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Today was the day. Macy Nicole Misa was becoming Macy Nicole Lucas. And a part of Nick knew he should be happy about it. But another part of him wanted to beat his older brother into a coma. But Kevin had won, fair and square. So Nicholas Jerry Lucas plastered his signature half-smile on his face and adjusted the bowtie that matched Stella's dress.

In all fairness, it wasn't like the petite brunette, or anyone else for that matter, knew of Nick's feelings for the girl. He hadn't even known himself until he found himself picturing all the ways to remove Kevin's head from his body when he first saw the two flirting. After that, he was on a downward spiral. He fell for Macy Misa. And Nick Lucas, he fell hard.

He'd had plenty of times to tell her. Up until they graduated from college last year, Macy pretty much belonged to Nick in every way but the one that truly mattered. She was his best friend and he was hers. If Stella couldn't get ahold of Macy, she would immediately call Nick, knowing the two were most likely together. And they usually were. They attended the same college and most of the same classes. After two years of living in campus housing, the two got an apartment together a mere five minutes walk from main campus.

Wherever Macy was, Nick was surely not far. At first, this surprised some people. Even Stella and his brothers were a bit confused. Nick Lucas becoming best friends with his biggest superfan, the one who knocked him out repeatedly in high school? But it was quickly dismissed when the two were seen together.

They were polar opposites. Nick was quiet, brooding and introverted, while Macy was bubbly, talkative and an all-around social butterfly. But that's what made them work. Whenever Macy felt as though Nick wasn't having enough fun, she would drag him away from his guitar and force him to stay at least an hour at some lame college party. Whenever Nick felt as though Macy was wearing herself thin with her classes and her sports, he would host a special movie night with all of her favorite snacks.

It was these memories the two cherished over all of their other college experiences. The times when it was Nick and Macy against the world. Nick also would never admit, but his favorite memories of them all were the ones of Macy falling asleep in his arms halfway through their movie nights. He could never remember how they had ended up close enough for this to happen. But when he awoke in the morning, she would be wrapped safely in his arms with her head on his chest, smiling softly at a nice dream. He would selfishly lie there until she woke up, just taking the time to really drink in her features. The softness of her cheeks, the way her hair shone in the early morning sun, the way her top lip was slightly off balance with her bottom. It was the little things about this girl that mad his heart race. Once he would feel her stir, he would pretend to be asleep as well and let her wake him. And she always did it in the same frustratingly adorable way. Not that everything Macy Misa did wasn't adorable. Because it was.

Like now, for instance. She was making faces at Stella as the blonde completed her last minute adjustments on Macy's gorgeous wedding dress. It was taking all of Nick's strength and willpower to not sweep her into his arms and carry her far away from this place and what she was about to do. But as those caramel eyes smiled up at him, he knew he would never even dream of doing something to ruin that. She was over the moon happy with his older brother, and Kevin treated her like the princess she was. Nick couldn't really complain. As long as his Macy was happy, he could deal with her not truly being his.

Nick hardly noticed when she sidled up next to him and looped her arm through his. Here it was. Showtime. He was going to walk her down the aisle and place her hand in his brothers and truly lose her forever. He was literally handing her over. The thought made him sick to his stomach. Macy noticed.

"Nick, are you alright?"

Nick smiled down at her. She was perfect. She was happy. So he sent her a smile that he reserved just for her and nodded, not trusting his words. He should've known better. As they walked out of the dressing room, he felt a tug on his arm. Macy led him over to a window seat and sat him down.

"Spill it, Lucas," Macy barked. Uh-oh. He knew that voice. That was her "I'm your best friend and I know when you're lying to me" voice.

He tried his Macy smile again. "Really Mace, I'm okay. Just had a little too much fun at the bachelor party last night, I guess."

She saw right through him. "Nick, you were texting me for most of the party and I know you left at 10:30. So seriously. What's the matter?" Her voice grew softer and she placed a hand on his cheek.

He sighed. This was it. He would either have to tell her and have everyone hate him for the rest of his life, or keep it to himself and have only Macy hate him for the rest of forever for ruining her wedding day. As he looked up into her warm brown eyes, he knew the answer. He could never deny her anything. "See Mace-the thing is…"

"MACY! WHAT ARE YOU-" Stella screeched from down the hallway, but came to a stop when she saw the two friends. Even Stella could feel the tension. She gave them each a hard glare and muttered, "five minutes" before running off, no doubt to yell at Joe about something he'd done.

Nick sighed again and Macy smiled softly down at him. It was a sign. He wasn't meant to tell her. He couldn't tell her. She was about to marry his older brother. He couldn't do this to her.

"Nick?"

Macy was growing impatient. Nick could read it in her eyes. She was dying to get to the alter and marry Kevin. She had been waiting six years to become "Mrs. Macy Lucas."

He'd just always wished he'd be the one giving her that name.

"I'm really okay, Mace. We can talk about it later. Let's go get you married." He hopped off the seat and beamed down at her, offering her his arm. She giggled and looped her arm through his.

"If you insist, Mr. Lucas."

They made their way to the doors. Once they walked through these, Nick thought, he wasn't going to matter. No one in the room was going to matter. It would just be Kevin and Macy, and Macy and Kevin. He would fade into the background of Macy's life. And he would just have to be okay with that.

As they made their way down the aisle, Nick could feel the tears forming. Kevin was smiling at Macy like she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Which didn't make sense to Nick, because in his opinion, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. They reached the altar and Nick placed Macy's small hand into Kevin's. She smiled at him and he leaned down and kissed her cheek. He moved his lips to her ear and softly whispered, "I love you, Macybear." He heard her small intake of breath and he felt a tear hit his neck.

His head moved back so he could look her in the eyes. She was already crying. She didn't look happy anymore. He placed his hand on her cheek, much the same as she had done earlier. The entire church sat in silence until the four best and worst words Nick had ever heard her speak passed her lips.

"I can't do this."

Dun! Dun! Dunnnnnnn!

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