It's my first JONAS fic so please don't be harsh. Also I want to warning you all... I'm horrible at typing. This is for suburbs and Loved-Invention- the two greatest fanfic authors a girl could ask for (not kidding, go read their work!)

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Goodbye

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I thought I was completely over him. Maybe not as much as I wanted to be but I could have sworn that any left over feelings I had for him were just that- cold gross left overs. Joe was not the first person to say that I was off-beat, obsessed, or down right crazy but I'm pretty sure he was the second or third. And despite all my flaws he said I was irresistibly cute and when he did, my heart fluttered. I'm not sure what I did that made Joe gather the courage to ask me out on a date. All along I thought it was plainly obivous he liked Stella. Thinking back now, Stella never really mentioned that she liked him at all or Joe liking Stella as well. Maybe it was just me.

I thanked the skys for Stella, she came by to solve my 'what to wear for the date' problem and eased my nerves. I don't think I would have made it out the bathroom as cool and collective as she made me.

Then, Joe of JONAS arrived.

Stella pushed me out the door and I could have died seeing him softly sucking on his lip, leaning casually by his car. His hand slipped into mine and I tripped as we made our way to the passenger side of the car. He caught me, mid-stumble, just before the big fall.

"Bit clumsy arn't you? Wouldn't want to see those knees scraped for the big tennis match on Friday." He said.

Joe Lucas was better than any perfect guy a girl could dream up. He remembered every single thing I said, he attended all my games, and he had by far the best knee-weakening kiss I've ever experienced.

And just as our spark of romance flickered into a flame, it sizzled out just like how the warm sun changes heat as the summer morphs into fall.

It was undescribably hard seeing Joe down the hall ways of Horice Mantis dressed out in plaid and as happy as ever. Stella was a bit occupied warming up her delivery boy crush to noticed I was crumbling apart. Oddly enough, I couldn't bring myself to hate the boy who was causing me so much anguish. It was like a suffocating ache on my hcest everytime I saw him smile at me that I couldn't get rid of. All I have of Joe is good memories and how could I hate someone who once made me so happy?

So life rolled on and the separation of distance and 'growing up' lead me to the farthest place I could go to get away from Joe; France. I had built my tennis career here and the trainers were unbelievably great. So while I'm on my way to a professional athletic career, Joe was still rocking out. And though it's been years since I've seen him in person I'll be ashamed to admit I still dream of being in his arms swaying side to side to the beat of his heart. Just like we used to.

There are times when I still tear up at the old pictures I still keep around. I hide them in a box that I stuff under my pillows. When I'm having a crappy day, I pulled the pictures out and I smile. There was a time when Stella found them during a quick visit. She scolded me.

"You have the entire sinlge male population of France in your hands and you still have these pictures around?" Stella yelled, "It's been six years and you're still not over him?"

I frowned, "I'm over it. There's just somethings worth keeping."

When I lose a game or have a terrible work out I listen to our song which just so happens to be 'Lovebug'. We used to sing along to his song during that space of time when we sat in his car parked in the front of my house after the date was over. I didn't want to leave and he held my hand to show me he didn't want me to go. At least not yet. It was hilarious to hear how our voices blended horrible with the 'Lovebug' track. My stomach would ache and I would always be breathless... until he gave me those kisses that made me thank the Lord I was sitting down. And shamefully, even if it's been years since he said goodbye, if I tried hard enough, I could still remember the sensation of his lips on mine. My knees still buckle but I know my memory won't do him justice.

"Macy, you remember Joe. Right?" Stella stood in the middle of Joe and I, "He was sort of your high school sweetheart type of deal..."

I kept my hands by my side when Joe extended his for a handshake.

"Who could forget?" I breathed out.

I thought I was completely over Joe but the rush of memories that I have been terrible at surpressing became unbearable. Everything concentrated in the middle of my chest that I was surprised that I didn't create a black hole from all the immense pressure I had in me.

"Well I'll let you two catch up. There's some cute French boys that I must... Oh la la!" Stella grinned as she ran across the wet street to greet some new friends.

Joe turned to me and gave me a smile that I used to go fan crazy for. All I had now was I hollow thud in my stomach when I think about it.

"I can't believe you live in France." He gulped.

I looked down, "Some of the best tennis trainers are located here."

"Oh."

Joe hadn't change a bit since the last time I saw him at school. A week before our Senior year closed he and his brothers left to embark on a summer tour in Europe.

"You still look beautiful, Mace." Joe mumbled.

I closed my eyes, "Joe, you've made it hard enough. Don't make it insufferable."

"Stella told me you still have some of those pictures-"

"I do." I cut off.

Joe ran his hands through his curly locks, "Mace, I know what we had was great but there's no use of hoping it might happen again. I wish it could but I learned we have to be grateful that we happened. I know I'll never forget you or your silly little fan moments."

"Likewise." I frowned. I didn't want to accept what I've known all along. Joe and I were like some freak natural occurrence like snowfall at the end of summer, a comet, two full moons in one month, or raining frogs. So in that chilly afternoon, I faced my high school demons once again. Just as I thought I was about to lose part of my soul, a pair of warm lips pressed against mine. My knees didn't buckle, no, my whole world came crashing down at the discovery that we were still a perfect fit. And it killed me to look at Joe now.

"I have to go." I whispered.

"What?"

"Goodbye." I said.

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It's going to be kept a oneshot for now. I'm not too sure if I'm up for the task of making it a fully fledge story with the glitz and glam.

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