A/N: Macy's not wearing a football helmet!

"Hey, guys. Don't forget to ask about the new back-up singer." Kevin said as Stella and his brothers walked toward the nurses office. Stella nodded, before disappearing down a different hall. Kevin started walking away, so Macy blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Y-You need a new back-up singer?" She asked, walking beside him. He nodded. "You know, I'm a singer." She beamed. He smiled. "In fact, it's always been a dream of mine to turn pro. But, I've just been so busy with all the sports." He stepped in front of her, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Well, if it's your dream, then you should follow your heart." He said. "Why don't you come by tomorrow and you can sing back-up for us on our new song." He smiled as her eyes lit up.

"Oh my Gosh, really?"

"Yep." He nodded.

"Is this really happening? I mean, you can't be serious." She said, shocked, eyes wide. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fell backwards. Not a second later, she flew right back up again. She looked around, checking to see if she was dreaming. "But you are!" She yelled, giggling. He laughed. "B-But, what if I'm not good enough?" As if.

"Don't sweat it. We'll meet tomorrow and I'll give you a couple pointers before we record." He flashed that award winning Kevin Lucas smile of his. She squealed.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She rejoiced, dropping the foot ball, and tackling him to the ground in a fierce embrace. He could see why she was a football player and- whoa there. Her lips were crushed against his, her arms securely around his shoulders. He found his eyes drifting closed as he returned the kiss, trailing his hands from her waist to clasping together behind her neck, keeping her in place and bringing her closer at the same time. He smiled against her lips, getting lost in the kiss. Butterflies danced wildly in his stomach, fireworks exploded behind his eye lids. A tingling sensation ran down his arms. Chills down his spine. All of it. Macy, huh? He honestly never thought he'd date a fan. He's said he would, but...He pulled his hands back, leaning away and watching her carefully. Her eyes slowly grew wide, her lips staying parted in shock. Next thing he knew, she was running down the hall, those track legs go so fast she was gone in a blur. He was left there, sitting in the middle of the hall, a grin plastered on his face. He sat there until Nick walked by, limping slightly.

"What are you doing?" He asked, kicking him with his good foot.

"Huh?" He blinked. "Did you say something, oh amazing lovely brother of mine?" He asked, smiling as he stood. Nick's eyes narrowed.

"What happened?" He paused, pursing his lips.

"Nothing." His voice cracked, getting higher. He cleared his throat. "Nothing at all." He said, deepening his voice before sprinting away, down the hall.


She's not coming. She's not coming. She's not coming. His mind repeated as he paced the atrium, staring at his wrist watch. She really isn't coming.

"I'm so sorry I'm late!" Her voice squeaked as she whipped the door open. "I had bowling practice and-" The bowling ball flung up out of the bag and slammed onto his foot. He groaned. "I am so sorry! Did I hurt your foot?" She asked quickly, cheeks flushing. "Oh, I'm just so nervous!" He smiled.

"It's okay." It's really, really, really okay.