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Disclaimer: Sadly, JONAS is not mine. I'd be worried if it was.
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The sounds of a loud smack hung eerily in the air, until it was repeatedly echoed as my fist came in contact with the punching bag's material.
"Name?"
I halted my actions, with a scoff, to face my offender. "I'm using my name this time! You can't seriously think that I'll forget my own name?"
The corners of his eyelids creased, as his face contorted into an unbending glare. "Name."
I huffed, and returned to taking my aggressions out on a hanging piece of material. "Macy. Misa." I stated, punching the object between the words.
"Favorite band?" His voice turned into a soft laugh, as he read over all the things necessary in completing my cover story.
I grimed the bag before kicking it fiercely, "JONAS."
A howl of laughter erupted from his lips, and an easy smile softly spread across my face. "Black made me listen to hours and hours of that crap. I had to memorize every stupid song on every stupid CD they've ever made. Then he got Stacey to lend me like ten of her brain killers, so I could learn every little thing about them. I'm talking down to underwear size. " I frowned, recalling the torture.
"Brain killers?" He teased.
"Uh huh. Those magazines should be shoved off the ends of the Earth." I grumbled in annoyance.
"And if there was an end to the Earth, I'm sure you'd be the one doing it." His electrifyingly blue eyes twinkled, "I just find it hilarious that Black said this time you get to be yourself, and then orders you to make your most hated band, your favorite."
"He's got a lot of balls, I'll tell you that." I hissed.
"Okay, but moving on. Best friend?" His deep voice listed.
"If I play my cards right, it will be Stella Malone. She's close to the band members, which is perfect for this case. Now can please skip the minor stuff Danny? I've got it. Trust me." I removed my body from the heavy bag.
Blue met brown, and I subtly tilted my head to the right whilst jutting my lower lip out. The fire in his eyes evaporated, as it met the adorable puppy dog pout of Macy Misa. "Objective?" He sighed continuing, and I smile broadly as he asked a more serious question.
"A dangerous threat has been made against the band, and I, because I'm just so lucky, have to baby-sit the teenyboppers."
His body leaned casually against the wall, "What's your in?"
"I'm an over-obsessive fan girl, who plays every sport known to man, and is ranked number four out of the entire state when it comes to brains. Gosh, you can just gag me now." I spat, moving to throw another punch, only to find someone holding my fist.
"Mace, stop. You've been at this for three hours. I know that when a lot's going on you like to overwork yourself, but come on. Just give it a rest." Danny spoke sternly.
I challenged his gaze, "Daniel, remove your hand from mine, or I will personally saw it off for you."
His left eyebrow rose, as if threatening me to do so, and I sighed in response. "Fine! I will stop, if you would only get your hands off me!" I struggled within his strong grip.
"Look at you guys! Just friends my buttocks." A new voice entered the room.
My eyes widened as I observed how our bodies were pushed up against each other closely, due to Danny's firm grasp on my hand, and the way the challenging spark in our eyes could easily be mistaken for passion.
"Stacey…? No! I-It's not what it looks like!" Danny's distraught expression almost summoned a loud fit of laughter from me, as the girl of his dreams smiled forcedly at the thought of us being a couple.
I smirked slightly, "Oh don't deny it anymore, Danny! I'm tired of you just about attacking me, every time we can find a closet." I threw a wink at Stacey, who laughed uncertainly. Danny shifted his body so that his back was facing her.
"What are you doing?" Danny angrily questioned through clenched teeth.
"I'm helping you! Just go along with it." I whispered. "Trust me, I'm a girl."
"Barely." He mumbled.
Gasping, I slapped his arm. "You pig! You know what? I don't feel like helping you so much anymore!" I huffed.
Stacey's voice rang throughout the room again, "Wow. You guys are already having little fights like a married couple. Congratulations. I'm so happy for you." She said, and seemed to be trying to convince herself. "But anyway, Black wants to see you two in his office. Like, now."
I nodded, grabbing Danny's hand and heading toward the old rusty contraption claimed to be an elevator. As we stepped inside, I leaned on his shoulder and smiled sweetly at Stacey. "Are you coming?"
She shuffled between her feet, "Um, I'll just hang here for a while."
"Okay!" Then the doors squeaked, before jerking shut, and I shoved Danny off of me.
"What was that? Are you freaking crazy? I have half a mind to kill you! I don't know if you've listened to me over the past few months, but I love her! Now, you've gone and screwed everything up." He spouted.
"Oh come on! It was so obvious that she was jealous. In a few days you can make your move, and she will fall right into your arms." I rolled my eyes.
"This Johnny thing has really made you bitter." His voice grunted.
I froze.
My eyes closed painfully, and forgotten emotions enveloped me.
Danny's eyes grew large, as he finally comprehended what had spilled from his mouth. "Mace…I didn't…" His voice trailed off.
I nodded slowly.
Just then the doors thankfully opened, and we stepped out onto the concrete floor, heading in the direction of Detective Carter Black's office. The stained cream walls and wooden frames of the building that surrounded us, screamed rundown. I wondered why a top rate police division like ours deserved a place like this.
"Eh, it's probably because it raises a lot less questions from the police department. We both know our work is so undercover this place barely exists." Danny stated.
"Huh?" I glanced at him confusedly, not realizing I'd voiced my question aloud.
He grinned, "Never mind." I shrugged, stopping in front of Black's door and reaching for the handle.
"Wait." I stopped and faced my only real friend on base. "I'm really sorry. It just slipped. I wasn't even thinking." He rambled.
I nodded, pushing back the tears in my eyes, "Don't worry. I'd like to think you'd be happy about what happened with him. Now you get the spot of number one best friend."
Danny smiled, and I once again moved to open the door, successfully doing so this time.
"What? No knock?" Detective Carter Black asked as we sat down.
"I'll knock if you give me a real case." I spoke smiling and cocking my head sideways in a mock good-girl look.
He smiled slightly, "This is a real case, Misa. I thought you'd be happy to live like a normal teenager for a while."
"You thought wrong." I crossed my arms. "I don't know how you could even mildly assume I'd enjoy babysitting a bunch of pop stars. Send Danny, I'm sure he'll enjoy it."
He ignored my anger, and turned to Danny, "So…all the equipment ready?"
Danny nodded, "Yeah. And so is she. Slightly 503, but she'll be fine." A grin now graced his features.
"503! Are you kidding? You are such a jerk!" I practically shook in anger at the reference. 503 was a number used to describe agents flying off their rocker, and often led to them being locked up in a mental hospital.
"Macy. Get dressed. Its 8:25 and you're already late." Black sharply pulled back onto the right subject.
"I'm going today?" My brows furrowed.
"Ben's waiting." He announced, talking of the agent who was to pose as my father and take me to the school everyday. "Now go."
I darted out of the room, and hurriedly threw on the uniform handed to me as I exited the small office. Once I was in the car, Ben gunned it to Horace Mantis Academy.
A little while into the ride, I leaned against the fast-moving car's window and casually glancing into the rearview mirror, I noticed a black car driving behind us. "That's odd." I spoke barely above a whisper.
I watched for a few minutes, as the car kept a perfect distance and speed, turning every time we did only slightly behind.
Crap. "Ben, I think we're being followed."
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