Hey guys! Sorry for the wait, life has been HECTIC lately here on the other side of the world. I know that that is the most over-used excuse in the book, but it's true and I can't help it. -throws in puppy dog eyes- Forgive me?

Nick: Hey, I've got diabetes and I can tour and deliver my duties just fine.
Destined: But I've got a cold. -sniffles-
Joe: Yeah, man, lay off. You've got a cold on tour in 2009 and we had to cancel on the fans.
Kevin: Joe, that's crossing the line. Nick didn't want to get sick.
Nick: -sulks- Yeah, and somebody just had to call in the Disney crew to film me, -glares at Joe- , with BEDHEAD and a runny nose to top things off.
Destined: -coos and puts arms around Nick- Oh it's alright, pretty-boy, you looked mighty fine with bedhead. -to readers- You would all agree with me, wouldn't you? -smiles-


DISCLAIMER: YES, I BLOODY OWN JONAS AND THE JONAS BROTHERS, THAT'S WHY I LIVE IN FREAKING ASIA AND HAVE NEVER SEEN THE BOYS BEFORE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. GEEZ, DO YOU HAVE TO RUB. IT. IN. THAT HARD? D:


Macy's POV

"So, where should we start?" Kevin nudged me. I was standing in front of a map of what has to be the biggest shopping mall in the world and have absolutely no idea which way is up (or is it North?), can make utterly no sense whatsoever of the numbers (that led well into the thousands figure) which paraded down the left side of the board and little tiny symbols of people and items confused me to no end. I shook my head to clear my mind, all the while trying desperately to find the red dot that should show us where the heck are we even supposed to be on the sprawling mess. Kevin continued to look at me expectantly and I just stared back at him helplessly, like a child that got lost and is looking for her mother in between the aisles of a supermarket. I pouted indignantly as his lips turned upwards in a small smirk – he had obviously found my cluelessness amusing.

"I'm taking that you have never been to Sogo[1]?" That annoying smirk gradually turned into a full blown grin as Kevin bent over the map. "In that case, I shall lead this expedition."

"What? No, Kevin, this is MY clothing that I'm worrie– " I started to protest when he interrupted me.

"Lead the way then."

That cut my tirade short. What? I lead? But I have no idea where the hell even the nearest friggen toilet is. My mouth open and closed like a fish's.

Kevin raised one bushy eyebrow. "Shall we, milady?" He offered me his arm.

How could I refuse?

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Kevin's POV

This. Is. Plobnrg. Macy had absolutely no sense of style in the manner of clothing, which meant that I got to dress her like a Barbie doll, or buy clothing items for her like the sister I never had. I was, of course, undeniably the most fashionable JONAS member in my family, when Stella's not involved that is. Macy was so athletic, I could give her whatever outfit that I wanted and she could pull it off and made it look good. Actually getting her into the outfits I wanted however could prove to be quite a problem.

"I WON'T, no, CAN'T be seen wearing THIS waste of material!" Macy whispered to me furiously from behind the curtain to the changing room. "This is absurd!"

I sighed in exasperation. "Dude, just give it a try. It's just a tunic with leggings! It's what everybody's wearing that is trendy without being too girly!"

In return, I received a pointed glare from a pair of brown eyes that peeked out from a small gap in the curtains. "Are you mad? Do you know who wears tunics? The ancient ROMANS. This… stupid oversized shirt reaches past my thighs. How is one supposed to move in this?" With that she flung open the curtains with a clang, the other hand was curled into a fist and rested on her hip.

There was no other word for it. Macy looked– "Amazing! You work that so well, and the brown fabric really brings out the colour of your eyes and shows off your naturally tanned skin." I shook my head in wonder. "And the leggings just help to smoothen down your silhouette, and cover everything while making you look sexy like hell. You should totally get this outfit."

Macy narrowed her eyes skeptically. "Kevin?"

"Uhh, y-yeah?" I answered hesitantly.

"Since when do you know so much about fashion?"

"I ha-AVE absolutely NO IDE-AH what you're ta-ALK-ing about!" Damn. My voice cracked. Here comes the lecture.

Macy laughed scathingly, a sound that doesn't suit her at all. "You should know better than to lie to me, Kevin Percy Lucas. I am the JONAS-superfan, and have the power to turn the whole club against you."

