Disclaimer: Don't own JONAS.
A/N: Apparently I forgot to mark complete, so I wrote a short second part. In a hurry. Hopefully no glaring typos.
Van Dyke sat on the hard metal bleachers staring at the girl down below on the softball diamond, who was currently smiling and talking to some other guy. He knew he liked her – she was smart and fun and awesome at softball (but not scary awesome like Macy) and looked hot in her softball pants, but he didn't know what to do about it. Thanks to Macy he knew his old way of flirting with a girl was offensive and creepy, but he had no back-up plan. Apparently he was stuck moping pathetically watching some other guy flirt with the girl he liked.
Which sucked. A lot.
"Hey, Tosh," he heard a voice call. "We're going to grab some pizza. You coming?"
He knew he should smile and say something back, but he didn't feel like it. Instead he just sort of shrugged, keeping his eyes on Sarah, who was now walking to her car with the team's third baseman. Moments later he heard the echo of cleats on metal and then Macy was sitting next to him.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he answered without looking over at her.
"You're a teenage boy who just shrugged when offered food; something's wrong," Macy insisted.
He sat quietly for a moment thinking about his problem before blurting out, "I've got no game."
He turned and looked at her in time to see Macy blink in surprise. "I think you're being a little hard on yourself," she replied. "I mean, sure the error in the third inning was unfortunate, but your fielding was solid the rest of the game. And you hit above your season average."
He briefly wondered how she knew that before correcting her. "Not softball. Girls," he muttered dejectedly.
Macy giggled before placing a hand on his arm and saying, "Oh, Tosh, you've never had game with girls."
"Gee, thanks, Misa," he said sarcastically. "Way to make me feel better."
"It should totally make you feel better," she insisted. "Before you were a disaster with girls, but you thought you knew what you were doing. Now you know you're a disaster. What's that they always say? The first step is admitting you have a problem?" He glared at her, not amused by her comments. "Look, stop being a grumpy-pants. I'll help you, okay?"
He perked up a little at her offer. "Really?"
Nodding, she said, "Really. It's Sarah, right?"
He groaned, putting his face in his hands. "Am I that obvious?"
"Subtlety's not your thing," Macy confirmed. "You've been sitting her staring at her for ten minutes, which was pretty much a dead give-away."
"Great," he muttered.
"On the plus side, she was so busy flirting with Miller, I'm fairly sure she didn't notice."
He glared at her once again. "You suck at cheering people up, Misa."
"But I'm a great coach, so get in the car. I'll give you some tips on the way to the pizza parlor. Sarah's cool, and Miller's a total sleaze. You're getting the girl if I have anything to do about it."
His eyes opened wide in surprise. "But… I thought you thought I was a sleaze too"
She smiled over at him and patted his arm once again. "You were a sleaze," she corrected. "But you've changed, which is why we're friends now."
As she got up and headed down the bleachers, he stared at her retreating form, somehow feeling much better.
Friends, huh? He liked the sound of that. If he could be friends with a girl, maybe there was hope for him after all.
Smiling, he called out, "Hey, wait for me, Misa."