Disclaimer: I do not own JONAS.

A/N: Not my best chapter. I had two different ideas that I couldn't get out of my mind so I just wrote them down. And the second one really didn't work very well, but I kept it in because I had never written anything like that before. Unfortunately it made my rating jump, which I usually try not to do. The first half was inspired by Van Dyke in Double Date – the idea that guys could see Macy as one of the guys and not as a real girl. Kevin sounds a little too much like Nick in this one.

Macy had been searching the halls of Horace Mantis for Kevin to let him know that she and Stella had found the perfect dress the night before. She rounded a corner and saw him at the end of the hallway, but before she could call out to him, she noticed a group of four jocks approaching him. Quickly ducking behind a row of lockers, she waited to see what was about to happen. She thought she was far enough away that none of them would notice her, but close enough that she could step in and rescue Kevin if he needed it.

"Hey Lucas," she heard Jackson from the football team call out.

Peaking around the corner, she could see Kevin looking around, probably trying to figure out if the guy was talking to him or if one of his brothers was nearby. After a moment, the oldest Lucas smiled at the group of jocks and asked, "Me?"

"Yes you," the football player responded.

"I don't think we've met. I'm Kevin." He said cheerfully, holding out his hand.

Macy couldn't help but smile; he was such a gentleman. Apparently Matt Jackson wasn't as charmed as she was because he didn't introduce himself. Instead he sneered, "We heard about your date for the dance. Are you really taking Misa?"

"Macy?" Kevin asked. "Yup. I asked her yesterday."

Trevor Martin spoke up next, "She's seriously the best you could do, rock star?"

Macy couldn't see Kevin's face, but she could hear the outrage in his voice. "What's wrong with you guys? Macy is one of the coolest girls in this school." She had butterflies in her stomach listening to him jump to her defense. "She's pretty and fun-"

"And acts like a dude," Jackson interrupted. "Going out with her would be like dating a guy!"

Macy had heard the guys make comments like this before, so she wasn't surprised. But she was upset that Kevin had to put up with their idiocy.

"Or maybe that's what he likes about her," someone in the group said mockingly. "He does sort of dress like a girl with those tight pants and stupid scarves."

And then Macy saw red. It was one thing to insult her (she could handle it), but no one was going to talk to Kevin that way

"Been checking out Kevin's tight pants, Sanchez?" Macy's voice dripped with venom as she stomped down the hallway towards her victims. "Or are you just jealous because Kevin has girls all over the world who would kill to go out with him and you can't get a date?"

The group of boys took a step back at the sight of a furious Macy Misa. She might be small, but they all knew she packed a mean punch.

"And you Jackson. How many girls have pictures of you up in their bedrooms? Besides your mom, I mean." Macy heard a few people nearby snicker at the football player. She turned and focused her attention on the entire group. "If I hear any of you ever say anything like that to Kevin again, you will have to answer to me and my many years of martial arts training." Narrowing her eyes, she added, "Got it?"

She heard a few mumbled affirmative replies before the group scattered, leaving her alone in the hallway with Kevin, who was looking at her with wide eyes. For a moment she was worried that she had scared him, but then he grinned at her and gave her a huge hug, exclaiming, "That was awesome! We should totally hire you to be our bodyguard. I don't even think Big Man could have run them off that fast."

Macy smiled in relief. She hadn't expected that reaction, but she'd take it. Pulling away, Kevin said, "Thanks for sticking up for me."

"I should be thanking you," Macy insisted. "I really appreciate you defending me."

His face fell. "You heard what they said?"

"It's okay Kevin," she said, patting him on the arm. "It isn't like I've never heard it before." She hesitated before adding, "If you want to back out, I won't hold it against you."

"Why would I want to back out?" He sounded genuinely confused.

"Because people like those guys might give you a hard time about going with me."

"Macy, I don't really care about what people say or think about me. Plus, I've gotten pretty thick-skinned over the years." He smiled at her. "Not all bloggers are as sweet as you are."

"That's true." Macy had read things people had written about the brothers that made her so upset she almost cried.

"And I really want to go with you."

Macy grinned. He really was sweet. "I'm glad because I really want to go with you too."

Kevin wrinkled his nose. "This seems sort of familiar. I feel like we've had this conversation before."

Giggling, Macy agreed. "It is a lot like when you asked me yesterday."

Nodding, he replied, "I still don't get those guys. They should be throwing themselves at your feet, begging you to go out with them. I mean you're smart and funny and pretty and really flexible."

Macy almost choked at the last word. Hearing phrase come out of the mouth of a teenage boy conjured up all sorts of images she would never associate with Kevin Lucas.

"Flexible?" She squeaked.

He grinned at her. "I like watching all your games and stuff, but gymnastic meets are my favorite by far. The things you get your body to do are pretty amazing."

She had no idea how to respond to that. It almost seemed like he was flirting with her – implying that he thought she was …desirable, but she knew that couldn't be it.

"Are you okay Macy? You're sort of turning red." He looked concerned. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No," she choked out.

"I shouldn't have mentioned your flexibility, huh?" He looked embarrassed. "It's sort of a guy thing. And at first I was really upset that I liked watching you so much because you're my friend and it seemed wrong, but Nick explained that I was a teenage boy and that it was perfectly normal." He looked down at his ring. "The ring doesn't mean I'm not going to think about girls that way, I'm just not going to act on it."

She finally couldn't take it anymore. She burst out, "Are you saying you've had sexual thoughts about me?"

And then she realized that she probably said that a little louder than was prudent and slapped her hand over her mouth.

"Are you freaked out?" He asked nervously.

She had to stop and think about it for a moment. She was a little freaked out, but mainly because she had never thought of the Lucas brothers as having feelings and thoughts like other guys she knew. But of course, it made sense that they would; they were human after all. And the idea of Kevin thinking about her that way was pretty unbelievable. But she couldn't really judge him since she knew her own thoughts weren't always totally innocent when she watched him perform.

Shaking her head, she finally said, "No. I'm good."

"Are you sure?" She felt bad that he sounded so worried.

"I promise, Kevin. I'm flattered." Then she grinned at him, "Plus, I really like watching you do power slides in your tight jeans, so I think we're even."

He laughed. "Good to know. So we're okay for tomorrow? Stella said you found a great dress and that she'll have an outfit picked out for me so we match."

"Awesome. Having a stylist does make life easier."

"Are you heading to practice?" Kevin asked. When she nodded, he asked, "Can I walk you to the locker room?"

"Sure," she replied happily. Somehow the conversation she had just had with Kevin (embarrassing thought it had been) had made him seem more human, more real to her. She was just a girl and he was just a boy, and she was pretty sure they were going to have a wonderful time at the dance.