Hey! Mo here with chapter four!

Nick Lucas looked good.

Not just because he was, of course, a JONAS. Or a Lucas.

It was because he looked pure, he looked innocent, and he looked kind of, truly happy for the first time I'd seen him. We'd been around each other a lot lately, but I had a feeling that his current attitude was usually saved for his family and...girlfriends. I sighed before breaking my gaze from his and stepping into his room.

"Nick?" I asked quietly, taking another step into his well-lit room. I wondered if the family had chosen the room, because it was amazing. It was surely too big for just one family, and a large window took up most of the opposite wall. It directed attention toward the beautiful view of the beach. Maybe the Lucases got it just because Tom, Sandy, and Frankie were JONAS crew members. Not to mention the room would also be occupied by Joe and Kevin and an injured Nick. It was a little biased of the hospital, but even the most cold-hearted of nurses would go weak in the knees for a Lucas.

"That's apparently my name... I guess..." Nick laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair. I looked at his face closely. His gaze was averted toward the view of a beginning sunset through the window. I could see the child-like wonder etched into his face. Where had this Nick been all my life? And why wasn't he like this more often?

I looked toward Joe and Stella, who were talking quietly in the corner. The room was big enough for them to claim a spot of their own. Kevin sat next to Nick on the bed.

"Kevin, what does he remember?" I asked, hoping Nick wouldn't listen in too much. To my dismay, Nick turned his head toward Kevin.

"Oh. Well, he knows... not much, actually. The basic stuff. Breathing, walking, English. The memories are kind of gone right now, but the doctor said they'd come back eventually. As of now, he knows about JONAS... except, not about music. It won't take long since he's such a natural, but earlier he started singing and I could have sworn he shattered an ear drum." Kevin answered, subconsciously touching one of his ears. Nick blushed at this, turning away again. I could tell he was still listening. Joe caught on to the conversation and walked over, Stella in tow. He took up where Kevin left off.

"Yeah, he knows we're his brothers, too." Joe said.

"Except I'm still not so sure. I'm starting to believe I may have been adopted." Nick joked lightly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Joe rolled his eyes and angrily crossed his arms, in the proccess accidentally elbowing Stella and nudging me in the hip.

"Ow!" Stella growled. Joe shrugged, looking back to us.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Joe scoffed.

"I see what you mean." I said, looking back to Nick. Joe rolled his eyes again.

"Anyways, he knows that Stella is our friend and stylist, and you're our friend and number one super fan." Joe continued, soothingly rubbing Stella's arm where he'd elbowed her. It was my turn to roll my eyes. Nick probably thought I was some kind of freak. Did they tell him about the many accidents that may have fatally shortened their life spans? Or when I'd given Kevin a black eye with a haywire tennis racket, making them think I'd relapsed into the crazed fan again? I truthfully told that I just had lotion on my hands before I grabbed the racket for practice because they were dry, and I wasn't freaking out like I'd used to, but they were having none of it. Did he remember that? Or did his brothers tell him about-

"Do you remember..." I tensed up as Kevin spoke. He wasn't going to say something embarrassing about me, was he?

"What's going on with these two lovebirds?" Kevin finished, jabbing a finger at Joe and Stella.

"What?" They both exclaimed, taking steps away from one another.

"I don't really remember it, but I have a feeling that they're...dating?" Nick asked. He was still three points shy of a genius, amnesia or not. Though, it didn't require a genius to know that Stella and Joe liked each other.

"No!" They said in unison. I disregarded them and regrouped my attention toward Nick.

"What else do you remember? Anything new right now? Do you remember my name?" I asked eagerly. Did he remember me at all? Did he know he saved me? Did he know that...I may have been the cause of this whole accident?

"Well, you're... um... May... Mel... uh-" he struggled, running his hand through his messy curls again.

"Macy." I finished sadly. He didn't remember me at all.

"Yeah. Macy." he looked up, flashing me a brilliant smile. I could feel myself relapsing into a giddy JONAS fan-freak.

"Oh, Nick of JONAS." I murmured, allowing a goofy grin to take over my face. I shook my head quickly.

"I mean..." I trailed off, looking to the ground.

"You're so pretty!" Nick blurted out. I looked up again.

"What?" I exclaimed, wringing my hands. He blinked a couple times and shook his head.

"I didn't really- I don't want you to think that..." he trailed off, sighing. He started blubbering nervously. Joe shook his head and smiled at me.

"Ha, you should have heard what he was saying while you were gone, Macy. He kept going on and on about how pretty... well, I think his exact words were 'Why would I land myself in the friend zone with the hottest gir-"

"Okay, Joe, that's enough." Nick snapped, sending him a look.

"What? What are you guys talking about?" I asked, looking between them.

"Little Nicky has a gigantic crush on-"

"No one." Nick interrupted Joe again.

"You guys sure are confusing." I muttered, shifting uncomfortably. Who did Nick have a crush on? More importantly, why didn't he tell me before? Ugh, I bet it was that Fiona Sky. Or Penny again.

"Nick, did you remember anything else, anything at all?" I said, disregarding the last topic.

"All I can see when I close my eyes is the car." he whisper, holding his head.

"The car?" I asked, my voice wavering.

"The one that hit me." he replied, shaking his head as if to be rid of the memory.

"Nick, you pushed me out of the way." I said, my voice raising. He looked up curiously.

"You didn't tell him?" I asked the others in the room. My voice jumped up an octave.

"You didn't tell him." I repeated, but this time it wasn't a question.

"Macy, what's this about?" Nick asked accusingly.

"I'm the reason you're like this." I whispered. Anger flared up in his eyes.

"You... made me like this? What the hell did you do?" he yelled, standing up from the hospital cot.

"Nick..." Kevin said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"No, Kevin. He has to know. Nick, you pushed me out of the way of the car. You pushed me, and I knew that car was coming. I don't know, maybe I wanted to be the damsel in distress. Maybe I wanted to know that Nick Lucas was my hero, that he'd saved my life and I'd have a good reason to be obsessed with him. I saw that Suburban coming before you did, Nick. And I wanted you to save me. I was willing to risk your life to be saved by a rockstar." I said, shakily, my voice reaching near-hysteria.

And Joe promptly passed out.

A/N: Yay! Kinda. That was a little hard to write because I didn't know how to get the ending right, but I hope I did it justice. It's all yours, Grayson!

-Mo