New oneshot time :) This was a bit of a struggle, but I think I'm happy with how it came out. Senior year, what with college stuff and everything, has been insane, so that's really my only excuse for why I'm not posting as much. I'm sorry! Funstuff that's happened since I last posted: I went to Mitchel Musso's concert and was told by him that he "sang half his set to me" and I was "like his point guard". and I got my Honor Society tickets. Fashionably Late in Boston, yo. ;) it's been a good month, yeah? haha.
Hope you guys enjoy this oneshot! lyric credit to Kate Voegle. character credit to the all-powerful, all-knowing Disney Channel. trust me, I'm not left with much in this scenario. haha.
daisies
once upon and old daydream that's what you gave me
out on the corner of Broadway and 48th Street
on a rainy afternoon
They were her favorite flower. If anyone had asked Macy Misa, she would have answered something more intricate, delicate. An orchid maybe, or a lily. But silently, she always knew that daisies would be her favorite. Simple, maybe; understated, yes; lacking traditional beauty, sure. But perfect for her? Absolutely. She couldn't explain why. They just were. Daisies were the flowers that she'd pick from the baseball field after a t-ball game, the flowers that she cried over after running through a patch while riding her bicycle training wheel-less for the first time. They were the flowers that littered the field in which she sat for hours on end during the dark month of her parents' divorce proceedings. To her, daisies were perfect. But she had never told a soul of her infatuation with the little white and yellow flowers. That's why when Kevin Lucas, JONAS member and celebrity heartthrob, walked through the front door of Horace Mantis Academy with three or four perfect daisies dangling from his right hand, she found herself having trouble breathing.
There was something else that Macy had never told anyone. It was common knowledge that Macy Misa was Horace Mantis's resident JONAS superfan. In fact, she was probably New Jersey's resident superfan, if not the USA's in general. Macy loved all three boys, but fact of the matter was that she could watch Kevin, Kevin of school, for hours on end. No one knew, though. She made sure of it. After realizing the possible implications of the lucky charm switch with Kevin months earlier, as Stella had a knack for picking up little tiny hints and making them into full blown confessions, she did all that she could to even the possible interest between all three boys. She pulled poor, unsuspecting Randolph into the mix and forced him into becoming Nick's alter-ego, and she allowed herself to cozy up quite a bit to Joe while planning Stella's surprise friend-iversary party. Thanks to Macy's near-anal attention to detail, it was impossible to link her to just one of the boys. It was either she had a crush on all three, or she fawned over them in a purely musical fan sense. That's what went around the school, and Macy could deal with both of those rumors. It was the direct, extreme infatuation with Kevin Lucas that she refused to let get out to the gossip queens and theirs twittering minions. The way she had set things up, if one band member believed she liked him, he also believed that she liked his brothers. Therefore, he wouldn't take it very seriously. And she would be in the clear.
Macy liked this set up very much so, and stuck by it religiously. So when she noticed herself getting faint, swaying a bit to the right as Kevin looked distractedly down the hallway, his eyes passing over her without hesitation, she reached a hand out against the cool locker doors, attempting to keep calm. She smiled as he passed by her, but he walked with purpose, traipsing down the waxy floor until he stopped at locker #258.
Macy swallowed. Hard. The long blonde hair swished around suddenly, brushing against Kevin as she smiled brightly, her eyes lighting up. If Macy was one to hate anyone, Abigail Taylor would have been first in line. Abigail Taylor with her flawless complexion, her shiny hair, her decided lack of obsessive fangirlness. And worst of all, the fact that she was one of the nicest people on the face of the earth. Macy couldn't stand her. Sure, Macy was nice. Macy had decent skin. Macy's curls could look cute, with the right amount of product. Macy… well, okay, she was beat on the fangirl piece. Whatever way you look at it, Macy Misa was no Abigail Taylor. And now, seeing Kevin lean casually against the yellow locker as he continued to exchange pleasantries with the tall blonde, it hurt Macy even more.
If Macy thought she was done for the day with just the short conversation having been witnessed, she was completely unprepared for what happened next. She watched in horror as Kevin lifted his daisy-toting hand and extended it out towards Abigail. She squealed, throwing her arms around his neck and squeezing him tightly, being sure not to crush the flowers. Kevin's laugh echoed down the hallway, and Macy pulled her gaze down to the floor, blinking away tears that seemed anxious to escape. She took a deep breath, undoubtedly streaking her makeup as she rubbed the wrist of her tailored school blouse across her eyes, and jumped, the sight of her concerned best friend in front of her catching her off guard.
"Mace?" Stella began, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Macy, what's wrong?" She reached out to touch the brunette's arm lightly, and over her shoulder, Macy noticed Kevin turn around, having heard Stella's worried tone. He looked confused for a moment, then, giving Abigail a quick wave, turned and began walking towards the two girls.
Macy froze, her eyes widening. "Uhm, n-nothing," she stuttered out, coughing over her words. "Allergies. I, I forgot to take my, uh, my Clariton this morning. I'm just gonna… Yeah." She jerked her thumb over her shoulder, trying to avoid eye contact with both Stella and the oldest Lucas who had finally reached the two. Without another word, she spun around, walking quickly towards the science wing as she squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to allow another tear escape.
