A/N: Oh, my gosh. Eight reviews, THIRTEEN story alerts? Insanity, I tell you. It's the first chapter. I feel so loved. Sighh. I can stop listening to depressing Nickelback songs now. (I have been. I'm broadening my musical horizons, you see. No longer just Owl City and Jonas.) So here's your reward. Another update. You'll have to wait until I have more real scores for the next chapters, though. I don't know. (For those waiting for Vesper's Goodbye, tomorrow. Me promises.)

I'm trying out a new style… the journal writings, plus little random phone conversations, IMs, texts, blog posts… tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: I don't own JONAS, the Boston Red Sox, or the... well, you know. (I'm totally biased.)

Dear Kevin Youkilis,

You and Dusty are my new heroes, I swear. Not only did your team win the game, I got to ask Nick the very first question of our bet. Except there's just a small problem – I might have been a little hyper on Easter candy and I panicked and forgot what I was originally going to ask him. So instead of saying the original question, I asked him what color his eyes were. Don't get me wrong, I'm not colorblind and I know perfectly well, like any good fangirl, what color Nick Lucas's eyes are. They're that perfect, heart-melting deep chocolate brown that I love so much. And yet, with his trademark half-smile, he answered it anyway and refused to let me ask another. But he held me during the game. In his arms. Oh, the feeling.

Final score: Red Sox 9, Yankees 7. A lot of that is owed to your two doubles and the triple, Youk. Joe screaming at you is fun to watch. The first part of the game was rough, though – since the whole Lucas family are die-hard Yankees fans. Stella, who was also there, doesn't give a shit about sports, so I was the only one on my side rooting for you Sox. But in the end, you won, and all is right with the world. For now.

And so after the game was over and Nick and his eyes had melted me into sticky liquid Easter chocolate and driven me home, Lucy called and I had a real conversation with someone about baseball. (And about Jacoby – he is kinda hot. Not as much as Nick, though.) We also talked about Nick. And how I'm hopelessly in love with him. Head over heels in the moment, if you will.

Lucy: So how's Nick?
Macy: Nick? (sigh.) He's fine.
Lucy: You're in love, girl.
Macy: Since seventh grade.
Lucy: This is different.
Macy: How?
Lucy: You know him now. Like, personally.
Macy: I know I do.
Lucy: And he likes you.
Macy: Yeah, we're friends. That's nothing new.
Lucy: No, I mean, he likes you, likes you.
Macy: …

April break is in two weeks or so, and talking with Lucy made me think about how much I'd like to go back to Massachusetts to see all my friends. I hope it'll happen, I mean, the boys are going to California for some record-label publicity junk. Stella's going with them. So I'll be alone, and that's really no fun.

Lucy mentioned that some of her friends (our friends?) are more obsessed with JONAS than I am. (That's impossible. Obviously they've never asked Nick what color his eyes are. They've never gotten a real, honest answer, so they don't know what color they truly are: "Um, brown, I think.") Yet again, none of them know that I know the boys. None of them have any idea – except for Lucy, who met Nick at his Administration concert back in January.

I wonder if they've changed, my old friends. They have to have changed, I mean, I have. I went from crazy fangirl to normal fangirl to friend. Close friend. Girlfriend? (Dream on, Macy.) I mean, is he still interested in me? See, now I'm off topic again and back to Nick. I really need to get a life. But they'd flip out if they knew that I know Nick and Joe and Kevin. Sometimes, I wish they were normal guys so I wouldn't run the risk of getting killed just for crushing on Nick, and flirting with Nick ever-so-subtly. I don't know if he picks up on these things.

Back on subject. My friends. (Not that Nick isn't my friend… oh whatever. You know what I mean.) Delia is the owner of a different JONAS site – one that's a bit bigger than my own. Which I've been neglecting recently because I'm so intent on getting Nick to love me. She doesn't know about mine, or if she does, she doesn't know it's me. I really hope she doesn't have a crush on Nick. I mean, he's mine. She can have Joe (Stella might get mad, but okay…) or Kevin, but not Nick. Nicholas is mine.

God, I hope the boy never reads this. Ever. I talk about him too much.

Julia doesn't like JONAS, last time I checked. (Which was way too long ago.) Maybe she's the right one to tell that I'm in love with Nick and that Nick just could possibly maybe kinda hopefully maybe be in love with me. And I know Sophie helps Delia with the site, so she's out.

Going to Stella doesn't help, all she likes to talk about is Joe. Or fashion. The first of which is a perfectly nice guy, but he's not his brother, and the second I have no interest in. So Stella isn't easy to talk to, either.

stellastylist: macy, you're front page.
nickmacy345: um, of what? do i want to know?
stellastylist: perez hilton. seriously. someone took a picture of you and nick.
nickmacy345: oh, shit. what if nick doesn't want to be with me anymore? what if he's avoids me? maybe he hates me now.
stellastylist: he's nick, macy. you really think he'd do that to you? besides, you can't see your face. you couldn't even tell if you were a blonde or brunette. there's just someone else in the car with nick.
nickmacy345: how do they know it's nick? how do they know it's me?
stellastylist: it's his car, and the boy has curly hair. and they don't know it's you.
nickmacy345: keep it that way.

And now I am hated across the world as a possible girlfriend to Nick Lucas. I have wonderful luck, don't I? Fangirls can be evil. I think I'm going to start receiving death threats. One letter at a time. I wish we could figure out where the hell we are in this relationship so I don't have to worry about it. And I want you to win more baseball games. Haha. If I die, do it for me, okay Kevin (Youkilis, not Lucas)? (That rhymed.)

~ Macy

A/N: Nick's reaction will come within the next couple of days, along with bits from Joe, Kevin, and Stella. This is mainly a Nacy story, though, so don't expect too much. Sorry it's short, you guys were so awesome about giving me love so I decided to return the favor.

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