Disclaimer: I do not own JONAS.
A/N: We now have 100 subscribers in the Pure Horace Mantis Community - and a special shout out to fightingillini for being #100! To celebrate the milestone, we are going to post 10 challenges with 10 prompts each for a total of 100 prompt options. Hopefully this will be a fun way to get some new stories for the section. The plan is to post one new challenge a week for ten week with a new challenge on my profile every Wednesday. If you have any questions or challenge ideas, please feel free to send me a PM (trust me, you don't want me to write them all). The first one is a simple quotation response - not very original, I know, but I didn't quite expect to go from 93 subscribers to 100 in less than a day.
To kick it off, here is my very hasty response to the challenge.
"Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love." – Jane Austen
Macy wasn't surprised to receive the phone call from Stella, but she had certainly hoped that it would never happen. It was the one thing that she had really wanted to be wrong about.
"Hey Stella, what's up?" She asked distractedly, answering the phone on her way to class while simultaneously trying to remember if she had locked her dorm room on her way out the door. She froze as soon as she heard the sound of her best friend sobbing on the other end. "Stell, what's wrong?" She asked, panic evident in her voice.
It took a few moments before the blonde managed to choke out, "He has a girlfriend."
She didn't even need to ask who the boy in question was; with Stella it could only be Joe Lucas. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry."
"He called to tell me, and he sounded so happy and excited," Stella said. And then she burst out, "He was supposed to wait for me until I was ready. He wasn't supposed to fall in love with someone else."
Macy bit her lip. Part of her wanted to remind Stella that she had told her she was waiting too long – that there wasn't going to be a perfect, magical moment for Joe and Stella to start dating, but she couldn't say that to her friend – not now when her heart was breaking. Instead she murmured, "I know. I'm so sorry."
"And of course she's gorgeous and famous and," this last part she spit out with obvious distaste, "nice. Macy, she's practically perfect. And she has my Joe."
Macy didn't ask the girlfriend's name, pretty sure it was the lead singer of the band opening for the boys on tour. The pretty redhead was currently the darling of the press, and photos of the two of them had been surfacing on the web for weeks.
Before Macy could respond, Stella gasped out, "I can't…" she stopped and then continued, "I can't talk about it. I thought I could, but I can't."
And then she was gone.
Macy had no idea what to do. It was clear that she wasn't going to make it to Economics, but she couldn't just sit around waiting for Stella to call her back. Her best friend needed her. Stella was a less than two hours away by plane and about six hours by car. A last minute plane ticket was way more than she could afford. She knew that if she called Kevin, he would happily pay for it, but then she would have to explain why she needed to get to Stella so quickly. She was pretty sure Stella didn't want Joe to know that she was having an emotional breakdown, and Kevin couldn't keep a secret to save his life.
That left driving.
Glancing down at her watch, she figured if she ran back to her room and threw some stuff into a bag, she could make it to Stella's by seven-thirty or eight, depending on traffic.
Exactly six hours and forty-six minutes later, she was standing in front of Stella's apartment with her arms full. She used her elbow to ring the door bell and waited. When no one came to the door, she leaned on the buzzer. She could hear a voice yell from inside, "Go away!"
"But Stella," she said loudly, "I just got here."
She could hear footsteps approaching and removed her elbow from the doorbell.
"Macy?" Stella asked in surprise as she threw open the door.
"Hi, Stella!" She answered cheerfully in response, knowing immediately that she had done the right thing in dropping everything to drive down. She had never seen her best friend look that bad – Stella's hair hung limp and dull around her shoulders, her eyes were red and puffy, and she was wearing a pair of old sweats that Macy was pretty sure had once belonged to Joe.
Stella blinked before saying, "What are you doing here? Don't you have class tomorrow?"
"My best friend's broken heart is way more important than any class. Plus," Macy made incredibly fake coughing sounds, "I think I feel a cold coming on, and I'm going to be much too ill to attend classes tomorrow. At least that's what I'm going to e-mail to my professors in the morning," she added with a grin. Then she held up the bags in her hands, "I've got chocolate ice cream, girl power movies, nail polish and I borrowed a dart board from the guys down the hall in case we wanted to throw darts at her picture." She paused before saying, "I wasn't sure if we hated her or not."
Stella's eyes filled up with tears. "You're the best friend ever, Mace."
Setting her bags on the ground, she reached out and hugged Stella. "It's going to be okay, I promise. We'll get through this somehow."