I still own nothing. except for my burning passion for Nick Jonas when he says the word "shawty" or when he says he's gonna go get string cheese. *sigh*

The entire church remained silent as Macy ran through the doors. Nick glanced back at his brother and was shocked to find him smiling. He just got dumped at the altar, and he was smiling? Nick took a step closer to him, ready to confront the issue. He simply shook his head and said, "She'll explain everything."

Nick couldn't remember leaving the church or getting in his car. But, suddenly, he was in his bedroom watching from the doorway as Macy silently cried into his pillow. Her back was to him, so she was unaware of his presence. He quietly made his way over to the bed and sat down behind her. She froze for a moment, before turning her head to meet his gaze.

The sight of her broke Nick's heart. She had managed to strip off her wedding dress and leave it lying next to the bed. She had found an old button up and a pair of her cotton shorts, and under normal circumstances, the sight would have drove him crazy. But her cheeks were stained with mascara and her hair was in such a disarray that it was easy to tell she had tried, unsuccessfully, to remove the bobby pins. Nick reached out to her, but she turned her face away. "Don't," she muttered weakly. "Just go."

He chuckled softly, easing the tension. "Uh, Mace, you're the one in my bed." Her shoulders shook with what he hoped was laughter and she turned her whole body to face him.

She winced slightly. "Does everyone hate me?" Of course. Macy was the only one he knew who would worry about hurting other people's feelings at a time like this.

Nick quickly gathered her in his arms, silently relishing the feeling of her warm body against his. "No, Macy. No one hates you. No one understands what happened, but no one hates you."

She looked up at him doubtfully. "Kevin." She started simply. "Did he…" She paused. "Did he tell you?" She looked…anxious.

His head was spinning with a million different scenarios. What could have possibly left Kevin with a smile while Macy was here crying? "No, Macybear. He didn't tell me anything. He said you'd explain everything."

Nick saw her eyes wander downwards at the use of her nickname. "You haven't called me that since college…" she whispered. He knew that already. He remembered the moment like the back of his hand. It was the first time he saw Macy smiling back at Kevin when he reached for her hand. He had made a silent promise to stop torturing himself. It was a struggle, as he used to call her that and only that from their junior year of high school on, but he managed to nix the word completely from his vocabulary. And he honestly thought Macy hadn't noticed.

"Macy, what's this all about? What do you have to explain to me?" He wanted to get to the bottom of this-now. Nick wiped her tears away as he watched her take a deep shaky breath. "Mace?" He pushed gently.

She chuckled darkly. "We should get comfortable." She paused and bit her lip. "Would you mind if I showered and stuff? I really just want to wash this whole day away." The brown eyes that looked up at Nick then almost nearly knocked the breath out of him, and he couldn't help but think that she was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes on.

He gently unwound his arms from their place on her waist and allowed her to walk to the bathroom. As he heard the door shut and the faint click of the lock, Nick began to gather her dress and carry it back to her room. He placed it carefully back on the hanger, still sitting atop her closet door. He brought the dress back to his room, however, hanging it in the back of his own closet. Out of sight, out of mind.

He began taking off his tux slowly, recalling the events of the day. Nick was so sure that Macy would say "I do" without any hesitation. But now, here he was, waiting for her to get out of the shower and explain why she ran. He slipped into a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt and made his way to the kitchen. He pulled out Macy's favorite tea and put the tea pot on the stove to start the water. He heard the bathroom door unlock and smiled as he heard Macy's footsteps pad around the corner.

When her eyes met his, he could instantly tell she was feeling better. She looked a lot more relaxed and had an easy smile spread across her lips. She slowly walked over to stand in front of him and wrapped her arms around his waist silently. His arms automatically wound around her and she placed her head on his chest. He could feel her waiting to say something, so he simply kissed the top of her head and waited in silence.

She sighed heavily and looked as though she was about to say something, when the teapot sounded and they both jumped. She smiled brightly up at him. "You're making me tea?"

"Well, yeah, I mean, I just thought that, uh, well, you know," he stuttered, suddenly embarrassed. Her smile only grew wider.

"Thanks, Nicky. That really means so much to me. You've always known just what I needed," though she was smiling, Nick thought he detected a small hint of sadness behind her words.

He grinned down at her. "Anything for my favorite girl," he kissed her forehead. "Now, go sit down on the couch and I'll bring you your tea." She did as she was told and he finished making the tea. He made his way out into the living room and sat in his usual place right beside her. His arm naturally rested behind her head, which automatically found its way to his chest.

They sat like that for awhile. The cup of tea long forgotten on the coffee table, the silence growing more and more potent as time dragged on. She finally sighed and sat straight up, crossing her legs beneath her. She looked him dead in the eyes. This was it.

"Macy, please. Tell me what happened." his voice came out in a strangled whisper.

She bit her lip thoughtfully, as if contemplating how to begin. "Well…." she began slowly. "How much do you know about your brother, Nick?"

DUNDUNDUNNNN! ANOTHER cliffhanger! How much do you guys hate me? :p I promisepromisepromiseeeeee there will be an update soon! (: peace, love, and jonas.

- Meaghan. (: