Kevin's POV

It was nice when Macy had been laying on my stomach. I would never tell her that, though. Forget I ever said that....

But then she started.... You know. Giving me a hickey. That was awkward.... But nice, too. But more awkward. I hoped she had been sleeping.

Yes. The truth was, I only told Macy that I knew she had been sleeping to make her feel better. I had no idea if she had done that on purpose.

It couldn't have been! She didn't defend against the statement. Right. Okay, that's cleared up.

Now I was off to get Stella so she could help Macy with a shirt. Stella told me that the freak fan girls must've taken Macy's key-necklace with the key to her house on it. Macy had to borrow some of Stella's clothes.

Stella's POV

"YAY! I get to make Macy pretty!" I squealed after Kevin told me she needed a shirt.

"No, no. She just wants a shirt." Kevin pleaded. And then I saw a little red circle on his neck.

"Um, what's with the...." I said, pointing to it.

"Nothing." Kevin said quickly in his lying voice. I scowled.

"EW!" I exclaimed, realizing it was a hickey.

"Who were you with?!" I yelled.

"No one! This isn't what it looks like!" Kevin said in the squeaky voice.

"Ugh! And the tops of your shirts can't be low-cut. I had the best outfits with low topped shirts planned for this week!" I shouted. And then it clicked.

"Macy!" I yelled in triumph. Kevin shook his head quickly and nervously; his eyes wide. I turned on my heel and began walking toward the room she was in, an outfit and my makeup bag in hand.

Macy's POV

"So, explain WHY you gave him a hickey!" Stella shouted, waving the designer outfit in her hand around in the air.

"I.... Was asleep!" I explained, matching my story to Kevin's.

"Whatever. You know you like him. Anyway, I'm going to deck you out!" she squealed.

"No, I just wanted a shirt!" I retorted. But she was ready pushing me toward the bathroom.

Stella's POV

"Okay. Perfect. See, makeup is your friend. And so are designer above-the-knee black skirts and pretty purple tank tops!" I squealed. Macy frowned.

"But I look.... Kind of.... Trampy." she replied.

"What?" I snapped.

"I mean... Um... Pre-tty! I didn't say trampy! I said pretty!" she said, saving herself.

"Sure. Okay, go show the world!" I chided, pushing the bathroom door open.

Macy's POV

I stumbled out into the hall, tripping over my own heels. Stella wouldn't let me go without them.

I tripped my way over to the bedroom I had slept in. Nick was sitting on his bed, already dressed, facing away from me. He was concentrating on something.

"Nick?" I squeaked. Something clanged to the floor.

"Hey Macy." his voice cracked.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He didn't sound so good.

"Nothing." he whispered. And then I saw the blood.

It couldn't be. He wasn't.... Cutting himself. No. There had to be some explanation...

I gasped anyway.

"Macy... It's just..." he mumbled. I saw his cut-up wrist. He stayed looking away from me.

What was going on with my favorite band? I thought they were funny and always happy. As of now, I felt that Joe was fun and crazy, but a little cocky; Kevin was cute and nice, but somewhat a mystery; and Nick was so quiet and content.... But hurting inside?

I rushed over to his side and sat next to him.

"Macy, I.... I just...." he stuttered, looking into my eyes.

"Why?" I whispered, gently holding his wrist.

"My brothers and I have been through a lot. Joe and Kevin can handle it. I can't." he said hoarsley.

"Do you.... Want to talk about it?" I asked bluntly. I felt the tears in the corners of my eyes dripping out. Nick slowly shook his head.

"Don't cry. It's me, not you with the problems." he said quietly.

"I'm sorry. I'm... Really over-emotional, I guess." I whispered.

"Please don't tell my brothers." he pleaded. I nodded. I knew it what just a phase. But what had happened that brought him to this phase? Maybe I would ask Stella.

"I gotta go." I whispered, standing up. Nick looked at my outfit up and down.

"Stella?" he chuckled sadly, trying to lift the mood.

"Yeah." I replied.

"Looks nice." my head felt tingly. No, no! My not-me was coming out again! Snap out of it! My body fell backwards and hit the carpet. And then I blacked out. Pass-out number..... 32? Probably.

I know, she passes out a lot. And sorry for OOC Nick. There'll be more of that. Anyway, read and review!

PS: It's one in the morning here. I'm an insomniac!