I spent all of Tuesday in the café on campus, reading my book (the review of which is due next Tuesday now!) and writing up the second chapter to my multi-chapter fic. I have a good part of the third chapter written; now I just need to type it up. But my dorm's having a Halloween party tonight, so it won't get posted tonight. This went in a completely different way when I first started it, then I realized it sounded completely stupid, so I redid it.

I don't own JONAS and I don't own the Shakespeare sonnet "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" I do own a book with that sonnet though.

Knowledge is power.

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Macy sat at a small table in the local coffee shop, a pile of books stacked on the table and her laptop balanced on another. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail and she was majorly stressing. She had a huge test to study for and she had no idea how to go about prepping for it. She hit her head against the tabletop, groaning in frustration. She hated high school. She hated getting older. She wanted to go back to kindergarten.

The bell above the door tinkled and a guy wearing sunglasses and a green beanie walked into the shop. He raised a hand in greeting and she returned it, only noticing that it was Kevin Lucas when he got closer to her.

"K-K-Kevin?"

"M-M-Macy?" he joked.

"Kevin, I'm sorry, but I'm not really in the mood for humor right now. I'm really, really trying to study. " she said, hitting her head on the table once more.

"You had Mrs. Mays last year, right?"

"For English? Yeah, that class is a bish."

Macy giggled a little at Kevin saying "bish", it was just too cute.

"Well, the Shakespeare test is coming up. The one where she asks about his life, his sonnets, and three of his plays. I have no clue how to get through it all."

"Which three plays?"

"Romeo and Juliet, The Taming of the Shrew and Julius Caesar."

"Do you know which sonnets?"

"No."

"Well, last year it was these five," Kevin said, picking up the book of sonnets and marking a few lines in the table of contents, "She generally goes for the ones everyone knows; that way she doesn't have to spend as much time coming up with questions about them."

"Thanks for the help,"

"Knowledge is power," he said with a shrug.

"And you're my superhero," Macy said in an almost dream-like state and then quickly covered her mouth. Kevin looked at her in curiosity.

"I didn't mean that the way it sounded, Kev."

"How did you mean it?"

"I don't know…you said the thing about 'knowledge is power' and since superheroes have powers to help people and you helped me, I just said the first thing that popped in my head."

Kevin laughed at that but quickly stopped when he noticed the crestfallen look on Macy's face.

"Mace, I wasn't laughing at you…I was laughing at the fact that you called me a superhero."

"Well, you really helped me out with all this stuff; it makes you a superhero in my book," she paused, "Did that sound stupid?"

"Kind of, but it was sweet."

"Oh, thanks, you really know how to make a girl feel better."

"Hmm…I know something that will make you feel better; hold on, okay?" Kevin got up and went to the counter. He soon brought back a latte for himself and an iced mocha for her.

"How'd you know my favorite drink?" she asked shyly, taking the plastic cup from him.

"There's an empty cup right next to you and the straw has that glittery lip balm you always wear smeared on it," he broke off abruptly, realizing that sounded kind of weird. I mean, what guy notices lip balm smears on a straw?

Macy just smiled; she noticed plenty of quirks when it came to Kevin Lucas and it was nice to know that he noticed the little things about her.

"So, did Mays tell you which sonnets to pay attention to?" Kevin asked in a desperate attempt to recover from his embarrassment.

"Um…eighteen, twenty-nine, and one-thirty," he sat down next to her at the tiny table and pulled the book over so he could see it better.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" he started in a ridiculous British accent. Macy giggled, shoving him with her shoulder.

"Hey, Miss Linebacker, don't hurt the rock star who's tutoring you."

"Maybe you should just toughen up," she said, sticking her tongue out at him.

"I'm plenty tough; I hang out with you every day," he smirked at her, enjoying the faint blush creeping up her cheeks.

"Are you referring to the fact that sometimes my motor skills are…lacking around you and your brothers?"

"Me and my brothers? Lately I've noticed it was just me." Kevin was usually never this…bold when it came to girls, but Macy was different. Now Macy's face was fire-engine red.

"I haven't hurt you this morning, have I?" she said softly, looking down at her hands.

"It's noon now, Misa,"

"Well, I made it through the morning; want to bet I can make it the rest of the day?"

"What'll I get if you lose the bet?"

"You get to throw sports equipment at me?"

"Nah, I don't want to hurt a lady."

"Well then, you come up with something."

"Okay, fine. You have to buy me dinner later if you hurt me, but I'll buy you dinner if you make it through the whole day without hurting me."

"How long will the 'whole day' be?"

"Does seven work for you? That could be when the bet ends and then we can get dinner."

"Okay, deal," Macy said, sticking her hand out for Kevin to shake, he took it and shook on it.

"Now, I believe I was comparing you to a summer's day…" he trailed off.