Hello! So I decided to start a Kickin' It Story instead of just a one-shot. I thought it'd be fun to write something new instead of Super 8. I spent all day Friday and Saturday just watching all of the episodes of Kickin' It, so I've gotten really familiar with all of the characters, so I hope that this first chapter of my story does you justice.
I do NOT own Kickin' It or any of the characters in this story. I don't own anything but the plot! (I'm shooting for about 15 or 20 chapters, and I promise that they'll all be much longer than this one)
Everyone knows that Jack Anderson & Kim Crawford are best friends. But when they start spending more time together, will they start to realize that they might like each other as more than just friends?
Just Friends
Jack Anderson
Chapter 1
An Awkward Day
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
That's the sound that I woke up to every morning. My eyes shot open and I slammed my hand on the off button on my alarm clock and sat up, running my hands through my hair. It was just gonna be another day. Going to school, falling asleep during class, then getting yelled at by the teacher, then saying something "disrespectful" back to them and being sent out of class. I don't disrespect the teachers; I just try to add humor to the class. Make it more fun. Teachers obviously don't know how to live.
I got out of bed and took a quick shower. I put on a long sleeved t-shirt then pulled on a dark flannel over it. I put on a pair of dark blue jeans and went downstairs. I searched around the house for my Mom and frowned, reading a note she left me on the island counter.
Jack,
Hey, honey! Sorry that I'm not home. I got called into work early. Getting ready for that big business trip. I left some waffles on the stove for you, just warm them up. I promise we'll be spending time before I leave town, bare with me, Jack.
Much love, Mom.
Shaking my head, I tossed the note aside and grabbed my waffles off the stove and started shoveling them into my mouth. I was sick of my mom "getting called into work early", if she was seeing another guy, she should just tell me! My Dad died when I was nine. It wasn't until I turned fourteen that my Mom figured we should leave Florida and come to California for a fresh start. I didn't want to leave because my Dad's grave was here but I couldn't just stay here. And California seemed like a fun place anyway. My thoughts were interrupted when the doorbell rang.
When I opened the door, my morning immediately brightened, "Hey, Jack!"
"Hi, Kim." I said with a smile, stepping aside so she could come in.
"Wha'cha up to?" She said with that small Southern accent visible in her voice.
I shrugged, closing the door, "Nothin'. Got this note from my Mom." I said balling it up, tossing it over to her.
She scanned it quickly then frowned, "I'm sorry, Jack. I'm sure she'll pull through with spending some time with you before she leaves."
"I hope so." I said with a shrug.
She smiled reassuringly and sat down on the couch, patting the spot right next to her. I walked over to her and sat down beside her. She pulled a packet out of her backpack and handed it to me.
"So, are you ready for that tournament this weekend?" She asked me.
I looked over at her and raised an eyebrow, "You kidding me? Of course I'm ready!"
She smiled, "I knew you'd be." She glanced at the clock. "We should get going."
I nodded in agreement, "Yeah."
We both stood up and I grabbed my skateboard, backpack, helmet, and keys then headed out the front door with Kim. When we were outside, Kim grabbed her skateboard and helmet that she left on my front steps and we started to skate down the street together.
Even though Kim and I had been skating to school every morning together for the past few months, it still felt great every single time we did it. I loved spending time with her, she was like my sister. Really, she was the only person I felt like I could open up to. The guys at the dojo had tried getting me to talk to them, like really talk, about my life back in Florida but it was awkward.
Rudy would always ask questions, and the questions didn't even make sense. I was telling him about how the weather in California and Florida are different and he asked, "Did you ever get to meet Bobby Wasabi through your Grandpa?" and the answer was always the same, "No." I can't count how many times I answered that question.
Jerry would always get really confused. Most of the time it was because he didn't even know what I was talking about, or he wasn't paying attention. Eddie would just nod and smile, I knew he was paying attention to something completely off topic, like he always does. And Milton… Well, it's just awkward talking to him about personal stuff. Talking to him is like talking to a therapist, and he's just plain awkward, but who am I kidding? He's just an awkward person.
Then there was Kim. She was the easiest to talk to. It could be because she's the only girl that hangs around the dojo, or the fact that she's my best friend and that she understands me better than anyone I've ever known. She relates to almost everything that I've been through, because she lost her Dad too when she was seven.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when I skated right into the front doors of the school. My skateboard flew from under my feet and I fell backwards and my head slammed into the ground. Luckily I was wearing a helmet, or I would've been toast. Kim ran over to me.
"Jack!" She said, pulling me up. "Are you okay?"
I stumbled slightly, but Kim caught me, wrapping her arm around my shoulder as I wrapped mine around her waist, pulling my helmet off, shaking my head.
"I was calling your name!" She said as we walked inside holding out skateboards.
"You were..?" I asked as she sat me down at our usual study spot by the stairs.
"Yes!" She said, throwing her arms into the air frantically. "You literally went right into the doors. Like you were gonna go through 'em!"
I scratched the back of my head, "Oh, I was zoning out."
She placed a hand on her hip and nodded her head forward, "Obviously."
Jerry came jumping down the stairs, "Sup guys!"
"Hey man." I said, nodding my head at him.
"Duuuuuude, Jack, you look like you just hit in the face, bro." Jerry said squinting at me.
"He just went skating right into the front doors," Kim said sitting beside me. "Almost killed himself, that's for sure."
My head was throbbing. I shook my head and tried to ignore it. I didn't want to worry Kim, she was already freaking out about me skating into the doors. I didn't want to tell her I ran into them because I was thinking about her, because that'd be weird. Wouldn't it? I mean, if it was her and she told me that, I'd be pretty creeped out.
We put our skateboards in our lockers and went to our first period algebra class. I put my head down on my desk and tried to ignore everything around me, and luckily it worked. When I looked up, Kim was staring at me. Not like a what's wrong? stare but a weird stare, like this look I can't describe.
"Jack?" Ms. Greaves, my teacher said, staring at me.
"Hmm?" I said, looking over at her.
"Is there something you would like to share with the class?"
"Um, no." I said, shaking my head slowly.
"Alright, then pay attention." She said patiently.
I nodded, "Okay, sorry."
When I looked back over at Kim, I found her staring at me. She looked away and my face grew red. Why was she staring at me? More importantly, why was I trying to stare at her?
My day was officially going from good to awkward.
I apologize for a short and slow chapter. I promise that the upcoming chapters will be much better! I just need time to adjust to the characters because I've been writing a completely different story, with a completely different plot and characters for the past few months. I'm not done with that story (It's a SUPER 8 Fan-Fic, check it out on my profile!) so I'll be going back and forth with this story. Hopefully a chapter or two per week?
I've already gotten all of my ideas so please, bare with me! Please review, I like reviews. No one likes putting things out without feedback! Come on! I like criticism. :)