"Really, Joe, I'm fine." I lied. I was in a lot of pain. Ugh, my ankle hurt so bad! The cut was deep, and Joe had just been saying that I needed to go to the hospital. I didn't need to go to the hospital, that was last on the list, the only place I didn't need to go-. I was cut off by a sharp scream. Then I realized it was mine. I looked up to a startled and somewhat guilty looking Joe.
"Macy, I'm so sorry!" I then looked down to my ankle. It looked like it had five minutes ago; bloody, stiff, and from one angle deformed. But Joe had put pressure on it, and pain was everywhere. "Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?" I knew he was going to take me whether I said no or yes.
"Fine Joe, I will go to the hospital, but you're not going to take me." I didn't need to embarrass myself any more in front of I/3 of JONAS. He didn't like this, but I wasn't going to budge, so I pulled out my cell phone and dialed my mom's number. Crap, no answer. I didn't know what to do. Joe was not going to take me to the hospital and miss school, that was a boyfriend's job. By now Joe had a smug look on his face, of course, if no one else could take me he was going to. Please pick up. Please pick up. Please pick u-
"Macy? Why are you calling me this early? Is something wrong?" Worry was suddenly smothering his tone. I heard rustling on the other end of the line, like he was getting up and dressed at the same time.
"No, calm down, everything is fine. Well, sort of. Hey, can you do me a favor?"
"Yeah, what's up?" He had calmed down and there was a loud thud in the background. Maybe he threw himself down on his bed?
"Can you come pick me up and take me to the hospital? Ok, I know that doesn't help the whole calm down thing, but I'm ok, really, just a cut. I think I need stitches." And to my surprise he laughed….laughed! "What's so funny?" I demanded. Joe didn't like this either, I think he knew who I was talking to, and he didn't like Randy already (for some reason unknown) and now he was laughing at my pain. Yeah, not really making it high on Joe's list. Not that it mattered or anything.
"It's just so you Macy." I laughed too.
"It is, huh?" It really was something I'd do. Maybe Randy and I could really start feeling something for each other; we knew a lot about each other, we get the same things, and we are like brother and sister. *sigh* maybe we can't. We are too much like brother and sister, and I was too aware of the boy standing less then six inches from me.
"Macy?"
"Oh, right, sorry. What?"
"I said how did this happen?"
"Oh, I was running and I tripped and fell, I guess."
"You guess?"
"Look it's a long story I will tell you later. I'm at the Lucas' house, can you come?"
"The Lucas house huh?" There was a mischievous undertone to what he said.
"Yes, I 'fell' in front of their house."
"You fell. In front of the Lucas house. The home of three boys you love. And one especially. Named J-"
"Shut up Randolph." I snapped. He laughed.
"Ok, Ok, I will be there soon. Give or take five minutes alright?"
Five minutes alone with Joe? Well, it was no seven minutes in heaven, but it will have to do.
"Got it. See ya in a bit darlin'" I closed my phone and then looked up to see Joe. I couldn't resist, he was beautiful.
"Randolph huh?" I knew then I hurt him. I had chosen Randy over him.
"I'm sorry Joe. It's just…" What was it? I couldn't stand to be with you for so long, or I might jump on you? I didn't want people to think we were dating, so you could be embarrassed? Or did I want people to think that? Did I want to be around you a lot? I looked up into his eyes. No, it didn't matter what I wanted. It was what he wanted.
"Joe?" This is it, just tell him Macy. He will understand. Maybe….
"Yeah Mace?" (Mace?) He was wiping up all the blood from the table. How it got there I don't know, but when you put me with a JONAS you never know what's going to happen.
"Um, you like me right??" Ok, so I chickened out, it's not like you would have done it!
He froze. Not good. Not good at all.
"Yeah." It was a breath. It seemed forced.
