Author's Note:

Hey guys! I'm Destined, and this is actually my first ever fanfiction. I've gotten plenty of plot-bunnies before, but they always die out before I get to write them down.

This one-shot is dedicated to Lizzy, Chibi and Silver, for being the best friends that a girl could ever ask for without meeting them.

ANYWAYS, I hope you enjoy this oneshot, read and review! I appreciate any sort of constructive criticism, as well as encouragement :~)

Note to Flamers: No flames please. Don't like, don't comment.

"Ugh!" Macy slammed her wardrobe door shut with a groan. Jeans and band (JONAS, of course) T-shirts lay scattered all over the floor, pajamas crumpled and flung into a pile in the corner, a hundred pairs of Converses litter the area around her. She had combed through her entire closet, and not one, not a single one of her outfits are pink or girly in anyway. Stupid Stella.

"Mom! I'm going to the mall!" Macy yelled to her mother, who was cooking downstairs, making a waft of the most delicious aroma drift into Macy's bedroom. Said most-wonderful-chef-in-the-world replied, "That's fine, just be sure to have a friend with you, okay?"

"Will do, mom." Macy mumbled, with her head stuck in her chest of drawers, hoping to find something, anything, that is just slightly feminine. She pulled out a hot-pink baby-doll JONAS shirt from when she was 13, and squeezed into it. In case you were wondering, it says "LIVE LIKE YOU'RE AT THE BOTTOM EVEN IF YOU'RE AT THE TOP". She then turned and looked through all of the jeans she had (which was hard, because they were everywhere all over her floor). Behind a life size cardboard cutout of JONAS she can see a faint hint on sky blue. Success! A light blue pair of daisy dukes.

She distinctly remembers having an old pair of brown knee-high boots with pointed toes and tassels. Those are perfect. Now if only she could find them. She looked under her bed, under the purple Camp Rock comforter that she had. Nope. She looked behind her JONAS-poster-covered fan-cupboard that was full of JONAS-fanstuff. Nope. She to find them. Macy lay on the floor amongst her many items of clothing, staring up at the faces of the Lucas boys on her ceiling. Lucas... JONAS... Concert! She had worn those boots to her last concert! She flew down the stairs, racing to the Sacred Shrine of all things JONAS, which was not to be confused with JONAS fan cupboard.

Macy skidded to a halt in front of a small blue table in the corner of the entrance hall. It had a cover of blue lace, and the faces of three most hottest boys alive. (In her opinion anyway. Take note that none of her past boyfriends were amused by this. Particularly Randolf.) This table only holds things that the boys have used or touched. Any other things such as (every single) magazine articles (that had ever been published) goes into the fan cupboard. She lifted up the tablecloth, and voila! There was the pair of leather boots, even autographed on the side by the boys. She squealed happily at that memory. She grabbed her phone and her boots and skipped outside.

After many failed attempts to push her iPhone into the tiny pockets of her shorts, Macy finally managed to squeeze it in somehow. Then she remembered that her car was in the shop for fixing. Which mean she either had to call one of the Lucas' or Stella to come with her to the mall. Stella was out of the question, as she was the one who started this wicked business in the first place, so it has to be one of the Lucas boys. Damn. She'd have to take that God forsaken phone out of that pocket, which has to be harder than putting it in. Now, who to call, who to call? Not Joe, he's Stella's go-to. Not Nick, he's out with Anna. So...

"Hey, -sighs- Kevin? Would you –puffs- please go –groans- shopping with me?" Macy pleaded while trying desperately to hold the phone between her neck and her shoulder while hopping on one foot wrestling with that stupid boot that just won't go on!

"Who are you and what have you done to my Macy?" Came the immediate reply. At any other time Macy would have swooned at Kevin calling her his. But right now –

"Kevin Percy Lucas, I am very frustrated that nothing in my closet is fitting to my mood, and therefore need a ride and a guy who is good with fashion to go to the mall with the fix this problem in three, two DAMN YOU, STUPID HIGH HEELED BOOT!" Macy gave up on her attempts to balance on one foot, putting on a shoe while talking on the phone at the same time and sat down on the pavement with a huff.

"You are not Macy. Any decent fan would know not to call be 'Percy'. Besides, since when did you need, no, LIKE to go shopping?"

"I AM Macy and I am having a fashion emergency which requires a trip to the mall NOW." Macy yelled into the phone impatiently.

"No you are NOT, unless Stella is with you and you guys are prank calling me. The Mace I know hates shopping, and knows every single JONAS fact."

"Percy, you have 3 minutes, Mr Bumble's arms and legs are on the line. You left him here after your last visit."

"...Hahaha...um ... that wouldn't be neseccary... right? I'll... be there in 3. No, 2! ...Mace, are you sure you're... alright?"

Macy rolled her eyes, sighed and hung up on him. She stared at the long empty road, and started to walk.

...And that 's it. So what'cha think? Should Kevin turn up or not? Should I write a next chapter? Why does Macy want girly clothes? And how is this Stella's problem, if at all?

Drop a comment below -motions to review button- I might expand this, -hint hint-, if people give me ideas :)

Did anyone check out Nick's chat last night?

~Destinedx