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Hey everyone! I've missed the KB:SD fan-base and there's a very good reason for this plot. Let me know and if you want me to I'll tell you next chapter.
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That means no ripping my heart out, burning it, then dancing on the ashes.
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It wasn't that she had anything against being a Buttowski (honestly!) it was just she occasionally felt annoyed at being part of this particular branch of it. Brianna looked out the back window with a glare; how her brother had managed to convince their parents to let him para-board instead of riding along with the rest of them was beyond her, but there was already little room with Brad and Gunther using up so much space that she could hardly complain.

There were moments where she wondered if life would've been easier with older sisters rather than brothers… then again, she wasn't sure she'd be able to put up with not being the only pageant princess of the family. As the youngest, Brianna received certain privileges and got away with much more than her older brothers could even dream of, still…

She rolled her eyes when she noticed the Gunther had fallen asleep and turned to look out her own window. Honestly, she couldn't figure out why the rest of her family made such a big deal about almost finishing high school? Her parents had done the same thing with Brad right before he started his senior year and for some odd reason, they had decided to keep the tradition alive; as if they actually needed to celebrate the fact Kick had managed to pass the 11th grade and would start the last year of his high school career soon… He got decent marks after all.

Maybe I can convince them to let me go on my own vacation when it's my turn… She thought ruefully. The idea of going on another family trip when her turn came wasn't exactly something she wanted and Brianna could only shudder at the possible plans her parents would come up with. At least she had her new cell phone in her pocket and a laptop packed; it'd help ease some of the boredom.

She perked up a bit when the car approached some soccer fields and scanned the area; the city they were visiting was well known for its particularly handsome athletes and ever since she had discovered the benefits of being confidant and pretty, she always looked forward to having an occasional servant at her beck-and-call. Her annoyed mood returned when she noticed it was the girls' soccer team rather than the boys.

Figures, I'll bet the boys already had their practice… Brianna huffed and nearly turned away when she noticed a flash of familiar blonde hair from the corner of her eye. Is it… Her mouth dropped open, No way…

"Catching flies isn't attractive, Brianna." Brad scoffed then glanced at the fields, "SOCCER BABES!? Oh this summer is gonna be sweet! Wait till the ladies get a load of The Brad- HEY!" He rubbed the back of his head as his younger sister pulled her hand away, "What was that for?"

"Those girls are still in high school Brad!" She crossed her arms, "One of my friends is on the field."

He scoffed again, "Whatever, not like I was interested anyways…"

She rolled her eyes and turned to look out the back window. They were too far away now, but if she was right about the girl she noticed (and she definitely was), the next few weeks had suddenly become much more entertaining. Even more so because it seemed the 'ever observant' Kick Buttowski hadn't noticed the girl as his younger sister had.

Oh the possibilities…

Brianna sighed happily and leaned back in her seat. All she had to do was set things in motion by getting them to 'accidently' run into each other, which probably was the simplest step, and after that she could sit back and watch from a distance… and maybe 'borrow' the family camera for a while. Summer blackmail material was the best kind after all.

Gunther watched with a slightly worried expression as his best friend landed in front of the vacation home. The house itself was nice and a huge improvement from the style Kick's dad usually went for, but he couldn't help the anxiousness he felt when he noticed the innocent, almost angelic, smile on Brianna's face. Normally that particular look meant trouble, and not the kind of trouble he and Kick usually found themselves in; it was the kind that typically happened when Brianna found some sort of amusement in her older brother's misfortune and she was the cause of said misfortune in the first place. That or she was playing cupid. Ew.

"Yeah, that was awesome!" Kick punched the air and tossed his best friend the moose pelt, "Thanks for letting me borrow that, Gunther. I definitely need one of my own."

"No problem, Kick. My Mom was thinking about making some in a few weeks so I'll let her know."

"You do that. In the meantime, I saw some of the sweetest places for some of the stunts I've been planning. Let's grab my bag and-"

"Not so fast, Kick." Brianna hopped up beside Gunther and nearly caused him to jump out of his skin. "I want to visit the soccer fields; I already asked Dad and he said yes."

Her brother scowled, "Brad can go with you."

"No, he went with Mom to the store, which is in the opposite direction of where I want to go." Her face became thoughtful, "I think the annual 'Summer Spectacular' this city is so famous for is gonna start soon. I know you saw an amusement park being set up a little farther down…" She shrugged, "What would our parents have to say about my big brother abandoning me in a new town…." Her expression became a mix of mock sympathy (directed towards him, he was sure) and self-pity, "Imagine all the potential stunts you could pull while they're not finished, just because you don't want to come with little ol'me to see my friends…"

"Alright, alright, geez…" Kick huffed and jumped onto the hood of the car.

