Josh Hutcherson is Macy's love interest.

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Kim

I must've walked through the morning with a wide smile on my face I couldn't get rid of. Macy, Jemma, and Melody too. Were we happy, or were we faking it? I don't know. It seems real to me.

"How was Geography?" Melody asked happily as she caught up with me as we walked to lunch.

"Great. How was English?" I asked in reply, grinning as happily as she was.

"Great!" Melody squealed.

Just then, Jemma joined us.

"Screw Jack and the Wasabi Dojo! I'm totally crushing on Blake right now," she gushed.

"So am I with Ethan!" Melody squealed.

"Are you talking about us, ladies?" I heard a boy ask, and when I turned, I saw Ethan and Jemma's boyfriend, Blake.

"What? No!" Jemma blushed.

"Are you kidding me?" Melody bit her lip.

Snickering, I held a hand over my mouth, trying to hide it. "You weren't going to join them and be all giggly too, right? Because I like a tough, tomboyish but girly girl like you," a voice whispered in my ear.

Whirling, I embraced Brody. "Brody!" I squealed, my arms wrapping around his neck. "Don't scare me!"

"Aren't you a little tough cookie, right, Kimmy?" Brody teased, placing a kiss on my cheek. Although I was really happy with him, the name rubbed me the wrong way.

"Don't call me Kimmy," I pouted. "Because I won't be able to make a nickname for you too." I added as a cover-up.

"Fine then, if you want me to stop," Jack - I mean Brody - smiled sweetly. My heart melted.

Why did I say Jack?

"What's for lunch?" I asked Brody, his arm around my waist.

"French Bread Pizza," he replied.

"Thank you," I smiled politely at the lunch lady, who gave both me and Brody a genuinely friendly smile.

"Hi Mr. Garner," Brody greeted the man at the cash register like an old friend.

"Hello Brody. Who's your friend?" Mr. Garner stared at me politely.

"This is Kim, my girlfriend." Brody looked around conspiratorially before leaning in a bit. "She's actually Jemma and Macy's little sister, but you didn't hear that from me," Brody made a small zip sign.

"Don't worry, ma'am, your secret's safe with me," Mr. Garner winked as Brody typed in his PIN code.

"No, Kim, your lunch is on me today," Brody stopped me from punching in my own code. "Just not tomorrow. You're paying for my lunch tomorrow."

"You're such a gentleman," I rolled my eyes.

"Why thank you, Princess Kimberly," Brody laughed. "Where shall we sit, milady?" He winked almost suggestively.

"I promised I'd meet Ja- Jemma and Macy a-and Melody over there," I stumbled over my words again as I tried to say a simple question. There the name popped up again, the forbidden name of the boy I had fallen for but had rebuffed me, reminding me of my place, my status next to Jemma.

"Kim? Are you okay?" Brody asked, concerned. He'd caught my stuttering and difficulty speaking such a simple and would-be casual answer. After setting down his tray, he pulled back a chair for me and sat down right beside me.

"Y-Yeah, I am... it's just a bit disorienting in here," I lied unconvincingly.

"Are you sure?" Brody gave me a long, calculating stare. One arm was around my shoulders, but suddenly, I was enveloped in his arms. "You're not hot," he said, pulling away slightly to feel my forehead. Then, grabbing my wrist gently, he checked my pulse. "Your heart's beating rather fast," he commented. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

"I'm just... it's a real, personal matter that's throwing me off course," I mumbled, looking away sheepishly.

"Well, if you ever need to talk to me, I'm here. Oh! Do we have each other's phone numbers?" Brody asked, taking out his phone and successfully changing the subject.

"Not our cell phone numbers... Hey, that means we dated each other for that long without each other's phone numbers?" I stared at him "incredulously." Hanging with your actress sisters had its benefits.

"Wow," Brody chuckled. "Who would've known..."

The mood dimmed a bit as somehow Jack came up in my line of thought.

"Brody..." I whispered.

"Hm?" Jack... ARGH - I meant Brody - turned to give me his undivided attention.

"It's about Jack Brewer, from the Wasabi Dojo in the Seaford Strip Mall." I looked up into his eyes.

If you had any idea how sorry I am right now, you'd be swallowed by a mountain full of papers saying, "I'm Sorry." Over and over and over again. But I had a project due RIGHT before exams, then final exams (where I had to call my mom a billion times to have her bring my textbooks in to return them) and then graduation (where I had to play a song that takes me a while to master - about a month and a half, and it wasn't really good until the day before - oops.) and then so on and so on. But now I have a new laptop, so I'll try to update more often.

To make it up to you, I have a little challenge that isn't a challenge, it's more of a did-you-read-all-of-my-A/N-puzzle. The question is: who is Macy Crawford's Love interest?

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