Chapter 3!

So, Kevin is under the impression that Macy likes Van Dyke and seems to be (yeah, you guessed it) jealous. This is all part of the evil Stella Malone's plan to meddle. So Kevin's going to be talking about a guitar…and getting eye sparkles that distract Macy. I'm really mean, aren't I?

I seem to remember writing a pinky swear between Kevin and Macy, but I can't remember if I posted that story or not. Plus, it just seems like such a Kevin/Macy thing to do that I couldn't help it.

Dedication: To my untold fairy-tale because she says she'll explode when I write the chapter with angry, jealous Kevin wearing tight jeans and I want to do something nice for her before that happens. xD

After we turned in our project in math class, Kevin whipped around and asked,

"So, you really like Van Dyke?"

After forcing out a few strangled syllables, I found my voice,

"Why do you want to know? Jealous?" I said with a small smile.

"No," he said, his voice more than a little unconvincing. I thought his voice would get high, but maybe he's getting better at the lying thing. This can't be good. "He's totally head over heels for Stella; I don't think I've seen him look at another girl since he discovered her."

"Oh, so you don't think I can steal a guy's attention away from another girl?"

Kevin at least had the grace to look a bit embarrassed.

"That's not what I meant, Mace."

"What did you mean?"

"Is that really important?"

"I'd like to know."

He lowered his voice, causing me to lean forward close to him in order to hear him.

"I meant…I don't want to see you get hurt. And…yeah. I'm a little jealous. Stella jumps at the chance to hang out with Van Dyke-I don't want you to start doing that too."

"Kevin, I've known Van Dyke for years now. We're really good friends. I don't forsake my old friends-like Van Dyke for my new friends-like you and your brothers. Or vice versa. Rest assured, I will never blow you off to hang out with Van Dyke."

***

At lunch I was sitting with Stella, Kevin, Joe and Nick when Van Dyke came up. Joe scooted closer to Stella but he didn't need to worry. Van Dyke was there to talk to me.

About a team practice.

I ignored the joyous look of "I told you so" I received from Kevin when Van Dyke turned from me to Stella and asked her out. Again.

Okay, so Joe had something to worry about.

I stuck my tongue out at Kevin and threw my wadded-up napkin at him. He threw it back, and flicked a pea at me.

We were so mature. Being with him let me act like a little kid again. No wonder I was so infatuated with him.

***

After school, before practice started for me, I was standing around talking to Stella and the boys. Kevin was talking about this new guitar he got-a Gibson Epiphone 1962 Wilshire guitar. Electric. Bright white. He had Nick's "in love" look on his face; soft, dreamy smile and his eyes were doing that sparkly thing. I was standing there wondering if he had ever looked like that while talking about a girl. Maria? A bit, but never with the eye sparkles. Anya? I never actually noticed. I was a little busy trying to find the undercover paparazzi.

No, I was pretty sure the only time he got that look was with a guitar. At least, I could only hope.

"Want to come over and see it?" Kevin's voice interrupted me from my thoughts.

"Hm?" I asked.

"My guitar. Want to see it before the concert Friday?"

"I can't, Kevin. I have practice in ten minutes. I promise I'll come see it tomorrow after school."

"Pinky promise?" he said.

I smiled, linking his pinky with mine,

"Of course."

***

The next day, Kevin practically dragged me away from Van Dyke after school. Kevin had grabbed my hand and we were running down the hall.

"What are we doing, Kevin?" I asked, tripping over my feet as I tried to keep up with him.

"We're going to my house. I want you to see Betsy."

"Betsy?"

"My new guitar."

"Oh."

When we got to the firehouse, Kevin led me up the stairs to his guitar rack. He showed me Betsy and started playing it. Lovebug. Probably my favorite JONAS song. Mainly because of the rockin' guitar solo of Kevin's. I practically died when I saw them perform it in concert.

I was staring shamelessly at Kevin as he finished the song. He looked up from his guitar,

"Well?" he asked.

"The guitar's gorgeous. And it sounds fantastic."

"You want to play it?" he asked, offering it to me.

"I-I-I…I only know a few chords. You know that."

"Oh, come on, Macy. Just try it." He passed me the guitar and I attempted to play the first few bars of Lovebug. I flubbed a few chords in a row, and looked up. Kevin was staring at me with the guitar eyes. I wasn't sure if the guitar eyes were for me or because he was staring at someone playing his guitar.

"Kevin?" I asked quietly.

He shook his head and looked at me. His eyes were still sparkling but in a different way from the guitar sparkles. I couldn't put my finger on what exactly was different about it, but I just knew it was.

"Yeah, Mace?"

"I don't like Van Dyke."

Oooooooh! Intrigue, right? Jealous Kevin wearing tight jeans and probably a leather jacket will appear in the next chapter or two. I just couldn't fit him in this one. Stella will be back to her meddling ways as well.

Happy Thanksgiving to the Americans. Happy Thursday to the non-Americans. I made fabulous cornbread dressing and the turkey was a delicious golden brown color and tasted fantastic too. Oh! And I saw a huge hawk hanging out in one of the trees in my backyard. It was gorgeous.

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