Summary: Kim's the descendant of an ancient race – named the swappers – who have the power to change bodies with other swappers. One day, she exchanges body's with Jill, Jack's sister. What happens when she gets stuck and can't get back to her own body? And maybe falls for a certain skater boy? AU
A/N: Hey Everybody This is the first story I'm posting on . I'm so excited! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it :D Oh and I wanna thank Nia (young-but-naive) for her great tips and convincing me to post my stories. I also wanna thank my amazing friend Priya (priya96) for correcting it. Oh! Some characters may be ooc. They may not have the same role as they have in the show. Don't forget, this is AU.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It. The only thing I own is the plot.
Chapter 1
Kim P.O.V
A bright light shinned through the darkness of my room. Even with my eyes close, I could see it. My eyes opened on their own. I could see the sun shinning through my bedroom window, my orange curtain doing nothing to block it. Still tired, I looked at my clock standing on my bedside table. 7:23 was glowing on it. I groan. Why couldn't I sleep late, like every normal teenager? Why didn't I choose black curtain? Why the sun have to be so bright? Why? With all those questions in my head, I turned around in my bed, so I could face the wall and hide my eyes from the light. Better. Way better. I closed my eyes, trying to drift back to sleep.
That was until I heard someone squealing and running up the stairs. Seconds later, I felt something heavy on top of me, knocking the wind out of me.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" The person that was on top of me yelled, in my ear, so loud that it almost made me deaf.
I knew who it was, even thought I hadn't seen her. I could have recognized that voice anywhere. I had heard it so many times that it was really easy for me to know to whom it belonged to. It belonged to my best friend, Grace. Even if I she hadn't talked, I would have still known whom it was. I mean, who would jump on you, other than your best friend, at 7:30 in the morning, while you're still in bed? That's right. Nobody!
"Grace…Can't…Breathe!" I let out.
She laughed, let go and sat on my bed in a pretzel position. As soon as she got up, I sat down in front of her in the same position as her and rubbed my eyes. I yawn. "Oh, and happy birthday to you too." Yup. That's right. Grace and I were born on the same date. We've known each others since birth. Our moms were in the same hospital room and gave birth at almost the same time. They became best friends and so did we.
She slapped my shoulder and I winced.
"C'mon, Kimmy!" She said. "It's our sixteenth birthday. We're sixteen! We gotta celebrate! Why aren't you more excited than that?"
I shrugged. "It's not big of a deal." I yawn again. Don't blame me! It's 7:30 in the morning. I'm tired! "What's so special about being sixteen?"
Grace gasped like I had totally offended her. Which maybe I had.
"What's so special about being sixteen?" She repeated. "Are you kidding me?" She slapped me again. "C'mon Kim! Sweet sixteen! Does it ring a bell?"
I rolled my eyes and took my soft fluffy orange pillow and put it on my legs. "Of course it does. I just don't understand what's so important about sixteen that makes it have a special name. I mean, if it was eighteen I would have understand. But sixteen? Nope."
Grace knocked three times on the side of my head. Seriously? Is it hurt Kim day? "Is anybody in there? Wake up, Kim! Sixteen is when you get your driver's licence. It's when you're old enough to work!"
I opened my mouth about to argue that we could work even if we were fifteen, but she interrupted me. "Yeah, I know. We can work at fifteen." Awww! She knows me so well! "But, you can't work everywhere. Most people won't hire you until you're sixteen. You can't be a cashier or a waitress. But, now, we can! " She finished with a big smile on her face.
"So, you want to be a cashier?" I ask her.
She frowned. "Not especially." Probably seeing I was going to argue with her she adds: "But if I wanted I could be one. That's what's important. Now get up! We're going shopping!"
I groaned and let myself fall on my back on my bed, putting the pillow I was holding in front of my face. My head hit the head of my bed with a loud bang. I immediately sat down again and took my head in my hands. "Ouch!"
Grace laughed and I glared at her. It wasn't funny. It hurt like hell.
"Kim, you're so clumsy. Be careful." She said. "You're gonna hurt yourself!" Already done. "And if you're hurt we can't go shopping." My eyes lighted up at that possibility. Don't get me wrong I like buying new clothes…just not this early in the morning.
Seeing my look, Grace said: "No, Kim. Don't get yourself hurt only because you wanna go back to sleep." Shoot! "Now, hurry up and go prepare yourself. We have a long day ahead of us."
"Why do we have to go shopping now?" I whined like a little kid.
She rolled her eyes. "Because we gotta buy our outfit for tonight's party!" she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
I frowned. "What party?" I asked totally confused. She never told me about a party.
She slapped my shoulder. Okay. It's definitely hurt Kim day. "Our sweet sixteen party! Duh!" She said while rolling her eyes.
My eyes widened in shock. "We're having a party?" I thought it was cool. I just was surprised because I didn't know about it.
"Of course" she said, slapping me again. She was lucky to be my best friend. If she wasn't, I would already have gone all Kim on her. Yup. That's what going Kim means: beating someone up. People say that now, because, well, I beat people up sometime. But, I'm not a bully! I only hit people who deserve it. Like guy who hit on me or people that insult me or my friends. "It's our sixteen birthday. We have to do a party. And we're not doing a normal party. I invited almost all the school over at my house. It's gonna be awesome! Now, c'mon! Go dress up!" Grace finished.
I was about to argue with her, but I knew I was never gonna win. Grace is like that. When she got an idea in her head, nobody can make her changer her mind.
I sighted and got up. Before walking out the door, I stuck my tongue at Grace. She stuck her tongue back at me. Yup. We're acting like little kids. That's how mature we are.
