I'm thinking about the fireworks That go off when you smile

 Jake wanted to be that big brother Macy needed. At least it started that way on his visit. He had lots of little presents for her that he'd kept since the holidays. He hoped she didn't find him to be quite the tightwad. Because he was. He came from a long family tradition of saving money, and, well, it was part of his nature.

Still, he was glad to be here and hoped he could help her feel more comfortable finding her way around Chicago. They spent the day going to places for hometown pizza and unique shops. Of course, he drove most of it, but in part, she tried. It was a lot harder than piano lessons, he assumed. She was nervous behind the wheel.

And she talked a lot about Wade. How it was much different living in his apartment than she thought it would be. Especially, with all his stuff around. It was hard to listen without being furious. Yes, he hated him before he even met him. How could he have done this to Macy? 

Now she wasn't even part of his marketing team. She worked in receptionist land. Would she always have to be in the low pay zone? And with AI lurking, well, he wasn't sure how long this career might last. But Jake was optimistic. And she had her little shelf of monsters now, and the keychain accessory that she promised would always make her think of him.

"I think of you a lot." She was almost in tears when she said it. In fact, he'd decided to spend a week, not a weekend. Besides, he planned on getting rid of Wade's stuff.

Still, they made it to the dinner party. It was great to see L with someone. He didn't feel so bad for her after all. Of course, she cornered him to ask about Macy's driving. She told him Macy needed to get out more. Macy needed to learn to drive in the city. He agreed. It was good to meet someone who cared about his Macy.

Naturally, he would have to correct himself. They were friends. But he cared about her very much. Just on a budget, no less. Then, to meet (Wade) Mr. Nonchalant, no less truly burned Jake. The fury was there on the tip of his tongue.

"You have to move your stuff, because I'm moving in," he'd said that night, possibly out of delirium. Jake looked at his glass; it was only water. He wasn't drunk. Just mad.

"What?" Jake caught Wade's attention, as if maybe there was the intention to have something on the side with Macy if it didn't work out with the Boss' daughter.

Jake felt himself shake with anger, and there was Macy with her hand on top of his, melting his vexation, "You really mean it?"

He'd never seen her so happy, and for the first time, Jake didn't have a life plan ready for this magnitude.