Ugh. So those two papers I was writing were awful. I downed like three Mountain Dew Voltages, two cans of Pringles, half a box of Cap'n Crunch, a package of M&M's and an entire bag of Pixie Stix. But I got them turned in on time and everything. xD

Now I have one more paper to write-that'll count as that class's final. If I write two pages a day starting tomorrow, I'll have it done in time. Good luck to anyone else dealing with finals. xD

Oh, and I'm a Doctor Who fan and my mind was blown upon watching "Silence in the Library." My roommate was laughing at me every time I said "OWWWWW!" I don't know why I mentioned that, but there it is. Don't tell me anything that happens past that episode because I haven't seen it yet.

Don't own JONAS. Do own school supplies with them on it, which got scattered on the floor in my dorm earlier this year, but no Kevin to hug me.

Reason #7: His hugs.

I laughed at Kevin, putting my head down next to his, marveling at how the curve of my face fit into his shoulder. He smelled wonderful. Like…Irish Spring and some kind of cologne that I couldn't identify and Tide. My hand brushed down his chest, and he caught it with his.

"Thanks for this, Kevin. I really appreciate it," I said softly as he pulled me a little closer. I was having a little trouble breathing because my face was inches from his and I could feel his body heat radiating off of him and he was holding me and damn it, he smelled fantastic.

"Don't worry about it Mace; you're my friend. You were feeling awful, and I just thought that maybe I could make you feel better. That's all."

"You made me feel infinitely better, Kev. Thanks."

"You're welcome."

We stared up at the clouds for a while, but we soon noticed the sky was darkening. Kevin stood up, then helped me up. After we packed up the picnic stuff, Kevin took a hold of my hand as we left the park. His callused fingers brushed my knuckles and his thumb stroked mine gently.

It totally gave me goosebumps.

He opened the car door for me and walked me to the door when we arrived at my house. We stared at each other, and that awkward, end-of-date feeling I had experienced yesterday was there again.

"Night, Macy," Kevin said softly before bending his head toward me and kissing me on the cheek.

Wow.

Wow.

That might have been a kiss on the cheek, but it stuck my feet to the ground. I put a hand to my cheek, trying to determine if it had actually taken place. I looked up at Kevin questioningly.

"Heh…yeah," he chuckled nervously. He took a step back from me, "Bye, Macy," Kevin said as he took off, stumbling over the uneven sidewalk.

I smiled softly as I watched him fumble for his keys, before I let myself into the house.

Too bad that good mood didn't last.

***

Monday morning, I was at my locker, angrily shoving books and sports equipment in it. I finally succeeded in getting the stuff I needed out and slammed my locker shut.

"Hey, Macy!" Kevin exclaimed from just out of my line of vision.

I jumped. High.

And dropped my stuff.

On Kevin's feet.

Damn it.

"I'm sorry," I shouted, panicking. I dropped to my knees, scrambling to pick my stuff up. Kevin followed suit, and we both reached for a folder.

And cracked heads.

Damn it, part two.

That, on top of everything else, caused me to burst into tears.

It wasn't that it was painful…it was just…I don't know.

Kevin pulled me into a hug. While we were still sitting on the floor of the hallway.

I was in Kevin's lap. With his arms around me.

"What's wrong, Mace?" he said softly in my ear. The words burst out of me, along with a flood of tears.

"I got in this fight with my mom last night. I want to go to this sports camp this summer and she wants me to stay here and go to summer school. Try to get some hours for college or something. I don't know. So this morning I tell my teammates that I'm not going to the sports camp and they accuse me of not being dedicated and then this guy on the basketball team starts hitting on me, and I tell him I'm not interested, but he kept pushing it, so I hit him with my hockey stick and a teacher saw, so now I have detention, even though the hockey team has a game this week and we need the extra practice time."

I had wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his chest while I was crying, and I was suddenly aware of Kevin lightly stroking my hair, murmuring "it's okay" in my ear. I pulled away from him, abruptly aware that we were in a slightly compromising position.

"Sorry about your shirt," I said, trying to worm my way out of his lap and brush my tears away at the same time. Kevin held me tighter though,

"I don't care about my shirt. I care about you. I fully intend on hugging you until you say you feel better, okay?"

"But what about class?"

"I don't care about class," he said through gritted teeth.

"But-"

"Macy, shut up and calm down, okay?" he said, exasperatedly as he pulled me back to him.

"Fi-ine," I sighed.

"Never thought I'd see the day where you'd object to being hugged by a member of JONAS," he said with a bit of a chuckle.

"I'm not objecting to being hugged by a member of JONAS. I'm objecting to being hugged by my friend Kevin because I don't want to make him late for class."

"Macy, I already told you I don't care if I miss class or not. I hate seeing you upset, so I'm going to hug you until you feel better. I insist."

"Well, if you insist…" I said, laying my head back on his shoulder. I inhaled the scent of his cologne and laundry detergent, tightening my hold on him.

Kevin continued stroking my hair, pressing me against him. I felt much better after I told him what was wrong, but I didn't want to let him go. I felt safe in his arms. It was a feeling of comfort that I had never really experienced. I mean, I had a feeling of comfort when I hugged my mom or Stella, but hugging Kevin was different. There was a promise of protection. Not the mom kind of protection and not the best friend kind of protection. It was…the boyfriend kind of protection. I think.

The first bell rang, indicating we had five minutes to get to class.

"Feel better, Mace?" Kevin murmured in my hair.

I nodded, not wanting to let him go.

"Good," he whispered, "I'm going to let you go now, okay?" I nodded again, and after he gave me one last quick hug, I gathered up the books that had lain forgotten while I had my crying jag.

We both stood up, oblivious to the stares we had been getting for the better part of the past ten minutes.

"So, I'll see you at lunch?" Kevin asked.

I nodded a third time and his face broke into a smile.

"Good," he said softly. And then he did something that threw me for a loop.

He leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to my mouth before pulling back quickly and running off.

My feet stuck to the ground again. Like they had taken root in the tile floor of HMA. I would stand there forever, like a Macy tree. Oh yeah, and I dropped all my books again.

What the hell Kevin? What the hell? Are you magic? Is that why I can't seem to move after you kiss me?

"Hey, Mace. What's up?" Stella said, walking by.

"Kevin…Kevin…kissed me," I muttered, bending over to pick up my books again.

"WHAT?" Stella squawked.

"He kissed me, Stells. Just for a second. I didn't even have time to realize what was happening until it was over. But he kissed me," I sighed, leaning against the lockers with a dreamy smile on my face.

"Um, honey? You have class in two and a half minutes," Stella said, shaking my shoulder.

"Oh, right, right. Yeah…" I said distractedly as I walked off to class.

Sooooo? :D

Pardon if it seems short.

Happy sister101? You got a Kacy kiss. Maybe not the one you were hoping for, but that will come later. I totally promise. :D