I DO NOT OWN JONAS. This is another chapter dedicated to Precious, epecially because the key part of the plot was her idea.
"So, were you following me or is this just a coincidence that you felt like eating here tonight?" Kevin pointed behind him as he asked that question, at the restaurant he and Macy had just left. She shrugged. "I wouldn't exactly call it following. It's just that Stella tells me everything and when she said that she was taking you along on her date with Joe, I just figured they'd be all lovey-dovey and you'd be miserable."
Kevin paused before he answered. "Thanks." He said, not sure if he meant it after what she said to him. Macy stopped walking then, so Kevin had to stop too, once he noticed. "The only reason I thought that is because that's how I felt." She said quietly, her hands in her pockets. He finally understood. "Oh, well… don't. I'm here for you." He shrugged a bit after he told her that, not know if it meant much.
Macy put on a beaming smile. "Thank you." She said. He blushed, remembering those words had a lot more meaning than most people considered. "You're very welcome." He told her, and they walked on in the direction of her house. After a few seconds of silence, Kevin asked another question, sounding like he wouldn't believe it if she answered yes. "You came all the way here just for me?"
"You say 'all the way here' like it's a thousand miles." "It is when you're on a bad ankle." He pointed out. Macy groaned. "You're starting to sound like all my coaches, Kevin."
He sighed. "I'm not trying to but, like I said: It's my job to look out for you." Macy laughed at that, she had heard it so many times. "I should be looking out for you." She told him. Once again, she told herself how unfair it was that Kevin did so much for her and she didn't know how to repay him. "You are." He said. "Just by being here." Macy stopped, realizing something, and because of that she hadn't really heard what he said.
"Why are we headed to my house?" "I'm not going to let you walk home in the dark." "Why?" She asked, laughing. "Afraid I'll fall asleep on the way and end up at your house again?" Kevin looked at her seriously, for many reasons, but all he said was: "The sleepwalking thing is over. It's not going to happen again." Macy shrugged. "How can you be so sure?"
"You said you only sleepwalk when you have a secret no one knows." He reminded her. "I know your secret, you know my secret, and now we have our secret." Macy got quiet. "Actually, you never told me your secret." Kevin sighed a second time, whispering. "My point is, you're not going to sleepwalk anymore, so don't worry about it."
"Oh, look who's home." Joe said, over-acting with every word when he answered the door, arms crossed. Stella appeared at his side then. "Tell me, Joe. Is it the guy who threw a $20 bill at your face and then scrambled on us?" Joe was about to answer her question, but he had one of his own first.
"Scrambled?" He repeated. "It's slang." She explained. "Since when?" Both brothers asked. "Where have you been?" Was her reply. "Anyway." Joe said, remembering his point. "Where did you go?" Kevin blinked at that question. "Here." He said, pointing down. Stella scoffed. "Then how come we beat you here?" Kevin shrugged, almost aggravated. "Don't ask me why you do what you do."
"Liar." Joe accused, as his older brother walked past him and came into the house. "What?" Both Kevin and Stella were confused by that, since Kevin hadn't given an answer to the question, so it couldn't be called a lie. "Liar!" Was Joe's only response. He managed to say that more times in one breath than the two of them could've imagined.
Finally, Kevin got so annoyed by it that he just walked upstairs, not saying anything. As soon as he was gone, Joe turned to Stella. "He's hiding something from us." Stella nodded. "Question is, what is it?"
Weeks went by. Nothing much had changed, except for the fact that Precious cancelled her latest Monday date with Nick. When asked why, all she said was that she had something else to do, and was saved by the bell from elaborating.
Macy's ankle was back to normal, but all her teammates questioned what happened to her right foot. She told them the truth, she stepped in glass, but she never said that Kevin was the one who took it out for her, or anything about what they both went through. Nobody besides the two of them knew what happened that night, and no one else knew about her sleepwalking problem.
Joe and Stella still hadn't figured out what was going on with Kevin, he just kept disappearing on them. Joe would question him about that, only to have another question given as reply each time. He gave up trying to solve the mystery after awhile.
Stella would ask Macy why she still had the same pitcher of juice in her fridge, every time she went over her house. "I don't know." She answered. "I guess I'm just trying to savor it 'til the last drop." Stella didn't understand that. "Why? You could always make more." After drinking a small glass of it, she asked Macy, "What did you use to make this, anyway?"
