Okay…..so I need to start writing faster for this….I'll try!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the plot. I don't even watch the show anymore.

Chapter 6

"But Stella," Macy complained dramatically into the phone, knowing she didn't really mind, "I've seen the new outfit you made for Joe!"

"But not the finished piece-it's completely different!" Stella stated seriously. All things fashion-wise were, to her, a very serious matter. Macy was beginning to notice that Stella seemed even more serious about Joe's outfits rather than the other two brothers'…

"Fine, I'll be over this afternoon, but I've got to go shopping with my mom before lunch-I haven't seen her much this week." Macy gave in easily, knowing she planned to all along.

"Good." Stella squealed in excitement, "I think this might be my best work yet! I can't wait to show it to you-and have Joe try it on!"

"Yeah, so you can have an excuse to look him over thoroughly." Macy teased. It hadn't passed her attention the way Stella occasionally examined Joe's outfit a little longer. The blond took advantage of being so close to the middle Lucas brother.

Occasionally she would find a "bad stitch" on the shoulder of his shirt that she would need to run her hand over, "determining if it could be tolerated"- and it always could.

Because it's just an excuse to be close to Joe.

"…I don't know what you're talking about." Stella's voice stated firmly into the phone after a momentary silence, and Macy wondered if her friend was blushing.

"Sure you don't." Macy smiled, "Just be glad they're boys, or they would realize that Joe's collar does not need to be 'readjusted'-which you always do quite willingly."

"Hmph." The blond sniffed, "You imagine things."

"And you always have twice as many designs drawn and planned for Joe than Kevin and Nick." Macy went on with her teasing, wondering if she should say goodbye and get ready to go grocery shopping with her mom.

"Joe's build is easier to design for!" Stella defended herself instantly, sounding almost convincing enough.

"Oh, yes," Macy had to force back her laughter as she spoke with a hint of sarcasm, "I forgot how different he is from the other two. Definitely not similar at all."

"You're making fun of me, aren't you?" Stella huffed, "Well, think what you want, Macy Misa, but I know the truth and that's all that matters. I'll see you at three-thirty."

The line went dead and Macy shook her head to herself. Stella wasn't fooling anyone-except herself and maybe Joe. But just the same, it was cute to see the two together, dancing around the obvious.

The doorbell ringing could be heard as Macy stood on the front porch, taking brief note that Stella's parents weren't home at the moment. Brisk footsteps could easily be heard.

I'm going to guess her newest pair of pink stilettos.

"Macy, you're two minutes late." Stella informed her friend the exact moment she opened the door, but stepped aside and gestured for Macy to come into the house, "I can't wait to show you-come on!"

Against her will, Macy was dragged up the stairs and pushed into Stella's well decorated room. The desk the stylist used for all her work was covered in all sorts of paper, pens, pencils and the computer was still on-the screen showing that Stella had previously been looking at material online.

"First, I wanted to get your opinion on a few different shades for that shirt I was telling you about the other day." Stella took a seat in her desk chair, and Macy followed and looked over her friend's shoulder.

"Wow, that's nice." She murmured as she took in the design laid out in front of Stella. The blonde's perfectly manicured nails pointed at the computer screen were several different shades of blue were.

"So which of these two do you like better?"

"I'm not sure." Macy's eyes flicked between the black and white design Stella had drawn and the colors on the computer, "And which of the boys is this for?" she asked, silently guessing she knew.

"Joe." The predictable reply came and Macy struggled not to grin at the word.

"I don't know. Don't ask me-I'd just give you the wrong answer anyways." Macy spoke in indecision after a moment, shrugging before seating herself on Stella's bed.

"Alright…" Stella sighed, spinning in her chair to face Macy, "How was shopping with your mom?"

"Okay, I guess." Macy replied nonchalantly, her mind drifting to what it'd be like to be able to pick out Nick's outfits as Stella did for the boys-especially Joe. It actually sounded kind of fun, but the actual designing and creating it was out of her league.

"Something wrong?" Stella raised her eyebrows, curious as to what thoughts caused her friend to have an almost dreamy look on her face.

It might be good to tell Stella, maybe she could help. Macy considered the idea of telling the whole "music language" story to her friend, just to be relieved of it.

"Well, actually," Macy began, looking thoughtfully at her nails, but sensing Stella standing from her chair and crossing the room, leaving Macy's peripheral vision, "Nick and I have this little game that we've been doing…"

"Mmm." Stella replied, making noises in her closet, but Macy paid no attention as she told the whole story-excluding how her feelings for Nick-to her patiently listening friend.

"So, now I just don't know how to answer the first one-It'd just be awkward. I don't know why he said that in the first place. The game is kind of fun though." Macy mused before falling silent a moment.

"So what do you think?" Stella spoke up, confusion Macy. What did she think of what? Of Nick? Turning to see what her friend's expression was, Macy saw Stella standing next to her closet, holding up a shirt and pants, presumably the creation she had just completed for Joe.

"It's nice…" Macy smiled slightly, realizing Stella hadn't been listening at all, but getting Joe's outfit out to show her. Sometimes the stylist's obsessiveness of fashion could be annoying.

"Thanks!" Stella spoke cheerfully, eyes shining at her work before returning to the clothes in her hands, "I was thinking of adding a tie-you know, to make it a little more formal, but I can't find the right material in the color I want."

"Yeah." Macy couldn't care less, but didn't want to crush her friend's joy, "What color did you want the tie to be?"

Stella pressed her lips together in thought, examining the outfit with a skilled eye and Macy rolled her eyes.

"OH, MY WORD!" Stella's sudden and loud outburst caused Macy to jump what felt like four inches off the bed.

"What?" Macy demanded, eyes wide from being scared.

"'Love song'?! Macy, do you know what that means?!?!" Stella dropped the new outfit on the ground carelessly with an open mouth.

"I-I…" Macy tried to reply, but was admittedly a little scared by Stella's sudden reaction. Apparently she had heard Macy to some extent.

"Do you know what that means, Mace?!" Stella pressed her hands to her cheeks as if to try to calm herself down, speaking again without waiting for a response, "I'll tell you what that means! You don't know?!"

"Well…."

"Nick Lucas likes you-alot!!" Stella nearly yelled, the bluntness of the words making Macy feel suddenly light headed.

So this looks to be getting a little more dramatic. I'm really not sure how long this fic should be….I don't want to wear out/overuse the idea, so….

Please review! I love seeing people's thoughts!

Any suggestions for "music language" are greatly appreciated!