Hey guys! I feel sooo awful that I haven't updated in so long. Life's just been really crazy.
And OMGG! Did you guys hear, the show got canceled? I'm. Freaking. Out. I seriously had like a mental break down when I heard. I was, no joke, full on bawling. It's super depressing! And now we'll never get to see Nick and Macy kiss :'(
Hahh, well on a lighter note, I hope you like this chapter. I only have a few more coming. So yeah... Enjoy! And please leave me a review. They always make my day.
"Macy?" I spun around and there he was, looking just as angelic and serene as ever. For a few moments, I stood stuck in my spot staring in disbelief. There he was, standing right in front of me, like all those old times. I just wish this really had been like all those old times, where he was mine. And just mine.
"Nick…" I said softly under my breath. There was a mix of emotions playing on his face: shock, anger, delight, longing. I couldn't tell which it really was. I had no idea what to do next, but after a brief moment he walked up and wrapped me in his arms.
"It's been so long. How have you been?" He asked. I was growing mesmerized by how perfectly my head fit into the crook of his neck, and how captivating the scent of his cologne was, though it was a very different scent than that which I remembered from highschool, that I had almost completely forgotten he had been talking to me. I ducked my head as a blush appeared on my cheeks, so hoping he hadn't noticed my behavior. "Pretty good." I lied. "And how about yourself?" Nick slowly broke away from his previous embrace, but still kept an arm draped playfully over my shoulder. "I've been great, really great. So Mace, don't take this the wrong way, but what exactly are you doing here?" My eyes widened. Had Stella not told him that I was coming? I gulped. "Umm, well I actually-"
As I was in the middle of speaking, a high pitched voice interrupted. "Nicky!" Nick quickly dropped his arm and spun around. "Hey darling!" He said nervously as he walked over to the short blonde haired girl standing at the foot of the stairs and placed a quick kiss on her lips. My heart broke a little at the sight. The girl pulled back from their little public display of affection and gave me the once over. "Whose this?" She asked scoffing. Nick took a deep breath and gave her an all too fake looking smile. "Amber, this Macy. Macy, Amber." "Hi. It's nice to meet you." I said and stuck my hand out for her to shake. She just simply glanced at it and turned back to Nick. "Or not." I muttered under my breath. "And how exactly do you two know each other?" She asked with raised eyebrows. "Well, Macy was our friend back when we lived in New Jersey." A sinking feeling entered my stomach as the word was escaped Nick's mouth. Amber shot me a glare when Nick looked away. I stared down at the ground to avoid her disapproving gaze. "So what's she doing here?" She spat out. Nick hesitated before answering. "Well she-" He stopped and gave me a questioning look. Stella, being the lifesaver that she always was, quickly spoke up. "Well, I just really wanted to catch up with Macy so I thought that the wedding would be the perfect opportunity." As I took in Nick's shocked and almost furious expression, I shook my head lightly.
The one piece of information I was dreading coming out finally had. I was almost glad, it felt as if a slight weight had been lifted from my shoulders, but judging by Nick's reaction I was assuming this was just going to make it even harder to win him back. "Can I talk to you guys in the kitchen?" He asked. I guess I was mistaken by his words because as I made my way towards the kitchen, he quickly snapped, "Not you." I winced at the cold edge in his voice as Stella sent me an apologetic look and walked off with Joe and Kevin following behind. And as for Amber, she just simply looked at me, rolled her eyes, and left to go do whatever it was the she was doing before I came along.
As I sat on the steps of the stairs, my mind couldn't help but wonder what words were being said in the kitchen, so, against my better judgment, I tiptoed and pressed my ear against the wall. Nick was yelling something. "Why on earth would you guys invite Macy, my ex-girlfriend, to my wedding?" He spat and Stella, after several moments, spoke up. "Exactly. It's your wedding. You don't think Macy, one of our best friends, deserves to come?" She paused. "Besides I could tell you two were glad to see each other." Nick said nothing. "Why wouldn't you guys at least tell me?" He later snapped, and Joe just scoffed in return, "Because you would've never gone along with it." Nick spoke with an almost cruel tone in his voice. "Yeah, and then I could've been happily walking down the aisle without my ex-girlfriend sitting in the audience!"
There was a silence on the other side of the door, but I suddenly heard footsteps coming closer. I quickly returned to my spot on the steps of the stairs just seconds before the door swung open. Stella sent me a fake smile and laughed nervously. "So Mace, I'm gonna give you a tour of L.A. Let's go." I laughed. "Stells, I've already been-" She grabbed my arm and pulled me off before I could finish.
"Sorry," She apologized as we climbed into Stella's small Honda camry. "I think its better that we just give Nick his space for a while. He wasn't too happy about this whole scenario." I looked down. "Yeah, I know. I heard the conversation." Stella sent me a sympathetic look. "Honey, Nick was just upset. He didn't mean those things." She shook her head and let out a giggle. "I could tell he was actually somewhat relieved to see you. Did you know he was an emotional wreck when we first went on that tour back in the day? You were all he ever talked about." She laughed at the memory. "Everyone got really tired of you being our only topic of conversation. I don't think he ever really got over you. If you ask me, I think he only started dating Amber because he thought she could help him get over you, and then eventually he led himself to believe that he really did love her." She explained before letting out a sigh. "And now here we are." She shook her head lightly. "I just wish he had some sense of how awful she is. Mace, you should see the way she treats him, and he does nothing about it. She just pushes him around and he lets her. It's so sad to watch." I glanced at Stella who was staring intently at the road in front of her. "Believe me, I can already tell. She didn't exactly give me the warmest welcome." I scoffed, remembering that lovely moment, but then sighed at my next thought. "Stell, how am I going to make Nick fall in love with me?" Stella turned towards me, which was not necessarily smart since she was driving a car, and gave me a sweet smile. "I don't think he ever completely fell out of love with you." I stared out the window of the car watching the falling raindrops streak the glass. If only that were true.