Macy looked up at her, answering simply. "Fruit." Stella laughed off her annoyance and put her empty glass in the sink. Then she turned around, leaning on the counter. "You know what's weird?" "No, what?" "I can't find the key I have to the fire house." Macy froze. She had completely forgotten about that. "Kevin." She whispered automatically, since that's who had it. Only she didn't know she had done that, until Stella repeated it.
"Kevin? What does he have to do with it?" Before she could think of an answer, there was a knock at Macy's back door. Stella gave her a strange look when that happened. "Who would be knocking on your back door?" Macy shrugged innocently, even though she had a hunch, walking down the hall to see.
She ripped the door open in anger, something that happened quite easily when the person standing in the doorway was involved. "You picked a great time to show up." She whispered harshly. "I'm guessing that means Stella's here?"
Macy stepped outside quickly, closing the door behind her. "Sorry for yelling at you." She told him. He shrugged. "You whispered." She smiled, but then remembered why she came out there in the first place. "Wait a second, what are you doing here?" "You don't want to see me?" He teased. "I didn't say that! I just need to know… and quickly." She added, hearing footsteps approach.
Kevin heard them too, and frantically gave Macy what he had in his hand. "I remembered that I forgot to give this back to you." He said quickly, running to get back home. Macy giggled, waving as he went. He waved back and was off. Breathing a sigh of relief, Macy went back inside.
"Who was that?" Stella asked, right after the door closed. She had just gotten there, and was staring Macy down with her hands on her hips. Macy ignored the question, putting on a smile for cover. "You will never guess what I just found." She handed Stella her key, and walked toward the kitchen again. Stella put her hands up in frustration, tired of being ignored, and accidentally dropped the key. She called after Macy. "Yeah, but who was that?!"
Kevin came home all out of breath. While he was leaving Macy's house, Stella turned her head in the middle of walking. He still had no idea how she missed seeing him in broad daylight. "Where've you been?" Nick asked from is spot next to Precious on the couch.
He sounded happy but concerned. "Out." Kevin replied. Precious laughed at that. "He's turning into you, Nick." He chuckled in reply, but didn't exactly agree with what she said. "That's impossible."
Joe dialed Stella's cell number as soon as he heard Kevin's voice downstairs. The line was busy, so he hung up. Seconds later, the phone rang. "Did you just try to call me?" Stella asked. "Yeah, how'd you know?" "I just tried to call you." She answered. "That explains the busy signal." Stella sighed, wondering what she was going to tell him.
"There's something weird going on." Joe said. That was obvious. Stella thought about her reply for a pretty long time.
Meanwhile, Precious and Nick were the only ones left downstairs, since Kevin came upstairs and Joe had to hide in the bathroom so he could talk in private. Precious sat quietly, shifting her feet around in nervousness. "Did I ever tell you I was sorry for canceling our date?"
He turned to her. "You don't have to." Then he had a thought that scared him almost too much to be asked. "Everything's okay, right?"
"I don't know what's going on, but I think Kevin was just over here." "Why?" Joe asked, having to keep his sentences short in case his brother overheard. I just figured since he wasn't at your house and he just came back…." Stella groaned. "This is so frustrating. Macy won't answer my questions, I've never been more confused in my life." Joe raised his eyebrows. Welcome to my world.
Precious stared deep into Nick's eyes, lowing her tone to a calm, serious, loving whisper. "Everything's fine, I've never been happier." Nick smiled, mesmerized by the look in her eyes. "Neither have I." He replied.
Before leaning in for a kiss, Nick put some loose stands of her hair behind her ear. Precious automatically kissed back, and he couldn't tell that she was panicked about something. Especially since she put more passion into it than he could've ever expected, wrapping her arms around his neck. I gave him chills, but it was perfect.
They stayed how they were, blissfully happy, feeling like the only two people in the universe, until they were running out of breath. Precious didn't want Nick to pull away, even though they were basically on the verge of suffocating. He understood, because he felt the same way, but finally he had to, gasping and crying tears of joy in his amazement.
She was doing the same thing. "I love you." He barely managed the words, still breathing so heavily and letting his tears fall, smiling brighter than anyone had ever seen. Before Precious could answer him, obviously wanting to say the same thing, he looked down at his hands, trying to figure out if the kiss had really happened.
He would have a much easier time believing that then what he found when he looked down. Precious's eyes were at the ground when she heard him gasp under his breath. Tears flooded his eyes then for a different reason, and his hands shook violently in reaction to what he saw.
In between each of his now pale fingers, were at least four strands of her beautiful hair…
Thanks for reading! I'm so happy that I got this uploaded, how was it? I already started typing a chapter for The Magic Of Mortals, so that should be up soon too.