A/N: Hi. My name is Noelle. My sister gave me her account mainly because she lost her muse in her stories and wanted to tell you she is very sorry and told me not to give out the name of her stories for those who were waiting for an update. She is very sorry and well wanted me to take her place. I've been dabbling in writing, never really noticed my passion in it until my sister pointed it out and everything. Coming up with this idea just made me super excited to share it with you guys.

Sorry for the grammar/spelling mistakes. No one's really perfect.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It except for the Plot.

~Cupcake Queen~

"The whole guy charm! I'm not falling for it!"
-Kim Crawford

Chapter One: The Star Cupcake

I was never a big fan of anything. It was like how girl's couldn't get enough of nail polish and glitter and all those things that I'm forced to gag that, I'm tired of being different but I'm also glad that I'm not one of those clique girls in stories. I don't skip around and show people how well I did my nails, instead my nails are caked with pink frosting a color which I'm not too fond with either. Ever since my family move to Seaford, a local town in which all the stores are gathered into one specific area. It was like one big homey place for everyone to gather and know, unfortunately for me I'm not too fond of socializing when I have a big batch of dough to fold and shove in the worn out oven.

My family had always run a cupcake store, it was passed down from generations ever since my grandmother's grandmother had thought it was the best way to keep the family together and peaceful. Ever since I was 6 I would run down the stairs and into the kitchen before I was late for lessons from my mother, she had learnt to bake and frost the cupcakes since she was part of the family. Now that they had me, it was my job to pass down the cupcake store. It's kind of a bummer really, I'm an only child. I would hate to be a failure.

But growing up in a place surrounded by the smell of cupcakes and the sight of them, I grew to love making them. It takes stress off from school in which everyday I'm given at least 5 new assignments that was due exactly 3 days from then. From the age of 10 I've been stuck in the attic known as my room, laying on my bed and sketching up new designs for the cupcakes kept a wide grin on my face. But that was just a hobby that takes my mind off something like cheerleaders and jocks.

I've dreamed of getting a scholarship to Stanford. I place where I could start a new life and eventually lead me back to the cupcake store, basically I would start back into the beginning. No matter how much I've argued with my parents they've pestered me on living my life in a cupcake store, the only reason I stayed there was to earn enough money for my school intuition money so I could still go to university without asking my parents for an earn loan and which I wouldn't pay back.

I was stuck as Kim Crawford, an average teenage girl.

I let out a frustrated groan as my fingers fumbled with the delicate red rose, pressing it deeper to prevent it from sliding off for the millionth time. I blew out the strand of blonde hair out of my eyes and continued back to eyeing the cupcake. it had a light pink color, sprinkled with rainbow toppings and a heart shaped holder. Peering through the translucent holder was deep chocolate brown. I licked my lips as my stomach growled loudly, I swiftly ignored it and placed the cupcake on a nearby tray before grasping the edges and placing it aside.

Wiping my caked fingers on my maroon apron with the lettering of, "Cupcake Queen" plastered on the front. I shook my head in displeasure at the store name, it recently became my school nickname, everywhere my feet turned to go was another greeting. I slipped off my hairband and redid my bun before securing it tightly. My brown eyes dulled at the sight of a freshly made batch of strawberry cupcake mixture.

With a childish stomp of my feet and I dragged myself forward, clasping the wooden spoon and began to mix it thoroughly before grabbing a stack of cupcake holders and began placing them on the tray. My head snapped to examine the front of the store. It had a light blue wallpaper, and soft, multiple colored tiled flooring. She felt like she was in a doll house.

I began to scoop the mixture into the cups, halfway and continued with the rest. My eyes boring holes, blinking as I grew tired with the sight. The minute I finished the batch I grabbed oven mitts and shoved the tray inside and kicked it shut. Walking to the front my mother widened her eyes at me before pushing me back inside, I frowned at her actions and shoved her hands off my shoulder.

"What? Am I too embarrassing to be out in the open?" I asked sarcastically. My mother grabbed a damp dish towel and wiped off any trace of frosting.

"No. Of course not." my mother laughed before poking my nose. I scrunched it up before looking at my mom patiently, "I just want you to look presentably in front of the customers."

"Why would I-" then I stopped in mid-sentence and shook my head rapidly, "No! No! I'm serving today?" I shrieked in displeasure. Immediately my mom shushed me and patted my back, I squirmed under her touch.

"Dad's running out of supplies and went out of town to buy new ones. I need some help, darling." she explained. I rolled my eyes and shifted my weight, my mood worsened as the door flung open to reveal more customers waited to be served. I grudgingly abandoned my frosted covered apron and fetched the waitress apron with the needed supplies.

