A/N: Okay, so this fic is loosely based on You've Got Mail and the other two (older) movie versions of the same story. It's different than those though. Basically I drew my initial inspiration from it. Which was: "Macy and Kevin are on opposite sides of something and mad at each other, but unknowingly growing closer to each other thanks to the internet." So, there will be references to You've Got Mail in this fic, but it's pretty much a completely different story. Enjoy! Btw, thanks to Standard-Ang3l for all of her help with this!

Wanting the Impossible

By angellwings

Chapter One

"Hey, Mace," Kevin asked as the group caught up with her at her locker. "Can I borrow your bio notes? I fell asleep."

"Yeah, I just need them back at the end of the day," Macy said with a nod.

"I'll give them to you in third. That's your free period right?"

"Not today," She groaned. "There's an athletics assembly today."

"Oh yeah! I'm going to that too!" Kevin said suddenly.

The entire group gave him a questioning look. Joe blinked at him. "You are?"

"Cheerleader, remember?" Kevin said in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Oh, right," Joe said with a laugh. "I forgot."

Macy sighed. "I think it's about the annual fundraiser, and probably about who's getting the alumni funding this year. Though we all know it will most likely go to the football team."

The boys jumped when Macy slammed her locker shut and growled in frustration.

Nick's brow furrowed. "Aren't you on the football team?"

"I was. Idiots."

"Oh, that's right. Coach Mitchell asked you to leave the team didn't he?" Nick said with a smirk.

Stella winced and shook her head as Macy's face reddened in frustration.

"It's not my fault those jerks can't keep their head in the game!" She yelled. "It's not like I can physically make them stop staring at my butt."

Kevin choked on his sip of water. "What?"

Macy sighed and looked to Stella for help. "Coach Mitchell said she was distracting his players."

"Not my fault. But whether I was on the team or not I would still think it's ridiculous that they always get the funding. The lacrosse team never gets funding," Macy said angrily.

"Does anybody watch lacrosse? At all?" Kevin asked.

Macy glared at him. "Yes."

Kevin's eyes widened and he stepped away from her. "Right, sorry I asked."

"And the lacrosse team needs funding too. The alumni association thinks we don't have enough money for all the teams we have and they keep talking like they want to cut one. The lacrosse budget keeps getting smaller and smaller which means the team keeps getting smaller and smaller," Macy sighed. "If something drastic doesn't happen soon I can say goodbye to lacrosse."

Stella patted her friends shoulder. "I know you really like lacrosse but—"

"Like? It's my best sport!"

"But you play so many sports. Losing one can't hurt you that much."

Macy huffed. "Just forget it."

Of course, they didn't understand. Why would they?

"I've got to go to class. I'll see you guys at lunch," Macy said hopelessly.

"You know," Kevin said as they watched her go. "Maybe it's more about the principle of losing than the actual sport."

Nick raised an eyebrow at him. "Kevin, what kinds of things do you know?"

"Hey! I know lots of things," Kevin said in an offended tone. "I know that ducks prefer wheat bread to white and that squirrels really like French fries from the drive-in down the street. The ones from McDonald's are too salty. That's the theory anyway. And I know that Mr. Bumble prefers his footie pajamas to his—"

"I get it," Nick said quickly. "You know a lot of things."

As Macy sat at her desk she pulled out her phone. She had a few minutes before class started. She quickly logged on to Instant Messenger and hoped he was on. She smiled when she saw the familiar name. She quickly typed a message.

HelloNewJersey: You're on!

LesPaultheDuck: I'm on what?

HelloNewJersey: lol, online.

LesPaultheDuck: Apparently.

HelloNewJersey: I'm glad.

LesPaultheDuck: Why?

HelloNewJersey: Because I'm in a terrible mood.

LesPaultheDuck: Do you need to talk about it?

HelloNewJersey: I can't really. Too many details involved and we agreed to not share details.

LesPaultheDuck: Right, on the off chance that one of us is a stalker. I remember. How about a joke then? That might help.

HelloNewJersey: Should I be scared? Is this one actually going to be funny?