After spending the afternoon with Stella, we finally arrived back at the house. Stella walked into the guest house with me. "Macy, the Lucases and I are all going out to a formal dinner tonight, and they wanted to know if you wanted to come?" She asked setting her stuff down. "It would be the perfect time to wear that dress you bought today." I sighed and looked up at her. "I'm not sure if that's a very good idea, Stell. I mean, Nick is already not too thrilled that I'm taking part in any this. I think it might be too soon." Stella giggled, "Oh come on, Mace. It will be fine." "Right." I answered and laughed nervously. "I'm probably just worrying too much." I looked out the window at the view of sparkling Los Angeles, an uneasy feeling was approaching in my stomach. Tonight was not going to go over well.
After Stella had left, I started getting ready for tonight. I mean I knew I still had two hours, but you can never be too early, right? As my hair slipped out of the curling iron, a small curl bounced down to my shoulders. I examined my freshly curled hair in the mirror, tucking every piece perfectly into place. "Done... Finally." I mumbled, even though I knew I was the only person occupying the room. I walked back into the bedroom and slipped on my black minidress and pumps, grabbed my clutch and trench coat, and scurried out the door. [I pictured her wearing the black wrap dress that Aimee Teegarden wore to the 2010 Power of Youth. Sorry it wouldn't let me post a link, but you can look it up on google. It's super cute!].
As my ride pulled up to Rosa's Italiana, I thanked the driver and headed inside. I peered into the dimly lit restaurant searching for the gang, but only spotted Nick sitting all alone at a table in the back. I was debating whether to go sit by him or just wait for the rest of the party to show up. I mean, I didn't want to make things worse than they already were. But I figured I might as well, since that was pretty much impossible (Oh how I was wrong).
I mustered up my courage and strutted over to the table. "Nick?" It came out as more of question than I had intended. "Oh hey Macy." He said, gaping slightly as I strolled up. I tried to hide the smile that was playing on my lips. He just stared at me for several moments before stuttering out, "Why don't you take a seat?" He hesitantly pulled out the chair beside his, so I thanked him and sat down.
"So where exactly is everybody?" I asked, a slightly awkwardness buzzing in the air. Then it dawned on me, they had most likely all planned this, forcing Nick and I to spend the time waiting for them alone together. I was going to kill Stella for this later. "Probably just running a few minutes late." He laughed nervously.
"So…Mace," Nick said trying to strike up a conversation. "You're still going to Princeton, right?" I nodded. "Wow, that's amazing. Journalism, wasn't it?" Somehow Nick had done it again, made me feel perfectly at ease in the tensest of times. And with that a mile long conversation began to flow. "Yeah, I guess all those years of running the site actually paid off." Nick chuckled. "Yeah, back when you were 'Macy Misa: Jonas #1 fan'." He shook his head, chuckling lightly. "You know I still remember the first time I met you." He started laughing before he could finish he could continue. "Oh no. Please no." I begged, not wanting to relive my humiliating past. "You were in the middle of your volley ball game, turned your head to see what all the screaming was for, and got a ball right to the head. Knocked out cold." I shook my head. "Bet it was real fun once you really got to know me, I mean getting followed around by some obsessive fan with a black eye who was constantly beating you guys up with sports equipment. Sounds like a winner." I mumbled sarcastically and smirked. "I always thought it was cute." Nick blurted out. A panicked look quickly crossed his face. "I-I uhh... I mean-" He stumbled over his words, trying to cover up the humiliation I could sense he was feeling. "Don't worry, I get it, you mean back when we were-" I stopped not sure how to finish. "Dating?" He asked softly. I just nodded.
"Nick," I said softly, not wanting to ask the one question I knew I had to ask. "Yeah?" He questioned in return, I could hear the caution in his voice. "What happened to us?" He said nothing, so I continued, only to fill the silence that was stretching on. "We were so close and then-" He pursed his lips as looked up from his hands to stare into my eyes. "What can I say? I guess we all just went on with our lives. " I turned my head so he couldn't see the tears which were begging to come out.
So Stella had been wrong, he had moved on with his life…Unlike me. "Mace?" He asked when I refused to turn my head, luckily Stella and the rest of the Lucas family approached, saving me from more alone time with Nick. I shot Stella a glare, and noticing the looks I was giving her, she simply smirked back because she knew exactly why I was angry. I wiped my anger and disappointment away and put on the best fake smile that I could.
"Macy Misa?" Mrs. Lucas asked in shock. "Yep. It's me." I answered grinning as she and then Mr. Lucas both gave me hugs. "It's great to see you, sweetie. How are you doing these days?" She asked as we sat back down. I could feel Nick's eyes on me the entire time. "Great!" I tried to lie but my voice cracked at the end. Everyone at the table sent me suspicious looks. I laughed nervously and looked down at my hands, avoiding the disapproving gazes being shot my way. "So, you still involved in practically every sport known to man?" Mr. Lucas asked filling the awkward silence. I looked up and sighed, remembering the old times. "No. I'm focusing more on school these days." Mr. Lucas nodded, taking in my words. And from then on out we had a typical conversation about college and the weather, but only one topic lingered on my mind: Nick.
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