A/N: Yeah, I was kinda down when I wrote this but it still ended kinda sweet though... I think. Anyway, I'm kinda out of ideas now so I wrote the ending already. Chapter 15! Wew. The ending's kind of cliche but maybe I'll change it during Christmas break(when I can think straight without worrying about grades). Yay! I've already spoiled how many chapters this fic will be so maybe I'll stop talking here. XD

Disclaimer: I do not own Jonas. I want them as a birthday/Christmas gift though. ;)

Chapter 6

Who knew I'd be here, playing softball with Macy and alone, the day before the tour? I definitely didn't see it coming.

"Are you sure, you're fine being here? I might get kinda angsty. I might accidentally hit you or something and it's the day before you leave for Los Angeles." She asked with pure concern in her eyes. Since when have I been reading her eyes? This is weird.

"Trust me, it's okay. I'd rather be here than listen to my dad talk about how excited he is for the tour."

"Okay, then. Here it goes." She tried to smile through her lashes.

I looked at her. She looked so amazing holding a bat, ready to swing and full of determination.

"This is for all the times I was a coward." Swing. She looked at me. "Your turn, Nick."

"Uh, okay. This one's for me falling too hard too fast." Swing. "That felt good, Mace but you should take it from here. I'll just watch."

"Okay. That was a good one, by the way. Um, this one's for being weak." Swing.

Her eyes became watery all of a sudden but still full of determination.

"This one's for being not good enough." Swing.

This time, I started to walk to her. I think she had enough. I looked at her face. She's crying.

"This one's for…" Sob.

I took the bat from her and hugged her. "Mace, that's enough. And, wow. You really could get all angsty when you want to, don't you?" I said, jokingly.

She laughed between her tears. I stroked her hair and let go of her once the sobs stopped.

"If you're being troubled by all those thoughts, I have something to say to you and listen carefully." Take one deep breathe, Lucas. I looked at her, trying to read her expression. She looked like she was going to crumble. I bet she felt like it too.

"You're not weak; you're probably the strongest girl I know. You may not be good enough for others but you're much more than that to us. And I'm pretty sure Randolf's regretting he let go of a girl like you." I smiled at her again.

She looked at me. "I'm glad I have you guys. But you're all leaving this summer. Stella's off for internship and you three on tour. I guess the thought of being alone just added up to my misery."

"We'll all gonna be in touch, okay?" I said, trying to comfort her.

I walked her home. We were so quiet on the way but it felt nice. I felt so comfortable walking with her that I didn't notice we were already on their front porch.

"Thanks, Nick." And she hugged me. I hugged her back. She smelled like strawberries and vanilla. Sweet and gentle but at the same time intoxicating. I reveled at her warmth that I almost didn't want to let go but she sighed then let her hands fall back to her sides. I took that as a sign to let go too.

"Bye, Nick. And remember to take pictures of you guys for me." She finally said when she noticed I went quiet after the hug.

"Bye, Mace. Hope you have a good sleep tonight." I smile at her. I heard her giggle as she opened the door.

I walked back to the firehouse where I was interrogated by my brothers as to why I was missing in action for almost 3 hours but I didn't tell them what happened of course. And with a smiled pasted to my face, I flew off to Los Angeles.

What a memory to take with me.

A/N: How was it? Good? Bad? And what do you expect to happen next especially now that the boys went to L.A.? Lemme know. ;)