LesPaultheDuck: Ouch, Jersey, I'm hurt. Deeply hurt.

HelloNewJersey: Quit pouting. Tell me the joke.

LesPaultheDuck: No, I don't think so. You lost your chance.

HelloNewJersey: Come on! Please? I want to hear it.

LesPaultheDuck: No.

HelloNewJersey: Whyyyyy?

LesPaultheDuck: Fine.

LesPaultheDuck: A duck walks into a pharmacy and asks for Chapstick. The cashier says, "Cash or Check?" And the duck says, "Just put it on my bill."

HelloNewJersey:…wow.

LesPaultheDuck: Funny, right?

HelloNewJersey: …I don't know if it was really funny, but that certainly made me feel better. Haha.

LesPaultheDuck: You'll laugh.

LesPaultheDuck: In like an hour or so.

LesPaultheDuck: When you've had time to really think about it.

The teacher cleared her throat from the front of the room and Macy jerked back to attention.

HelloNewJersey: Crap, I gotta go. Class is starting. Ttyl?

LesPaultheDuck: I certainly hope so. Later, Jersey!

Kevin smiled to himself as "Jersey" signed off. She was on Instant Messenger during a school day? Did that mean she wanted to talk to him as badly as he wanted to talk to her? It certainly seemed like it.

Class started and he quickly shoved his phone into his pocket. He'd have to log in again once class was over, and maybe after the next class too. At lunch, at the assembly, and the next class, and the next…

Okay, maybe he was getting a little carried away.

After all he didn't even really know this girl. They'd met a couple of weeks ago. He'd gone into the Jonas site chat room as someone else. It was supposed to be a joke. Just something to do for a laugh.

It had been pretty funny at first. The fans certainly had some interesting things to say about him and his brothers. Although, it was a little scary how many times a hypothetical "marriage" situation came up with one of their names attached. Their fans were awesome, but he could tell most of the fans in that chat room were very young. Just by the sentences they typed and how they talked about the band.

The only person that seemed together at all was the chat supervisor. Who ended up warning him to get out while he could. She'd told him the rowdier, younger, and more obnoxious fans had indeed taken over the room that night. Somehow he'd ended up chatting with her for the rest of the night on Instant Messenger.

And they'd been chatting every night since.

The only rule they'd managed to make during this crazy thing:

No details.

Which was a frustration and a relief all at once. The less she knew about him then the more he could be certain she liked him and not Kevin Lucas, but the less he knew about her the less likely it was that he would actually be able to find her.

Although, that was kind of the point of the rule.

But the rule was more of a safety thing incase one of them was insane. He knew he wasn't insane, and he sincerely doubted she was.

He huffed and pretended to take notes when the teacher turned her gaze on him.

Stupid rule.

Macy waited patiently for Kevin to meet her outside of the auditorium before the assembly. She had to give him her notes.

LesPaultheDuck: Jersey, you on?

HelloNewJersey: I'm here! And probably will be for a while.

LesPaultheDuck: Really?...don't you have school?

HelloNewJersey: Assembly for like the next hour.

LesPaultheDuck: Me too!

HelloNewJersey: YAY! You can keep me entertained!

LesPaultheDuck: Wow, no pressure there or anything.

HelloNewJersey: Haha, nope none at all.

She glanced up to see Kevin's curly head staring down at his phone. A fangirl alarm suddenly went off in her brain at the sight of those beautiful curls. She squeaked and her eyes widened, but before anything else could happen she took a deep breath and counted backwards from ten.

Her phone beeped and she looked down at her screen.

LesPaultheDuck: You still there?

She smiled at the message and then returned her attention to Kevin with revived confidence. "Hey, Kev."

"Hey, Mace," He said as he finally looked up from his screen.

"I brought you my notes," Macy said as she held them out to him.

"Oh," He said brightly. "Thanks! You're a lifesaver!"

She chuckled and returned to her own phone. "No problem."

HelloNewJersey: I'm still here. I was distracted for a bit.

They walked into the auditorium and Macy thought it was best to put space between herself and Kevin for the assembly. After that last episode she was afraid she might freak again.