"I don't know about this, Kick…" He looked down and noticed Gunther practically flattening himself against the vehicle, "There's something very wrong about the way Brianna's smiling… it's the same one she gets when she's planning something."

"Don't be paranoid, Gunther. I'm sure whatever it is, we'll get away before anything happens. Besides," A smirk crossed his face as he jumped off and landed beside his friend, "I already wanted to visit the amusement park and there's a Food 'n' Fix across the street from the soccer field. We'll just ditch Brianna as soon as we get there. It's not like she'll care."

Gunther frowned, "I dunno…"

"Relax buddy. Long gone are the days my little sister managed to get the better of me. Ready to go?" Kick looked over at Brianna who, surprisingly, stood closer to him and his friend than he last remembered.

"Uh, yeah; I've been ready."

Kick shot her a mild glare before walking away with Gunther at his heels, "Hurry up then. There's a sloshy with my name on it."

"You better not embarrass me in front of everyone when we get there." Brianna brushed some imaginary dust off the sleeve of her jacket as she kept pace with her brother, "I need at least five servants if I'm going to survive this vacation."

Gunther tilted his head, "What does that have to do with meeting your friend?"

"Don't ask pointless questions," She huffed, "Anyways, you better stay with me till I find her. For some reason I'll never understand, you two are popular with girls and when they find out Kick's my brother and you're his best friend, they'll be more willing to introduce me to the guys' soccer team."

"Didn't you say you're friends with some of them?" Kick raised an eyebrow, "Like you actually need us around. And I figured you more of a football kinda girl, sis."

"First off, it's to convince the girls who aren't my friends, duh. And please, as if I'd really waste my time with those guys."

"Hey look!" They turned to an overly excited Gunther pointing across the street, "It's a Food 'n' Fix! Wow, the walk was shorter than I thought."

"That's because we took a shortcut," Brianna mumbled.

"Awesome!" Kick turned towards his best friend in excitement, "Time for some- HEY! What are you doing?! Let go!"

Brianna ignored their indignant cries as she dragged the two boys by the ears towards a bench. It was attracting more attention than she had predicted, which was good, but the girl she wanted to look over was too involved in the game to even notice them.

She pushed them to the ground and sat down as she examined her nails with a bored expression, "Like I said, you better stay here till she's finished. 'Cause if you don't, I'm gonna tell Mom and Dad it wasn't a monkey that escaped from the Zoo and trashed the kitchen."

"Seriously, Brianna?" Kick adjusted his helmet and stood over her with his arms crossed and steely gaze focused on her despite her indifference, "Threats aside, you can't keep us here forever."

"I'm not, just until they're finished. And from what I see they don't have much longer. Look for yourself."

Kick rolled his eyes and glanced at Gunther who shrugged before looking at the field. With the exception of dodge ball, Kick had never found interest in any sports and (in his opinion) watching his sisters friend run back and forth chasing a stupid soccer ball was throwing perfectly good time doing anything else out the window. Still, there wasn't much he could do unless he wanted his parents to trap him indoors for the rest of their trip, even if the vacation was for him. In reality it was just an excuse, aside from a few hours of family bonding, for everyone to do whatever they wanted. The only thing he needed to worry about though was his father's overly enthusiastic plans in visiting the city's Post Office. That was probably the bonding activity they'd be stuck doing…

He shook his head and turned towards the field in time to see one of the girls kick the ball over her opponents head and dart around before securing the black and white sphere once more. She ran across the grass and elegantly dodged the other players who got near her, passing to her teammates before they sent the ball back to her. Someone was obviously the star player. Her movements were passionate and confident yet graceful and smooth as she made her way across the field; kicking the ball as far as she could then bolting once more as her teammate caught the pass.

Kick tilted his head slightly as he took in her appearance; she had long, blonde hair pulled up in a high ponytail, translucent skin with the slightest hint of spending hours in the sun (impressive, considering the outdoor nature of the sport). She seemed to possess a lithe figure that was only slightly hidden beneath the loose blue shirt and black shorts. Overall she appeared pretty and even though he was used to fast movements and capturing scenes in an instant due to his life style, he continually missed getting a clear look at her face. Something about her strong yet refined movements seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember from where.

