This idea came to me earlier when I was eating in a resturaunt. I wrote it on a napkin. Sad.
It's only short. I'd say two chapters maximum. :)
Super Fans Fall Hardest.
One: You're Doing This For Kevin.
Macy Misa walked up to her locker, opened it and then slammed it shut. Hard. "Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." She opened and slammed it with every 'stupid'. "What's wrong Macy?" Kevin asked walking up close enough that he could hear her reply, but, far away enough that (hopefully) he wouldn't be the locker's next victim. He'd had his hand slammed in a locker by Macy before. He hadn't been able to play the guitar properly for a month. And that was something he certainly didn't want a repeat of. Macy, who was usually uplifted by Kevin's abnormally chipper vocals, wanted to strangle him. Not because she because of his tone but because he was happy. And because he was a boy. And boys suck. Thank heavens there is such things as iPods. I mean, who needs boys when you've got iPods. Right? "I hate boys." She muttered acerbically. "They're stupid." She opened and slammed the locker again. "Even me?" Kevin asked. "Don't go there Kevin." Macy told him. He chuckled. "Are you still our number one super fan?" She slammed the locker again and then sighed and turned to the guitarist. "Yes. Of course." She told him. His smile seemed to get bigger. "And would I still be stupid if I invited you to be my guest of honour on the Red Carpet at the TCAs tomorrow night?" Macy froze. "Wh-why would you want to take…m-me?" She managed to stutter. "Well because Joe is going with Stella and Nick is meeting his girl on the carpet and I wanted to take someone special too." He said as though it were obvious. "And I'm special?" Macy's voice came out as a whisper. Her previous anger towards the male population totally forgotten. All she could focus on now was the fact that Kevin Lucas- sorry, Kevin of JONAS- was asking her to accompany him to the Teen Choice Awards because he thought she was special. "Duh! You're my biggest fan. That makes you more special to me than a bird playing the castanets." He told her. She giggled. "Well, I do have a 'Kevin's Biggest Fan' t-shirt." Then a look of horror crossed her face. "What's wrong?" Kevin asked worried. "Stella's going to want to give me a Stella makeover." Kevin laughed again. "Well if that's your biggest fear in life then I think you'll do just fine."
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"Sit still." Stella ordered as she pulled another few strands of Macy's hair through the cap. Macy had predicted it was going to be bad. But were high-lights really necessary? The pain alone just wasn't worth it. She'd rather watch the TCAs than go through this. She finally knew what it was like to be a celebrity. Painful. So not her future choice of career. High-lights were more painful than ice hockey games against East High. And that's pretty damn painful right there. "But it hurts." Macy whined. "Suck it up. You're a girl. Being a girl hurts."
Five minutes later Stella started applying the dye. And man, if Macy thought the pulling of the hair was the worst part she was so wrong. The smell of the ammonia made her want to puke. And people did this every few weeks? What was wrong with them? "How long am I going to have to sit here with this stinky gunk in my hair?" Macy asked. "Not long," Macy nearly sighed. Expecting five or ten minutes. "Two hours max." Stella finished. If Macy had a drink handy she'd do a spit take. But a simple "WHAT?!" would just have to suffice. "That's not long considering the length and thickness of your hair. When I get mine done it can take up to five hours."
Macy very nearly gave up then and there. She probably would have if she hadn't gotten the text. The text that read:
"Hey Mace. I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night. Hope Stella isn't putting you through too much pain. Although knowing Stella I probably won't recognise you. But then again it's hard to miss someone special. Tell Stella I said hi and that Joe ripped his pants. Again. Later. Kev. J"
Macy sighed. A happy sigh. Kevin thought she was special. Kevin Lucas thought she was special. "Uh…Stells." Macy started. "Joe had a bit of an accident."
