A/N: Shoot me, but I've been rubbing this in the world's face (mainly New York's face) and I'm not done yet. Plus, I got such awesome response for my first one with the similar topic, and I had a great idea for a multi-chapter fic based off the whole Red Sox/Yankees rivalry, and since there's plenty of real-life inspiration out there, I might actually update it! Chibs, I know you're about to kill me. Please don't. Take your anger out on Nick or something. You could, like, help me write the stuff from Nick and Joe and Kevin's point of view. I'd say that could end up being a fail.

So this is based off of my first one-shot, "The Offseason" (I recommend reading and reviewing, it might make more sense) and the real life seasons of the New York Yankees (eww) and the Boston Red Sox (yay!), and their real life rivalry. The Jonas Brothers are Yankees fans, Macy… well, creative liberties. Stella isn't into sports. No duh.

Disclaimer: I don't own any baseball teams mentioned, or JONAS. Jacoby Ellsbury, Derek Jeter, and anyone else whose names show up aren't actually in the story, so no saying it's not allowed. They're just mentioned. So let's begin!

Assignment

For the rest of the school year, I would like for you to keep a journal about what is currently happening in your lives. Whether you use pictures, words, or any other ways of getting the "story" of your life across on paper is up to you. Make sure it clearly reflects what is going on in your life – I want you to be able to look back at this in a couple of years and remember it vividly. Start by describing your life right now: what grade are you in, who are your friends, where do you live, are you in a relationship, etc. Try to write at least once a week, you will be graded solely on the amount of effort it appears you have put into them – I will not be reading them. If you would like, write your entries like you are writing to a person you admire, like favorite musicians, athletes, actors, a relative, political figures – it's completely up to you. Have fun!

April 1st, 2010

Dear Jacoby Ellsbury,

I figure that writing "to" you is potentially less awkward than writing to Nick of JONAS, because although I totally admire the boy (correction – I'm in love with him), he's sitting right next to me at the moment, and that would be pretty weird if he found out. Plus he's a Yankees fan. I'm sure you can at least understand that.

He's also my boyfriend – I think. I mean, we both like each other, as far as I know (he wrote me a song!), but we're not really in a relationship or anything. We're both way too busy to even think about maintaining one. He has his band, and I'm playing softball and lacrosse, plus I'm on the track team and the archery squad. And, to tell you the truth, I'm a little scared. If I do go out with him (publicly), I'll have to face the wrath of millions of fangirls who are going to want to murder me so they can have their chance with the boy. I should know, I used to (still am?) one of them.

But maybe all is not lost (it seems like it). This Sunday is Easter, and Opening Day. He's invited me over to his house to watch the game – Sox versus Yankees. I'm so nervous – I still don't know what I'm going to wear (note to self: call Stella), or if I'll bring his Sox shirt he got at the concert in January (maybe I'll wear it – again, ask Stella), or if you're going to win. We made a bet during lunch yesterday – if the Yankees win any game, Nick gets to ask me anything. Anything. (Luckily, this does not apply to Joe and Kevin.) If you and the Bostonians win (please do!), I'll get to do the same thing to him.

I think I'll ask him to kiss me. Or at least tell me that he loves me – honestly.

Good luck on Sunday, by the way. Will you win for me? (What the heck, you won't actually read this. But good luck anyway.)

Part of the assignment is to describe my life. So here goes nothing.

My name is Macy Misa, I'm seventeen years old, and I'm in my junior year here at Horace Mantis Academy in Wyckoff, New Jersey. I live on 54 Woodside Road, in a light blue house with my mom and my little sister. (My dad died a couple years ago – before I turned ten.) I like sports, like, a lot. And I'm a huge, huge, huge Red Sox fan. We used to live in Boston before I moved here when I was thirteen. This is where I met four of my best friends.

Stella Malone has to be the coolest person ever. She's also seventeen, but she's a year ahead of me along with her friends and my friends Joe and Kevin. When I first met her, I was completely obsessed with this new band, JONAS, that no one had ever heard of before. Turns out they went to our school, and she was their best friend. So maybe I got lucky.

And then I fell in love. With a Jonas. Oh, what the cliché. But I did. And it was perfect. You see, his name is Nicholas, he's also seventeen and also a junior, and right now, I think he's my soulmate. About half the teenage girl population of the world might think the same thing, but they don't know him. I know him, I love him, and dare I say it? – he loves me.

You're probably laughing right now, Jacoby. Or future-me. But this is my journal, and if anyone else reads it… well, let's just hope no one else does, because I'm not feeling creative enough to come up with a good threat.

I think I went my whole infatuation with Nick above. I could rant on and on, but I know you don't care. Whoever might be reading this right now.

Well, that's it. This thing has started. Let's hope it takes me in a good direction.

Good luck again on Sunday, Jacoby. Hopefully Nick's going to owe me a kiss.

with love, macy misa.

Dear Derek Jeter,

I'm telling you, man, you have to win this Sunday. Because I think I have a problem. I really, really, really like this girl named Macy, but now it's been almost three months since we first kissed and I don't know where this is going anymore. She doesn't know it, but I've written so many other songs for her other than "Stay", the first one. They're all total shit, unless you're my brothers, who actually like them, but maybe she needs to hear them so she knows that I still care.

So maybe I should explain everything. Um, hi. My name is Nick Lucas, and this is my journal that I'm keeping for English class. Sometimes I don't understand assignments at all, and this is one of them. I suppose someday I'll find this and I'll spend all my time locked up in rehab reading about my teenage life. That's what happens to most celebrities, anyway. Why shouldn't it happen to me?

I have three brothers, Kevin and Joe, both seniors (I'm a junior), and Frankie, who's nine and is in the fourth grade. My parents both live with us, mainly because our dad is our band manager and our mom is… well, our mom. Oh, yeah, and I'm in the world's number one boy band, JONAS. In case I get amnesia while I'm in rehab or something and forget that.

I suppose I have lots of friends, but really, only two of them matter – Stella Malone and Macy. Macy. Sigh.

Stella is our stylist – Joe says we wouldn't be half as hot without her. I suppose he's right, but I don't really think of myself as "hot". Maybe other people do, but… I try to be modest. Joe tries and fails. Kevin doesn't need modesty – he has that charisma factor working to his benefit. And Macy… Macy is my world. Sort of. I'm not sure that she knows that or not, anyway.

She's coming over on Sunday – Easter Sunday – to watch the season opener. I'm psyched, I've been waiting for this forever, really, since baseball season ended. Think you could do back to back World Series, Jeter? If Macy read this, she would say no – she's a Red Sox fan. It's so sacrilegious, but I love her. Right now. This is teenage love we're talking about here. To explain the bet we have going would probably be helpful.

For every game the Yankees win, I get to ask her a question or to do something. I think we'll start out simple first – favorite color? (She knows mine. So does everyone else in the Orpheum Theatre on January 13th. Don't ask. Don't want to recount that.) I don't know, really. Because for every game the Red Sox win, she gets to ask me a question. I'm not sure what she doesn't know about me already, so this could be interesting.

Win, please. I'm counting on you.

sincerely, nicholas lucas.

A/N: Reviews are love, the Red Sox are love, the Jonas Brothers are love. I'll try to update as much as possible -- promise. Good inspiration for this story, it's all real.

PS. Final (real) score of Easter Day game: Red Sox 9, Yankees 7. Oh.