Series: The Spy Who Loved Me.

Chapter: One: N.J Baby

Author: Toshiko

Pairing: Macy/ Nick.

Disclaimer: JONAS is property of Disney etc. I do NOT own any of the characters, episode plots or such. I also don't own Taylor Swift's song 'Mine' which I've used and modified here. The following story is entirely from my imagination. If need be, I can delete this.

A/N: so this is a VERY long chapter…I hope you guys like it…I'm not going to say anything else here except ENJOY , because I know I've already written a A/N at the end

Oh yeah, Nick's song in here is actually Taylor Swift's song- its such a beautiful song and it inspired this story so I HAD to use it. I've modified it a bit though. Please don't hate me.

Chapter one: N.J Baby.

Macy's P.O.V

New Jersey didn't look much different from Los Angeles. But then again, I'd never been able to see much of L.A without having camera's flashing around me.

Though thankfully not at me. I'm nothing special. At my dear mother- Elaine Jefferson, reality show presenter of 'Through a Star's Eyes', self-made billionaire, single mom to her only daughter- me, Macy.

Sometimes I just wish she would leave me alone. Maybe then I could get some peace. Maybe I could get that here, in New Jersey….My thought's trailed on to my new school.

What would it be like? Being one of New Jersey's most private schools, Horace Mantis Academy promised to be full of fellow rich snobs I was used to. I wrinkled my nose at the thought. Then another thought followed- more scary and real.

Would I be able to make a friend?

'Sweetie!' I blinked and turned to look at my mother, who was touching up her make up. 'When will you ever stop daydreaming? Come on, tell Stacy to get our bags, and let's get off the plane. My legs are KILLING me- what does a woman have to do here for some mineral water and a massage? I remember first class being better than

this...'

I sighed, and addressed her P.A like she asked. My mother, the diva. I got up; I had one more glimpse out of the window.

Maybe it was just my mood, but everything looked gloomy out there. Like nothing good could ever happen.

Sighing and putting on my dark shades, we walked out, surrounded by my mom's

bodyguards and wanted for the inevitable lights to start flashing.

She should of just left me in L.A.

But then again, she never did explain why we were here

Or how long.

Nick's P.O.V

'You were in school, working part time waiting tables
Left the city, never looked back
I was a flight risk with a fear of falling
Wondering why we bother with love, if it never lasts'.

I strummed the last chord on my new guitar, Lucille Jr, admiring her sweet sound. I finished, and looked down at her. She was a trustworthy one, honest and sharp…I caught the trail of my thoughts, and almost smiled.

When it came to guitar's, I could get almost as ditzy as Kevin. As Joe says: 'Nick has a guitar for every relationship with a girl that's failed.'

He's a charmer.

'AW, DAD!' Joe came in, the million screams of teen girls following him through the door. He was sweating profusely from singing on stage and was red in the face.

'Joe, its for the best- tutoring isn't doing you much good if you're going to chat up every tutor we give you. Maybe school will be good for you', Dad followed him in, slamming the door shut, sweating a lot less than my stinky older brother.

Dad sat down on the couch next to me.

'Plus', he carried on, tugging slightly at his shirt. 'Your mom said so. And you know no one answers back to your mom if you guys ever want to do another concert.'

'Too bad, Joe', I said, still looking at my guitar. 'Maybe some cute girl's will take pity on you in this new school.'

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I became aware that both dad and Joe were both staring at me.

Like I was stupid.

'I thought you were the smart one', Joe said, simply, before disappearing to phone Stella for the millionth time.

'Son', Dad said slowly. 'You'll be going to school too.'

Oh-kay. I put Lucille down.

'Erm', I say, trying to get my mind to work. 'What?'

Suddenly, Kevin squeezed through the door, sweating more than Joe, his leather jacket squeaking before making a 'pop' sound as he got through.

'Hey guys!' he said, happily. 'Guess what? Dad just told me we're going back to New Jersey and we're gonna go to school! Like an actual, actual school! Oh, hi dad'.

This could not be happening.

Macy's P.O.V

This could not be happening.

I was standing in the middle of the corridor, next to my locker, surrounded by the hundreds of students trying to mill past me.

Not a single one of them recognised me as Elaine Jefferson's daughter. And I'd been on TV with my mom since I was in diapers.

I guess changing my surname to my estranged dad's does make all the difference. Macy Misa.

No one recognises me. I slowly smile flits onto my face.

Excellent. I could really start to like it here. Because of that, and because they have an awesome sport's team selection.

But…

I frown as I look around me. This seems all too good to be true- why would my mother, diva extraordinaire, want to suddenly become all conspicuous and hidden. Why was I enrolled in this school?

I mean, yesterday night…

Yesterday night.

'Mom', I walked up to mom, who was in the middle of a back massage, soothing music playing on the background. 'What's going on?'

Mom pulled up her eye mask.

'What, darling?', she asked, a little irritanted. 'Can't you see I'm in the middle of a massage? You know if I don't relax, I get frown-lines'

'Wrinkles, mom'.

'Frown-LINES, Macy. And stop calling me 'mom' in front of other people, remember? I don't need to sound old. Yes?'

