I got sick.

Very, extreamly sick again.

Sorry for not updating.

But I am now.

Okay.

On With the story.

Nick's mouth was near miy shoulder, trying to stifle a laugh. His hot air on my bare skin gave me goose bumps around the area. I kept my eye's closed, and gently shifted my position before I heard the door fly open. "Where's. Joe?" she asked. We both rubbed open our eye's for effect, and looked at her. I giggled, even though I would have been rolling around on the ground laughing.

She was covered in baby powder, baking sode, flour, and baking powder.

"Why do you need him?" Nick asked with a straight face. He should be in a T.V. show or something, because he is great it this.

"Why? HE DID THIS TO ME!" She yelled. "All I did was get out of the shower, and start blow drying my hair, just like I do everyday. But today, he loaded my blowdryer with this dispicable powder! I know it was him! Nick, your parents are too mature to do this, Kevin is to sweet, plus he's scared of me. You two were in bed, so that leaves Joe!"

"Good point. Go blast his head off." I said. Nick looked at me as if I were insane. "And use this." I handed her one of my Stehletto's, knowing that she would never use one of her own. She smiled evily, and ran out the door.

"Why did you tell him to take his head off? I mean, I know this is a plan to do the better for him and Stella, but he is my brother! The band wouldn't be the same without him!" I laughed.

"Chill, it will be goodl entertainment." I pointed to the door.

"And that is why you are my best friend." he said, and we ran to the window, and opened it a crack. The other boys and his mom were sitting down infront of the fire.

"JOE!" we heard from the door below us. Joe looked over to see Stella walking slowly towards him. His smile turned to a look of fright.

"Okay. As much as I would have wanted to, I did not do this!" Perfect! Now that Joe had said he would have wanted to, he will get in trouble anyway.

"You are the only one in this house that would want to, Joseph. So I am giving you the official count of three before I attack you with Macy's shoe. One..." He took of his shoes. "Two...." he was about to ditch his jaket, when she flung herself after him.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO THREE?" He screamed.

"THREE IS FOR BOYS WHO DON'T FILL UP THEIR FRIENDS HAIRDRYERS WITH BACKING POWDER!" She screamed, and took an aim. The shoe flung out of her hand, and hit him in the back below the neck, causeing his the colapes on the ground. Before he knew it, Stella was ontop of him, pulling at everything she could.

"Aren't you gonna help him?" I called down to the remaining family, who shook their heads.

"Nahh. He deserves this." Nick laughed.

"Hey Stella." Nick yelled. The blonde stopped, and looked up at the window. "Joe's right. It wasn't him who did it." he held up the bottle of baby-powder. Slowly, she stood up, deathglare in her eye's. She made a mad sprint towards the house. "Crap. Here, I know where to hide." he grabbed my wrist, and pulled me into the washroom, locking the door and turing off the light.

"She will know we are in here." I whispered. Through the darkness, he grabbed my shoulder and let me into the closet. The towel closet. He reached behind him, and pulled out a small flashlight. That's when I realized how small the closet actually is.

And how close together we are.

Are faces are super close, and I swear he glows like a god in the small light. I smile, and for comfort, wrap my arm around him. "See Misa, you of all people should know how to prank, and always have the right gear, and a hiding place." I laughed lightly.

"So you are a pranker?"

"Back in the day." We heard the bedroom door open. "You didn't lock the main door?"

"No. Your parents said not to." I defended. "Plus, I didn't want to raise suspition." we high-fived.

"We make a good team. We should always play match-maker." I nodded, agreeing to his statment. We heard her walk around the room, then leave. "Whew!"

"I know!" I breathed. "I think we should stay in here until she baths. Then maybe she will wash all the anger off."

"Yup." we slid down to the ground, very close to each-other. I rested my head on his shoulder. "Could you imagine if they were doing this to us?"

"What? Pulling pranks on us?"

"No. Trying to play match-maker with us." He shrugged, making my head go into the air. "Sorry."

"Do you think we would make a good couple?"

"Maybe. I mean, we are best friends. I have never loved a girl more than you."

"You, too." I smiled up at him, "I mean... a guy. Well, you were one of my first guy friends. And I thank you for that..." he pulled me tighter and pressed the side of his head to the top of mine. Then we heard two steps of footprints coming in our bathroom.

Oh Crap.

"I can't believe it!" Nick and I looked through the key-hole to see Stella and Joe looking at themselves in the mirror. "Why would they do such a thing?"

"I don't know." Joe replied, brushing off the remaining bit's of powder from her face. "Maybe they are doing to us what we are doing to them...?"

"And that would be?"

"Playing matchmaker. I mean, you hate me, then you forgive me. You learn to trust me more. And then you are attracted to my amazing charm and fabulosa good looks." Nick and a both gasped.

"Did you hear that?" I asked. "They are playing match-maker with us."

"I know." he whispered back.

"That makes scence." She said. "Who knew you could be so deep."

"I have my moments." they pulled each-other in for a hug. "But just so we don't let them have the best of us, we will not get together!" he said, and she nodded.

"Right!! Now I have a little revenge of my own. Do we have a cold freezer here?" he nodded. "Okay, now lets go get her bra's..." my eye's felt like they popped open, and a looked down my shirt.

"HA! AT LEAST I HAVE MY FAVORITE ONE ON!" I whispered- yelled. Feeling Nick burst into laughter. "What?"

"You girls are so funny. But I have to say, I am shocked that they have it in them. To play matchmaker with us..."

"I say we show them who they are messing with. Macy Misa and Nick Lucas are not to be messed with." I said. "Let's not get together."

"Okay. Tru-dat!" I was about to open the door, when his hand was wrapped around my arm, pulling me back and whipping me into a stack of blankets. Before I could even gasp, my mouth was covered with his. It was with great force, and his arms were tightly around my waist. It took me a second to respond, but when I did, I put both my hands in his curls, wrapping them around my fingers. After a while. we pulled away gasping. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

"Nothing to appoligize about." I whispered back. "But why..."

"If we have to not get together, then that would have killed me."

"So we are together?"

"If you want to be."

"Then we are."

"Okay."

"Fine"

"Good."

"Good."

I leaned forward, and kissed him one more time, then pulled back, and slapped him across the face. "Pinch my butt."

"What?"

"Seriously. I slapped you across the face, making you angry. The thing that makes me the most angry in the world is someone pinching my butt."

"But why do you want to be mad?"

"So we can get into the biggest fake argument ever!"

"Okay then." I turned around, and opened the door, and at the last minute, felt his hand pinching my butt.

I want to punch him now.

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Anyways... REVIEW PLEASE!!!

XOXOX

A VERY EXITED MOLLY!

P.S. Again, no time for spell-check. Gotta go pack! Sorry