"Kevin… Kevin come to us." Soft sounding voices, beautiful singing voices sang to me. "You are so beautiful, you belong with us." They whispered. "Come to us Kevin, we will teach you how to dance, how to be happy forever."
Yeah, yeah I think I'd like that.
"I'm coming." I mumbled as the voices got softer. "I'm coming."
"Come dear Kevin, we love you so much, come to us." They sang, so beautiful, like crystal, diamonds and all the pretty things in the world.
Soft hands touched my face. Caressed it.
"Come Kevin, loved one. Play for us, sing to us." They asked, their touched like feathers.
"I'll play." I promised the voices. "I'll sing."

"Come Kevin, come with us. We'll teach you how to dance on water, how to fly with the sky beside you. We will make you happy Kevin."
I tumbled out of my bed and felt the neck of my guitar underneath my hands; I grabbed it and walked towards the voices.
"Yes Kevin, come to us. We adore you, we'll love you, we promise. You'll see everything Kevin, just come to us!"
Their hands pulled at me. Their beautiful soft voices sang in a language I didn't understand. But I adored it anyway. How could I not go with them? They loved me, like I loved them. How could I say no to their pleas for me?
I got pulled into the warm, blue-pulsing light and I felt completely good, fuzzy and satisfied.
"Play for us Kevin, you play so beautiful. Speak to us with your notes; let us hear your melodies."
Their beautiful bodies swam around me as I stared playing, a melody I never heard before, their voices singing.
I was happy, so happy… I never wanted to leave.

Stella PoV

I was pissed, really, really pissed. I was late again because I stayed up all night, searching for diseases with symptoms like tiredness, suddenly zoning out and obsessions.
Nothing! Absolutely nothing! I swear, Google, wikipedia and all those other search-sites were pure crap.
How was I supposed to take care of my best friends with web-sites like that!
Pure. Crap.
Just like I felt right now.

The only possibility for their weir behaviour I had now was them staying up all night searching for weird diseases, because right now, I certainly felt like crashing into my cereal bowl.
Instead of doing that I threw it into the dishwasher and went upstairs, taking a deep breath. Calm down Malone, what do you do in times of panic?
Right, go to pick-up Macy.
She would help me figure it out. She was really smart and her father was a doctor…

I pulled into her driveway, at exactly the moment she stepped out her door.
"Hey Stella." She greeted me, puzzled. Her hair pulled into a ponytail for her football match this afternoon, already wearing her Horace mentis uniform. I admired her dedication…
She climbed in the car, after telling her parents she was going with me, not even asking why she was going with me.
"Tell me." She said, looking at me sideways.
"The guys, I'm worried."

Of course, being my best friend, she didn't needed more. Instead she swept bangs that didn't fit in her ponytail out of her face and listened.
"I don't know, they have been acting weird all day yesterday." I began. "Just minor things, you know and I wondered if you might know. I tried Pfeiffer. The flu. Even Manic Depressions!" My tone got a little whiny. "they can't be sick, they can't have something going on! They're them!"

Macy just looked at me, her face sympathic. "Have you considered it being just you overreacting?"

I wanted to answer, my mouth was already open, but I couldn't because the same thought had also appeared in my mind a time or two. I just loved Joe, Nick and Kevin to bits and worries suffocated me till no end when anything happened to them.

"Listen." Macy continued. "They are acting weird, I agree with that, but Manic Depressions? I don't think so; maybe Kevin has Pfeiffer or the flu." She waved her hands dismissing. "It's not going to kill him and aren't you the one who told me Joe zones out when he's deeply thinking about stuff? I'm not even going to start about Nick writing songs."

I sighed, she was right. Maybe my Stella senses were wrong after all… "You're probably right, but I love them you know, I'm on my toes with them…"

Macy laughed. "Isn't their mother supposed to do such things?" she asked and I just had to laugh too.
"Yeah, I'm just their best friend, I should be planning schemes with them…"
"exactly, let's just see how they're acting today, okay? Preferably before we panic?"

What would I do without my best friend? When not around JONAS she was really intelligent and she was the only one that could reassure me in these situations.
So we decided to pick the boys up, risking my perfect presence, but then again, I'd gladly give that for them.