He shrugged and shoved the feeling aside. She was probably the friend Brianna had mentioned, and he'd have the chance to speak with her once the team left the field… and if his sister even let him get near her later. His attention shifted to the field once more as she suddenly avoided one of the Defenders* and caught a pass in time to keep it from straying. The familiar feelings of eagerness and excitement he usually got when performing stunts raced thru him as the girl aimed and shot the ball past the goalie.

"GOAL!"

Kick couldn't help but smile at the group, and a sense of pride filled his chest as the blonde lifted her arms and jumped happily while the rest of the team surrounded her in congratulations.

"Wow!" Gunther jumped up in excitement, "They're good!"

"Of course they're good," The boys turned to Brianna who was casually filing her nails, "One of the top teams in the country. Last I heard they expect their new team captain to lead them to nationals."

Kick raised an eyebrow, "Impressive." He looked at the team, "Blondie's not too shabby. If the captain is half as good as her they definitely got a shot."

"Which blonde?" Gunther asked.

"The one who scored."

Brianna smirked and discreetly adjusted the camera that was inconspicuously lying on her lap. So her brother had noticed the girl after all. Oh things were working out beautifully! And she couldn't help but glance at Kick when the girl pulled away from the group and turned completely, smiling brightly as she stood before the squad. His eyes were wide with shock and his expression frozen as he stared in astonishment.

Gunther took a step forward, "Is… Is that…?"

"Speak clearly, Gunther," Brianna glanced at him then turned back to the field, "Who's who?"

"That!" He pointed towards the crowd of girls who were still congratulating one another, "Her! That's… that's…"

Kick felt the blood drain from his body as a pair of familiar eyes met his, "Kendall Perkins…" He whispered.

"Alright girls," Kendall pulled out a clipboard and looked over her team before continuing, "Coach can't make it today, but she wanted me to remind you we have a game in less than a month and we need to be in top shape! Because it's not just any team we'll be going up against, we're starting off the season with our number one rivals!"

She smiled as the girls began cheering, "After warm-ups we'll start with some technique and skill drills that our assistant captain prepared for us. They're to maximize our efficiency as individuals while simultaneously helping us as a team. We're going to switch up the lines as much as we can then we'll have a practice game, any questions?"

"Captain," A brown haired girl lifted her hand, "How are we going to be divided for the practice game?"

"We'll tell you after we finish drills. Now let's take advantage of having the field to ourselves!"

Soccer practice was always too short in Kendall's opinion, but the trill she got when playing with her team opposed to practicing on her own was worth it. They were a bunch of spirited girls who always gave their best, so different from the student council she had dealt with till the end of her freshman year before she left Mellowbrook. Back when she lived there, the others had only done what they were told or she had to take care of everything on her own… then again, she had never really given them the chance to do anything else. It still amazed her how much of a difference moving to a new town had made in her life…

Kendall took a quick drink from her water bottle once they finished their drills; she probably would've found herself in the same situation as before if it hadn't been for the soccer team. She basked in the sun and her memories for a moment before jogging to her position as the rest of the group lined up for their practice game. Who would've thought she'd end up playing sports? Life now was so much different than what she had imagined only a couple years before; she was friends with a group of girls who were some of the best people she knew and she was going to spend her senior year as team captain! Breaking out of the 'know-it-all, spoiled, insufferable teacher's pet' label she had held for so many years, even if the opportunity to change it had come up, it couldn't compare to having a fresh start. True, there were others who didn't mind her back in her old school, and she had gotten along with her classmates when it really mattered, but here no one knew her history or her past mistakes.

And that was a gift in itself.

She took a deep breath and launched herself as soon as their game began, moving across the field in a way that reflected years of practice and expertise. It had been her most guarded secret when she had lived in Mellowbrook; one she had protected almost obsessively for reasons she hardly remembered (or outright chose to ignore). Even when she had replaced her old town's resident daredevil, even though she knew he was horrible at soccer**, when he had issued a rematch she had chosen roller derby... It was ridiculous honestly; the way she had allowed the recognition to go to her head… but she had wanted to wipe that perpetually smug look off his face and maybe she had wanted him to pay attention to her just once-

An 'opponent' suddenly appeared, catching her off guard and allowing the ball to be stolen. Kendall narrowed her eyes and pushed her stray thoughts away as she ran after the girl; there was no time for worrying about the past, they had a game to win! She quickly caught up and took the ball back with ease, dodging the girls that chased her before passing the ball to one of her teammates as adrenalin rushed thru her. She was briefly reminded of the time dancing had been required to pass gym class, only she was surrounded by her team rather than being accompanied by a handsome daredevil…

Focus! She scolded herself as her teammates passed the ball back to her again; if she got this shot, then their chances at winning the game against their most hated rivals were almost guaranteed.

