A/N: This is one of those chapters which are kind of insignificantly significant. Like, it wouldn't feel right if I didn't put this up. Anyway, I promised myself I would publish this on Sunday but I have a lot of plans this weekend. We're celebrating a friend's birthday and I'm sleeping over at her house. Yay! Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Yadda, yadda, yadda. I do not own Jonas.

Chapter 8

It has been two weeks. The days went by like a blur and somehow I lost my sense of time. And direction, too. I don't know why but the memory of Macy happily hugging Randolf kept popping up on my mind whenever I was alone that I've been walking straight to lampposts and walls these past few days. It was like my sub-consciousness was telling me that I was jealous because I didn't get a 'sweet' hug like that from Macy ever since we came back from the tour. But that's just ridiculous. I like Macy as a friend and nothing more… I think.

It was Friday. I was so caught up in writing a new song in the atrium that I haven't noticed it was already 6:30 in the afternoon. The hallway was deserted and I remembered I left my jacket by the benches.

I walked towards the field but stopped at a shed when it started raining. There was someone standing there and getting drenched. I tried focusing my eyes and realized it was Macy. It felt so nostalgic. I looked at her. Her eyes were closed. I walked a little bit closer then I saw tear stains on her face. She was crying. I just stood there, looking at her small figure. It rain started to lighten a few moments later but I didn't make a move.

I finally understood why she was there last time. I finally understood the words she said that afternoon. I finally understood why she liked the rain.

She liked the rain because just like her smiles, the rain covers up her misery. Her tears.

I wanted to ran up to her and stop her tears from falling but that was not my job. That's Randolf's. But we're friends and friends help each other, right?

And with that excuse in mind, I went to where she was. Upon seeing me, Macy crumbled to the ground. I didn't know what else to do I just embraced her. She hugged me back so tightly that it felt as if she was going to die if she'd let go. Well, this wasn't the kind of hug I had in mind. I don't know if this was a good kind of hug or a bad one. It wasn't like the one she and Randolf shared that afternoon. It was so full of emotions; all mixed up and unrecognizable but I was able to recognize one. It was hurt.

And if I had to describe this moment right now, the perfect word would be 'bittersweet'.

Unfortunately, nothing changed between me and Macy. The only upside I noticed was that I haven't seen her with Randolf lately. I still don't know why she was crying that afternoon and I just couldn't bring up something like that over lunch where Stella and my brothers could hear. I haven't got the chance to talk to her alone since she's always at practice. She seems almost inhuman with all the sports she's joined Friday afternoon she looked so lonely even after we parted ways that I thought she'd be gloomy the next week but she never ceases to surprise me. She practically waltzed right in like that incident never happened.

Ever since Tuesday morning, I've made it a point to glance at her every chance I get just to see if she still felt down but there was not trace of sadness on her face at all. And that just made me more curious. Did I just imagine all of that? No, that can't be. I can still feel how her brown locks felt in my hands.

I'm certain that that wasn't just my imagination on overdrive. The lingering smell of strawberries and vanilla on my uniform is evidence enough.

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