"Oh hey Stells!" Joe said surprised when they walked out of the fire-house a few minutes after we pulled in. "Aren't we usually the ones giving you a ride?" He said through Stella's window, smiling.
"Yeah." I answered, happy he was acting like usual, probably overreaction after all. "Thought I'd return the favour."
"I'm always in for a free ride!" He said enthusiastically, throwing Nick's guitar in the back and getting in.
"Hey! Be careful with that!" Nick accused him, sitting next to his brother in the back. No note-pads in view.

Kevin got in last, squeezing his brother in between him and Joe, the fact Nick was the youngest and smallest being a good thing. Even though all of them were taller then Macy and myself.
Kevin didn't say anything, but he didn't seem tired anymore. He seemed to be quite happy. Looking at the huge grin on his face. Good night of sleep much?
"Hey Kevin of Jonas!" Macy said nervously.
"Hello Macy of School." He answered, happily.

I sighed; the nicknames between Kevin and Macy were back, so this was normal.

I started to drive to school, very relieved.

Macy PoV

I had been worried about the guys too, even though I didn't act like it. Their behaviour yesterday had really creeped me out.
I was worried about them, all of them, but especially Kevin. He was always bouncing with energy and in opposite to Stella, I wasn't relieved just yet.
I looked at them in the back view-mirror. They were all dressed in Stella's variations on the school-uniform, my three mahogany-haired, brown eyed idols.
Kevin seemed happy enough, probably still thinking about one of his usual vivid dreams… Joe seemed normal also, but Nick was frowning.
"Nick?" I asked, making him look up.
"Yes Macy?" He answered, polite, he always was very polite.
"Why are you frowning? Is something wrong?" I knew I shouldn't have asked this, because I immediately got an alarmed look back from Stella.
"Well, the last couple of days, you probably noticed I wrote a lot of songs, right?"
We all nodded, as we were now all listening to Nick, except Kevin, who was still looking out the car window.
"That was because I kept hearing beautiful music in my head, it was really awesome and so beautiful, it inspired me all the time, it just wouldn't stop. That's why I kept writing."
We all nodded again, at exactly the same time.
"It's gone now. The music suddenly stopped."

Well that was weird… Usually Nick's songs were based on experiences and his own feelings, not random music in his head.
"How sad!" Stella reacted, sending me another look.
"Yeah, the music was so pretty and now it's gone…" Nick said, smiling dreamily

It was even weirder to use phrases like that, to smile like that, for our serious Nick.

We eventually reached school and we all went to our home-room. Kevin sat alone, next to the window, staring to the dull-grey sky.
Stella sat next to Joe, witch left me next to Nick. He was quiet and serious, like usual, so my guard went down.

Our teacher went on about some prom thing I wasn't interested in. Instead I did my favourite thing in the world. Jonassing.
I stared at Nick's concentrated face –he was also not paying attention— as he stared at his empty note-pad.
"Nick? What's wrong?" I whispered.
"The music's gone, that's what's wrong." He snapped. How rude, very un-Nick like…

He ignored me for the rest of the period.
I chose to stare at Kevin instead, but when I heard him whisper: "how beautiful the blue sky is, everything should be blue." I stopped with that too.

After home-room, I ran to Stella, who was standing at her locker with Joe.
"Stella, we need to talk…"

after school

Stella and I came to the conclusion that absolutely nothing was normal with the guys. During the day, Nick had been constantly grumpy (so not like him) Kevin had been in a different dimension (that was normal for him, but not in this way).

Luckily, there was Joe; he was acting kind of normal…

"Stella!"
"Macy!"
Stella and I were currently fussing about whether not to tell Joe.
"He deserves to know his brothers are acting weird, he probably noticed it himself!" I told Stella. I couldn't care less about my hair flying around wildly as I turned to stare at her. She was taller then me and knew her way around words, but I probably could reach Joe before her, as she was wearing stiletto's and tights.
She was way to overprotective, we might need his help with this!
"No, we can do this Macy; he doesn't have to worry about this."

Absolutely, way too overprotective, luckily there was Joe, literally.

"Hey Joe!"
"Macy, what are you doing!?"
"We need to talk!"

He didn't respond and just walked on.
Stella and I exchanged a look and followed him. He was sitting down at our lunch-table, his hands covering his ears. No wonder he couldn't hear us!