She faked a pass before using one foot to lift the ball in the air and kicked it as hard a she could. "GOAL!" She threw her arms up and jumped around before the rest of the girls nearly tackled her to the ground as they celebrated with her.

"Kends that was awesome!"

"We're totally ready for our first game!"

"Nothing's gonna get past us! Right Kendall?!"

"GO TEAM GO!"

Kendall laughed and pulled away to face them, "Ok girls! Great game! Let's run some cool-down laps before we finish up practice and-"

The team watched in sudden confusion as the color drained from their captain's face and a look of shock mixed with dismay replaced the smile she had worn. "Kendall?" The brunette from before reached towards her captain before she pulled her hand away and looked in the direction the blonde had zeroed in on.

The rest of the team turned with her and noticed three people they had never seen before standing by the benches for the fans, staring right back at them. The girl wore an amused expression while the two boys looked stunned, as if they couldn't believe whatever it was they were seeing.

"Kendall, do you… Kendall?"

She walked past them, her face composed and confident (if not somewhat arrogant and irritated) as she approached the three strangers and left her team to stare after her. Kendall knew she was being odd, but she couldn't bring herself to tell the squad yet, and she couldn't ignore the three people from her hometown. She spared a brief glance at Brianna and Gunther, but kept her eyes on the stoic daredevil before her. Aside from looking just a bit older, he hadn't changed since the last time she had seen him (deliciously built and tall with an unwavering gaze…), but what bothered her was how her stomach erupted into butterflies just as they had every time she had met his eyes when she was young.

"Oh my god!" Brianna launched herself at the older girl and enveloped her in a hug, "I've missed you, Kends! It's been forever since the last time I saw you! The rest of the fam's here on vacation which means you and I totally need to hang out before we go…"

Both Kick and Kendall tuned the pageant girl out and glared at each other for a moment before Kendall turned towards Brianna and Kick broke the silence; there was no way he was going to let her ignore him, "Never pegged you for a soccer player."

She gave him a pointed look, "I never expected to see you at a soccer practice. Watching your fans fall all over you not enough anymore? Or did your precious one-man dodge ball team lose its charm?"

"My team is doing just fine thanks," Kick scoffed, "And you know as well as I do I never enjoyed the obsessive attention I got sometimes in the first place."

"Could've fooled me,"

"Come on, Kends-"

"Don't call me that!" She hissed, "Only my friends are allowed to call me that, and last time I checked, you aren't my friend!"

He rolled his eyes, "Oh boo-hoo, poor me; Kendall Perkins doesn't consider me her part of her inner circle."

"Go die in a hole, Buttowski!"

Brianna raised an eyebrow and glanced at Gunther, who looked shocked at Kendall's outburst. It hadn't been rare to see the old student council leader lose her temper, mostly at Kick, but the sudden fury*** she portrayed was a bit of a surprise.

They probably needed a bit more help than she had first thought.

She tilted her head slightly in mild fascination as her brother smirked at their old neighbor, who simply glared in return. Then again, they obviously still had chemistry if the sparks flying between them as they continued bickering were any indication. Brianna gave a mental shrug and adjusted the camera; they'd thank her one day.

"Kendall," Everyone turned (aside from the ever entertaining couple), and Brianna nearly lost her temper as a tall, brown-haired, green-eyed and obviously well-built soccer player from the boy's team approached them. Of all the times for an interruption-

Actually… An impish smiled crossed her face, He could be useful…

"Is your team finished with the field?" The newcomer asked, eyes shifting from Kendall to Kick as the two continued to glare at each other, "'Cause the girls said you haven't even started your cool-offs."

"Almost," Kendall gave Kick a small scowl and turned to the boy, "I was just making plans with an old friend. Brianna, this is-"

"The captain of the boys' soccer team I assume! Kinda hard to miss the "C" on your jersey. Nice to meet you!" Brianna interrupted as she stepped forward and held out her hand, "Sorry about taking up her time, I haven't seen her in years and I totally need someone to go to the mall with while I'm here." She waved a disinterested hand towards her brother, "The idiots behind me are hardly what you could call good company when you're on vacation, but what can you expect from your adrenaline-obsessed older brother and his best friend. Love your accent by the way."

The boy chuckled, "I'm originally from France, been here about 5 years but it still hasn't gone away. And don't worry; I know what that's like since I have two older sisters and a younger one." He turned to Kendall, "We'll wait till you finish your cool-off laps, Kends."

"Thanks Andre****." She smiled at him before looking back at her friend, "Brianna, I've got some stuff to take care of after I finish here. Think we can meet up at the mall later today?"

