Van Dyke's a jerk in this! Lmao. But the first part of the concert scene occurs in this. Kevin's all hot and wearing tight jeans and a leather jacket. Reason #4 doesn't really make its appearance until the very end. But I love the description I wrote of Macy at the concert. You'll know what I mean when you get to it. This is the longest chapter I've posted for this, and, I'm almost halfway done with this fic.

Dedication: To sister101 because she likes Ryelsi and Kacy. Also for Sandalaris because she agrees with me about Kevin needing to take pictures shirtless. And they are both the nine kinds of awesome.

Reason #4: Kevin shredding on the guitar all serious-like weirds Macy out.

"You don't like Van Dyke?" Kevin said slowly, like it was a foreign language.

"No, I don't."

"So, why'd Stella say that you did?"

"Because she's attempting to meddle in my love life."

"Your nonexistent one, you mean?" Kevin said, smiling.

"Hey! Your love life sucks just as bad as mine."

"Okay, fair point. Let's stop talking about our pathetic love lives. It'll make me depressed."

"We can't have a depressed Kevin Lucas!" I said in a fake-shocked tone, "That's just not allowed. Whatever shall we do to make depressed Kevin happy?"

"For starters, you could give me back my guitar so I can play some more music for you."

"That works really well for both of us then," I said, shyly handing him back his guitar. Our fingers brushed each others' and I felt myself blushing slightly as he began playing the guitar again.

***

Friday morning I was at my locker. Van Dyke was talking to me about something. I wasn't really paying that close of attention because Stella had given the boys new uniforms that morning and I was staring at Kevin's tightly-khakied backside as he dug around in his locker. All of a sudden Van Dyke pulled out a pair of tickets.

"So, you want to go?" he asked.

"Go where?" I asked, turning my attention back to the guy in front of me.

"Basketball game. Tonight."

I opened my mouth to respond, but Kevin came out of nowhere, threw his arm around my shoulders, and said,

"Sorry, Van Dyke, she already has plans with me for tonight. JONAS concert, you know."

"Well, if it's a concert, it's not really plans with you specifically, is it? It's actually plans with you, your brothers and a few thousand of your screaming fans," said Van Dyke with a smirk.

Kevin shot a glare at Van Dyke and said scathingly,

"She hasn't missed a concert yet, and she's sure as hell not going to miss tonight's for a basketball game."

"How do you know that?"

Kevin and Van Dyke looked about ready to pummel each other. I was pretty sure that Kevin couldn't take Van Dyke on his own. I mean, Kevin's no wuss…but, Van Dyke's on the football team.

"Boys, calm down. Van Dyke, I'm sorry, but I am going to the concert. Maybe next time, okay?" I asked, pushing myself between the two of them.

"Okay, Macy," Van Dyke said quietly.

"You two usually get on pretty well; for my sake, can you try to do that?"

"Sure," they said in unison, shaking hands and apologizing. I walked off with Kevin after saying goodbye to Van Dyke.

As soon as I didn't see anyone around, I spun on Kevin.

"Okay, what exactly is your problem with Van Dyke today? It's not like you to get jealous. It's like Joe, but it's not like you."

"I saw Van Dyke and Stella talking in the atrium earlier today. They looked…cozy…and then I saw him pull the tickets out and hand them to her. She smiled and handed them back…then when I saw him show you the tickets…" he sighed heavily, "I'm jealous, but the reason I was mad was because I don't like the way he's messing with the both of you."

"Kevin, thank you for being concerned...but I think Stella's meddling with Van Dyke in my love life…I highly doubt she's going to try dating him again unless Joe does something stupid. I'll go deal with her, okay?" my voice had gone steely and Kevin looked a little scared. I was sending a text to Stella, debating on whether or not to yell at her in public or through a text. "Oh, and Kevin? Don't mention this to anyone. I know how you are about keeping secrets. And everyone knows about the lying thing."

"Yeah, I'm kind of hopeless at being sneaky, aren't I?"

"Yeah, but it's kind of cute."

"You think I'm cute?"

"Durr. Your brothers aren't bad, but you've always been my favorite," I looked up from my phone, embarrassed that I had let that slip.

