Authors Note: This will (hopefully) be a series of Macy/Nick one shots. I'm putting my play list on shuffle and writing based on the title and lyrics of whatever song happens to come up. This could lead to some nonsense so bare with me. Please review and let me know what you think.

Song: It's You by Michelle Branch

Episode Relevancy: This takes place while the boys are getting ready to go on tour. So I guess after Exam Jam.

It's You

"Boys, hurry up! It's time to hit the road." Mr. Lucas's loud voice rang through the firehouse with determination. He would get the boys to their destination on time if it killed him.

"I thought we were leaving at nine." Joe grumbled as he trudged into the kitchen with his bags dragging behind him.

"We're supposed to be at the meeting by nine Joe." Nick answer, coming up behind him. Okay, so maybe getting the boys there on time would kill Mr. Lucas.

"I can't believe we're leaving for the tour!" Kevin exclaimed, bouncing into the kitchen and looking more awake than anyone had the right to at this hour.

"Technically the tour doesn't start for a few more days Kev." Nick reminded him, grabbing an apple and looking at it thoughtfully. In the end he decided he was too tired to eat just yet and stuck the apple in the front pocket of his bag.

"But the preparations are fun too. We get to see old friends from last years tour and meet new people too. I love meeting new people!" Kevin smiled. It was true. Kevin did enjoy getting to know people. It was one of his many endearing qualities.

"Does everyone have everything ready?" Mrs. Lucas asked as she entered the kitchen looking almost as frazzled as her husband. The boys seemed calm and relaxed about the upcoming tour. Their parents however…

"Do you?" She nearly screeched when no one answered her right away.

"Relax mom, we've done this before." Joe appeased her. She smiled shakily and nodded uncertainly.

"It's just that…"

Ding dong!

Before she could begin a rant about her motherly worries, the door bell rang. The Lucas family looked at each other in confusion, each wondering who it could be.

"Is Stella coming over for the send off?" Mr. Lucas asked. Joe shook his head sadly.

"No. We said goodbye last night." He answered. The family stood still for a moment before a small voice started them.

"Well here's a bright idea. Let's go see who it is." Frankie Lucas rolled his eyes and headed to the door. Moments later the Lucas family was greeted by the shining eyes and wide smile of Macy Misa.

"Speak slowly, they're easily confused in the morning." Frankie advised the petite brunette. Macy smiled nervously and fiddled with something in her hands.

"Macy! What are you doing here? Are you going to try and hide in our luggage so you can come on tour with us? Oh, I could totally help!" Kevin spoke up. Nick rolled his eyes and smacked his older brothers arm.

"What's up Mace?" Joe greeted, peering over her head hoping to see a certain blonde pop out.

"I just… I needed to see you before you all left. Actually I need to talk to Nick." She stuttered anxiously.

"Nick?" Kevin question.

"Him?" Joe asked pointing at Nick.

"Me?" Nick uttered. Macy nodded, not meeting anyone's eyes.

"Alright, you're father and I are going to double check some of the luggage. Boys, go load the rest of your bags in the car. And Macy take your time saying goodbye." Mrs. Lucas smiled, patting Macy's arm as she walked by.

"Not too much time though." Mr. Lucas muttered before following his wife. Frankie perched himself on a chair and watched as everyone left the room. He wasn't going to miss a second of this awkward goodbye. Things were already proving to be unusually quiet.

"So ah, I thought we said goodbye last night as Stella's." Nick finally spoke up.

"We did I just… Stella said something after you guys left that made me think…" She trailed off and looked away.

"What'd she say?" He asked, unsure of where this was headed. Macy had slowly but surely become a real friend to him. But she was still very unpredictable and sometimes that made him nervous. He was the kind of person that planned, and planned, and oh yeah… planned. Predictable was his way of life.

"Well she said that, that… you ah, you sometimes get anxious when you first leave for tour. She said that you usually listened to music the whole way there to calm down." She mumbled the last part. She was beginning to feel like and idiot for coming over in the first place.

"Yeah, I guess." He muttered, a little embarrassed that Stella had shared that with Macy. He was a private guy after all.

"So I uh, I couldn't really sleep when I got home last night. I brought you something." She finally blurted out, shoving an MP3 player towards him. He looked at the device and then at her. Her eyes were wide and hesitant. Almost hopeful.

"Is this yours?" He asked. She nodded meekly.

"It doesn't have any JONAS songs or anything, I have a separated one for that." She smiled a little. He found himself returning the smile before scrolling through the list of songs. He was surprised to find that he actually liked a lot of the music.

"I know it's kind of silly, of course you have your own music but I just…" She trailed off and wrung her hands together. Nick was quiet for another moment.

"No. It's perfect." He finally said, looking up to meet her eyes. She sucked in a breath and felt her heart constrict.

"Really?" She squeaked. He stepped closer and nodded.

"Yeah. I mean, I've listened to my own play lists like a million times. It's kind of fun listening to someone else's. It'll keep my mind off of my nerves." He added. She looked relived and happy. He felt a sense of pride in the fact that he had made her that happy. He couldn't help but think that he should do that more often.

"Good. I'm glad you like it." She replied, looking like she was going to run at him or run from him at any second. "So I should just…" She nodded towards the door.

"Wait." He found himself saying. Before he knew what was happening he was reaching into his pocket and pulling out his own MP3. He held it out to her with a genuine smile.

"Nick…" She shook her head and back away. "I can't."

"Why not? We'll trade until the next time we see each other. Besides, I don't need mine if I'm listening to yours." He pointed out. Her heart beat in overdrive as he took her hand and placed the MP3 in it. He let his fingers linger for a moment too long. She blushed and looked away.

"Okay, well… thank you." She finally said. He nodded.

"Thank you." He insisted.

"Have a good time on tour. I'll see you…" She bit her lip and waved before turning and leaving. Nick stared after her with a new look on his face.

"I should have made pop corn." Frankie spoke up from the corner of the kitchen. Nick jumped, and whirled around to face him.

"You were in here the whole time?" He practically yelled.

"I'm small… and stealth." He explained shrugging. Nick clenched his jaw and Frankie hopped off the chair.

"Frankie…" Nick growled.

"Macy's cool. She's kind of nuts but… a definite improvement over your previous crushes." He mentioned.

"My what? I- I am not… what are you…?" He stuttered frantically.

"Nick. I'm younger than you but, you can be a dope" He patted Nick on the arm in mock sympathy.

"But I-" Nick started to argue but loud footsteps interrupted him mid sentence. Macy hurried back into the kitchen looking flushed and out of breath.

"Macy?" Nick exclaimed in surprise. His ears burned at the thought of her hearing Frankie's accusations.

"I forgot one more thing." She replied. Before he could ask her what she forgot, her arms were around his neck and her body was closer to his that it ever had been before. He felt himself lean in to the embrace and wind his own arms around her small waste. Her warmth encompassed him and she pulled away far too soon.

"I'll miss you." She said quietly before turned and running back out of the room. Nick stood motionless and felt his skin tingle with new energy. Frankie smirked in triumph and reached over to hit 'play' on the MP3 player in Nick's hand.

"The light changes when you're in the room. Oh it's you, oh it's you…" The music poured into the kitchen lightly through the ear phones and Nick looked down. Finally, begrudgingly, he turned to Frankie.

"Fine. You win." He muttered. He was annoyed that his younger brother had seen it before him. Seen the light in Macy. The light that she brought to Nick. But then again, Frankie wasn't the one who had the fluttering in his stomach or a warmth on his skin. Frankie may have been right… but Nick had won.