-
A few hours later when Macy's high-lights were done, Joe's pants were fixed and Joe was unsure if he was going to be able to reproduce due the severity of the pain, Macy and Stella walked through the doors of Coco Chanel. Macy had never been inside the shop before. She hardly even bothered looking through the windows because of the price tags that taunted and the outfits that laughed at her plainness. But there were perks to being a celebrity. The platinum credit cards. And Stella, being the JONAS stylist and having free reign of their multi-platinum cards, could spend several grand on a pair of shoes without even batting an eyelid. How did JONAS even think about keeping it real with these shiny cards burning a hole through their wallets? I mean, you could feed third world countries for the price of the dress Stella was holding up in front of Macy. "I think this one. Here, try it on." Macy was hoping that she'd try the dress on, Stella would nod her head and that would be it but no. Stella insisted on trying on at least fifty more overly-priced dresses before settling on the original one. (Macy could have killed her for that) It was a Greek style, white dress. Which perfectly complimented Macy's sallow skin tone. And it wasn't too over the top. It liked Macy and Macy liked it. Unlike Stella who was going to look like Cinderella or something.
"You know Stells, I still want to be recognisable. I don't want Kevin to not know who I am."
Stella smiled and handed a credit card to the till assistant.
"Trust me Macy. Kevin could pick you out of a crowd of twenty million people all dressed the same and wearing masks. He'll recognise you alright."
Macy didn't really know what to say to that.
Would Kevin know her even if she was just another fan in a sea of Future Mrs. Lucas's?
"Now it's time for my favourite part." Stella announced.
There was more torture?
Please, please let it be the coffee break or something.
"Shoe shopping."
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Macy felt like banging her head against a brick wall. First the dress. Then the shoes. Then the bag. Then the accessories. And she had just found out that she had to be up at eight tomorrow because she had to have her hair and makeup done and anything else that needed 'fixing'. Macy fell into the bed. She was certainly not going to be famous when she grew up. It was too much hard work.
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"MACY!?" Stella shook her best friend. "Time to get up!" Macy groaned. Kevin better thank her for this. She wouldn't have done this for anyone else. Not Stella. Not the President. Not her Mother. Not Jesus. Not even Nick or Joe. Macy forced herself onto the cold floor. "You're doing this for Kevin." She muttered to herself as the poking and prodding began. "You're doing this for Kevin."
-
Macy's stomach over turned as she looked out her bedroom window at the JONAS limo that had just pulled up outside. She wasn't sure what she was most nervous about:The awards.
The red carpet.
The being surrounded by celebrities.
Riding in the official JONAS limo.
Or what Kevin thought of her appearance.
She swallowed as she watched him get out of the limo and walk up the drive.
Definitely the last one.
Outside Kevin took a deep breath hoping his nerves didn't show. He wasn't nervous about the awards. He wasn't nervous about the cameras. He wasn't even nervous about Macy accidentally hurting him. He was nervous about trying to impress her. He was nervous about trying to impress her family. He was nervous that maybe his little crush on his number one fan and best friend was a little more than just a crush.
"Just do it." He muttered to himself as he reached up to push the doorbell.
Ding Dong.
Both teenager's hearts thumped.
Macy moved back from the window wondering if she had all of a sudden caught asthma.
Kevin moved back from the door afraid of what Macy's parents were going to think.
The door opened.
THUMP.
"H-Hi. I'm Kevin Lucas." He said extending his hand to the middle aged man standing in the door frame. "It's nice to meet you Kevin. Come on in. Macy will be right down." As the man turned Kevin let out the breath he had been holding. One parent down, one to go. "Macy?" Mrs Misa called up the stairs. "Kevin is here." Then she turned to Kevin. She looked a lot like Macy but Macy had her father's eyes. "I'm Kevin." He extended his hand to the woman. "I know." The woman smiled. Her hand was soft and her perfume was nice. Kevin internally sighed. Phew. Both parents seemed to like him.
Suddenly an elderly woman made her way (walking stick and all) towards Kevin. "So you're the famous boy Macy's always talking about." Her eyes narrowed and she held her walking stick up. "I know what you famous people are like. And I was a professional hockey player in my day. You better be good to my Macy." Kevin gulped. For someone who smelt like cookies this lady was scary. "C'mon Mom." Mrs Misa put her arm around the elderly lady. "Don't scare the boy. Macy really likes him."