***

Kevin refused to let go of the fact that I had told him he was my favorite that entire day. Finally, I told him that if he didn't drop it, I would find Van Dyke and take him up on his basketball game offer.

"Are you serious?" he asked me.

"Maybe."

"Really?!"

"Kevin," I said in an attempt to calm him down, "No. Okay? It was a Lakers/Knicks game. I hate the Lakers and I don't care much for the Knicks. Even if there wasn't a concert tonight, I still would have said no."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Why are you being so difficult?"

"Because it's my middle name."

I cocked a brow at him.

"Kevin, you do know that I am the president of the JONAS fan club, right? I know quite possibly everything about you that you know as well as some things about yourself that you don't know."

"Macy, you do know that was a joke, right?"

We stared at each other for a second, each of us trying not to crack first. And then Stella came along. Ranting at a non-present Joe.

Thank you, Stella for ruining the moment. You might be my best friend and all, but really. Do I interrupt yours and Joe's moments?

"Why does he insist on eating like a pig? In the clothes I spend hours making? He should know by now not to!" Stella yelled in exasperation, leaning against the bank of lockers next to Kevin and me. She looked up at Kevin and me suddenly, "Oh, did I interrupt something?" she asked innocently.

"A staring contest. I was winning," said Kevin with a smirk.

As if!" I snorted.

"You wish!" Kevin shot back, "Unfortunately I have to go." He gave me a wink and sauntered off.

In the impossibly tight khakis.

"I hate you Stella Malone," I said as I threw my books in my locker.

"Me? Why?"

"One, you told Kevin I liked Van Dyke, two, you told Van Dyke to ask me out, three, you got Kevin and Van Dyke mad at each other and four, you always put Kevin in those tight pants!"

"Whoa, Macy, calm down. I'm sorry about the Van Dyke fiasco. I was just trying to help get you and Kevin together. He really likes you, you know."

"Kevin…likes…me?"

"Yeah, for a few months now."

"Why?"

"He said something about you while I was doing his fitting and Joe and Nick went all evil on him and his voice did that freaky high thing because he said he didn't like you and that basically confirmed it. But I, being the best friend of the century, wasn't about to let even a longtime friend start dating another one of my friends because said longtime friend is a guy and guys are stupid sometimes. I asked him why he liked you and he said, 'I don't know. There are too many things. I like her smile and the way her hair smells and that she's always excited to see me-us. Always excited to see us.' Plus, he was completely red in the face when he said the last part. He likes you Mace."

"If he likes me, why hasn't he admitted it?"

"Same reason Joe hasn't admitted he likes me. He's scared. That's why I was pushing Van Dyke on you. I figured that if Kevin realized he had competition it'd motivate him to make a move."

"Yeah, make a move to sock Van Dyke," I muttered sarcastically.

"See, that's progress!" Stella said excitedly.

"Stella, chica, I don't like guys that do that. I hang out with jocks all day long. I just want one guy who's goofy and sweet and wouldn't hurt a fly."

"That's Kevin!"

"Yeah, I know, but you made him like…Hulk Kevin."

I fell silent for a moment, imaging a giant, green, angry, muscle-bound Kevin running around shirtless. Nice. Weird, but nice.

***

At the concert that night, I really, really hated Stella. Kevin was wearing jeans that hugged his body like a second skin. They were deliciously tight and faded and molded in all the right places. Add a leather jacket and an epic powerslide during one of his solos and I was a quivering mass of fangirl Jell-O.

Screaming at the top of her lungs.

And then, he was on the right side of the stage, the side I was facing, playing his heart out like his life depended on it. I had been to plenty of concerts, but this was the closest I'd been yet. To see Kevin playing like that, like there was nothing else in the world, like the screaming fans surrounding him weren't there, was just…weird. He had this look of seriousness on his face-not the same seriousness that Nick had-a completely Kevin-like seriousness. It was strange to see normally goofy, oddball Kevin acting completely unlike himself.

They finished the last song, thanked everyone for coming, and it was over. But not for me. Because I had a backstage pass.

Sweaty Kevin with red cheeks and curlier-than-usual hair is next. And yes, he'll still be wearing the leather jacket and tight jeans. What kind of writer do you think I am? Lol.