Nick POV

I throw my guitar case over my shoulder, walking out of the music. It's my turn to interview Macy. I have no idea what so ever I'm going to ask her yet. Let's just hope I make them worthwhile.

"Hey" I grin, coming to sit down next to Joe and Kevin once in the lunch hall. "Hi" Joe says turning to look at Kevin again, he turns back round soon as. "Wait, oh my god, you're smiling. What happened? She knows? O-", "No" I snap cutting him off, well that's put me down a little, "I'm going to interview Macy" I smirk watching as they both look at each other confused.

"Why?" Kevin laughs sitting forward on his chair. "I want to know more about her. Is that wrong?" I ask putting my guitar case on the floor. "No...It's just...different of you man" Joe shrugs picking up his sandwich.

"Have fun" Kevin says stealing Joe's sandwich and taking a bite. "Thanks" I smirk watching Joe as he growls at Kevin. "Hello guys". I look up at Stella, whose companion just happens to be Macy.

"What's the craziest thing you've ever done?" I grin watching her. "Eating my own mud pie" she says mimicking my facial expression. She's fast.

"Favourite band beside JONAS?" I ask trying to catch her out. It doesn't work. "Paramore" she grins sitting back. "You like us...and Paramore? We're nothing a like" I laugh sitting back too.

"Yeah, but Paramore's nothing like The Saturdays either. I don't have a favourite genre Nick. I like all sorts". Wow, you learn something new everyday... I cannot imagine Macy dancing to Paramore.

"If you could only do one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?" Gruesome, I know, but I want to know. That doesn't make me a bad guy right?

"Listen to music" she smiles, her facial expression giving subtle hints of a child. I smile.

The perfect answer.

"What is the meaning of your name? I mean, there's two meanings. Is your name English or French?" I ask not taking my eyes off of her. "It's English. My granddad's English. The name means enduring" she shrugs sitting forward again.

Another perfect answer.

"If oranges weren't orange what would they be called?". I look at Joe, a little amused, its quiet a smart question. "I'm not psychic Joe" she grins looking at him. "If lemons weren't yellow what would they be called?" Kevin yells holding up a lemon.

"Where did you even get that?" I frown, asking the obvious. "I take lemons to school... I like lemons. What's wrong with lemons?" he says defensively throwing his lemon away.

Well that was a waste of a question.

"Well, well Snickers" I groan at the name. Kevin knows I hate being called that, especially in front of a girl I like. "You done now?" he smirks. "Don't call me that" I growl glaring at him. "Yeah, he prefers Niko" Joe laughs giving me a sly wink. I motion cutting my throat. He shuts up quickly

I hear Macy laugh. I feel knots form in my stomach. I turn quickly to look at her. She can't remember before I've proven to her I'm reliable.

"I got to go" she says smiling at me. I can't bring myself to speak. My hearts stuck in my throat. "Bye guys" she says getting up and walking away. I don't look away from where she was sitting.

"My bad..." I hear Joe mumble from behind me.

Please, Lord. If you're up there, kill him! Then me...


Too quick?