THUMP.
Macy really liked Kevin?
How?
Like as a celebrity?
As a friend?
As something more?
^*^*^*^
Macy took one last look in the mirror. She really didn't look like herself. Her hair was high-lighted and the ends were curly to tie in with the Grecian look she was going for. And the shoes, bag and accessories were something else. All sparkly and shiny and expensive. "You're doing this for Kevin." She chanted one more time before descending down the stair case. (What usually took millisecond seemed to take forever due to the heels and the nerves.)
Then she caught sight of Kevin.
THUMP.
He looked like the kind of guy you see in the movies.
The kind of guy you dream about.
That was it. Macy had to be dreaming.
She subtly pinched herself.
Ouch.
Okay, maybe she was awake.
Kevin glanced up the stairs at the girl who looked like something from a magazine.
THUMP.
Was that Macy?
"You look beautiful Macy." He choked.
"Thanks." She smiled.
Several family photographs (and warnings from Granny) later Kevin held the door of the limo open for Macy.
"Wow Macy, you look hot!" Joe beamed. Stella elbowed him. "What he means is you look lovely Mace." Stella told her. Nick nodded. "Very lovely." He agreed. Joe scoffed. "And hot." He added.
On the way to the awards Nick, Joe, Kevin and Stella began telling Macy all about what it was going to be like. Millions of paparazzi and screaming fans. Tonnes of celebrities acting like they owned the place. And more than likely a few nutters who would try and make their way into the awards. Kevin told Macy a story about the second year they were at the awards when one person tried to punch Kevin because he didn't think he should be part of the band. Obviously that part had been left out of magazines and websites for palpable reasons. Macy felt a surge of sadness for Kevin. He was just kind of the 'other brother' most of the time. Macy pulled him down and whispered "You've always been my favourite."
Kevin blushed.
THUMP.
THUMP.
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"I love you Nick!" Someone screamed. Macy could hardly believe what being on the other side of the red carpet boundaries was like. Very intimidating. "Marry me Joe?!" Someone flung a ring a Joe, who caught expertly, kissed it and flung it back to the fan. "Sign my album Kevin!" Another person shouted and Kevin happily obliged. "Design my prom dress Stella?!" Someone called. Stella smiled. Then the question Macy had been told to prepare herself for. "Who's the other girl? Is that Kevin's girlfriend? She's really pretty. No way! Stella's so much prettier! Nuh uh, Kevin needs to be with Ashley!" Macy took a deep breath and watched as Kevin signed more posters and albums and even skin. She smiled. He was such a sweetheart. Suddenly her eye caught sight of a suspicious looking guy who was staring intently at Kevin and muttering something to himself. He then reached into his jacket and pulled out-
A gun!
Macy froze, unable to think about anything other than someone being evil enough to hurt Kevin.
The boy raised his arm, everyone else seemed unaware that he was pointing a lethal weapon at the greatest guy on the planet. He put his hand on the trigger.
"Kevin!" Macy screamed, pushing Kevin out of the way as the shot was fired. Although it didn't hit its intended target.
"GUN!" Someone yelled, as people began screeching and scattering. There was immediate response in security but also in camera flashes. "Macy!" Kevin held Macy as she began shivering. "Macy?!" Tears began springing into his eyes as he watched her remove her hand from her wound. Her beautiful white dress now stained a deep shade of red. Big Man ushered Joe, Nick and Stella away. But Kevin wouldn't budge. She stared up at him. "Kevin?" Her voice came out softer than a whisper and pained. "Yes?" He grabbed her hand as the paramedics ran toward her. "It's really cold." She told him and then closed her eyes.
Hehe, so I'm not too sure if Macy should live or die. I think she should live but it might be bittersweet if she didn't. I don't know. So anyway if you want to check out Macy and Stella's dresses the links are on my profile. And please, please review. It means the world when you do. :) (Oh and don't you just love Granny?)