A/N: I do not own Kickin' It, Jack or Kim.

Jack's POV

"Kim, what happened there?" I asked. Her arm had a large bruise on it.

"Nothing. Sparring accident. That's all." She said, though I could tell something was up.

"You're a terrible liar." In reply to that she just scoffed. "Kim, what happened?"

"It's nothing, Jack."

"Kimmyyyyyy." I pleaded, earning a glare from Kim.

"Don't call me that!" She snapped. But she was pretty cute when she was angry. Wait, did I seriously just say that?!

"C'mon, Kim. If it's nothing then why won't you tell me?" I stepped closer to her - no, not like that, well - okay - I'm gonna shut up. She opened her mouth to say something, but the she just fell into me, beginning to cry.

"Kim? Kim, are you alright?!" She shook her head mildly, and I wrapped my arms around her.

We were near the mall entrance, and I thought Kim was gonna kill me if I made her go in there. She never cried. Or admitted she was hurt, mentally or physically. She was strong, so I was worried. "Come on, over here." I guided her behind one of the buildings where there was a small area with trees. No one ever came here, it was sort of ignored or unknown. I came here sometimes, it was... peaceful. Quiet.

I sat down on a log, Kim next to me. "Kimmy, what's wrong?"

"Shut it, Brewer," she said, a small smile appearing on her face.

"Are you gonna tell me what happened?" She had stopped crying, but she was still pressed against me. It felt good. Did I really just say that? Seriously. I need to shut up.

"Yesterday..." she started, "I was walking out of school... A-and he was trying to talk to me, a-and tell me he wanted me back, and I t-tried to walk away but.. but he grabbed me and pulled me back

a-and then he h-hit me.."

She started crying again, and I wrapped her into a hug. "Kim..." She didn't need to say who 'he' was, I knew she meant Brett.

"And I flipped him." She looked up at me after saying that, and we both started laughing.

"Kim, I..." I started to say. "Nevermind." I wanted to tell her before it was too late, how much I liked her. More like loved her. Before she got together with another idiot like Brett.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Spill it, Brewer."

"Never!" I said, standing up and pulling her up with me. I picked her up by her waist and hung her over my shoulder.

"Jackson Brewer you put me down right now!" She shrieked, laughing.

"Why should I, Kimmy?"

"I think you're forgetting that I'm a black belt and could kick your ass any minute now."

"You got a point there." I put her down gently before realizing how close together we were.

"Hey Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"Nevermind." She teased. "What were you going to say before?"

"Nothing."

"Oh really?"

"Oh just shut up!" I laughed.

And before I knew it, our lips crashed together. It was a soft kiss; but still passionate. When we remembered oxygen was actually a necessity, we separated. Kim had a happy, dumfounded grin on her face and I probably did too.

"Kimmy?"

"Don't you dare say nevermind. And. Don't. Call. Me. Kimmy!"

"All right then, Kimberly."

"On second thought I'd rather be called Kimmy. Now get to the point!"

"I love you." I really can't believe I said that. Even though it's true.

"You're an idiot." She said, her eyes sparkling, "But I love you too."