"People in the place, if you wanna get down, put your hands in the air!" Her speakers blared as she danced around her bedroom.

"Macy!" Bang, bang, bang. She paused her iPod, then unlocked the door.

"Yeah, mom?" Her mother stared, wide eyed. Her head tilted.

"Joseph's on his way." Her face fell. "I told you to get ready an hour ago."

"No, you didn't!" She cried, running for her closet.

"Yes, I did." She laughed. "You just couldn't hear me." Ding dong. "Oh, I guess he's here."

"Ahh!" Macy panicked, pushing through her closet. "Stupid pajamas, stupid, stupid ducky paj-!"

"Macy?" She froze. "What are you doing?" She turned her head.

"H-Hi, J-Joe." She stuttered, feeling her cheeks heat up. He smiled.

"Hey." He paused, looking her over. "I like your-" Thump. He chuckled as she tumbled to the ground before the compliment had even come out. He sauntered over, gently picking her up.

"Joseph?" A deep voice said. He turned.

"Hi, Mr. Misa." Her father cocked an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "Oh! Oh, uhm, she fainted." He said, chuckling as he placed her on her bed.

"I see." He nodded, before disappearing downstairs.

"Awkward." He mumbled, looking around the room. Surprisingly enough, there were barely any JONAS posters. He peeked back at her, smiling slightly at the peaceful look on her face. If only she was always like this.

Macy's eyes drifted open. She yawned, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She heard the click click click of her iPod and turned, nearly passing out all over again at the sight of Joe sitting at her computer desk, her iPod in his hands. She gasped slightly, it coming out as more of a squeak. He looked up. "Hi, Macy." He smiled.

"Uh, hi." She bit her lip. "I fainted, didn't I?"

"Yup." He nodded. She sighed.

"Sorry."

"Don't worry about it." He said, looking back at her iPod. She looked around the room, noticing his bags tucked away in her closet. She blushed slightly. His clothes...Oh, get a grip, Macy. She rolled her eyes at herself, leaning back against the headboard and crossing her arms, flipping her right leg over her left, staring at the wall in annoyance. It's not like I'm trying to be an obsessive idiot. It just happens. She frowned, glancing at him. He was intently scrolling through her music, his eyebrows closer then usual. Her heart fluttered. But can you blame me? She looked away, blushing again.

"Welcome to the planet, welcome to existence. Everyone's here, everyone's here.." She smiled at the song he chose.

"I didn't know you liked Switchfoot."

"You never asked." She shrugged. He laughed. I made a JONAS laugh? Go Macy! She bit her lip, hiding back a wide smile.

"I dare you to move, I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor.." She smiled, closing her eyes and listening as he sang along.

"I dare you move, I dare you to move like today never happened. Today never happened before." She cracked an eye open, glancing at him. He was staring at her. She flipped onto her side, looking away from him, blushing. He chuckled before continuing with the song.

"Macy, Joseph, dinner!" Her mother called.

"Dinner?" Macy gasped. "How long was I out?"

"A while." He nodded, pausing the song and standing. "M'lady." He held out his hand. She stared for a moment, again chewing on her lip, before placing her hand in his. He offered a smile as he pulled her up, then lead her out of the room. He didn't let go of her hand, though. Breathe, Macy, breathe.

"Where's daddy?" Macy asked, confused.

"Getting the mattress from the attic." Her mother answered as they stood by the table. She smiled at the sight of their hands. "Sit anywhere you'd like, Joseph." Joe looked at Macy. She smiled, taking her regular seat, surprised that he sat beside her a moment after. Her dad came down a few minutes later, signaling the start of dinner.

Macy walked out of the bathroom, ruffling her wet hair with a pink towel. She walked in her room and froze. Joe was standing on "his" mattress, and was pulling on a different shirt. Her mouth fell open and she suddenly felt light headed. She closed her mouth as he turned to her, raising an eyebrow. She shook her head, shuffling past him and sitting on her bed, eyes glued to the floor. "Macy?"

"A-Are you gonna take a-a shower?" Please say no. Please say no. Please sa-

"Nah. I took one before I got here. I'll just take one tomorrow morning." Thank God. He shrugged, sitting cross legged on his bed. "Now what?"

"Now what?" She repeated, confused.

"I'm not tired." He stated.

"Oh, uh, we could watch a movie. I guess."

"What movie?" She waved her hand in the direction of her TV. He looked over, spotting the DVD case.

"Your pick." He grinned, scanning the titles.

"TRANSFORMERS!" He yelled.

"Shh! My parents are asleep." She hissed quietly. His lips pursed.

"Sorry." He said sheepishly, pushing the DVD in and turning the tv on. He lied down, facing the tv, a childish look on his face. He glanced at her. Her head tilted. Again. He patted the spot beside her, eyebrow slowly raising. She shook her head. He pouted, adorable puppy eyes coming out. She sighed, stepping over him and laying down as far away from him as she could.

The movie didn't help too much.
Joe was still wide awake at the end.
Macy, on the other hand, was fast asleep, curled in a ball next to him.
He smiled, but was unsure of what to do next...