Standing in the Rain

by greendayfreak8

Disclaimer: I do not own the Jonas Brothers (if I did, I would keep them in my closet and feed them once (maybe, if their lucky, twice) a day) or JONAS (If I did, Macy and Joe would've kissed by now). I do, however own the plot.

So sorry for the long wait. Here's an extra long chapter, just for you!

Macy's POV:

I felt wonderful. We'd won the soccer game and I scored one of the final goals which led us to championship. Finally we'd beaten those smelly-socks from Cornwall in the weekend.

Now it was Thursday; my favourite day. I only had two lessons, English and math. After that I had tennis practise. And later on after dinner I had basket practise.

My day went quickly and uneventful. Except for the time I almost hit Nick with my baseball bat. I know I shouldn't carry any sports equipment when near a Lucas brother, but it was an accident!

After dinner I went back to the school area. I went to the locker room, and started undressing. I knew I was early but for some reason nobody else where there.

Wearing my basketball outfit (designed by Stella) I went to the entrance of the gym. I found on the door to the gym a note saying: BASKETBALL PRACTISE CANCELLED!

"Typical" I mumbled.

I went back to the locker room and digging in my bag. I had the key to the gym. The principle had given it to me because I was the most active athlete on the school, and he wanted me to have access to the gym so I could practise anytime I wanted.

I found the key and went back to the gym and unlocked the door.

I might just as well practise my long shot anyway. I found the best basketball in the bag and put on my favourite CD (well not my favourite cause it wasn't a JONAS CD, but my second favourite anyway). I jumped around for a bit trying to hit the basket, but I couldn't take it seriously so I started fooling around with the ball instead; throwing it high in the air, or against the walls.

Accidently I threw it into the bench area. I had to climb up the benches. But suddenly my favourite song on the CD started playing and I danced up and down on the benches. When the song got to the quiet piano part in the middle I reached down and grabbed the ball. When I rose back up I could feel somebody standing behind me. I slowly turned around and just when I saw the person behind me in the eye, the music rose and the drums and the guitar started playing intensely. My heartbeat picked up. And I recognised the person in front of me.

"Hey," I whispered.

"Hey," he answered after a couple of minutes.

"Wha... What are you doing here?"

"I... I was... I was looking for... Nick. Yeah Nick. Have you, umm, seen him?"

"I'm sorry, no." I shook my head.

"Oh that's...That's just fine." He kept looking at me in a strange intense but still confused way.

"Weren't you looking for him?"

"Right... I need him to... to... to... to fix my locker. He's good at lockers."

"Oh right. I've seen him do his 'Piano disappears in his locker' trick." I tried smiling up to him but he didn't change his expression. He was standing so close if he'd taken a really deep breath his chest would touch mine.

Joe's POV:

I damned the fact that I brought up Nick. I mean, what if she prefers him over me?

What should I do then? Just pretend everything was alright. Just make my crush disappear? No, there were no way this was just gonna pass by without tearing me to pieces.

She was still looking at me waiting for a response. My mind was empty. So I did the only thing I could. The thing my nature told me to do. And for once it wasn't telling me to run away.

I quickly moved forward. Taking away the last inches of space between us. I lowered down and gently put my lips to hers. She smelled sweet and tasted even better. But I could only enjoy it for so long because less than a second later she pushed away and ran to the exit.

I stood alone. Like a child left behind. At first I didn't dare to move. Then I sat down on the bench and placed my head in my hands.

I felt like shit. Why didn't I run away? I had the chance.

Finally I got up. I turned off the lights in the gym and closed the door behind me.

When I turned around in the hall Stella stood before me.

"Joe... I saw." She said in a low voice.

"What did you see?" I knew it was pointless but I tried to pretend I didn't know what she was talking about.

"Cut the crap." She simply said. "So why did she storm away? Are you really that bad a kisser?"

"I don't know." I shook my head, and then added. "I'm not a bad kisser!"

"How do you know?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Well maybe my exgirlfriends told me?" I said in an overconfident voice.

She laughed and punched me in the shoulder.

"Wanna get some ice cream?" I asked.

"Sure if you pay, rock star!" She smiled and took my arm.

We went to the ice cream store and ordered the biggest ice cream they had. I paid.

I knew she was going to ask me about Macy. And I was going to ask her a bit of a favour too.

"So, when did you get your enormous crush on Macy?" I flinched over the enormous part.

"That makes no difference. It just happened." I shrugged.

"How does it feel?"

"Like somebody took my guitar and smashed it right into my stomach." I took a big bite of the ice.

"Well what are you gonna do about it?" she looked me deep in the eyes. "Joe you have to do something."

I leaned forward and smacked my head against the table. The couple at the table beside us gave me a worried look.

"Don't worry. I'm the kind of psycho who only harms himself." Stella giggled and smiled at the couple.

They gathered their stuff and moved to a table further away.

Stella and I burst into laughter. When we finally caught our breaths again my face turned serious.

"Damn. I have no idea how to deal with stuff like this. I mean, I'm supposed to be the funny one. Nick is the hurting artist who gets his heart ripped out."

"Wow, wow, wow. Easy now. You don't know why Macy left. Before you 'rip your heart out' you might first try and find out why she left." Stella patted my hand.

"You know I would... If I didn't, by doing that, robbed you from a brilliant chance of being a wonderful friend, and do it for me?" I peaked up at her, biting my lip.

"Jo-oe! What the hell do you take me for?"

I took a chance: "My best friend..." That made her look a bit guilty, but I could see she wasn't going to let me of that easy this time.

"Joe. You've gotta do this yourself. Especially if you really want her to like you!"

I nodded and took the last bit of the ice cream.

We left the ice cream store arms wrapped around each other. I gave Stella a ride home. As she climbed out of the car, she flashed her most encouraging smile.