"Sure! Here's my cell number, I wrote it down when I noticed you so just text me."

"I'll see you later then. Come on Andre, looks like my girls are about ready to strangle your teammates." Kendall turned and gave Brianna a small wave before looking forward again and pointedly ignored her friend's older brother.

Part of her knew she was getting into trouble, and willingly at that, but at the same time she couldn't bring herself to care. Yes, almost two years had passed and she had thought herself over it, but just seeing him again as he stood at the other end of the field had proved part of her hadn't completely let go of the childish infatuation. Brianna had said the family was on vacation, and the fact Kendall had personally erased every possibility of anyone from her old high school finding her till after graduation meant they had stumbled into each other's lives once more by mere accident, and that was a sign for something… wasn't it?

She let out a frustrated sigh as her team began their laps; summer was definitely going to be much more complicated than she had thought.

Kick glared at the back of the Andre's head. The stupid athlete was standing much too close to Kendall as they walked away and the fact she refused to look back (even if it was only to glare at him) after she waved to his little sister only added fuel to his flame of annoyance.

"You didn't tell me the friend you wanted to see was Kendall."

Brianna shrugged and examined her nails, "You never asked."

"You could've mentioned something!"

"And you would've said no." She put her hands on her hips, "I just texted mom and she's still out shopping. Do you know how long it'd take for me to find out when the next practice was if I had waited for Brad? I was lucky I even noticed on our way here!"

"You totally set this up! I could've been at somewhere else, anywhere other than here, and I wouldn't have had to see her!"

Brianna rolled her eyes, "Please Kick, she's my friend; I would've invited her over to the cabin at some point and you'd be in the same position as you are now. Get over it."

"Not until you admit-"

"Admit what?" She interrupted, "Last I heard you guys got into another 'disagreement' right before she moved. Which is nothing new if you ask me; so I don't see why you're worked up about this."

Kick ignored her sarcastic tone and continued to glare at her, "Don't play innocent with me! I know you know what happened, and if you think you can fix everything, let me tell you that-"

"Uh… guys? Maybe we should get going; the guy's soccer team is staring at us…" Gunther glanced worriedly to the field before turning his attention to his best friend. "The day's still young, let's go get some sloshy's and maybe food before we head to some of the places we passed by on our way here."

Kick looked at the field and scoffed, "Hurry up you guys; we're killing daylight."

"You'd be out doing your stupid stunts even if it was the middle of the night!" Brianna cried indignantly as her brother began walking away, jogging lightly to catch up to him, "You just don't want me near the guys' soccer team!"

He threw an arm around her shoulder, "Relax sis; just think of it as your older brother looking out for you."

"Please… With you around, I'll never have the time to find any potential servants."

"Whatever floats your boat, Bree." Kick turned to his best friend, "I noticed a Rail Yard not far from the main road, anything in my list of stunts for that?"

"Yeah sure, gimme a sec…"

"Don't think this conversation is over Clarence Buttowski!" Brianna snapped, "If you ruin my chances at being waited on hand-and-foot you are so gonna be in for it!"

Gunther rolled his eyes and pulled out a notebook. Honestly, he found it a bit pointless how Brianna continued to act innocent, yet it was understandable at the same time; she was exceptionally persuasive when she wanted to be. Not to mention she enjoyed playing Cupid too much for her own good…

He couldn't help but let out an exasperated sigh and look towards the heavens as he silently asked his Viking deities why he was in such a complicated position. So much for a celebratory vacation.

*Defenders are known as "Fullbacks". Along with the Goalkeeper, they have the job of stopping the opponents from scoring.
**In Season 2 Episode 20 Gym Dandy, gym was replaced with knitting and Kick tried out for other sports and discovered he wasn't good at anything other than dodgeball. In Season 2 Episode 52 Roll Reversal, Kendall becomes Mellowbrook's daredevil due to a fluke and Kick challenges her to a rematch.
***As far as I've seen, Kendall does lose her temper, but she doesn't go all scary crazy where she's screaming and yelling that often. I think in the episode "Hand-In-Hand" was the only one I've really ever seen her truly freak out in. "Stand and Delivery" is a testament to how she gets upset but doesn't react violently. To an extent anyways.
****Andre is an OC I had from my last fic, I decided to 'recycle' instead of come up with a new OC.
I normally prefer more difficult-personality couples opposed to the really mushy, openly/obviously affectionate ones.
I actually wasn't planning on the whole "Kendall moved away" thing, but it just ended up happening.
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See ya soon!