Of Beiber Fever, Skinny Jeans and Nick Lucas. A Diary of Macy Misa.

Chapter 2; Butterflies and Frowny Faces.

5th of October 2009, 8:07 am, home room.

Dear Diary,

Baby, baby, baby oooh, thought you'd always be mine, mine. No, no Macy no! Bad JONAS fan, bad! Um, ooh, this is an SOS, don't wanna second guess, this is the bottom line it's true. I gave my all for you, now my heart's in two and I can't find the other half. It's like walking on broken glass, better believe I bled. This is an SOS.

Okay, I feel better about that now. I had a momentary lapse because Emma from softball practice was singing it as I came in. I can't let Nick hear me singing that. (He's in my home room too. Along with Emma from softball practice, grr!)

Oh my gosh Munroe, what am I going to do? The Lucas boys made how they feel about the little dwonk perfectly clear and I don't want them to hate me because I keep singing the little twerpet's songs. :/

I could just tell them I guess… Oh who am I kidding? That'd be like me just walking up to Nick in the middle of the hall and telling him I have a major crush that isn't the fangirl kind on him. The guy would laugh me out of Jersey! Well maybe not out of Jersey but I'd never be able to show my face again!

Still probably being a little melodramatic, being Nick he'd probably just take me off to the side and tell me he just wanted to be friends… Psh, nah, I'm going with the laughter. Not that that makes me feel better or anything.

I thought writing in a diary was supposed to make me feel better not worse. And yet- OW! What the heck was that? Oh, someone threw a paper airplane at me. Lovely. Let's see what is says shall we Munroe?

Ooh, must copy note into diary!

Macy, movie night at the fire house tonight, you in? Nick.

Hold on a sec while I write a reply Munroe. I said yes. Lucas, Malone and Misa movie night, who wouldn't? I just hope we don't watch anything sad, I hate sad movies.

Darn, Miss Jackson is looking at me, I better go. Later Munroe!

Macy xx

Macy*Nick*Joe*Stella*Kevin*Frankie

5th of October 2009, 11:12 pm, the Fire House kitchen

She just had to, didn't she Munroe? She just had to bat her eyelashes and ask Joe to put it on. Why do I agree to these things? Maybe it was because Kevin was the one that asked me if I minded and I can't really say no to Kevin. Maybe it's because I ENJOY HUMILIATING MYSELF IN A SEMI-PUBLIC PLACE! Maybe I should explain…

Stella put on Titanic. At first it was okay, I thought I could deal with the first two or so hours and then make an excuse to leave before the end. So I sat down on the couch between Kevin and Nick (!) because only an idiot would force Stella to cry on someone other than Joe, and we started to watch.

It was fine until we had to change the disk. There was a quick chorus of "it's your turn. No it's your turn" I got up to change it. "Thanks Mace!" Stella grinned.

"Yeah," Nick agreed sarcastically. "Thanks Mace." I ignored him and sat down again just as he put his arm across the back of the couch. (Despite what you might think Munroe, I did not swoon.) We kept watching for a bit and when I got the feeling that things were about to get sad, I looked at my watch and started to fiddle with the hem of my shirt, the (i.e. my) universal signal for 'it's getting late maybe I should go.' "Something wrong?" Nick whispered.

I shook my head lightly. "I just think my mom expected me home by now. It's kinda late."

"Well, why don't you call her? Stella was planning on staying over anyway; you know you're welcome too."

Other than the butterflies that began frantically fluttering around my stomach at the prospect of staying in the same house as JONAS (and the guy I'm quite possibly in love with) I wasn't particularly happy about the arrangement. Why? Because the second Titanic got sad, I'd be blubbering like a baby. "Good idea," I lied, "I'll be right back."

I'll skip the phone call home, you know that my mom is a big fan of the boys and that if Stella was staying then I could too, calling is pretty much just a formality.

So when I went back and sat down, Stells and Kevin were already crying. I knew Stella was a crier but Kevin too? Who knew? Anyways, Joe was comforting Stella and Nick just looked bored so when I finally looked back at the TV screen and realized Jack was dead I felt myself start to tear up.

Oh gosh, I can't bear recounting everything! Basically, I ended up clinging to Kevin and we were both crying our eyes out. There I said it. And when the movie ended everyone (and I mean everyone) was looking at us like we were totally insane. I don't even know why, I mean Stella was crying too! And then Nick just got up and said he was going to go make a sandwich.

I came into the kitchen twenty minutes ago to find him and… he's not here. Did I do something wrong?

Macy xx

Macy*Nick*Joe*Stella*Kevin*Frankie

Dear Macy,

Forgive me for writing in your diary (I swear I didn't read it) but you seemed sort of upset before (other than that thing with the movie) so I didn't want to say anything. Anyway, you look happy now. (No, I'm not being creepy, you're sleeping in my bed, I have a right… okay that sentence was just too weird and it's never gonna get finished.)

What I'm trying to say is if I did something to upset you I'm sorry. Also, I'm sorry for breaking your purple pen. When I left earlier I was trying to find a replacement

Don't kill me.

Nick L.

Macy*Nick*Joe*Stella*Kevin*Frankie

Dear Munroe,

I have no idea what time or date it is and right now I don't care, I am in the process of devising a plan to hurt and quite possibly maim Nick Lucas.

TTYL, Macy xx

Macy*Nick*Joe*Stella*Kevin*Frankie

Author's Ramble: Ooh, Nick's in trouble now. Sorry if this isn't quite up to expectations, I'm actually home sick right now but hopefully I'll be back to my regular writing self soon! On a slightly better note, when I write the word twerpet spell check wants to correct it to twirler, I think that suits Beiber nicely

For the record, I don't actually mind his songs, I'm just not a fan of his person. xVxBx