Disclaimer: I do not own JONAS.

A/N: First, faerietaleredux‏ is awesome and amazing and deserves lots of thanks for putting up with me (oh, and betaing this chapter). Second, I'm pretending that last night's episode didn't happen. At least the Macy part. Yup, Macy isn't scary and she doesn't make poor, helpless high school boys dress up like Nick. Denial is a wonderful thing.

Nick was not going to the driving range to see Macy. He assured himself that if he had wanted to see the petite brunette, he would have asked her which days she practiced. Since he hadn't asked, he was obviously here to improve his game. Sure, he found this recently discovered side of Macy to be interesting, but it was perfectly normal to find your friends interesting.

And the sinking feeling in his stomach when he saw the empty range must mean that he was hungry. And he bought a second basket of balls so that he could practice putting and not because he was stalling for time, hoping she'd show up.

Because the only reason to come to the driving range was to become a better golfer.

And based on his putting, Nick could really use the help. For some reason all his shots ended up short and to the right. After the tenth miss in a row, his teeth were clenched and he could feel the anger building inside. He was never this bad at sports.

Hell, he was never this bad at anything, except maybe dating.

"Having a tough day?"

He froze. He would recognize that perky voice anywhere. Sure enough, when he looked up, there was Macy standing in front of him with a huge smile on her face.

"I can't seem to sink a put today," he grumbled.

She gave him an appraising look before replying, "Your grip is off. You need to move your left hand a little."

Nick looked down at his hands and back up at the girl in front of him. He moved his left hand, but it didn't feel right.

"No," Macy said quickly. "Not like that."

She took a step towards him and leaned over, placing her hand on his fingers, her hair brushing against his arm. He let her adjust his hold until his fingers were in a position that satisfied her. All he could think was that he must be really hungry because his stomach was doing something weird and fluttery. Maybe he needed to start carrying around snacks.

At last she stood up and smiled again.

"Try now."

Nick nodded, releasing the breath that he hadn't even known he was holding. Leaning over, he glanced towards the hole to make sure he had things lined up. He swung lightly and was delighted to see the ball roll gently forward and fall into the cup.

"Perfect," Macy gushed, patting him on the back.

"Thanks," he said gratefully. There was no doubt about it; Macy was definitely the exception to the no girls and golf rule. He had been about to give up and walk away, and she had managed to fix his shot in a few seconds. She was truly amazing.

"Now you just need to keep practicing it like that until it becomes second nature."

Before Nick could respond, he heard someone calling Macy's name. Glancing up, he saw a man who looked vaguely familiar waving at her.

"Hi, Mr. Franklin," Macy said cheerfully.

"Macy! Just who I was looking for," the man said affectionately. "I wanted to say thank you again for the advice the other day. I did what you said and yesterday I beat my personal best by three strokes."

Nick realized it was the guy from the driving range the other day – the one with the slice.

"That's great," she replied earnestly. "I knew you could do it!"

"Anyway," Mr. Franklin continued, "last night I was telling my nephew about you."

"The one who plays golf for Stanford?" Macy interrupted.

"Exactly. He's coming out to visit next week and would love to meet you. So I was wondering if you'd like to come over for dinner while he's here."

Nick clenched his teeth. He couldn't believe what was happening – the old guy was trying to set Macy up with his college nephew in front of him. Could the man not see he was standing right there? For all he knew, Nick could be her boyfriend. Hadn't he seen them together at the golf course together twice in one week?

"I'd love to," Macy replied.

"Great. I'll have my wife call your mom to set it up." Mr. Franklin then reached over and patted Nick on the shoulder. "I won't keep you from your lesson any longer. You do what Macy tells you, young man, and your game will improve in no time. She's one of a kind."

The man's comment served to deflate some of Nick's indignation. Apparently, he thought Nick was one of Macy's students. He supposed that was a reasonable assumption, but he still wasn't too thrilled about the situation.

"Thanks, Mr. Franklin." As soon as the older man was out of ear shot, Macy said, "Well, that was nice of him."

"To try and set you up with his nephew?"

Macy's eyes went wide. "What? No! To invite me to dinner. He's not trying to set me… I'm sure he just thought since we both play…" Nick watched as his words registered. "He's trying to set me up with his nephew."

"Yup."

Macy's voice started to climb higher as she began to panic, "Nick, my mom would never let me date a college guy. What am I going to do? And the Franklins are so nice and it would be rude to cancel now after I said I'd go."

Nick felt guilty about causing her stress. "You know what, I could be wrong. Maybe they all just want to talk about golf." He reached out and put an arm around her shoulder reassuringly. "And if he does ask you out, just tell him your mom won't let you date older guys. Or say you're already seeing someone."

Macy looked up at him with her huge innocent eyes and said earnestly, "But I couldn't lie to him."

Nick tried to tell himself that the surge of anger he was feeling was totally justified. There was just something wrong about an older guy hitting on his friend; anyone would be upset by it. Macy was sweet and innocent, and the idea of some big-shot college golfer trying to take advantage of her made him want to hit something. But he knew that if he didn't calm down, he was just going to upset her again, which he really didn't want to do. Her eyes got all big and teary and her lips trembled, which made him feel really helpless.

For a brief moment, Nick considered offering himself or one of his brothers as a decoy boyfriend, but he shook off the thought. That sort of thing only caused trouble. Instead he said, "You know what? Dinner isn't for a week. Why don't we go hit some balls, and we can worry about it later?"

Macy gave him an appreciative smile. He kept his arm firmly around her shoulders, grabbing his bag with his free hand before steering her in the direction of the driving range.

"Nick?" Macy said as they walked quietly together.

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing Saturday morning?"

After mentally reviewing his schedule he replied, "Nothing that I know of. Why?"

"Well, I was thinking maybe we could play a round. If you wanted."

There were those weird hunger pangs again. He smiled down at her, "Sounds good, Mace."

He was rewarded with one of her giant grins and a feeling that he really needed to get something to eat soon because know he was starting to feel light-headed too.