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Jack Spicer

Ordinary.

Jack decided one evening, while desperately trying to get to sleep, that Clay was ordinary. He wasn't ugly but he also wasn't a super model. He was just ordinary. It really was the perfect word for the boy; he was calm, quiet and honest, still being able to let go of his emotions when needed. Jack noticed that the rest often ignored Clay, allowing himself to be pushed aside by the others in their quest for attention. The boy was tall, taller than Jack and Raimundo and broader, with a football player's build rather than the other two boys who were more built for cheerleading on the sidelines.

Jack snickered to himself at the thought of this. He had long ago accepted his skinny fate, but Raimundo still tried so hard to bee the body builder he'd never be; he was too short and although he was toned, Raimundo still wasn't a football player. It was also amusing to think of Rai in a skirt, waving pompoms and shaking his hips. Jack shook his head to try and focus. If Clay was ordinary, what was Raimundo? The first thing Jack thought of was a jock, but it didn't really suit him well enough. Yes he was sports obsessed, but a lot of boys were.

Omi was simple to name; naive. The little man had absolutely no street smarts what so ever, all though he seemed to think so himself. It really was fun watching Omi try time after time to use slang and fail. As much as he was conceited, his lack of intelligence and his utmost trust in the human race outdid any other vices he had.

Kimiko was the fiery one, he temper being the only thing to match her element, if not surpass it. Jack wasn't sure if being so angry over every little thing was a girl thing or if it was just Kimiko but either way it was scary sometimes. When she got mad, the whole world knew about it. Jack wondered if he should label her with PMS when he realized what she really was; a girl. As much as it was obvious, the fact was often overlooked because she was the only girl really besides Katnappe and Wuya in this crazy race for Shen Gong Wu. Kimiko was the feminine aspect of everything, understanding more about each of the boys than they did, usually.

And Jack was back searching for a word for Raimundo. He tried to thing of a word and found himself wondering what they would look like in a stereotyped world. He'd be the Goths loner with twenty piercing on his ears and eyebrows, Kimiko would be the valley girl, Clay would be the jock, Omi was the naive freshman everyone picked on - although Jack could also somehow imagine him a stoner - and Rai... he was the rebel. The leader of a gang, leather jacket and baggy pants, with a sweet convertible he'd drive his may dates around in.

So Rai was a rebel? It seemed to fit well enough. He'd even joined the side of Evil for a short period of time. Jack was the one with the leather jacket, but Raimundo had the carefree attitude. It didn't matter what anyone thought or if he would get caught, because the boy lived in the moment. He was always wearing a confident smirk, even in the face of death. Rebel it was, then.

Jack sighed, mind content before he drifted into sleep, dreaming of a certain cheerleader with a leather jacket.