Disclaimer: None of the characters or settings related to the TV show JONAS belong to me!!! Please don't sue!!

Macy Misa never graduated from Horace Mantis. She didn't become pregnant, or die of a broken heart. Nor did she become a teenage tearaway or drunken dropout. It was all Stella Malone's fault anyway.

"Aww Stella!" moaned Macy, dragging her converse-shod feet along the grey sidewalk.

"Macy, it's just a dance class. I need to learn about costumes, and fabrics and overcast stitches and tutus... Macy, I need to wear a tutu!" Stella replied, staring dreamily into the sky, no doubt imagining romantic scarves and sugary pink chiffon floating everywhere.

"Yeah, and I have to be here because...?" Macy grumbled.

"Because your tennis coach said that it would improve agility!" Stella reprimanded and, grabbing Macy by the hand, tugged her through the studio door into a world of bun nets and satin shoes. Macy Misa didn't do satin.

It was just Macy and Macy's mom. Macy liked it like that. Her mom was busy a lot of the time, helping out her charity and running her thrift store, leaving Macy alone for most of the day. Macy liked that too. It meant she could do what she wanted, and she wanted to play sport and listen to JONAS.

So she did.

Ballet isn't beautiful, it's an illusion. Ballet is made up of sweat, blood and tears. It takes an athlete to dance, but it takes an artist to be a dancer. When everyone else twirled and pointed their way through the exercises, Macy stumbled and tripped over her feet. When everyone else smiled and sparkled at the teacher, Macy scowled and, at times, wanted to bang her head against the wall. Her feet didn't listen, her body didn't bend right and her face furrowed with effort.

On learning that tutus would be way out of the question for the next five or six years, Stella hung up her ballet slippers and picked up her needle. But a Misa doesn't quit.

Macy loved JONAS. She practically worshipped the ground they walked on. She was a super fan, and she had a job to do. She bought all the paraphernalia and memorabilia associated with JONAS, even that shirt that Frankie mass-produced. She listened to the music religiously and updated her website.

A Misa takes things seriously.

But nobody ever asked her why she liked Jonas... they assumed it was the rock edge they brought to their songs and the boys themselves.

They were wrong.

Macy hated dance class, but it was the wrong sort of hate. It wasn't that she didn't like it, she just couldn't do it. She didn't look like the other girls, she looked... wrong.

"Macy, don't hold back." Her teacher would say, "Just dance. Try and smile. Just enjoy it!"

A Misa doesn't let out emotions, a Misa doesn't cry. Not when they're tackled in soccer or sprain a wrist in gymnastics. A Misa locks away their heart so they don't get hurt.

Her dad taught her that.

Macy liked JONAS because she could let go when she listened. Every note they sang filled her with glorious teenage hopes and dreams. She loved them because they connected with her. They understood her. Her CD was like a best friend that she could listen to whenever she wanted. It was way better than calling Stella at 3 in the morning, because Stella needs her beauty sleep...

...and yes, that was a direct quote.

It was a Tuesday night when it finally clicked. She was learning a short variation. Technically, she was good but everyone else was that little bit better. Jenny had perfectly arched feet. Clarissa had turnout to die for. Macy had nothing.

The teacher sighed, "Girls, if you can't give me something, you should just go home. Learn from Agnes de Mille."

Blank looks were thrown at the teacher.

"Many other women kicked higher, balanced longer, or turned faster. These are poor substitutes for passion." She shook her head, "Try and... just dance like nobody's watching."

When Macy met JONAS, she wanted to cry. These boys who she knew and loved, they weren't how they were supposed to be. They didn't like her. Yes, she may be a little over the top but she felt like they were already best friends.

They weren't.

Who else would embarrass her in front of Malcolm Meckle or avoid her in the halls. Could she help it that she hit them with a variety of sports equipment? They couldn't be the guys from her CD. Those guys wouldn't do that to her.

But they did.

"Dance like nobody's watching."

Macy remember how it felt when she was in her room, listing to JONAS. She would dance around with a hairbrush, miming along and having a great time. It was when she felt the most beautiful, the most special, the most her.

So Macy danced.

She danced for her Mom and her Dad, for Stella but most importantly, for herself.

She smiled and sparkled like the others, but she was even brighter. She still wasn't the same as them. She was the best.

Because that's what a Misa does. They are the best.

When Macy Misa was ten, she learnt how to dance. When she was thirteen, she became a dancer. She became addicted to dance, to the release that it gave her. So when Nick hid in the boy's bathroom when she walked past, she ran to the gym and just danced. When she learnt she couldn't sing, she told herself that dance is the song of the body.

Macy was sweet and caring. Van Dyke picked her in PE because she had a wicked curve ball and Daisy picked her in biology because she could easily dissect a frog without throwing up and didn't mind helping others. In short, it was only the Lucas brothers who didn't like her and well, they stole Stella.

Stella worked for them and went to premieres with them. In the end, she had to choose, Macy's recital or a concert in Ohio. She had to do her job. Macy was really good but Stella missed it. They were best friends, like sisters, but Stella was kind of obsessed by fashion and JONAS. She got caught up in the A list and celebrities and Joe.

It's cool. Macy has other friends too. She had Van Dyke and all the other jocks. It's just that Stella was her best friend and now, she was the best friend of JONAS. Little Macy Misa just doesn't compare.

Please tell me what you think! It's my first story so I would adore some help!

XOXO Vi