I DO NOT OWN JONAS.

The hope of a better morning coming died when everyone realized they had another day of the weekend to waste. Precious, worn out and annoyed, hit the snooze button on her alarm clock at 6:00. Went it went off again at 6:15, she shut it off completely.

No seeing Nick today. She couldn't even get up, so she knew that was true. She groaned in disgust and dismay at the thought. It was the doctor's visit that made her exhausted, that came from being so anxious to know what was going on with her. She hoped it was nothing too serious, and rolled over to try and fall back to sleep again.

There was only one person with her in the dream she had. The only person she wanted to see when she was feeling like she did. At first, she saw a chain of memories in front of her, but as expected, they were broken.

First, came the first time she saw him. A second later, she could hear his laughter as they stood at the gate at the park. The thoughts continued like this, scattered, until Precious realized something. Each time, there was this look in his eyes. A look of pure happiness, that she rarely got to see before they knew each other. That was just about the only thing that could put a smile on her face, since she knew she was dreaming. She truly made him happy.

As the dream progressed, it was just the two of them, with his house to themselves. It was quiet and peaceful, which they loved. They started out talking in the kitchen, and he seemed amazed at how deep she could be when she spoke. Later on, he played the drums and she watched. Now that was real amazement. He was unstoppable, not realizing he kept going for hours. She loved it because it was him, and his music had his heart and soul in it, regardless if he sang or not. So she sat and watched, letting the hours fly by.

Still, she knew it was only a dream.

"Got any sevens?" Joe put down his deck, and stared at Stella in disbelief. "Is this really what were doing on a Sunday afternoon, playing cards?" She shrugged, knowing that meant the game was over, and that she would never have that seven that she knew he had, even if he cards were facing down on the kitchen counter.

She walked around so she could sit next to him, rather than standing across from him and wishing the cramp in her leg would go away. "What would you rather do?" She asked, the pain and annoyance from that showing in her voice.

"Anything but go fish, please." He told her. They were the only two downstairs, but they felt like the only ones in the whole neighborhood, it was so quiet.

Somehow, whenever Frankie went somewhere, he managed to take his parents along with him, not the other way around. They were out at the food store, but with nothing to eat in the house, they were all hungry, so shopping was going to take a long time. Nick was still sleeping, even though it was passed noon and he hadn't even gotton up once. This made Joe and Stella worry, since that wasn't like him at all. He was probably having a better time in his dreams than he could while awake, and that made Joe jealous. He wished he could do that, just dream the day away.

Both Stella and Joe had absolutely no clue where Kevin had gone, just that he left at around 11:45 and said to call if they needed him for any reason.

After much hesitation, Joe let out a long sigh and said: "I'm so bored." Stella scoffed, putting her hands on her hips. Doing so, she elbowed him in the ribs by accident, since she was sitting right next to him. She didn't notice though, saying: "Oh, so I bore you?" It seemed like every time he said something to her, she found away to turn it around.

"Do you just like fighting?" He asked her, watching her get up and start stomping back around the counter again. She wasn't listening. "I've got a game you can play," She answered angrily. "How about 52 pickup!" Joe watched her knock all the cards to the floor, in a laughing fit. "Very mature." He commented. He started picking up the cards, but each time he came up from kneeling, she would knock them out of his hand.

Every time she did this, her expression softened. By the fifth time, she was smiling brightly. "Wow, you're really bad at this game." She told him, looking at the cards on the floor. They both laughed at what they saw. Even though most of the cards scattered all over the place, a few bunched together, to form a heart.

Macy had been out for most of the morning, but came back at about 12:05. She had taken a walk through the neighborhood, slowly of course. She made sure to stay close to walls, he ankle sometimes bothered her too much to not use them. She crossed the floor in her kitchen, going for the fridge. She opened it, searching for something to drink. The cold air didn't bother her, even as it hit her right in the face, she needed something to cool her off. Too bad for her, there was nothing she could drink. Closing the refrigerator door, she considered settling for water from the tap.

There was a knock at the door. She wasn't expecting anyone, and she was home alone, so it made her jump, and she stumbled when that happened, because of her ankle. Cautiously, she came up to the front door, realizing there was nothing to fear. She would've ran the rest of the way, if that was possible.

She opened the door as calmly as she could, a beaming smile on her face. "Hi, Kevin!" She greeted. "Hey, Macy." He said happily. "I knew you'd be home." He thought about what he said and added. "Good thing too, because if you weren't, I'd have to head all the way back home, and it's no fun there today." The whole time he was talking, she just stared, finding the things he just automatically knew to be almost scary, once again. He seemed to know what she was thinking, and when she needed him. Sadly, she thought that, maybe, that wasn't a constant thing.

"Oh, and, uh," He began, handing out something to her, "I know it's not really a present," He went on, while Macy looked inside the thermal bag he gave to her, "but, I brought you this in case you were… thirsty." Halfway through his sentence, he wondered if she would even appreciate him bringing her a pitcher of juice, it was a strange gift.

For a second, she almost looked mad at him. "How do you do it?" She asked. It was almost a demand. "We have a juice bar." He said simply, not taking her tone as a bad thing. Macy giggled. "Not that." He had no idea what she meant. "Then what are you talking about?" He asked, smiling at her while he tried to figure it out for himself.

As quickly as she could, Macy put the bag down on her counter and came right back to Kevin, hugging him tightly. Without knowing the reason, he hugged her back. She'd tell him why sooner or later, just like she told him how she got the key to his house, but that was a total accident, and a completely different story.

She didn't give him a reason right then, but she looked up into his eyes, getting lost in them. He got lost too, staring back. It was minutes later. Macy whispered to him.

"You always know. You always know."

How was it? I had fun writing this chapter, and I'm really excited about writing more for both stories. I'll update soon!