Disclaimer: I clearly do not own anything within...props to Disney and such.

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"Hey, Macy, I need your help."

Macy turned from her locker, in the process knocking the door open but the speaker seemed to anticipate this and stopped it at the last moment. A wide smile split across her face when she saw the person standing in front of her. "Kevin of JO--"

Kevin realized belatedly that maybe putting his hand over her mouth wasn't the best way to silence Macy. Because, really? Super fan's mouth + band member's hand tended to equal a freak-out. Or at least Kevin figured it would lead to a freak out. He was impressed that the only response seemed to be widened eyes. She hadn't even licked him.

"Ok, let's start again. Good day, Macy Misa."

"Hi, Kevin Lucas," Macy said, giggling.

"How are you doing today?"

Macy licked her lips. "Amazing. Wait, you said you needed help! Oh, m'gosh! Are you ok? Are you hurt?! Who was it? Was it Davis on the football team? I will end him!"

"Wow, you're kinda scary." Kevin laughed nervously and pried her fingers from his jacket lapels. He took another step back, just because. "Wait, why would you think it was Davis?"

"Oh, there was this thing and I may have said something. Davis is really jealous and can't take no for an answer." Macy waved it off and asked, "What did you need help with?"

"I was wondering if you could tutor me."

"Tutor you?" Macy frowned. "But you're in a higher grade than I am." Closing her locker, Macy leaned back against it to look up at Kevin.

"Right, well, I'm failing gym. And who's the sportiest person I know?"

"Me?" When Kevin nodded, Macy bounced onto her tiptoes. "Me!"

Kevin let her have her moment, before he asked, "Well, could you?"

"Could I, what? Oh! Right!" Macy giggled nervously before giving a determined nod. "Kevin, I would be honored to help. We'll kick you into shape in no time."

Kevin smiled. "I really hope there isn't any kicking involved."

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"Wait, so you're willingly hanging out with Macy Misa and surrounding her with sporting equipment?"

Kevin paused to roll the words around in his head. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"Wow, that idea is so absolutely horrible that I can't even..." Nick just shook his head as he trailed off. "Joe still can't powerslide yet because of the bruised knee she gave him two weeks ago with that bowling ball."

"Will you two just drop it?"

Joe raised his hands in defeat. "Hey, man, your funeral."

The boys gathered the last of their belongings before heading towards the parking lot.

"So when's your first torture session?"

Kevin rolled his eyes at Joe. "Macy said 5 o'clock tomorrow."

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"The phone is ringing."

It was an odd thing for the parakeet seated in front of Kevin to be saying but Kevin just shrugged his shoulders and said, "Go fish."

"The phone is ringing."

Kevin glanced briefly to the speaker at his side and recalled another time that line had been used. Blushing, he slid a slice of cake over and refused to meet the brown eyes of the forth player. A steady noise grew louder over the din of the card game and Kevin looked around in confusion.

"The phone is ringing."

Looking at his cards, he sighed and slapped the 8 of hearts and clubs onto the table before sliding them over to the turtle. "I don't like you anymore," Kevin pouted, raising his voice to be heard over the buzzing noise.

The noise got even louder and eventually pulled Kevin out of his dream. Groaning, he flailed his arms around, trying to silence the noise as quick as possible so he could get back to sleep. Kevin finally found the source of the noise, surprised it actually was a phone, and, turning it on, he grunted into his cellphone.

"Hey, lazyhead!"

"M-Macy?" Kevin stuttered as his foggy brain connected on the cheery voice. Sitting up too fast in bed, he hit his head. "What are you--"

"Shut up!" Came a muffled cry from Joe, "It's like 5:30, IN THE MORNING!"

"Macy, it's 5:30!"

"I know, you're a half hour late!"

Kevin pulled his eye mask off, or tried but it got caught on his ear and it took him a moment to respond to Macy, "Late for what?"

"Our meeting."

"Meeting? We're meeting at 5 o'clock."

"Yes."

"In the afternoon," Kevin continued.

"No. And you are 30 minutes late, mister."

"Kevin!" This time it was Nick. "I swear if you don't..."

"Right, ok," Kevin stumbled out of bed, "Just let me...I'll, uh... I'll get ready now and call you when I get in the car."

"Car? You're so funny, Kevin!"

"That's me, the funny one," Kevin frowned down at his phone, "Wait, I'm not the funny one. What are you talking about?"

"We're going to go workout, silly. You're not driving your car to the school grounds. We're jogging."

"Oh...fun..." Kevin blearily stared at the Stellavator touch screen, trying to find an option for workout clothes. "So, should I meet you at your house?"

"I'm already here and getting bored. Did you know if you stand in the middle of the road you can almost see into your bedroom?"

"What?" Kevin walked to his window and there Macy was on the sidewalk below. All awake and perky and waving up at him in her bright red tracksuit. Turning his cell off, Kevin waved down at Macy. "This was a bad idea."

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"Here, eat this too!"

Kevin moaned pitifully around his mouthful of apple as the perky brunette shoved a banana at him. Setting the banana aside he made a grab for his coffee mug and was started by the slap his hand received.

"No caffeine! Have some OJ instead." Macy popped a few slices of bread into the toaster before turning back to Kevin. "You can reward yourself with coffee later."

"Kevin?"

Both Kevin and Macy turned to see a bleary eyed man poke his head around the corner wielding a baseball bat.

"Dad? What are you doing?"

"I thought we were being robbed! Or being attacked by fangirls!" Tom brought the bat down and stared, confused, at the teens at the table. "What are you two doing up so early?"

Kevin moaned at the growing pile at food and was pretty sure he was being attacked by a fangirl.

"Hi, Mr. Lucas! We're going jogging!" Macy finished pouring a glass of juice and pushed it toward Kevin. "Drink."

"But I don't--"

"Drink!"

Kevin pouted morosely and brought the glass to his lips.

Tom just frowned, "Jogging, right. I'm going back to bed. Kevin...have fun?"

Macy waved brightly to the retreating Lucas father before turning her attention back on Kevin. "So, the most important thing is a good start. Breakfast is key."

Kevin tuned Macy out and just stared at her, making a point of nodding every now and then. This plan had sounded much better two days ago at 2 pm.

Drawing his gaze away from her face he studied the tracksuit she was wearing. Noticing the lacrosse sticks on the jacket he realized she was simply wearing one of her school track uniforms. Kevin felt a bit overdressed in his velour tracksuit and made a mental note to talk to Stella about it as soon as possible. At least when they got to the field at school he could toss aside the jacket.

"If you're not going to eat anymore we should head out. We'll start with a nice, easy jog to school. When we get to the field I can show you a bunch of stretches that are always good to know and you can tell me about what areas you needed help with."

"Good. Sounds good," Kevin said, pushing away from the table. Grabbing a bottle of water to take with him, he turned to follow Macy out. His gaze was drawn immediately to the seat of her pants where her name was spelt out in bold, white lettering. "Your--" Kevin started to squeak out.

"What?"

"Nothing!" Kevin cleared his throat and repeated himself in a much more normal tone, "Nothing, we should go!"

As Macy took off jogging, Kevin was pained to realize he'd probably be trailing behind her the entire way to school.

"Eye on the prize," Kevin quietly chanted to himself.

His eyes were locked on Macy the entire way.

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Author's Note: I hope yous like it! I don't normally like to write multi-parters, so we'll see how this goes.