"Joe of Jonas!" I said, pulling his hand from one of his ears.

"Oh, hey Macy! Stella." He said, smiling slightly, but it wasn't his trademark 'happy to see you' smile. Instead his face was shining with his 'I'm hiding something' smile.
Best friend Stella knew this smile way too well and we both sat down next to Joe.
"What is it Joe?" Stella asked straightforward.
Joe swallowed. "Nothing!" he said, pulling his 'pshh' face.
We both rolled our eyes and stared at him.

"Okay fine! Stop staring! I have music in my head I'm trying to get it out!"
That seemed normal, or at least plausible.

"What kind of music?" Stella asked.
"Some of Nick's new symphonies."

Ah, the creepy music…

"That sucks…" Stella slowly said, silently saying: not him too!! With her eyes.
"I think it are some of those, they are similar to them. It just doesn't stop, songs do that to me sometimes, they get stuck…" Joe continued, staring past me. "You guys have that, don't you?"
We nodded.
"But it's like it actually gets played you know. It's so weird, like there's a band playing right here and I can't get it to stop."
I swallowed, so much for doubting Stella's Stella-senses…
"It's very beautiful though…" He said, trailing off. "So beautiful."

He zoned out again! What the heck?

Stella waved her hand in front of Joe's almost drooling face. "Joe! Joe come on! Snap out of it."

Joe suddenly seemed to wake up again. "Sorry guys, but you know what?"

"What." We chorused.

"Problem solved, I don't think I want the songs out of my head, those melodies…" Joe stood up still talking and walked away, not noticing we weren't following him.

"This is so weird!" Stella said, pulling her hand through her hair. "This is so not good!"
"I know, this is bad. Something's going on… I'm considering Manic Depressions…" I added.
We stared at each other, worried expressions on both our faces.
Suddenly, I saw Nick walking towards his locker.
"NICK!!" I yelled standing up and running towards him. He stopped; a huge goofy smile on his face.

I stopped in my tracks, suspicious. Why was Nick, of all people, smiling?
"What's up?" I asked nervously.
"I'm great." He answered, his smile –if possible— grew even bigger. "The music's back. It's so beautiful Macy, like the most wonderful things in the world have been turned into music!"
Then he walked to his locker, leaving me thoughtful.
I would never, ever, doubt Stella's senses again.

"Come to us Kevin, play to us, stay with us! We love you so much Kevin! Come to us…"

Finally there I was, the beautiful bodies and their beautiful voices surrounding me, my feet surrounded by cool water.
"You're here Kevin, now everything will be happy and good forever! We will make music and never stop!"
Never…

Stella PoV the next day

Macy and me had held an emergency sleepover and had talked about what to do all night, eventually we had agreed on continuing observing the guys for another day and if they kept acting so incredibly off, we would confront them. There was no way they could hold the concert this way.

We reached the fire-house pretty early. Walking in together, both incredibly tense.
First, we didn't saw anything, so we walked up, seeing Joe and Nick sitting at Nick's writing-table. Nick was writing, again. Joe just sat there, his head in his hands. He looked crushed, just like Kevin earlier, tired, crushed, like he was beaten up, had gotten drunk and hadn't slept all night. Though I knew Joe didn't drink, he looked like someone with a very bad hangover…
"Hey Nick, Joe." Macy said.
"Shh, I'm working." Nick snapped. Joe just groaned, covering his ears with his hands again.
"Jeez, someone fell out of bed the wrong way." I said.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, just leave." Nick said, waving us away.

That was downright rude and I wasn't going to accept that.
I sat down in front of them, Macy following me. I made them look at me, just by being quiet. When I finally got their attention, I asked:

"guys, what's going on?"
"It's the music, Stella, it's so beautiful."

Joe was the one that had answered, Nick already back to his note-pads, he looked desperate.
"It's in my head all the time, I want it, but I don't want it!"
He wasn't making sense; none of this was making sense. What music?!
"Joe, what…." I started.

"Guys!" I heard Macy's voice say.
I turned around. Macy was standing next to the bunk. The curtains were open, but Kevin's dark blue pyjamas were no-where to be seen.
"Guys." Macy repeated. "Where's Kevin…?"

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