I didn't sleep well last night. I was too scared to close my eyes, in case Nick decided to really hit me and get blamed for something he really did. I feel bad for letting him do it though, I should have told the truth. They just continued to make fun of Nick, and I felt terrible for it.

"It's Macy, quick protect her from Nick!" Kevin says pointing to me as I walk through from the porch. I'm shielded by Joe in a rubbish attempt to save me from Nick. "For the last time, it was an accident!" Nick hisses taking a mouthful of his cereal.

"Guys, be nice. He didn't mean it" Stella smiles. Thank you Stella. "Yeah...it was my fault too. I mean, I did walk into the door" I laugh nervously. I don't want to blame Nick...

"Hm, well it's still Nick's fault" Kevin says scowling at Nick playfully. Nick only responds by rolling his eyes. "Well" Stella says clapping her hands together, "I have got to go and design some clothes for these guys!"

"And I got to go paint my car!" Kevin says grinning, "See ya later" he smiles tapping Nick on the forehead before leaving. "And I got too ruin his hard work" Joe smiles evilly. Everyone just looks at him in a mixture of worry and confusion.

"What? I got nothing to do today..." Joe shrugs following Kevin out the door.

"Oh, Macy. Sam says he can't go out with you today but he'll make it up to you later" Stella smiles walking out of the room and up the stairs.

A small part of me is relieved that he can't come today; another part wants him here just so I can hug him and tell him my eye is ok. Yeah...I have problems.

"Stella did you're make up very well. Can hardly tell it's there" Nick smiles picking up his bowl and putting it into the sink. I watch him do so.

"Why did you say it was you?" I ask. Finally, after tossing and turning all night I can find out why he took the heat for me. "Because I panicked" he shrugs sitting down on the sofa. He panicked!

"Why did you panic?" I ask trying to sound casual. "I don't know. Why won't you tell me how you got it?" he asks just as casual. "I did! Who do you think you are? I got a black eye and all of a sudden you think you know me?" I cry, not at all concerned about anyone who maybe listening.

"I didn't say that" he growls looking at the TV again. "You don't know me Nick. Don't think you do" I shrug crossing my arms over my chest.

"Then let me get to know you!" he says getting up. "Fine!" I shout. "Good!" he roars back. "What do you want to know?" I ask not changing my tone of voice. "Everything" he says with the same tone.

"I got two brothers and a sister. My mum owns the store Misa's pieces. My dad left when I was just a baby and I have hated men since! My oldest brother is a jerk to me, but I live with it. My sister's a total bitch and my other brother moved away. Something I wish I had the guts to do too. When I was 13 I heard you're music and...it took my mind off my crappy life!" I can feel the tears well up in my eyes. I can't believe I'm telling him this...

"Stella's the truest friend I've got. When I met her it was good, I finally had someone to talk to. Not about my problems, they made me remember, but happy things, like fashion" I smile at the memory, "When I met you guys I realised just how addicted I was... I took up sports hoping it would make me less...weird. It didn't work" I laugh quietly. I look at him again managing to stop myself from bursting into tears in front of him. Maybe the little pride I got I can keep. "Is that what you wanted to know Nick? You happy you know that now?" I ask coldly

He doesn't say anything. He just looks at me in shock. Probably wasn't expecting that. "Oh..." he mumbles looking down at his shoes. I don't feel bad; I got nothing to feel bad for.

"That's...big" he says looking at me again. I just shrug. "Wow..." he laughs nervously. He deserves to feel awkward. "You wanted to know" I sigh looking down, the guilt slowly creeping up on me now.

For a minute nothing is said or done but all of a sudden I feel his arms around. I tense at the contact... "And I'm glad you told me" he whispers in my ear. I know this isn't the new me...but, wow... Nick of JONAS is hugging me?

I don't answer, I just hug back. We both stay this way for a couple of minutes, if it was up to me it would last forever but he lets go. "Wanna hang out or something?" he asks softly. I can't help but smile.

"Sure" I laugh. "Ok" he squeaks, coughing soon after to get his voice even again. "What do you want to do?" I grin. Nick isn't as boring as I once thought. "I don't mind. You choose" he smiles back, normal again.

"Err...bowling?" I frown. There's so much to do in L.A. "Bowling. Cool. Ok. When we going?" he grins. "Now?" I smirk a little confused by the question. "Oh! Yeah! Ok, going bowling now. Yeah that's good. Me and you, bowling, now... Ok, yeah. Should I call a cab? Yeah, I'll call a cab. Wait, Kevin has the phone. Go get the phone from Kevin". I can't help but giggle, he didn't breathe once throughout that speech. "Going to get the phone" he smiles, his cheeks turning the cutest shade of pink. "Brb" he says running out the front. I follow after.

"Hey Kev-" Nick cut off by an engine.

"Hey babe", I turn round to see Sam getting out of his car. My face drops. Why now? "Stella said you couldn't come today" I breathe.

"Yeah well the guy cancelled. So I can now" he smiles, coming over and giving me a peck on the lips. "Err...well me and Nick was going to go bowling..." I mumble a little embarrassed.

"Oh" he murmurs looking up at Nick. I look back at him too. He's just standing there, looking at Sam in total shock. I can't go back on my promise.

"Can't he come with us?" he frowns looking a little bit frustrated. Doesn't he mean...can he come with me and Nick?

"Sure. If Nick wants to..." I continue to look at Nick. He needs to come now... I don't want to go without him now. "Urm...sure" he smiles, putting his hands in his pocket. I can see the disappointment in his face and I feel horrible for it.

"Well let's go then" Sam mumbles, obviously annoyed. He walks back over to his car. I've ruined everything...

"Sorry" I whisper to Nick as he walks past me to get to the car. He just smiles, "For what? It's not your fault" he laughs walking over to it and getting into the back seat. I look back at Joe and Kevin who are just watching, totally amused by the whole situation.

This is NOT going to be good...


Ah...sorry. I'm going to fast.
Can't help it. Oh, and sorry for the little mistakes, there's always going to be one or two...
Thank you for reading.
Next chapters (hopefully) going to be interesting to write.