Stella's House

Stella

The phone rings, and I jump. I was thinking so much about where Macy could be. My bed is completely messed up from trying to find a comfortable position to lay and think, with pillows scattered on the floor and my blanket up-side down. I jump up and scramble downstairs, falling over my feet to get to the phone.

"Hello?" I say, out of breath.

"Hello, Stella?" I hear the voice of the officer I saw yesterday. Did they find her?

"Yes, Officer Porter?"

"We have something we found in the Misa house that may help us. Come down and we'll talk about it." I sigh. I guess not.

"Okay, so are the Misas there? And the Lucases?"

"Yes, I'm at the Misa house. The Lucases just got here."

"Okay, I'll be there soon." I hang up and make a dash for the door, still in my pink and orange pajamas.

The Misa House

"Okay, what do you have?" I say after I unlock the door. That spare key to the house Macy gave me was starting to come in handy. In the living room, Officer Porter nods at me in hello. He looks behind him and picks a piece of paper up off the coffee table.

"What's that?" I ask quietly. He holds it up. Just a paper. A copy of some JONAS tickets. Macy has gazillions of those neatly stacked in a box in her closet.

"These were in Macy's printer when we checked this morning. This might be useful." Mr. Misa says.

"How will they help?" I ask, putting my hands on my hips in annoyance. Hopefully I wasn't wasting my time here. This didn't sound very convincing.

"The date is for the eighteenth, the night she went missing. And it's for their latest tour. And she apparently makes copies of her tickets before leaving for the concerts?" Officer Porter says. I lean toward the page more. Sure enough, the newest JONAS logo is printed at the top. And the time the page was copied, in the bottom left corner, says 6:15 PM. Thirty minutes before the concert.

"Yeah, she does copy her tickets. She's never missed one. But, did she… go without me? She couldn't have! She never goes without me." I whisper. I know this is irrelevant to the situation, but it worries me.

"We saw her walk out of the house that night. We thought she was heading to your house and then you two were going to the concert." Mr. Misa says.

"I called her at the beginning of the concert, and she said she was fine. But when we called her to see if the concert was almost over, she never answered." Mrs. Misa adds, sniffling.

"I was thinking we sit down with the security guard from the concert that night and ask them for tapes of the parking lot and backstage, just in case. Maybe there was some commotion with her during the concert." Officer Porter says quietly.

"Wait, wait, wait. You seriously think she got kidnapped at a JONAS concert? With all of the security and officers and fancy alarms? Plus all of the other people there. Isn't that kind of… I don't know, impossible?" I snap. I, for one, know that JONAS concerts are very heavily guarded. There are so many other things that could have happened. Maybe she was walking to her car after the concert and-

I start to cry. She was at her favorite place. And she never got to say to goodbye to anyone.

Stella, she's not dead. I sniffle and wipe my tears. She isn't dead. She's not.

"Stranger things have happened. Anything is possible." Mr. Lucas whispers, and Mrs. Lucas nods and puts her head on his shoulder.

Stranger things have happened.

I guess so.

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The Tour Bus

Joe

Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no. I am in such a bad situation. I'm in the JONAS tour bus, heading in the wrong direction. We're supposed to be going to Texas, but the radio stations tell me otherwise. I don't even remember where we are now; I just know that we aren't heading toward Texas any time soon. I'm also being controlled by some chick with a gun and some beefy bodyguards, and to add to that, Macy is trapped here, thinking Kevin, Nick and I did this. Even though this is all on Nick. And I don't know what's going to happen to her. I pretty much despise my younger brother right now, but I'm even angrier at the she-devil who tricked him while he was gullible.

A horrible headache throbs at my skull again. I hold my head in my hands, hoping this will all be over soon.

Speak of the devil, Fiona Sky walks into my room, her three threatening body guards close behind. I hate them, too. One of them almost 'accidentally' slipped on the trigger of their gun, and almost gave me a bullet in my foot yesterday.

"Hey, Joey." She says, stepping up to me as I sit on the bed. She leans down to meet my eyes.

"My name is Joe." I growl, avoiding her eyes.

"Don't be that way, baby." She coos, bringing her face closer to mine. I turn my head, and she stops. Her hand slaps against my cheek, and her piercing nails drive me to move my face back.

"Kiss me." She whispers seductively. I can see how nick would want this, in some ways more than others. She is pretty attractive…

I shake my head, breaking the gaze.

"No." I say sternly.

"Yes." She whispers, clawing at my face with those death nails again. I grab her wrists and pull them away from my face.

"Ow, let me go!" she whines, and I almost do until I remember where I am.

"No." I repeat. "Take your bodyguards and get off this bus!" I shout.

"You're so rude to guests. You invited me." She smirks.

"Nick did." I sneer his name.

"Seriously, let go jerkface." Fiona spits. When I don't let go, her bodyguards take a cautionary step toward me. Their scowls threaten me silently.

"I got this, guys." She smirks again. One of her hands wriggles out of my slackening grip. It reaches into her back pocket, and something cold and hard hits the side of my head within seconds. Her gun. I swallow and take a deep breath to calm myself, then let go of her other wrist.

"Good. Now, let's try this again. Kiss me." She says, tapping my head with the gun.

I can't help but fear for my life as I give her what she wants.

A/N: Okay, so this explained a little. And in this story, Macy and Fiona were in really bad fights after the whole Joe/Fiona thing. That's why she's after Macy. Some chapter near the end will explain what happened between her and Macy. Oh, and her and Nick.

Your Dreamer,

Mo