A/N: This is my third story. It was just kind of random inspiration, since I love baseball and I wanted to post another story. This story is from the perspective of Emma Albers, my OC. (Her 'bio' is in my profile.) In this story, the Jonas Brothers are getting attention in their local area, but are NOT famous. Anyways, hope it turns out! (JoexEmma Centric)

Summary: When Emma Albers' (OC-Best friend of Miley Cyrus) older brother Aaron makes the high school baseball team, he develops a rivalry with their starting pitcher, Kevin Jonas. The baseball field isn't the only place that things are heating up for the Jonas' and Albers'. (JoexEmma Centric)

Homerun

Chapter 1

Strikeout

"So, 'Bill' isn't a very creative name?" My older brother, Aaron Albers, asked, looking innocently at me. I let an exasperated sigh escape my lips.

'Aren't you supposed to be a junior?' I thought, but instead I turned to him and patiently replied, "No, Aaron. Keep thinking." He drummed his fingers on the keyboard, accidentally creating a line of incoherent type.

We were sitting in our den on a Tuesday evening. Aaron was an incredible athlete (mostly in baseball) and brilliant student, don't get me wrong –I personally think it runs in our family- but there are times when I think that my 16 year old brother doesn't have a creative bone in his body.

I know that's not true though; Aaron actually does pretty well in his Honors English 3 course. Even though I'm just an aspiring writer, and I'm two years younger than him in my freshman year of high school, here I was, helping him write the fictional short story he'd been assigned to do for homework. Oh the joy.

I smirked to myself. "Okay! I got it this time! His name will be Joe!" Aaron exclaimed beside me.

"That's the best you can do?" I challenged him.

"Fine. How about . . . Ryan?"

"That works," I agreed. "Definitely better than Joe, or Bill, or Bob. Now pick a topic to base your story off of."

"Baseball!" Aaron declared. I smiled, 'No surprise.'

Aaron's athletic career was pretty much made up of Baseball and J.V. Track. His world rotated around friends and family, school, and baseball. Heck, I think he even did Track to stay in better shape for baseball. Seven years of practice and commitment had paid off. He'd recently tried out for our high school's team and had the best shot at becoming their starting pitcher.

"Aaron!" Our dad just happened to call from the living room at that moment. "Your new coach just called!"

'Now that was ironic,' I thought.

"That's awesome!" I followed Aaron into the sunlit room. "I made the team?"

"Yep, and that's not it. You're fourth on the batting roster and you're second in the pitching lineup," My dad grinned.

Aaron's face lit up immediately, then fell into a serious gaze, "Wait, then who's the starting pitcher?"

"Oh! Your coach just told mentioned that. It's his son, whose name escapes me at the moment."

"His son? Now that's not biased at all," Aaron muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "So who's the coach?"

"Hm, I can't believe I don't remember his first name now. It was something Jonas, I'll tell you that."

No sooner had the words escaped Dad's mouth, than Aaron let out an exasperated sigh.

"Kevin Jonas. He's the starting pitcher," Aaron concluded, seething.

I will never understand Aaron's envy. For some reason, he had never liked Kevin, and this probably hadn't helped matters. Kevin was an amazing pitcher and already had the attention of a few college scouts.

If Aaron got an A- on a test, Kevin got an A. If Aaron could do 12 hurdles without stopping, Kevin could do 13. And most importantly, Aaron's fastball was 84 mph, while Kevin's was 86.

The thing that left me clueless as to why Aaron was upset, though, was the fact that Kevin was so incredibly nice. He'd never bragged or held anything against Aaron.

"Kevin's a great kid, Aaron. You should be happy that you made the team anyway," Dad said.

Aaron just sighed.

"You made the team. Be happy," I stated simply. He looked up at me, and I realized, not for the first time, how alike we look.

We both have the same straight russet-brown hair and unusual pale gray eyes. The only difference in our appearances is that Aaron is almost 6 and half feet tall, while I'm around 5 foot 8.

"You made the team," I said again.

"Then why do I feel like I just struck out?" He mumbled.

Why did I get the feeling that that was just the beginning of bad baseball humor?

A couple hours later, I was sitting on my bed at home, talking to Miley on the phone. We'd been best friends since we were in preschool together. Mr. Cyrus was like my second dad, and Braison and Noah looked up to me like another sister.

"So why's Aaron upset?" Miley asked after I told her about the afternoon. "He's still going to pitch."

"I can't figure that out. He just has something against the Jonas' I guess," I replied truthfully.

"Well I have a feeling you'll be seeing a lot of them this summer," Miley replied. I smiled.

"You mean we'll be seeing a lot of them. We only have a few days of school left, and if I have to suffer through all those baseball games in this kind of heat, I'm going to want my best friend there!"

"Hey, it's not like I'm going to have a choice anyway. So when's the first game?"

"I think it's on Saturday night," I replied, letting out a yawn. "So, I'll see you tomorrow at school?"

"Yep. See ya," Miley replied.

"Bye."

I closed my eyes, feeling sleep wash over me. Through out our conversation, two things would turn out to be truer than anything, whether I realized it then or not.

First, Aaron definitely had something against the Jonas', even if it wasn't for an apparent reason.

And second, I had no idea just how much I'd be seeing of the Jonas' this summer.