Disclaimer: I do not own JONAS or Oscar the Grouch.

A/N: I am so sorry to everyone who has me on alert because I have been posting like crazy and you must be sick of me. But now that I'm home, I finally got to see the new episode, "Chasing the Dream" and felt compelled to write something for it before I went to sleep. It has been a very long day, so hopefully this makes sense. And the obsessive posting should be over now because I have to go back to the real world.

Dedication: To LilytheSilly and Mrs. MorrisonCobain because I have been a horrible beta and owe them both stories. I'm so sorry!

Watching Macy dance and sing in the atrium gave Kevin a warm, happy feeling. Sure, she was killing a few flowers and he was really hoping that seagull was just stunned, but there was something about her that was so free and joyful. And he really respected the fact that she wanted to do something just because she enjoyed it, even if she wasn't ever going to be great at it. All together, she just made him smile.

As a bonus, he thought they might very well be on their way to being actual friends. They had just had a conversation, and Macy made it through the entire three minutes without once mentioning JONAS. That had to be a first. It was like she was looking at him and seeing Kevin Lucas, person, instead of Kevin of JONAS.

If it happened once, it could happen again.

His eyes widened in surprise as he realized that while he was talking to her and watching her dance, he had even forgotten that he was wearing a hideous, flowery girl sweater. Now if only she could make him forget how much his hand still hurt from when she slammed it in her locker; it really made it difficult to play the guitar.

Humming happily, he headed down the hallway, forgetting he was supposed to be sneaking so no one would see the monstrosity Stella had made for him. He grinned and waved when he saw his brothers standing at the base of the staircase.

"Dude, why are you still wearing that sweater?" Nick asked incredulously. "You look like an idiot."

"I actually think he pulls it off better than Stella did," Joe said, giving his brother an appraising glance.

Nick stepped back before nodding, "You're right. But don't let her hear you say that. Who knows what she'd cook up for you in revenge."

"Good point."

"Look," Kevin sighed. "She made it for me, so I had to wear it. I didn't want to hurt her feelings."

"She knows you hated it. She's just messing with you cause you wouldn't tell her the truth," Joe explained.

"Really?"

"Don't believe me? Ask her yourself." Joe gestured towards the blonde approaching them.

"Ask me what?" Stella asked.

"Why you made me this lovely sweater," Kevin said, his voice climbing higher with each word.

"Cause you wouldn't just tell me you hated mine."

"What? How did you know I hated it?"

"Kevin, how long have I known you?" Stella asked. Kevin looked thoughtful as he began counting on his fingers. She rolled her eyes before continuing, "I know your voice gets high and squeaky when you don't want to hurt someone's feelings. Ever since that time you had to tell that girl about that thing."

Kevin perked up, "I know. That was horrible."

He glanced around for his guitar before Nick snapped, "No songs at school Kevin."

"Sure," he said pouting, "there's time for songs when Nick likes a girl, but not when I have a story to tell. How's that fair?"

"Moving on…" Joe said impatiently. "Can we get to the part where I'm right about Stella tricking you into wearing that hideous thing all day? Cause I have a wealth of ugly sweater jokes that aren't going to tell themselves."

Stella glared at Joe before turning to his brother. "I appreciate that you don't want to hurt my feelings, Kevin, but when I ask you something it's because I really want to know what you think. Okay?"

He nodded. "So can I take this off now?"

Stella tilted her head and gave him a penetrating look, "First tell me what you really thought about my sweater."

Grimacing, he burst out, "It made me think of Oscar the Grouch's girlfriend."

"Excellent," she said proudly. "You can now take it off."

Sighing in relief, he removed the offending garment and handed it over to Stella.

"Now I can't tell my jokes," Joe whined.

"Just repeat them in your head, Joseph. No one else thinks you're as funny as you do anyway," Stella retorted.

"I do crack myself up."

"We know," Nick responded wearily. "Oh, do we know."

At that moment, Macy came bouncing up to the group with a huge smile. Stella's interest was immediately sparked when she saw a soft, almost dreamy look cross Kevin's face as the brunette approached.

"Did you have fun?" The oldest Lucas brother asked Macy.

"I did. It was very freeing." Then a puzzled look crossed her face as she added, "But the Ornithology Club President knocked on the glass and asked me if I'd practice inside next time, which was weird."

Thinking of the seagull, Kevin hurried to suggest an alternate location, "You know, if you ever want to come over and use the studio, it's totally sound proof. You could sing to your heart's content and not worry about anyone interrupting."

"Thank, Kevin."

"You're welcome."

The two stood in the middle of the hallway, completely oblivious to everyone else.

Finally Stella broke them out of their moment by clearing her throat. "Don't you have practice now Macy?"

"Oh, my gosh. I'm going to be late for fencing. I'd better go!" Turning she chirped, "Bye Joe. Bye Nick. Bye Stella." Then more softly, "Bye Kevin."

"Bye Macy." They all said together.

Stella watched Kevin shrewdly before throwing an arm around his shoulder. "Have you ever been to a fencing match?"

"I don't think so."

She thought maybe it was time that Kevin saw Macy in her element, doing something she was really good at. He wouldn't know what hit him.