"Oh." It felt like a shock to my bare skin. So he didn't, that much was obvious. It was a surprise to me. I guess I should have seen this coming. It's not like this is the first time some guy hasn't liked me back. This was different of course because, well-I…loved Joe. Loved. I will get over him.
"Wait, Macy, I didn't mean-"
"Of course you did. But that's ok." I turned to walk to the front door, I had to get out of there before I embarrassed myself more. Each step was excruciating .It was another lie. That's what I was becoming; a liar. And I hated it. "Actually, Joe, it's not ok. Why?" I turned around in a attempt to glare at him, but found he was right behind me. He had been going after me? I rammed right into him. Great, hurt him again! Was the first thing that came into my mind, but I was wrong. He reached out and grabbed me. We both froze, keeping eye contact. I didn't know about him, but I couldn't pull away.
"Hi." He breathed. I smiled (blushed).
"Hi."
"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to interrupt anything." Nick turned to run back up the stairs.
"No it's-" Joe and I both stopped what we were saying and pulled away.
"No, really, I'm just going to go upstairs." And he was gone. Great! My day was going perfect! Sarcasm and all. There was a knock on the door.
"Um, that's probably Randolph." Though we had pulled away, we were still extremely close. No way he could not feel the electricity running through that two inch space. He face grew hard, as it had the other day (with randy). "See you at school Joe." I smiled up at him once more, then he put his arm around my waist. Under any other circumstances (almost) I would have loved this, but once I stepped on my hurt ankle that feeling was just about completely gone. He gave me encouraging words and sayings on the way to the door, this was going to be more difficult than I thought. There was more knocking at the door.
"Coming!" His voice was hard when he said this. Was it because he was strained from carrying about 95% of my weight.
"Joe, you can put me down." I didn't want him to let me go, his touch was pretty much the only thing keeping me grounded, and not completely lost in pain. Thanking fully he was thinking the same thing…or something like it.
"No, Macy, don't worry. I'm fine, you just worry about you." Ok, yeah, because I can really do that.
We successfully got to the front door, and I opened it with my free hand. Joe kept both on me. One on the waist, one on my arm that was draped over his shoulder. I liked this, more then I should, or at least for someone who was trying to move on. "Hey, Randy."
He looked surprised at my state. He looked down to where Joe kept his hand. He smirked at first, but then remembered his role and put on the face of jealously and anger.
"I got her from here." He reached his hands out to me, and his voice was rock hard, not like I have ever heard it before.
"She needs a little more help than you can provide her." Joe snapped. Ok what was up with him?
"I think I can provide my girlfriend the help she needs." Since when did they act this way together? I was just about to ask what was going on when Joe spoke again.
"Really? I highly doubt that." Joe sneered.
"Jealous Joe?" Randolph smirked.
"N-"
"Guys!" I yelled, "As much as I hate to break up your little fight about who-knows-what, I kinda need to get to the hospital. I pointed to my ankle which I was lifting just inches off the ground.
"I'll take her." Randy used in a much softer voice. Joe sighed in…reluctance?
"Really, just let me take to the car." There was something in his eyes I couldn't quite put a name on.
"Fine, just hurry up Lucas." Last name bases seriously? *sigh* boys.
Once I was in the car and my seat belt was buckled, I missed Joe's arms around me. Not that I will ever admit that out loud. How pathetic.
Joe looked at me for a couple of seconds before getting up from his squat and shutting the door. Randy was already in the seat next to me.
"Bye Joe." I said through the open window. It was sad. I was leaving, for as little time as that would be gone, I would wish he was with me. And no matter how much I liked Randy, I really wished Joe was going to be the one to be there holding my hand while I got my stitches, but he wasn't. Randolph, my boyfriend (because he was my boyfriend), would be. And I need to move on. It was easier to imagine leaving when Joe wasn't standing five feet from me.
"Now, Macy. Let's talk about what happened. " There was pure curiosity in his voice, but it was being covered by his laugh.
Perfect start to the Perfect day huh?
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