'Yes mom- I mean, Elaine.'

'Better. Now what were you asking, sweetie?'

I twiddled my foot. 'Mom, what are we doing here?', I said, waving my hands around our new house. Our very ordinary, 3 bed roomed- house. The minute I saw it and not some 15 star hotel with water and lotus filled beds I KNEW she was up to something.

She sighed, pulling the mask back on. 'I don't know what you mean, Macy. Why don't you go run along and tell Michelle to touch up your roots or something. They're totally starting to show. You know, if you want to follow my foot-steps into show biz, you can't let stuff like that go. Thank god you do so many sports or we'd be worrying about all the chocolate pudding you eat as well.'

'Mom! Answer the question! What is this?' I almost scream, walking around in circles. 'This isn't…you, we don't do normal families and schools and secret names…'

I stop, the penny finally dropping.

'Mom,' I say slowly. 'Whats the next project on your show?'

'Macy-'

'You know what?' I say, changing my mind. 'I don't want to know. All I want to do is do things normally for once. Make a friend. Join a sports team. Go to prom. Normal.'

I look at her, angrily.

'Do what you want, just so long as I'm not a part of it'.

Mom looks at me, pushing the massager away.

'Macy', she says seriously. 'This is our life. This is what I do for a living. I find celebrities, find out who they really are- which is never pretty. And then I expose then. The world is a cat and mouse game, sweetheart, this is what its about.'

I open my mouth to argue, but she carries on.

'You have no idea how lucky you are, Macy, a million girls would die to be you. Famous mother, all the things money can buy, an almost certain famous future for you if you do things right and follow my lead. All you do is 't you want to be like me, Macy? Am I that much of a bad role model?'

She looks at me, and for a second, I almost see hurt.

She's my mom. I sigh.

'No, Elaine.' I say, monotonously. She beams.

'Good' she says, sinking back to her original position. 'Because you're going to love my next project.'

I blink, pulling myself back to the present. The bell has already rang- a signal I should be in my next class, Earth Science. I yank my bag over my shoulder, breaking into a run.

'HEY, WATCH IT!' a scream is directed right into my ear as I run, causing me to break in my steps. Woah, I think my ear drum just exploded.

I look around to see a tall, blonde girl glaring at me, colourful and fluffy objects spewing out of her locker.

'I-m-I'm sorry' I stutter, looking down at what I'd stepped on. A t-shirt , from the looks of it. 'Is this-this yours?'

She looks like she could scream at me some more. For some reason she doesn't.

'No, do I look like I wear guy's clothing?' she says, folding up the offending item. 'It belongs to a friend.'

I nod, like it makes sense to have your guy friend's clothes in your locker. I look at her locker and the mess surrounding it. I suddenly forget all about my next class.

'Do you need help?' I ask, politely. 'Because, you know, that's a lot of stuff to fit in one locker, and I have space in mine, so…'

The blonde girl's face stretches into a light-bulb smile. 'Really? Cause, you know, I don't want to seem crazy and rude or anything, but I REALLY need somewhere to put all this stuff and I've already gotten in trouble for taking up 3 other lockers for Nick's shirts…'

Right. Okay. That made a lot of sense.

'Okay', I say, uncertainly, not sure who 'Nick' is. Her boyfriend? 'Follow me.'

We both try to gather as many of her items as possible, and trudged over to my locker.

'So you're the new girl, right?' the blonde girl asks as I dial in my locker combination.

'Yeah..' I say, smiling at her. 'Hi, I'm Macy. I moved her from Los Angeles.'

She practically seizes up. 'Seriously? That's where my best friends are right now. Except, like, they're going to move here soon'.

'Oh' I say. 'Nick, I'm guessing.'

'Yeah, and his brothers', she looks at me quizzically. 'You don't know yet, do you?'

'Know what? I've barely just moved here.'

She smiled at me, biting her lip.

'Never mind', she said, linking her arm around mine. 'Are you in Mr Thumser's Earth Science class? He's so boring…'

Suddenly the blonde girl's phone starts to ring- she takes one look at it, rolls her eyes and ends the call, muttering someone's name to herself.

She pulls away, stuffing a pair of leather pants and some converse snickers in my locker.

'Oh yeah', she says, looking at me, holding out her hand. 'I'm Stella, by the way.'

TBC

A/N: EEEEEEE! I don't know why but im really excited about this series- I actually finally like something I'm writing! But how much longer I like it is down to you guys- PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! The more reviews, the faster I will update, I pinky promise!

So…is it starting to sink in a bit more? Does it make more sense? If you're still confused, don't worry, you'll get it as we go along. And , just so that you know, the prologue was 4 WEEKS IN THE FUTURE, so this is before then. And I know I've been very ironic at the end of this chapter- it was just too much fun, I had to mess a bit with Macy.

Yeah, as you can see , I attempted to do both Macy and Nick's side of the story, and I'm SORRY they haven't actually interacted yet- they will, when they meet. I will include Stella, Kevin and Joe's POV's later on in the series. I actually found Nick's side easier to write than Macy's. Does that say anything about my personality.

Anyways, sorry for the rambling, long A/N! PLEASE REVIEW!