Disclaimer: I do not own JONAS.

A/N: I skipped Nick and Macy's dinner, so I sort of expect a bit of backlash. But this was the series of moments that I had inspiration for. Such that it is. On another note, to anyone who has sent me something to beta – I apologize it is taking so long. I can't shake the jet lag and after being gone for three weeks, my real life has sort of backed up. But I'm trying, I promise.

Nick had been staring at his phone all night to the point where his usually oblivious brothers had actually picked up on his behavior.

"Joe, why is Nick watching his phone like that? Do you think he's afraid it's broken? Cause he could just ask one of us to call him."

"There's only one reason a guy pathetically sits staring at his phone all night," he heard Joe reply mockingly.

"Oh," Kevin said in response.

Nick silently began to count in his head. He figured he'd make it to about five before Kevin broke.

One, two, three, four…

"I don't get it."

"A girl," Joe answered with an infuriating air of superiority. "Our poor little Nicky must be expecting a phone call from a girl."

Nick rolled his eyes and continued to ignore the conversation taking place around him. He had found that sometimes the best way to deal with his brothers was to pretend like they weren't there.

"I don't think she's called," Kevin said in a stage whisper.

That did it; he needed to get out of the house. "Brilliant observation, Sherlock," Nick snapped at his oldest brother. He picked up the offending phone and headed towards the fire pole to make his escape. "If Mom asks, I'm going out for a drive. I'll be back soon."

He would have liked to go for a walk, but the legion of fan girls that tended to camp outside the firehouse made that impossible. But he had recently gotten his driver's license, which offered him some form of freedom. And he needed to get out of the house and stop worrying about Macy.

Because it was Tuesday night.

It was eight o'clock on Tuesday night, which meant Macy was currently off with college boy. And he had told her to call if she needed help or some advice or a ride home. She'd insisted that she'd be fine, but had promised to call when she got done to tell him how it went.

She hadn't called and it was eight o'clock. How long did it take to eat dinner? Shouldn't they be done by now? And why did the entire situation bother him so much?

Sitting in his car in the garage, he began to bang his head against the steering wheel. Cause he was pretty sure that he already knew why this was bugging him. He had actually realized it after he took Macy to dinner because when she hugged him and said goodnight, that stupid fluttery feeling had come back; since he had just eaten five slices of pizza, he could no longer pretend it was hunger. It was Macy. Being around Macy gave him stupid butterflies.

He was a little surprised that it had taken him that long to figure it out, but he had always thought of her as their scary super fan and it had never occurred to him that he could think of her as anything else. But there was a lot more to her. She was spunky and pretty and competitive and not afraid to put him in his place. And she gave him butterflies when she smiled at him. Or touched his hand. Or said anything nice about him.

And she was currently having dinner with some big-shot college golfer who was probably offering to help her with her putting right now. The thought made him grit his teeth.

He was pulled from his unpleasant musings by the sound of his phone ringing. At first he was sure it was his brothers calling to harass him (and find out who the girl was), but when he looked down he was delighted to see it was Macy.

"Hello," he answered, in what he hoped was a casual, relaxed manner that did not give away that he had spent the past three hours waiting for her to call.

"Hi Nick," Macy said happily.

"How was dinner?"

"It was great! I just got home."

"How about I come over, and you can tell me about it." Nick couldn't believe he had actually suggested that.

"That's sweet, but you don't have to do that."

"I want to," he said sincerely. "I was just getting in my car to go for a drive to escape from my brothers, so now instead of just driving around aimlessly, I can come visit you."

"Oh. Okay. Why do you need to escape from Joe and Kevin?" He could picture her biting her lip. She was cute when she was confused.

Nick certainly didn't feel like explaining the teasing from earlier, so he went with a more generic reason. "We spend a lot of time together, and sometimes I just need a break from all that togetherness."

"That makes sense… I guess."

"So I'll see you in a few minutes?"

Nick used the short drive to the Misa's residence to try and formulate some sort of plan. He figured he'd play it cool – be a supportive friend and listen to her talk about her night. And if the opportunity arose, maybe he'd ask her out. As he approached her front door, he took a deep breath and knocked.

"You must be Nick!" The woman who opened the door gushed. She looked like an older version of Macy with long dark hair and kind eyes. "It's so good to meet you. Macy talks about you and your brothers all the time." Turning back into the house, she yelled, "Macy, your guest is here."

Nick could hear Macy scrambling down the stairs as he walked into the house. He thought she looked adorable as she skidded into the entryway.

"Hi," she said breathlessly.

"Hi," he replied with a smirk, earning him an eye roll in response.

"Macy, dear," her mother interjected as she headed into what appeared to be the family room, "why don't you go show Nick your room. I'm sure he'd love to see all your JONAS stuff."

Macy's face turned a brilliant shade of red before she mumbled, 'Why don't we go hang out in the kitchen? You don't want to see my room."

"Actually," he replied casually, "I'd love to see it. I've never been in a fan's room."