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Macy contemplated going to the atrium for lunch. It was small, and felt secluded and personal. But in reality, she realized, it's almost as if you're being displayed for all to see. The surrounding glass walls allowed anyone to peer in, as if the students occupying the atrium were animals on display at the zoo. The atrium was nice, and maybe Nick liked it, but today Macy decided it wasn't for her. Anyways, Nick was used to being in the spotlight, eyes always on him. That wasn't Macy's mindset in the least.
Instead, Macy decided to trek, lunch bag in hand, to the outskirts of the school sports fields. Her eyes lit up when they landed on the small patch of white and yellow flowers, and she dropped down to sit amongst them. She ate quickly, stuffing all her trash back into the brown paper bag, and stretched her arms high over her head, allowing herself to fall backwards, face to the sky. She traced the clouds passing overhead, watching the slow white puffs trail lazily across the bright blue background. She felt her mind free, floating up to weave in and out among the clouds. She was so lost in her thoughts, or lack thereof, that she didn't hear him until he was standing only a foot or so from her.
"Anything good up there? Funny animals, perhaps?"
Macy blushed, letting out an embarrassed giggle, and sat up, struggling slightly. "Oh, I uh, I didn't really notice."
"Psh!" Kevin shook his head, smiling down at her. "That's the only reason why you look up at clouds! What's the use, otherwise?"
Macy shrugged, looking back up towards the sky. "I don't know. It's calming. I just kind of… get lost. There're no worries up there. Everything moves slowly, no rushing. They know that they'll get wherever they're going eventually. There's no reason to race all over the place."
"The clouds?" Kevin interrupted, looking up as well.
"Yeah. I don't know, it's just-" She stopped suddenly, her head dropping down again. "Never mind. I'm just rambling." Macy plucked a daisy from the ground, twirling it between her thumb and index finger. The individual white petals swirled together as one small circle, with a dot of yellow holding court in the center. She smiled, watching the flower spin, when she felt his eyes on her once again.
"Would you look at that."
"What?" Macy looked up at him, her head tilted to the side.
"There are daisies right out here. And here I was, having to bring in millions from our yard because no one could find any." She raised an eyebrow and Kevin laughed, lowering himself onto his back and leaning on his elbows. "For the plant life project in Biology. Daisies were on the list of required specimen. And when I brought mine in the first day, everyone was asking me for them. I've been picking more daisies the past week than I thought even existed on Jonas Street."
Macy stared at him for a moment before a look of realization passed over her face. "Oh. That's why… So this morning… Abi… Oh."
Kevin looked confused for a minute. "This morning? … Oh! Abigail? Yeah, she spent the entire week complaining about how hard it was to find daisies. Which is ridiculous, if you ask me. Especially considering…" He gestured at the plentiful of flowers surrounding the two. He turned to look at her, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Wait, you didn't think… Me and Abigail Taylor? Oh, not so much. She's not exactly my type, you know? She's too… normal."
Macy giggled lightly, looking up from the flower. "What is your type, Kevin of JONAS? You know, strictly fansite speaking."
Kevin looked up again, his voice contemplative. "I don't know. But I guess… I'm always the different one, you know?" Macy nodded. "So I guess… I want someone who's not afraid to be the different one with me. I think that's why I liked Anya so much. I don't know how much we actually clicked, but we were both ourselves… at least, in the beginning. So yeah. I guess that's it? I… I want someone who will appreciate the little things with me. I like small gesture smiles. You know?"
Macy nodded again, this time more vigorously. "I do, yeah. The small things are the important things."
Kevin grinned, his eyes lighting up as Macy explained her agreement. "Exactly!" he exclaiming, slipping the daisy from her hands and twisting it a bit. "You know, Macy, you really get me," he continued as he reached up, weaving the light green stem through her thick, dark locks. "Not everyone does, you know? Well, of course you know. But yeah. You do, though." He continued his ministrations until the blossom was sitting neatly above her ear, and he leaned back smiling, admiring his work. "I'm lucky to know you, Macy."
Macy looked at him, a small half-smile pushing its way to her lips. "I'm lucky to know you too, Kevin," she replied softly, her head spinning around his previous action. She could still feel his fingers twisting around the strands of hair. She blinked once or twice, urging herself to focus on the present, instead of the immediate past.
Kevin smiled at her for a minute before grabbing her hand and pulling her closer to his spot on the grass. "Now come on, Miss Misa. I need to teach you the right way to watch clouds. Now, you really need to know what you're looking for. None of this 'going in with an open mind' crap. I always start dead-set on finding a bear in a bikini…"
I feel like my ANs this time around are kinda lame. I'm sorry! Blame it on having to rush out to dance. They're normally not this bad/awkward, I promise!
Hopefully this weekend I'll also have my response to the first of suburbs' 100 prompt challenge. So if you like my writing, keep an eye out for that!
And review! I'd love to know what you thought of this little piece of me :)
