Disclaimer: I do not own JONAS.

A/N: LaPaige challenged me to write a Nate story using the prompt 'camera" from her 101 Writing Prompts Forum, but she was nice enough to let me change it to Nick so I could do a second chapter of this story instead. It took me so long to get around to it that she has probably forgotten about it already. Sorry about that! I tried to find a character name for Big Rob on the show, but the Disney website calls him 'Big Man' (which I refuse to use) and IMDB was strangely silent on the issue. So he remains nameless in the story.

Dedication: For Paige.

Standing backstage, Nick craned his neck looking for Macy. The concert had finished fifteen minutes ago, and he had expected the brunette to rush backstage to meet them. He had even given her a map of the arena to make sure she could find them after the show. What was taking so long?

Stella gave him a knowing look. "Relax. She's coming."

He nodded but went back to scanning the backstage area for her, grinning when he finally saw Macy bounding towards them, a camera clutched in one hand and a glossy tour program in the other.

"Oh, my goodness! You guys were amazing!" She gushed, her face flushed and her hair disheveled most likely from dancing. Nick thought she looked adorable.

"What's the camera for?" Stella asked curiously.

"So I can take photos for my JONAS scrapbook, of course."

"Creepy," Joe said in a sing-song voice.

Nick watched Macy's face fall, and he wanted to kill his brother. Why couldn't he just let her enjoy the moment? They all knew she had been trying really hard to ease up on the fan girl stuff. Stella took care of Joe for him, though, elbowing the middle brother in the ribs.

Ignoring Joe's gasp of pain, Nick focused on Macy. "Do you want me to get someone to take a picture of all of us?"

"No, that's okay," Macy said uncertainly, he eyes flitting to Joe.

"We should take one," Nick insisted. "Even if you don't want one, I do." He motioned to the band's imposing bodyguard, "Can you come take a picture of us?"

Stella took the camera out of Macy's hand and held it out to the bodyguard. Before she had a chance to protest, Nick motioned for Kevin and Joe to move closer and threw his arm around Macy's shoulder. He could feel the tension in her body and noticed that her natural smile still hadn't returned, so he leaned over and whispered, "Do you want me to sign your program later?"

Macy laughed, obviously caught off-guard by the question. After a few photos, the group broke apart, but Nick kept his arm around Macy and used it to guide her off to the side.

"So we have to go do a meet and greet with the fans who won some contest. Do you want to stay and hang out after?"

"I don't think I can." Macy replied, looking down at her watch. "I'm already dangerously close to my curfew as it is."

"Can't you call your mom and get an extension or something?"

Macy laughed. "She's still not happy I stayed up all night to get the ticket in the first place; I don't want to push it. And it's not like I won't see you at school tomorrow. Go do your meet and greet. I know from experience that the fans can get scary if you make them wait."

Turning to walk away, she waved goodbye to Kevin, Joe and Stella. Nick couldn't explain why he felt so disappointed that she was leaving already. He knew he would see her in a few hours, but for some reason he had really wanted to make this concert memorable for her. He wasn't sure if it was because she had shown so much respect for their friendship, something that nobody other than Stella had done for him, or if it was something else. Regardless, when he had pictured the concert, this was not how he had imagined it ending.

"Wait!"

Macy turned and looked questioningly back at Nick. He flushed a little because he really had no reason to keep her there. Glancing down at her hands, inspiration hit.

"I forgot to sign your program," he blurted out.

"I thought you were joking."

"Of course not. No backstage experience is complete without an autograph. I'll hurry so you won't be late."

Shrugging, Macy walked back to Nick and handed her program to him. Flipping it open to a photo of him on the drums, he pulled out one of the Sharpies he had on hand for the meet and greet and wrote, "To Macy from your number one fan, Nick Lucas."

Her eyes sparkled happily when she read the message. "Thank you," she whispered.

"You're welcome."

They stood staring at each other for a moment both unsure what to do next. Suddenly, she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek before hurrying out of the room. Nick stood frozen in shock, a goofy grin on his face.

"Damn," Joe exclaimed, smirking at his younger brother. "There's never a camera around when you need one."