What do you get when you feel like writing a oneshot, but don't really have any plans as to where you're going with it? This.

I seriously apologize that this isn't better. Usually, I have at least some idea of where I'm going with it, but today… I kind of tried to write it as interpreting her thoughts, but not being in the first person form…

Eh, I know it doesn't deserve reviews, so I'm not even going to ask for any. Lol

Disclaimer: I own not the gloomy girl, cheerful boy, or weird named school.

It's not because of him that she looked forward to going to school. School is a wonderful place to her (okay, so that's a lie). Macy watched her steps, her breathing matching each beat of her feet meeting the ground.

History was boring. Science was bland. Any type of math made her queasy. Art was pointless. Music was too basic to entertain her, and any other subjects didn't fall into the "dislike" or "like" category, because she just didn't care.

So sports was the only thing she looked forward to.

And seeing him.

Shut up.

The brunette internally scolded herself for such thoughts, having made a promise to herself that she would ignore the feeling.

The fluttering in her stomach, the tingling over her skin, and the heat on her face.

Such annoying feelings.

It wasn't as if he'd ever see you-not like that. They were just friends, and she wouldn't give that status up since she earned it, now that she'd gotten over her obsession. The sound of cars passing on the street went unnoticed as she took relaxing breathes.

There wasn't any point in getting excited. Macy didn't understand why she got so excited to enter the door of Horace Mantis. Being there almost all day for five days a week, you'd think she'd get sick of the place.

No.

Just the thought of him being there-the thought of seeing his face got her out of bed and rushing out the door to school. There wasn't much point in hurrying, though. It wasn't as if she got to see him anymore the earlier she arrived.

Stella, amazingly, had no idea. It thrilled Macy that she had kept it a secret this long. Besides, she wasn't sure how her blonde friend would feel about it- encourage her or ignore it? The three boys were her life long friends, after all.

Macy had just recently joined their tight circle-and still had to fight and squeeze occasionally just to be in it. There was no use feeling sorry for herself, she told herself firmly, pulling her slipping backpack into its rightful place on her shoulder.

Greetings filled her ear when she entered the school, none of them were ignored but Macy had to fake a smile. Her thoughts were very deep this particular morning, for some reason.

Being one of the star athletes made her a well known face, and Macy smiled at the thought. Just like the three brothers, she was known by everyone in school. At least in that one way she equaled him. Although, she still wasn't as popular.

"Hey, Mace,"

As if fate would have it, he leaned against the locker next to hers and glanced around to see where his brothers had scampered off to. Throwing her books into the locker with a little more force then necessary, Macy swallowed and tried to come up with a response.

"Hi."

"You okay?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, apparently catching her tone.

"Just thinking." She muttered, not voicing the fact that she was thinking about him, "I have to get to class."

"The bell didn't even ring yet." His voice called after her as she walked away, down the hallway. His rapid footsteps could be heard, and in a moment he was blocking her path.

"Mace, what's wrong?" the softness in his tone made her sigh as she attempted to ignore his hands on each of her shoulders.

"I'm fine." She shrugged slightly, mind quickly traveling the weight of his hands. He looked unconvinced so she only rolled her eyes to put another layer on her façade before speaking again, "Really."

"I don't believe you." He stated, studying her carefully after letting his hands drop. Macy wanted to just blurt it all out-tell him the truth. Things would be more complicated, but at least he'd know.

"I have to get to class." Macy mumbled, lowering her eyes before stepping past him. Silently, she begged him to call her back or keep her from walking away again, but of course he didn't.

"Mace, wait a second," he called moments later than you would have expected, and she reluctantly turned to see him walking up to her, "Here, this must have fallen out of your locker."

Taking the small notebook from his hands, Macy tried not to blush at the brief contact from his fingers. It was suddenly a little easier to smile at him, "Thanks."

"I hope your day gets better." He spoke softly with sincerity written on his face before leaning down to press his lips briefly to her right cheek before rushing off.

Macy's hand flew up to the tingling skin on her face as a small smile formed, her eyes twinkling.

It already did.

As I said- I don't really expect any reviews.

Hope you enjoy it to some extent, though. :)

Oh, you know what? Scratch that- I want reviews! All I ask is for you to tell me which of the brothers you imagined in this. I'd seriously appreciate it!