*JOE'S POV*
"Ok Macy we need to talk. Or I need to talk, and you need to listen." I demanded walking into the art room. Macy was on the stool that whirled around with her back to me. I sat on the stool next to her needing to tell her. She turned some-what slowly, and her hand went straight to her neck. Now she was facing the desk, but her chin rested on her shoulder as she looked to me. It was breath taking- her short glistening hair, beautiful flawless face, and not to mention the soft skin that made up her hand…and neck.
"Yes Joe?" She looked expecting at me. I had to shake my head to clear it of any thoughts of Macy. Hot Mac- Anyway.
"Um, so, you're dating Randolph?"
"Yeah, I've been dating him, but I think I'm going to break up with him. I kinda like someone else." She scooted closer to me, leaning in slightly
She was looking me dead in the eye, since when had she been so confident? Then her words clicked into my head. She liked someone else, huh? I'm sure I could work this to my advantage. "Really? Like who?"
"Oh, you know. This really cute guy, I've been into to for a long time." She placed her hand on my leg. Well, my thigh really. Was it just me or was her skirt shorter than it was yesterday?
"And does this guy have a name?" I swallowed, nervous. Was she coming on to me? No she is just innocently seducing you! A voice yelled in my head. Dreams come true!
"Yeah, his name is J-"
"JOE! JOE, WAKE UP! TURN THAT ALARM OFF!" Nick yelled throwing a pillow at me. I turned to my alarm; 4:30? Why so early? I turned it off; it was supposed to go off at 6. And it ruined my dream, so maybe dreams don't always come true, but wouldn't it be nice? "Thank you!" he turned and fell right back asleep. I tried. No good. That dream had me all roused up.
What to do, what to do…I could sing? No, Nick would kill me. Take a shower? Eh, maybe later. How about go to the roof? Sounds good. But before I slipped out the window I grabbed a pencil and notepad, maybe I could write some lyrics up there, and I reset my alarm for six.
Ah, the morning air. It felt so nice; brisk yet soft, and a little cold. When it gets lighter, I may just go for a run. I haven't done that in a while, and I'm sure that will help me clear my head; because my head needed to be cleansed. I can't want girls, cause want can sometimes lead to need, and the last thing I need is need. So no thinking of girls like that consciously or unconsciously, especially Macy! Macy was tempting enough as it is. So new rule; no thinking about Macy is pleasant, or at least this kind of pleasant, ways. I know, I will write a list of rules for me from now on! Or at least for now that is.
Joe Lucas Rules
No thinking of Macy in more ways than one. And that way is as a friend.
Never, NEVER, tell Nick and/or Frankie about this incident.
Think of butterflies before going to sleep. No Birds. No Bees. Only Butterflies.
Tell Stella I love her fashion sense everyday.
Make sure all my fans think I'm straight. Scratch that. Make sure everyone thinks I'm straight.
Close my eyes and count to ten so I don't hit Kevin next time he says something stupid.
Don't hit Randolph, no matter how much I want to. It would hurt Macy.
Sleep with the window open from now on.
Make sure my alarm is set to the proper before I go to sleep every night.
Do more of these, but as check lists.
Fall out of love with Macy.
I sighed, this was fine. If I stayed by these rules, I should be good, for like, ever. Now the hard part, follow all the rules. I mean all the rules, even number ten. I could do this…maybe.
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*MACY'S POV*
I woke up to the song "Sweet Thing" By Keith Urban playing on my radio. I stretched and let out a content sigh. It was five am and I was ready to go running. That was my routine; running (5:05-5:20), come home and take a shower (5:25-5:45), get dressed, which included hair and make-up (5:50-6:30), then go downstairs and eat breakfast (6:30-6:40), and then last, but not least, make sure I have everything I need for school; homework, sports equipment, and supplies for that day (6:45-7:00). It was so scheduled, but I couldn't have it any other way, I wouldn't have it any other way.
So, I got out of bed and got dressed to go running.
It was a brisk morning. It felt nice, like most mornings, but this morning showed the first signs of Christmas coming, it was nice and cool. I started off just fast walking, and then I went into a jog. After a few minutes I was running in my regular comfortable pace. I was breathing hard, and my iPod was blasting all my favorite sings.
Jesse McCartney- Crash and Burn and Body Language
Demi Lovato- Here We Go Again and World of Chances
Cascada- Every Time We Touch
And just about every JONAS song.
Lady Gaga's "Poker Face" had just started playing when I had to slow down to a halt. I never did this, it was going to be hard to get my pace back. But I just stood there breathing heavy.
"Hey girl, move!" A guy on a bike rode by; he didn't say it in a rude way, just trying to get me out of the way, so he didn't hit me. I yanked my earphones out of my ears and jumped out of the way just in time. I then, being the graceful person I am, tripped over my laces and feel down, landing on my butt.
"Ow." I mumbled. I hit my ankle of a rock when I landed. I'm sure it was bleeding.
"Are you OK?" a voice called from the unknown. I looked around, no one. "Up here." I glanced up at the building I was next to. There, on the roof, was no one other then Joe Lucas himself. How embarrassing.
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