Disclaimer: I do not own JONAS.

A/N: Watching the first episode on the airplane got me thinking about Penny and Macy again – and golf. I got the idea of this from the Macy/Nick chapter in Range of Emotion, but it is not related. I just wanted to look at the similarities between the two characters who seem so different on the surface. I don't know a huge amount about golf, so please forgive any mistakes.

Dedication: Happy Birthday to Fabled Diamond!

In theory, Penny should have been perfect for him. She was pretty, she sang and played the guitar, and she loved golf. If Nick had been inventing his perfect girl, she would have been exactly like Penny, minus the boyfriend. But then, the reality didn't quite live up to the ideal.

And all it took was one round of golf.

She had meant it when she said she loved the game, but apparently she and her dad played as a way of bonding and used their time on the course to talk. Seriously, she talked the entire time; even when Nick was lining up a shot. The girl wouldn't shut up. By the seventh hole he wanted to jump in the cart and ditch her. By the eleventh hole he was considering shoving his driver cover in her mouth as a gag. By the seventeenth hole, she was grave danger of being drowned in the water hazard. He couldn't concentrate, and his score for the round was eight shots higher than his worst game that year. If he wanted to keep his handicap, there was no way he could ever play with her again.

It was then that he decided that girls and golf didn't mix.

He was pretty sure that the truth applied to other sports as well (certainly to Stella who whined annoyingly when faced with anything more physically challenging than Wii bowling), but golf was definitely a no-girl zone.

Apparently Macy Misa hadn't gotten that message, he realized as he approached the driving range because there she was with three baskets of balls. He considered turning around and leaving right then (Macy with a club in her hand was reason enough in itself without the girl/golf philosophy violation), but Kevin and Joe had dropped him off and wouldn't be back for an hour. Instead, he took a deep breath, grabbed his clubs and basket of balls and headed over to the range. Maybe if he was lucky, she wouldn't notice he was there.

'Hi, Nick!"

Apparently he wasn't that lucky.

"What are you doing here? Are you going to hit some balls? I can't believe I'm going to hit golf balls next to a member of…" Nick winced as he heard Macy began to babble excitedly while waving her club around. He decided to cut her off before she got too far into one of her JONAS fan girl moments and brained someone accidentally.

"Hi, Macy. Yes, I'm going to try and hit a few balls." He put extra emphasis on the word 'try', hoping she'd get the hint that he didn't feel like talking.

"Oh, right," Macy said sounding a little disappointed. "Well, I'll just let you get started then."

Nick felt a little guilty as he watched her turn back to the range. Well, guilty and really glad he had picked a spot out of the reach of her club. Brushing off the feeling, he began to stretch a little, watching Macy as he twisted.

She took a deep, centering breath and then settled into position. He watched in awe as she swung the club and hit a gorgeous shot – straight and long. She made it look effortless. Stretching forgotten, he stood and stared as she grabbed another ball. He held his breathe, sure that the last shot had to have been a fluke. But then she hit three more like it in a row.

"Wow," he finally muttered.

She turned and looked at him in surprise. "Did you say something?"

Nodding slowly, he replied, "I said 'wow'. You're really good." He glanced down at the three large baskets at her feet. "But I guess you would be if you hit that many balls regularly. Don't your arms get tired?"

Macy giggled. "These aren't all for the range." She gestured towards the baskets. "One is for long shots. One is to practice chipping. And the other is for the putting green."

"Wow."

She shrugged. "I usually come three or four times a week to keep in shape for the season." Frowning, she added, "Last year I was ranked sixth in the state. I know that if I put in a little more effort, I can break into the top five."

"But didn't Kevin tell me you had scored the most points in the state in basketball? And Stella said something about you breaking the regional backstroke record?"

Macy nodded.

"How many sports do you play?" Nick asked slowly.

"Officially, I think about twelve. But a few of them are just for fun. I'm really only serious about six or seven of them?"

He shook his head in disbelief. "How do you train for that many sports?"

She raised an eyebrow at him. "I would have thought you'd be the last person to ask me that."

"Huh?"

"How do you play so many instruments and sing and write songs?"