I knew that Macy, my sweet innocent Macy, would never do such a thing. However, I'm not prepared to risk it. "Okay, okay, fine, you got me. Remember the time when we… uh…" I winced. She looked on, raising an eyebrow for me to continue, which I did in a whisper. "had Coler over for an interview during Stella's birthday? Ahem. Yeah. I distinctly remember me having this awful idea of wearing a leather vest with no shirt underneath." At this, a small smile broke through Macy's mask of stone. "Yeah… I guess you do. Well, after that fiasco I've decided to go for some fashion lessons from the famed stylist Michelle Tomaszewski [2]."

Macy nods thoughtfully, dispute forgotten. "Stella had mentioned something about Michelle… Tomaski? No, Tomasaki. No… Oh, whatever, my point is Stella worships Michelle. Did Michelle teach you anything of interest?"

"We can talk more about this at a better time. But the most important thing is that Michelle taught me to view all past, present and future trends with an open mind [3]." I struck a stereotypical model pose to earn a small laugh from Macy. "To look past the weird trends, try some on, and maybe you'll get lucky. That's how I got my present style today.

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Macy's POV

Well, what d'ya know? Shopping can actually be fun. I looked at the list of items in my wardrobe that Stella wanted me to get a different version of and grinned when I saw a particular article of clothing. Grabbing Kevin by the arm, I marched to that shop in the women's department.

Colours. Patterns. Cuttings.

All of these things together in a vibrant blend were what hit me as I stepped into that section in the shopping mall. I stared in shock at all the different varieties, surveyed the more revealing pieces with distaste. I fiddled with a bright yellow garment gingerly, hooking my fingers the straps on the side and held it up to my chest.

"Kevin, what do you think?" I looked around, and surely as I expected, Kevin was standing outside the doors of the store, blushing and fidgeting uneasily.

"Mace, can I wait for you at the cafeteria? I'm dying for a Starbucks coffee…" Kevin said rocking back and forth on his feet.

I laughed and dragged in the protesting Kevin who dug in his high-heeled cowboy boots in an attempt to stay outside. "Now either you can tell me what do you think about this canary yellow bra or I will make you choose what I should buy and make you stand outside the changing rooms holding the lingerie."


Notes:

[1] Sogo is a shopping mall in my country/city/area (which is Hong Kong if any of you are wondering). It originates in Japan and confuses me to no end. I swear, that place is like a maze. I have no idea what kind of shopping malls there are in Jersey, seeing as I've never been there before, and don't know how they name them. So just run along with this, mm'kay? :D

[2] Michelle Tomaszewski is the real-life stylist of the Jonas boys. She seems like a great fashion-wise person, so I've decided that Kevin should go to her for lessons. And I really do think that Kevin probably cares the most about fashion out of all three boys. Joe just wears whatever is in the house, and Nick is always wearing the tight white V-neck shirt. (Not that I mind… ;d)

[3] This is actually my personal belief, no idea whether reallife!Michelle would think that way, but it isn't relevant. In this world, she does. Good? Good. :P


Nick: -snores gently-

Destined: -strokes Nick's hair absentmindedly-

Kevin: Um. -taps Destined on shoulder-

Joe: -coughs loudly- Ahem.

Destined: -looks up from watching Nick sleep on the couch- Oh! You guys finished? Well, what do you think?

Joe: Well, personally I want to know, where. The. Heck. Am. I?

Kevin: And I thought that you said this wasn't going to be a Kacy fic. -shudders-

Nick: -snores gently-

Destined: -ignores Joe- Well, Kevin, I said that this isn't going to be a Kacy-romance, never said that it couldn't be a friendship/humor fic. You know what, I have actually no idea what this fic is about, I just go with the flow. There isn't much plot here, now that I think about it. Who knows? Maybe I'll make Joe drive a pick-up truck over Nick's body which is in a diabetic induced coma next chapter.

Nick: -jerks awake and splutters- YOU WILL WHAT?

Joe: -splutters and shouts- YOU WILL MAKE ME DO WHAT TO WHO IN WHAT?

Kevin: Oh boy.

Destined: -walks into another room-

Random camera dude filming this: -follows- -slams door-

Destined: -ignores the band's disembodied shouts- -looks into camera- You know the ritual! Review and leave constructive criticism! I really do appreciate it! :D Once again, I apologize for this really late update :/ -continues- But you can yell at me in the reviews! You have free reign! (Just no flaming. Playful banter is okay, but please, no flaming.)