I finished this story just in time for Christmas! Thank you, everyone who has been reading. I'm sorry it has come to an end already, but it was originally a oneshot…

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

Chapter 9

Needless to say, things didn't go Stella's way. It started raining only moments after the beginning of the party, and Macy avoided Nick at all costs. She felt like she was a frightened little mouse, attempting to keep from getting caught.

And if one ruins Stella Malone's plans, they have to avoid her fury also. So Macy was feeling quite alone during the cheerful, light hearted party. Already, she was wishing her friend hadn't convinced her to come, or the boys hadn't invited her in the first place.

Boy, was she nervous.

"Want to dance?"

Macy turned in surprise to see Nick standing behind her with a small smile. How had he managed to sneak up on her? She had been doing so well to avoid him this far! Instead of coming up with a reply, she stumbled over her own words.

"I…uh…sure?" she mumbled, taking his offered hand. There were a few people dancing, but Macy felt her face flush when Stella spotted her from across the room and flashing her friend a smile and inconspicuous thumbs up.

Just like in all the stupid movies, a softer song came on a few moments afterward, and Macy groaned inwardly, recognizing the beginning of "Teardrops On My Guitar" by Taylor Swift. Stupid fate.

Nick didn't even ask her if she minded, but slipped his arms around her waist and Macy bit her tongue at the feeling of his chin on top of her head. With everything she had, Macy prayed that he wouldn't hear her heart racing.

"Have you figured it out yet?" he breathed into her ear, making her stomach do a somersault. He'd caught her in a situation where she couldn't run and Macy never lied. She was stuck.

"Maybe." She sighed, not knowing exactly why she didn't pretend to not to know what he was talking about. They moved slowly to the music and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

"Well?" Nick broke their silence after a moment.

"Why don't you tell me the answer, and then I'll tell you if I was right or wrong?" Macy asked quietly, not moving from their position and extremely grateful that she didn't have to meet his eyes.

"Fine." He surprised her by agreeing, but she panicked inwardly when Nick pulled away and looked down at her, "Since you want to be difficult." He teased with a half smile that made Macy blush.

Before she could reply, he gripped her chin tenderly and pressed his lips against her firmly a moment. Macy felt the adrenaline run through her at his action, but didn't resist, feeling a little sad when he released her quickly.

She swallowed carefully, watching his eyes carefully, "I was right." She managed to reply.

"I need more of an answer than that." he stated with mock seriousness, feeling her beginning to relax as his arms wrapped around her.

"Sometimes actions say what words can't describe." Macy whispered in response, smiling slightly at him as she slid her arms around his waist. He chuckled at her with a small shake of his head before kissing her cheek.

"Well said, Mace, very well said." Nick murmured.

Thanks to everyone who read the first chapter and asked for more. Thanks to those who gave me "music language" to use. And thanks to all my reviewers and readers!

Merry Christmas!