"I work really hard and focus on what's important and try not to get distracted," he said automatically. "And I practice a lot."

"Exactly. It's the same for me and sports. Plus, I really hate to lose," she said with an edge to her voice, very unlike her JONAS fan girl squeak.

That was definitely something the two of them had in common. Nick knew he was extraordinarily competitive, but from the look in her eyes, she might have him beat in that department. At that moment, he was pretty sure he had underestimated Macy Misa. He had written her off as some klutzy, crazy fan girl without taking the time to get to know her. She was definitely more than he had originally imagined.

"Me too," he said grinning.

"Macy! Thank goodness!"

Nick turned towards the voice to see a balding, middle aged man standing behind him.

"Hi Mr. Franklin. How are you?" Macy chirped, all traces of the intense competitor gone.

"Not good, I'm afraid. I'm slicing again."

Macy smiled at the man fondly. "You know what you're doing wrong, Mr. Franklin."

"I'm looking up?"

"You're looking up," Macy confirmed. "Remember, you need to keep your head down."

"But I like to see how far I hit it," the man whined.

"You don't need to see it to know how far it went. You can tell by the feel of the ball on the club and the sound it makes. And I know you don't' play alone. Get one of your friends to watch where it went for you." She made eye contact with the older man before adding, "You can do it, Mr. Franklin."

Sighing, he said, "You're right. I know you're right. I'll try." Smiling at her he added, "Thanks, Macy."

"Any time."

As the man walked away, Nick gave Macy a questioning look.

"I work here during the summer – caddying and giving lessons," she explained before turning back to hit another ball.

He bent over and picked up a ball as he thought about the contrast between the bubbly girl giving advice to the man a moment ago, the hyperventilating fan girl he saw at school, and the graceful athlete hitting balls a few feet away from him. It was hard to believe they were all the same girl.

"I'm done here," Macy said happily. "I'm going to go grab the putting green while it's still open."

"Oh," he said, sounding a little disappointed. "Okay. Have fun."

"You too!"

As she turned and walked away, Nick glanced down at his watch and groaned. He'd already been there forty minutes, and he hadn't even hit a ball yet because he had been so caught up in watching Macy. He lined up a shot and winced as it bounced and landed ten feet in front of him. He looked over towards the putting green and was grateful that she appeared to be too focused on her own practicing to have noticed how bad the shot had been. After a few more missed shots, he had finally gotten into a decent rhythm when he was interrupted.

"You must be in the zone," he heard a voice say behind him. "You don't usually hit two baskets."

Nick gritted his teeth and turned to address his older brothers. "This is actually my first."

Joe looked around with amusement at the empty driving range and his brother's basket which was still half full. "Had to wait in a long line, then?"

"No. I just got distracted." His eyes flickered over to the green where Macy was just sinking a six foot putt.

Joe began to laugh, but Kevin looked at his brothers in confusion. "I don't get it."

"Little Nicky here decided to hit on girls instead of hitting balls today."

Kevin looked scandalized, "Nick! You know Mom told us we should never hit girls."

"Not hit them, Kev. Hit on them. As in flirt," Joe clarified.

"I wasn't flirting with Macy," Nick insisted. "I was just watching her play. She's really good."

"Sure you were," Joe teased.

Nick rolled his eyes and ignored his brother. The three boys stood watching Macy sink another putt.

"She is really good," Kevin said admiringly. "I wonder if she'd give me some pointers. My putting has been weak lately."

"Your putting has always been weak," Nick snapped. For some reason, he bristled a little at the idea of Macy and Kevin on the golf course together.

"True," Kevin said, not the least bit offended by his brother's comment.

"I have things to do," Joe said as he grabbed a club out of his younger brother's bag, "so how about Kevin and I help you finish up this basket here."

"Cool!" Kevin exclaimed. "Let's see who can hit the ball farthest."

With one last look over at Macy, Nick grabbed a ball and lined it up, determined to win; being around his brothers always brought out his competitive side. But in the back of his mind, he began to reconsider his no girls and golf rule.

Maybe you just needed the right girl to make it work.