Hey guys! This is my first ever Jonas fic. Although I'm working on several others at the moment as well. This fic is actually based on several ideas I had all incorporated in one. It started out being a one-shot but before I knew it, (the words kept flowing) it had quite a big story line. So I hope you like it. I've already got chapter 2 and half of 3 ready as well. Enjoy
Pairings: Nacy/Joella 3 (Mostly Nacy though)
Disclaimer: I don't own JONAS...:[
Anything else?...I dont think so...Enjoy!
Oh right that poem is something I wrote, its crap but I needed to put something in. It's copyrighted.
'Macy Misa." Stella Malone said sternly to her best friend, as she approached her locker.
Macy who's back had been turned didn't see her furious best friend and squealed loudly dropping the books she got from her locker on her big toe. She winced in pain, and turned around.
"Hey Stell." Macy said cautiously. She'd done the worst thing ever...but to find out what...they had to go back a few days ago.
*Flashback*
It was a Friday, the best day of the week according to Macy. Why? She had only three classes on Friday. English, Science and History, the rest of the day was occupied with her soccer match and hockey scrimmage. Plus those three classes she had, a certain curly hair Jonas head was in every one of them.
Although she had gotten used to the Jonas being in their school, her best friend's best friends, and her close friends, there was still one Lucas who made her want to squeal, who had her heart racing and made her do stupid things.
Anyways back to Friday. It was her last class of the day and her favorite English. She loved writing although not many people knew that. She kept a journal, but instead of a day's entry she poured her heart and soul into poetry and song writing. She knew she was bad at singing, but it wasn't something she wanted to pursue anyway. But her lyrics were the windows to her soul. From every heart break, to unrequited crushes to friendship to random stuff (like food), it was all in there, and in every other way, it meant more to her than just writing how her day went. All her secrets were speared across the pages in a red gel pen ink (cause she loved the color).
She entered her English class, her eyes sweeping the class for a curly head. She spotted him in the back rown center aisle, and couldn't help but smile a bit. The ever shy but adorably cute Nick Lucas. (She stopped calling them Nick of Jonas, etc) He smiled when he saw her, and patted down the seat next to her. She walked towards the seat and sat down, opening her journal to a brand new page.
She wrote the date and began writing
It feels like, feels like
We've known each other forever
I feel like , when your near
Everything just feels so right
And only you can make me feel this way
A way I've never felt before
And only you can make my heart race
Take me out of my misery, so I won't be alone
You used to be my whole word
everything revolved around you
We used to sit next to each other in class
Passing notes, having some good laughs
Yeah me and you
But somewhere along the way
something inside me seemed to stir
But somehow, one day
My feelings for you
They began to change
He saw her writing furiously in what looked like a normal notebook. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He couldn't help but feel curious what had her writing so much, and he was pretty sure they didn't have any homework for English. "Whats up," Nick said leaning over his desk on hers, trying to catch a glimpse of what she was writing. He knew it was bad manners but something about Macy always made him do something he would never do. It was like she made him test himself to see how far he would go. He wasn't sure why she had that affect on him, but didn't plan on pondering over it to long.
Macy immediately tensed up, her heart racing. She closed her book in a rush, but not without Nick taking a glimpse of her streamlined handwriting. Too bad he couldn't make out the words...
"Not much, how about you?" She smiled. Sending shivers down his spine...
"Did you hear? We have a new teacher for the next year or so." Nick wasn't one to gossip, but it was the only way he wouldn't seem like much of an idiot. Once again, she made him do something he wouldn't.
"Oh really...how come?" Macy said concerned.
"Apparently Ms. Brunswick pregnant." He stated matter of fact, but not without noticing the concern in her voice. He loved how she was so compassionate.
Macy giggled. "You don't think it's with Mr. Blueberry do you?" She asked him.
"Perhaps, but we'll never know will we." Nick said solemnly like one of those doctors on tv when they announce someone dead.
This caused Macy to giggle again. Her heart has finally stopped racing, but every inch of her was aware of the guy she was laughing with. The way his curls bobbled on his head, the way the corners of his mouth was struggling to not crinkle into a smile, the tiny specks of gold in his eyes, and the way -
"Are you okay?" Nick asked concerned. He noticed her watching him intently.
Macy snapped out of it, and stuttered a yes, sure she was blushing. Luckily for her, in walked their new teacher.
She headed straight to the board and wrote her name. Ms. Peach
Nick struggled to keep his laughter in. He locked eyes with Macy as if to say 'Whats with the teacher's names all being fruits or something edible'
Macy nodded, and tried holding back her giggle but couldn't. This earned her a glare from their new teacher.
"Now Ms. .." started Ms. Peach, but she was cut off by Nick who stood up.
"Sorry Ms. Peach, it was my fault." He then graciously smiled at her.
"Oh My Jonas. You're Nick Jonas." Said Ms. Peach. This earned her several more giggles from her students and a smirk from Nick.
Macy sat in her seat, her heart racing. What was Nick doing!
"I apologize, I may have told her something funny, but it was really all my fault." He continued.
"Oh of course, surely Mr. Jonas-I mean Lucas." She fumbled trying to come across looking as professional. FAIL!
"Thank you." Nick said and sat down. He smiled at Macy, who just stared blankly at him, as if trying to figure him out.
Honestly he didn't know why he did what he did, like everything else lately. It was an impulse. He didn't want Macy to get in trouble for something he told her. But if only he could explain the strange feeling in his chest.
Throughout the class he kept sneaking glances at Macy trying to catch her eye. But she was bent over that notebook writing furiously. He was so curious to know what was inside...
A.N : Well well, Nicholas...you know curiosity killed the cat.
I hope you liked the first chapter...it was just a taste. If you like it review =] I'd love your insight!
xx
~"Seize the moment of excited curiosity on any subject to solve your doubts; for if you let it pass, the desire may never return, and you may remain in ignorance.~ - William Wirts