She looked at him incredulously before shrugging. "Okay."

She headed up the stairs and stopped before the first room at the top of the stairs. Pushing open the door, she gestured for him to go in ahead of her. "Here it is."

He took one step inside and froze. The room was literally wallpapered with posters and pictures of him and his brothers. There was even a mosaic of their last album cover in the corner and a stand-up cut out of all three of them over by the closet. He felt Macy come up behind him and say, "So, the kitchen?"

He nodded without even saying anything, slightly traumatized.

"Are you okay?" She asked, obviously worried.

He blinked a few times before giving her a weak smile, "At least there weren't any posters above your bed."

"Yeah, I took those down when you guys showed up at Horace Mantis. It seemed sort of disrespectful." She paused for a moment before adding, "Just so you know, I'll probably take most of that down as soon as you leave. That was pretty horrifying."

He reached out and patted her shoulder, "It's fine, Mace. That was just even more JONAS than I'd imagined."

Shrugging, she joked, "You can never have too much JONAS. How about we go to the kitchen now and pretend that never happened?"

"It's a deal. You can tell me about your evening."

He followed her into the kitchen and sat down at the counter as she opened the refrigerator door. She peaked inside and asked, "Do you want a Diet Coke?"

"Sure."

As she pulled out two cans, she plopped down on the stool next to him. "It was great actually! Josh was really helpful. He told me all about the Stanford program and gave me some insight into the collegiate system." She opened her can and took a sip before continuing. "And he made some really good points in favor of golf that I hadn't considered. Like the fact that there is a great established professional circuit for women, and golfers have so much control over their lives. A golfer can live anywhere. I wouldn't have to worry about waking up and finding I've been traded someplace weird like Sacramento."

'We've played Sacramento," Nick said, taking a sip of his own soda. "It's not that bad."

Macy smiled at him. "And Josh told me he'd talk to the woman's coach about me. Isn't that sweet?"

Nick wanted to gag. Apparently the guy hadn't wasted any time in moving in on Macy. The only trick he seemed to be missing was asking her for help or advice on his game.

"And he said he's been having some trouble getting out of sand traps recently, so I'm going to meet him tomorrow to see if I can give him any pointers."

Bingo!

"I thought you said you wouldn't date a college guy," Nick accused, vaguely aware that he was probably overreacting.

Macy wrinkled her nose in confusion, "It's not a date."

"Of course it's a date. He asked you to do something tomorrow, didn't he? No guy asks a girl he just met to do something unless it's a date!"

"Nick, Josh does not want to date me."

"Macy, stop being so naïve. You're pretty and smart and talented. What guy wouldn't want to date you?" Nick said, his voice getting louder with each sentence. He could feel his anger and frustration building.

"How about a guy who was holding hands with his blonde, beautiful volleyball playing college girlfriend throughout the entire dinner conversation?"

"Oh." He felt like an idiot. He had been practically yelling at her, and now she looked totally confused and maybe just a little bit mad. They sat in awkward silence, Nick mentally kicking himself for letting his jealousy get the better of him.

"You know," she said hesitantly, "it almost seemed like you were jealous of Josh or something. Which is absurd because of course you're not jealous. I mean, you're Nick of JONAS and I'm just Macy. Why on earth would you be jealous? But if you were someone else…"

He thought about laughing it off with her since she seemed so willing to give him a way out, but that would just add to the already absurd level of clichéness surrounding their current situation. Instead, he decided to be honest with her.

"Of course I was jealous, Mace," he sighed. "Even a rock start can be jealous."

He heard her give a small gasp before asking, "But why?"

His eyes opened wide with shock. How did she still not get it? "Because I hated the idea of you golfing with any other guy." She raised an eyebrow at this, so he tried again. "Because I really like you."

"You do?"

"I do," he said sincerely.

"Like, like me or just like me?" She asked with uncertainty.

He decided that the only way this painful conversation was going to end was if he spelled it out directly. "I like, like you. As in I would like very much to take you on a real date."

"Nick of JONAS wants to date me," she said slowly, as if she was still trying to process the information.

He gave her one of his rare smiles, "Nick of JONAS would like very much to date you."

"Wow," she whispered as he leaned towards her. Just as he was about to kiss her, she pulled away from him.

"I would love to date you, Nick, but one thing; I need you to be okay with me golfing with other guys."

"What?"

"Because sports are very important to me, and if I want to really improve, I need to play against the best competitors out there. And sometimes that may be a guy. And you need to trust me and be okay with that."

He had never liked her more than he did at that moment. Most girls would have given into the moment and worried about the issue later, but Macy was calling him on it. Because of course, he would be an idiot and a jerk to try and keep her from playing with anyone she wanted.

"I can live with that," he said a little breathlessly.

"You sure? You're not going to freak out on me?"

He shook his head. "Can I go ahead and kiss you now?"

She answered by leaning in and brushing her lips against his. The butterflies came back in full force as he placed one hand into her hair and deepened the kiss, all thoughts of jealousy and golf disappearing.