It felt more like a cafe. I hurriedly tied a bow and went outside, looking at my mom for confirmation. The minute she nodded, I headed out reaching the first two and forced on a smile, "Hi. What can I get you?" I asked sweetly. Quickly I jotted down their order before placing their table number down and hurried back to fetch their food.

The routine went on for agonizing minutes, my forced smiles turned into a frown but the customers didn't mind. They were just shooting my gentle smiles and laughed and chattered on as I left. At least I would get more tips than needed, of course sacrificing my hanging out time was forced but if I can get my mom to realize I was responsible enough to work and earn my money, maybe she's change her mind.

Just as the customers left I collected their one dollar tip and shoved it inside the apron. I went to serve another when my mom called out, "Honey! Can you take his order, I have to take a phone call." I was about to disagree when she disappeared through the double doors, I shook my head at her before dragging my feet over to the brown haired guy, he was muscular and currently sporting a white shirt, tight enough to hug his muscles. Just as I neared the front, I narrowed my eyes at the sight of his sun glasses.

I pursed my lips but continued, "Welcome to Cupcake Queen, what can I get you?" I asked. He arched an eyebrow before eyeing the menu behind me.

"What would you recommend?" he asked in a deep and husky voice. I took in his words carefully, never heard this question before and I didn't like it one bit. I crossed my arms and leaned back, eyeing him questioningly.

"You're asking me?" I laughed slightly before tucking in loose strands. I slammed down my notepad and pencil before shoving a free menu over to him, "The customer's always right. So just pick." I told him sternly. I was annoyed that he was taking off time from other customers leaving me with no choice but to deal with their rude comments.

"Well. I don't know what's good," he chuckled, "First time here."

I gave up on my little game and peered at the menu before pointing my finger at my favorite. "Double chocolate chip mocha cupcake?" he read out loud unsure. I leaned forward and dropped my voice into a low and threatening tone.

"You asked." I simply said and snatched back the menu.

"Alright. I guess I'll take it." I heard him say. I nodded slowly and turned away from him to grab a take-out bag as he also ordered coffee and a bagel, I turned back to retrieve the cupcakes from the display and only stumbled back in shock the moment I saw the deep brown sets of eyes he had. My breathing hitched slightly before I snapped my attention away. I bent and grabbed his order before wrapped the bag up and straightening up.

It was then I got a good view of him. It was Jack Brewer, the most famous and award-winning actor in his generation, he was known for his looks and stunts. And had made the top 10 hottest celebrities during his breakthrough, it was impossible not to know him. My mouth dried at the sight of him and I flushed beat red at the thought my behavior, I hated the fact that he had that affect on me. Still, I didn't know why he'd rather stroll in like a normal guy instead of strutting in with pride.

"That'll be 7.50." I managed to choke out. He shook his head and flashed his dazzling smile. Of course, he'd be cocky and conceited that he had that affect on girls. "Stop that." I snapped sternly over at him and shifted uncomfortably as his gaze stayed on me.

"Stop what?" he asked confused.

I gestured to him wildly, "The whole guy charm! I'm not falling for it." I snapped. He offered his money and I ignored as he scrunched his eyebrows at the sight of me. I gingerly grabbed the money and gave him his change. I literally shoved the bag in his face, smirking as he leaned back immediately to avoid being hit. I didn't mind being rude, if he wanted to be a normal guy and I'll treat him like a normal guy. He grasped his food and hesitantly turned around before swiftly turned back to say.

"One tip. Being rude to your customers isn't a great way to sell." he murmured harshly before sliding his sun glasses back on and walked out of the door. I waited until I heard the ding as the door shut and I stood there fuming at him.

"You'll get wrinkles early if you continue doing that honey." my mother told him and patted my cheek, I gaped at her before grabbing my notepad and pencil and went back to taking orders. I couldn't help looking back at the door wondering if I'll see him again, I shook my head and forced myself to become distracted. Even though it was just 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I wanted the day to be over.

I strolled through the park. My mind was still occupied by Jack Brewer's appearance, isn't that what stars always do? I gritted my teeth in frustration before finding a decent bench to occupy with my grumbling self. Plopping myself down on it, I pulled out my notebook and flipped through the numbers of cupcakes drawn in to find a fresh and new blank page. Immediately my mind clicked and my pencil began to draw smoothly, the next cupcake was chocolate flavored. It was decorated with blue frosting and star-shaped sprinkles in multiple colors. To make it more glamorous, I placed in edible glitters to show how stars are always shining.

I knew that this cupcake had symbolized Jack Brewer's appearance in my life.

A/N: Not my best work. Of course. It's my first work on fanfiction. If you're wondering at the end of each chapter will be a sketch of a new chapter relating to the chapter and everything. You can guess why the title is the chapter's title.

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-Noelle