A/N: Ugh. I gotta start trying to make my chapters long. -_- Anyway, thanks for the reviews and alerts! Thanks for reading my fic. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Jonas. Sigh.

Chapter 3

That night, I couldn't sleep. There was something about Macy that afternoon that kept on bothering me. We're friends, it's normal for me to care about her. Something was troubling her and I'm going to ask her what tomorrow. Yeah, I'll do that. A couple more toss and turns, I fell asleep.

Morning came. The three of us walked up to Stella.

"My, you three look great."

"Duh. Stella Malone designed this." Joe said while obviously trying to please Stella.

"See you later, guys. I just remembered it's frog dissection day and I gotta stop them. Wait for me, beloved froggies!" There goes Kevin.

"Uh, so where's Macy, Stell?"

For a moment, Stella's happy face somehow turned dark but then returned to the happy one in a matter of seconds.

"Oh.. Macy. Um, she's at home. She got sick. Her mom told me." Something tells me Stella's lying. Either it's the short sentences or the smile she's trying so hard to keep on her face.

"Okay. Well, thank you. You see, she seemed kind of down yesterday. I saw her by the benches. Do you know why?" They're bestfriends. I'm sure she knows.

"Ah.. Randolf and Macy fought yesterday. But it was just a little one. I guess she was just stressed."

Brrriiiiiiing! Briiiiinnngg!

"Oops, there goes the bell. Gotta run. Bye, you two!"

Well, then off to Spanish class. Note to self, visit Macy later.

Ding dong. Ding dong.

Mrs. Misa came out. She looks kinda dazed and worried.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Misa. Is Macy home? I'm here to give her a copy of today's homework."

"Oh, thank you. I'm just gonna give it to her later. She's resting." Smile.

I guess she really got her personality from her folks. Almost the same smile.

Seeing that I probably won't be allowed to come in, I left. On my way home, I passed by the old park. It was a favorite place of mine. I used to play there with my brothers before we became famous.

I roamed around a bit taking in the beauty of the place. Sweet nostalgia. Still the same but also kind of different. And unexpectedly, I saw a familiar brunette sitting under a tree. It looked so perfect. A photograph won't do it justice.

"Hi there, Mace."

"Nick." Smile.

"Heard you were sick but what are you doing here? I just came by your house a few minutes ago." I asked. Clearly, she was fine. There were dark circles under her eyes but she didn't look like she has the cold.

"Oh... I was... Uh, you see—"

"Okay, okay. Stop, Mace. You didn't want to go to school today. That's fine. But really, what's up?"

"Nothing." She looked at something so far away.

"I know it's not 'nothing', Macy. You can tell me. We're friends, right? I can listen." I didn't want to pry but I seriously think it would help her if she gets it out of her system just like me with song writing.

"No, it's absolutely nothing, Nick." Is it just me or is she getting thinner? She looked too fragile. I wanted to hug her but that contradicts my notions of her being super strong. She's Macy for Pete's sake!

"Tell me." I stared at her.