A/N: This fic will start after the ricky weaver episode, because I don't remember what kim did in the commercial, and the other episodes haven't come out yet… so, this will be for the present, a future fic… once the other episodes come out, I'll try to align them with the plot

Disclaimer: not mine… not even the plot really…

Kim POV:

"Admit it. You like me!" Jack's voice rang out, trying to get the upper hand. I knew that even if I liked him, telling him, and under these circumstances nonetheless, would be a big mistake, so it was good that I didn't have a crush on him. I mean, how could I like a guy who would raise this topic in the middle of our first competition against each other? I shook my head, and bantered with him, getting ready to destroy him…

A few weeks later:

I sat in my room, pondering how I felt about Jack. I mean, he unveiled Ricky's plan, but I thought that he had been jealous. Of curse he was jealous, but he was also doing it out of concern, which was sweet. I felt a little foolish that I had though he liked me, but I tried not to show it after literally kicking Ricky out, and then storming out of there; I didn't really want to see what Jack might to do Ricky, but I convinced the paparazzi to wait outside so they could see the aftermath. I never thought that I would be so good at reading Jack's mind without me or him knowing it...

"Honey, Dinner Time!" my mother's pitch perfect voice sang up to my huge bedroom in our mansion, distracting me from my wandering thoughts, stopping the [untrue] thoughts that might come up in my mind after thinking how we were made for each other... no- stop that! Dinner! I scolded myself.

"Okay, Mom! Coming!" I called out, sighing. If it was dinner, then my annoying but cute little brother must've set the table. The reason I had sighed was that if someone else set the table, I was going to be that night's "Sweeper." Everyday, one child sets the table for breakfast, one is the sweeper, and cleans up the mess, and it repeats for dinner.

"Hi, Honey! How was your day?" "Was Karate fun?" "Did you do all of you homework?" first my father questioned me, then my brother, and finally my mother.

"Well dad, my day was really fun, thanks for wondering. Johnny, I loved Karate, and I almost beat Jack when we were sparring. Oh, and mom, you know I finish my homework even before I go to karate, or else I skip that! My academics are very important to me!" I responded, firing off the answers, the last one with a bite of sarcasm.

"Sorry, Sweetie, but I was just wondering… you and your siblings have too many extra-curricular activities, if you ask me! On some days you have, what, Karate, Gymnastics, and cheerleading practices, and on the weekends skiing with the family takes up a lot of time!" My mother seemed stressed out, which meant that she had a particularly big case coming up the following day. My mother's a lawyer, by the way, and she's a DA (District Attorney).

"Mom, I can handle it. If Davy could handle it with twice as many sports as I have, then I can also." Davy's my older brother. He's currently in his junior year of high school on a sports scholarship. We would be going to the same school, but he applied out under my parents' orders and now goes to a private high school where he boards. I miss him a lot, but no as much as his twin, Mary, who also applied out for private high school, and her school is little bit closer than Davy, but her school specializes in arts; it's called Hollywood Arts High School. I know that it's a great honor to go to that school, but other kids need it rather than my sibling, as we have more than enough money- I mean, just look at the mansion called our house!

Mary's changing, though... She became friends with some girl this year, a "Trina Vega," and ever science they both are obsessed with ranting about their younger sisters. I think that if I was to ever meet this Trina, I'd slap her as payback for altering my sister so that she's being even more annoying than Davy; that's a hard core diss, coming from the girl Davy and his friends used to shoot paintballs at.

A/N: I do not own Victorious, and the paintball story comes from my mom. she has an older brother, and when he and his friends hung out at their house, they'd actually make my mom and her friends put on layers and layers of clothing and then after making them stand a reasonable distance away, would practice, with my mom and her friends as their targets. My mom said that with all the layers, it only stung a little, so there was no real harm. Still, do not try the above at home. That was a few generations ago- if you try that now, people will most likely press charges.

Jack's POV

As I sat on my bed wondering whether Kim liked me or not, my mom called out my name.

"Jack! A young boy is calling you on the house phone!" my mother called (as stated before) loudly and with a slight sing-song tome to her voice.

"Okay mom, I've got it!" I shouted, picking up a phone and pressing the talk button."

"Hey Jack! Wassup? I was wondering if you and the guys could meet up and help me with a problem… it's sorta serious…" Jerry's voice was lacking his usual whiney/delinguint tone, which meant that it was serious.

"Sure Jerry. You just got to call Milton and I'll call Eddie and Kim, 'kay?

~Later, at that place that they eat in the strip mall~

"So Jerry, what happened? Did you ace a test?"

"No. My mom wants to move the family to another state."

"What? Why?" we all cried out as one, disappointment written all across our features.

"Well, my sisters are following my… path to the dark side… as my mom calls it. I'm influencing them in negative ways, so she wants us to relocate to a nice spot in New England so that was can restart everything… and she says there's no way that she's changing her mind. What do I do? That's an entire country away!"

A/N: hehe little cliffhanger… but don't worry I'm starting the second chapter as I'm typing… sort of! Review! Please! I don't know whether to continue or not if you don't review! Oh and please no flames! They'll discourage my writer's confidence!