This picks up where the last chapter left off. Macy's spending the night at the firehouse…And Stella will start her meddling.

Dedication: xovickixo because of her awesome reviews. Srsly.

I do not own JONAS…however, my hair will act like Macy's in the morning…and I have an insane laugh. It sounds like a hyena crossbred with a chimp. And it has asthma. xD

Being rather sleepy, Kevin led me up the stairs, holding my hand. I don't think he was really aware of the hand holding thing, but I wasn't going to bring attention to it if it meant he'd let go. Joe and Nick were already asleep, and Kevin tossed me a shirt and pajama pants saying that I could pick which bunk I wanted while he got ready for bed. He came back after a few minutes and then I got as ready for bed as I could. I was a little grossed out that I wasn't able to brush my teeth, but oh well.

I came back to the bedroom and climbed into the middle bunk.

"Good night, Kevin," I murmured sleepily.

"Sweet dreams, Mace," he mumbled back.

***

I was vaguely aware of someone shaking my shoulder, ordering me to get up.

"Mace, come on. We have an hour to get to school, and you still need to go home and get your stuff," said Kevin.

Wait, Kevin?

Oh. Yeah.

I was still so tired that I just curled up in a ball, swatting him away with my hand as I mumbled,

"No…bed too warm…Macy still sleepy…"

"Macy, I will…get you tickets and backstage passes to every future JONAS concert I can, as long as you get up right now," Kevin said, attempting to pull the covers off of me.

I fought him for the covers, and won, but then he said,

"Macy, I'm getting you out of those clothes one way or another!"

That woke me up. Did he seriously just say that? I stared at him in shock. He blushed profusely.

"I-I-I meant bed. Instead of clothes. I don't know what made me say clothes…"

"Uh-mmm…I…eh…?"

"Are you always this articulate in the morning?" Kevin asked.

"Only when a guy says something that's been saturated in innuendo," I replied. I hopped out of the bunk, but not being used to a bed so high, I stumbled and fell into Kevin. He stumbled back a few steps before regaining his balance and I was suddenly very aware of the fact that we both had our arms wrapped around each other and our faces were pretty close.

"I just want you to know, Mace…I'm really sorry about the project, but I'm happy that you forgave me for being an idiot. And I'm happy that you stuck it out with me until it was done."

"Well, I'm glad that you told me about it instead of just trying to fix it on your own."

We stared at each other for a few seconds but a voice broke the silence,

"Hey, Kevin!" Joe called out, "Did you wake your Sleeping Beauty up yet? Because if you haven't, I got a few ideas on how to…"

"Joe, shut up!" Kevin yelled back, flushing a little. He looked back at me, "Sorry about Joe…he's…immature."

"What was your first clue?" I said smiling. Kevin looked really cute when he was embarrassed.

"I've been living with him for most of my life. I think I always knew he was immature. Anyway…we should get ready for school."

I ran a hand through my hair, looking up at Kevin when he laughed at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Your…hair…it's funny-looking."

"So's yours," I shot back. He was already in his uniform, but he hadn't fixed his hair yet. There was this one curl that hung just so in the middle of his forehead and the rest of his hair was this ridiculously poofy puffball of curls. It was adorable. I hated that he was this cute first thing in the morning. It wasn't fair.

He looked at me a moment, smiled dangerously and said,

"Race you to the bathroom mirror?"

"You're on."

We both tried to roughly shove each other out of the way as we ran to the bathroom, but I won out. We looked in the mirror, inspecting our hair, and busted out laughing. My hair was sticking up in the back, and that one short piece of hair that framed the right side of my face had flipped out while the rest flipped under. We both calmed down a bit, but Kevin caught my eye and we burst into hysterics again. Kevin's laugh was this noise that was somewhat like an evil cackle, balanced with that hearty, deep laugh that only truly awesome guys have. The cackle though…that's what caused me to go from regular girly giggle to the honking goose laugh. The one that causes people to either laugh harder at me or stop laughing entirely and back away from me because I sound scary.

Kevin didn't do either of those things. He wrapped me in a loose hug and through his laughter forced out,

"I'm not the only person to have a weird laugh. Thank god," he snuggled into my neck a bit, but let go as we heard Nick and Joe coming up the stairs.

We quickly ran down to the car and Kevin took off for my house. I changed into the first uiform I found, grabbed my school bag and took off again. I was expecting Kevin to go straight to school, but was surprised when he turned into Hazel's Coffee and got out of the car. I followed, and was surprised when he said to pick anything off the menu.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Yes, Mace. Seriously."

"Um…vanilla latte and cran-orange muffin," I said softly.

"You want anything else?" he asked as he noticed me looking at the huge plate of brownies in the case.

"No, the latte and muffin are fine," I said.

The woman behind the counter was looking at us expectantly.

"Blueberry muffin and regular coffee please. And one of those brownies."

"Kevin, I di-"

"Macy."

All he said was my name, but I recognized how he said my name. He wanted to give me something and wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Fine, but you better eat part of the brownie."

"I was hoping you'd ask me to."

***

When we got to school, Stella immediately cornered me by my locker.

"Macy! Why didn't you tell me you spent the night at Kevin's?"

Several people turned to look at us, and my face flushed bright red.

"Geez, Stells. Think you could have said that any louder?"

"Sorry. But why didn't you tell me?"

"Kevin broke that project we'd been working on late last night. He called me to help him out while he fixed it. We finished at like, two AM and he refused to let me walk home or call my mom and wake her up."

"Why didn't he just drive you home?"

"I-I don't know…hmm…"

"Maybe he likes you?" Stella asked. I blushed again, why on earth would Kevin like me? I asked her that, but she just gave me that knowing look.

"Don't think I haven't noticed how you look at him. That's more than just fangirl admiration in your voice when you talk to him. Don't try to deny it. I can tell; remember my Stella Senses?"

I growled at her, chugging the last of my latte and stuffing the end of the muffin in my mouth.

"Fine, I like him. Okay?"

"Hey, Macy," Kevin said, coming up behind me, "Who do you like?"

Oh, crap. Crap.

"Van Dyke," said Stella smoothly. I gave her a death glare, but she returned it.

"You…like…Van Dyke?" he sounded confused…and maybe a little…hurt?

I didn't have time to dwell on it though, as Stella led me away from my locker, leaving Kevin there scratching his head, a dumbfounded look on his face.

DUN DUN DUN!!!! I had to do this…It'll be awesome.

I thought of another reason Macy would hate Kevin…he wears those ridiculously tight pants and jeans all the time…although that might be more of a reason to hate Stella…hehehe. I'm working tight pants into an upcoming chapter. I swear.