LesPaultheDuck: Anything serious or just an ADD moment?

HelloNewJersey: Minorly serious. Have you ever been so excited to see someone that you just…have trouble functioning?

LesPaultheDuck: Not…really…Why? Do you have this problem?

HelloNewJersey: Occasionally. I'm a lot better than I used to be. I just hate that I can't be myself around this guy all the time.

LesPaultheDuck: So, you get like this around a guy?

HelloNewJersey: Oh! No, it's not like that! Really, I don't even know if we're really friends let alone that.

LesPaultheDuck: Right.

Macy cursed herself and shut her phone. What did she say now? Paul knew she was a fan of Jonas, but he didn't know that she was one of those fans. Did she want him to know?

No, she couldn't risk scaring him away. She opened her phone.

HelloNewJersey: I'm sorry, I just really wish I could be this guy's friend. I shouldn't lay this all on you though. Let's talk about something else. Anything else.

LesPaultheDuck: No, no. Let's talk about this. What do you mean you've gotten better? How did you get better?

HelloNewJersey: Mostly by counting and taking deep breaths.

LesPaultheDuck: So…you haven't really gotten any better then.

HelloNewJersey: Excuse me? I have too!

LesPaultheDuck: Jersey, counting and breathing only gets you so far. Maybe you should try actually talking to this guy.

HelloNewJersey:…but I'm afraid I'll freak him out.

LesPaultheDuck: You'll never beat that fear if you don't face it.

HelloNewJersey: I hate that I know you're right…because now I have to talk to him. It will bug me if I don't.

LesPaultheDuck: Heh. Victory.

The assembly started and Macy could only discretely send a few messages. The assembly was exactly what she thought it was. They were talking about the budget, and she suspected the fundraiser and the Alumni Association money was next on the agenda. Her phone vibrated and she intended to quickly glance at Paul's message before returning her attention to the principal.

But when she saw Paul's message…she froze.

LesPaultheDuck: Do you think we should meet?

LesPaultheDuck: Face to face, I mean?

"I'm sure you're all very curious about this year's fundraiser," The principal began. Macy tore her gaze away from her phone screen to the man behind the podium. "Well, the Alumni Association has expressed some concerns about how we always seem to give the money to the same team, and they've asked that we do something different this year.

Macy's eyes widened and she perked up. This was interesting.

"The team that raises the most money for the fundraiser will receive the Alumni Association's money."

Whispering and chatter broke out in the auditorium, and the principal spoke louder. "You can do any kind of fundraiser you like. You must meet with your team and then run your ideas through your coach before you pursue them. I need the team captains to come up to the stage please. You will pick up the packet of contest rules and guidelines and share them with your teammates."

Macy was a member of several teams, but she was only captain of one. Every year she chose to help the Lacrosse team with their fundraiser above her other teams because she was their captain and it was the right thing to do. She stood up and headed to the stage where she was given a black folder full of papers. As the team captains descended the stage the Principal dismissed them.

Macy returned to her seat and grabbed her bag. She felt someone bump her shoulder and looked up to see Laurie, the captain of the cheerleading squad, glaring at her.

"Misa," She said stiffly.

Macy glared at her. "Lamar."

Her phone vibrated again and Macy gulped nervously. She reopened the AIM chat.

LesPaultheDuck: Jersey? Did I scare you away? We don't have to meet. I just…wanted to, I guess. But if you don't want to it's okay. I understand.

Her face softened as she read the message. She had to respond.

HelloNewJersey: Yes. Yes, we should meet.

LesPaultheDuck: Really? Really, really?

She nodded to herself as she typed out the next message.

HelloNewJersey: Really. Is Friday okay? There's this place called C.B.D.B.'s they have live music and food.

LesPaultheDuck: I know that place. That sounds great. We could meet at around 7ish?

HelloNewJersey: 7ish sounds perfect. See you then. The assembly's over so I have to make my way to class now.

LesPaultheDuck: Yeah me too. Lame. But I guess I'll see you Friday.

She smiled nervously as she responded.

HelloNewJersey: Yeah, Friday. :)