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AN: This is for the PHM challenge 9. I chose the prompt to turn a classic into a JONAS story. I'm not telling you what the classic is until the end, or until someone guesses correctly! Also, fair warning, these are gonna be shorter chapters than I usually post. That's just the way the story came out.

A Little Bad

The scream filled the fire house and for several seconds the Lucas brothers merely sat, tense, at the table, debating silently whether or not they should go up and investigate. Kevin worried that the pet hamster he wasn't supposed to have had escaped its secret cage. Joe thought maybe Stella had found the hideous orange sweater his great-aunt Carol had given him and he'd hid in the depths of the Stellavator. Nick didn't care what had caused the scream, he just really hoped he didn't have to deal with the repercussions. Not daring to move their chairs the three slid out of their seats and tip-toed towards the door. The rabid fangirls outside were preferable to Stella in one of her moods.


"Go on," Joe gasped, "without me." He slumped against the side of a building, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

"Joe," Nick said, clutching his aching side, "they're gone. We lost them." Sure enough, the horde of crazed fans had disappeared nearly a block earlier. Their high-pitched cries couldn't even be heard in the distance anymore.

"Well, it doesn't matter. Because I'm going to pass out right here."

"Are you sure?" Kevin asked. "Because we're almost to Mrs. Misa's store."

"Fine," Joe huffed, pushing himself away from the wall and staggering down the street, "but they'd better have gotten a couch donated recently.

They had. Joe fell face-first into the hideous maroon cushions while Kevin explained their troubles to Macy and Nick tried to force his way onto the couch.

"Oh, yeah," Macy said uncomfortably, leaning over the counter to see how Nick was faring against Joe. Already tired, Nick decided to cut his losses and sat on the floor, resting his head on the arm of the couch. Macy continued, "I figured she'd be pretty angry when she saw the e-mail."

"Uh-bow uh?" Joe asked, his face still buried in the cushions.

Macy looked to Kevin for translation.

"About what?"

"Oh. About the new school dress code."

"What!" the brothers chorused. Joe tried to push himself off the couch but ended up falling off instead, his legs smacking Nick in the head. Nick pushed him away and took the couch for himself while Joe rushed to the counter.

"What did you say?" Joe asked.

"The new dress code," Macy said sadly. "It's really strict."

"Oh man!" Joe wailed. "I knew. I knew the minute they said the principal was leaving that something horrible would happen because of it."

"No you didn't," Nick snapped. "You wanted to throw a party."

"Which was kind of stupid," Kevin said, "because Principal Duncan was awesome."

"She really was," Macy agreed. "And now that she's gone Vice Principal Angeletti is really cracking down. Stella's gonna go nuts."

"Well," Nick began, "he's not really doing anything wrong. Just because Duncan was always so lenient doesn't mean everyone has to be."

"Nick," Joe said, "you do realize that Stella's probably going to have a nervous breakdown, right?"

"That's a bit extreme, don't you think?"

"That's the point!" Kevin said. "Stella's a bit extreme."

"She'll get over it," Nick said and rolled into the couch, pushing a pillow over his ear to block out their talking.

"Well," Joe sighed, "I suppose I'll head back to the house."

"Really?" Kevin asked, clearly frightened for his brother.

"Yeah. The longer she has to wait the worse it'll be when she finally gets a chance to rant."

Joe trudged out the door, leaving Kevin and Macy relatively alone.

"So," Kevin said, "when do you get off?"

Macy's blush was instantaneous. "W-why?" she asked.

"I wanted to go to the pet store in the mall and thought you might like to come look at all the pets with me."

"Oh. Sure! Just let me ask my mom." She sped into the back room and Kevin only heard muffled talking followed by what he could have sworn was a fangirl squeal before Macy returned. "Let's go. She said she'd watch the store and Nick."

"Cool."


Since Kevin's car was back at the firehouse Macy drove and the two spent the ride singing along to the JONAS CD that came on automatically when she started the car. Luckily Macy'd had the foresight to grab a hat and sunglasses for Kevin from the store before they left, otherwise they probably would have been mobbed by the teen girls who were spending the lazy Saturday afternoon hanging at the mall.

"So," Macy said as they crossed the parking lot, "are you excited?"

"Of course!" Kevin cried. "We get to see the puppies and the kitties and the little baby turtles!"

"No," Macy said, giggling, "I mean about next weekend. You get to play for the President!"

"Oh, right. I guess so, I'm just hoping this goes better than when we met the Queen. Joe still can't see anything bright green without twitching." He held the door to the mall open for her while she smiled. They were going in one of the side entrances, as far away from the food court as possible, but still close to the pet store.

"Well, I think it's awesome, anyway. You have to tell me all about it -- I don't mean for the website, though I'd love to get an interview with you for it -- I mean I want you to tell me because you guys are my friends and I care about the important things that happen in your lives and --"

Kevin cut her off. "You can come if you want."

Macy froze beside a cell phone kiosk. "What?" she asked.

"Everyone else is," Kevin explained with a shrug. "Dad and Mom and Frankie. And Big Man and Stella, but they have to. We're gonna fly down Friday night, do the concert Saturday and spend the rest of the time walking around the capitol. Mom wants it to be educational but it'll probably be fun too."

"You're serious? You want me to come with you guys?"

"Of course. I wouldn't ask if I didn't mean it."

Macy gave Kevin a bear hug. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" she cried, nearly knocking his hat and glasses off.

"No problem," Kevin said, smiling.

When they reached the pet store they both stopped at the window to watch the puppies, most of whom were taking a nap. Only one was awake, alternating between wagging his tail at them and running back to tug on one of his brothers' ears.

"They're so cute!" Macy said. "If our building allowed pets I'd so ask my mom for one."

Kevin winced. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Of course," Macy said, sobering instantly. "What is it?"

"I didn't just come here for the puppies." He glanced around cautiously before leaning close to whisper, "I have a secret hamster."

"How do you keep a hamster a secret?" Macy asked.

"It's tricky," Kevin admitted, "but I want to get him a ball so he can run around our room when no one's home."

"Okay," Macy said, containing her joy that he would trust her with his secret. "I promise I won't tell."

"Thanks," Kevin said, grinning widely. "I don't think Nick would be happy if he knew, but the little guy needed a home. I couldn't say no."

"Where'd you get him?"

"We helped one of Frankie's friends move last week and the hamster belonged to him. They were moving in with his grandparents and his grandma is afraid of any kind of rodent. He was gonna have to take him to the pound."

"Oh, that's sad. Well, then I'm proud of you for saving the poor little guy. Now let's find him a ball and figure out how to sneak it into your house without anyone noticing."


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