I got out of the room and got into the hallway. I opened my wardrobe. Yeah. My wardrobe is in the hallway. Not in my room. My room's special that way. My house has been in my family for generation. Before we moved in, my grandparents were living here with my great-grandma who was living in the logy. But when she left to go live in an old people's house, my grandparents moved into the logy and we moved into the house. My room was my grandpa's office. That's why I don't have a wardrobe in my room.
Sometime, I miss Seaford, the town, where I was living before I moved here. I miss my old friends and I miss my karate dojo. But, apart from that I like it here. I mean, I have a trampoline, a basketball court, a pool and a bigger backyard. Plus I can see Grace every day now, instead of seeing her only when I was visiting my grandparents.
I looked inside my wardrobe and took out a simple pair of jeans, a green tank top with a matching plaid shirt. I walked down the stairs and entered the bathroom. Most morning, we're four – my sister, my dad, my mom and I – trying to prepare in one bathroom. It's really hard to do. I mean, my dad's in the shower, my sister's on the toilet, my mom's doing her hair and I'm brushing my teeth. Awkward! But, now, I was all alone and I was glad not to have to fight with my family as to who's using the bathroom first. I dress up and look at myself in the mirror. I was looking horrible. My blond hair was all tangled up and my hazel eyes looked tired. I sighed and passed a hair brush trough my hair trying to soften them up. Once I succeeded, I put them in a high ponytail. After that, I brushed my teeth, washed my face and did all those other things girls do in the morning when preparing themselves.
I put some socks on and walk back up into my room. As soon as I walked in, Grace – who was still sitting on my bed – wolf-whistled. "Looking great." she told me. I frowned at her. Was she kidding me? I didn't think I looked bad, but I didn't think I looked great either. Seeing my look Grace said: "You do. You really do look good."
"Thanks, I guess." I told her. "You too." I meant it. Grace looks good no matter what. Her brown hair's soft and shiny, her teeth are white and straight, her clothes are always perfect and her body's so slim. Right now, she was wearing a pink dress with a denim jacket and she had a head band in her hair.
She beamed. "Thanks, but there's no time for that. We gotta go now. My mom's waiting for us in the car."
"I need just a minute. I have to write a note to tell my parents where I am." I said, while remembering the one time that I hadn't did it. My parents had freaked out and thought I had been kidnapped. The police had came and all. My parents had been so mad at me when they had heard that I was only gone to the skate park to practice my skating. I wasn't gonna make that mistake again.
"No need for that. I already told her and she's fine with it." my best friend said while standing up from my bed.
I frowned. "Wait. You told my mom about that? And not even me?"
She shrugged. "I guess."
I glared at her. "Why?"
"I thought it was obvious." she said. Well, it wasn't. "Now, c'mon, we really have to go." She continued, while dragging me downstairs with her.
We put on our shoes. I was wearing vans and Grace was wearing heels. I have no idea how she can always walk with those things without hurting her feet. I opened the door and we walked outside. Jane, Grace's mom was there, sitting in her black Ford Escape. When she saw me she waved. I waved back. Grace and I entered the car and sat down. We buckled our belts.
"Are you girls ready?" Jane asked us.
We nodded and the car started. I looked outside the window, trying to prepare myself for the long exhausting day of shopping that we had ahead of us.
That's exactly how it was: long and exhausting. Once at the shopping mall, Grace had dragged me into all sorts of shops. We even got into a swimsuit shop. Why did we have to buy swimsuits in the middle of falls? I have no idea, but we did it. At the end of the day, my legs were killing me. But, it was all worth it. I had found the perfect outfit. Well, Grace had found me the perfect outfit. It was a strapless heart shape black dress with a golden belt and flat shoes the same color as the belt. I'm not the kind of girl to wear dress. But, hey! It's my birthday, why not? Grace had chosen the same dress as me, but in red with a black belt. Instead of taking flats, she had chosen black heel. If any other girl had worn the same dress as me, the day of my birthday, I would have been pissed. But, it was Grace, so I wasn't.
Anyway, as soon as we got to her house, I dropped my bag as Liam, Grace's seventeen years old brother, hugged me.
"Happy Birthday, Kimmy." he said while ruffling my hair, messing them up.
I glared at him. I hate that nickname. "Don't call me Kimmy." I tried to blow my hair from in front of my eyes, without succeeding.
He laughed at my attempt and I glared at him again. "You're so cute when you're mad Kimmy." he said, while ruffling my hair again.
"And you're so cute when you're getting beat up, Lili Rabbit." He grimaced at the nickname I gave him. "I can arrange that if you want." I threatened.
He rolled is eyes at me. "You can try all you want, but you're never gonna be able to beat me."
I smirked. "Wanna bet?"
That's how Liam's and I relationship work. We're not real siblings, but we still fight, argue, annoy and compete, like we were. I've been so many time that I came to think of him as my brother and I think he thinks the same thing about me. I mean, as a sister. Not a brother. Otherwise, that would be weird…
"C'mon Liam!" Grace said. "Stop messing with my best friend."
"But, it's so fun!" he said.
Grace rolled her eyes and pushed me in direction of her room. "Whatever, Lili Rabbit." she said using the nickname I gave him. "We gotta go get prepared, so don't bother us."
I took my bags and we walked down the hall. Once, into Grace's bedroom, we locked the door, took our outfits and put them on. As soon as we were done we got to Grace's bathroom – that was way bigger than mine, by the way – and did our hair. Grace had curled my fallings locks and had pulled my front hair back to make a half-tied style. I had done the same thing to her except I hadn't curled her hair and I had put a flower in them. The results were pretty impressing.
"I gotta show you something." Grace told me, once we had finish preparing ourselves.
We walked down the hallway and got to her backyard's door. As soon as we got out, of the house, my jaw dropped. I had no idea how Grace had the time to do that, but her huge backyard was full of beautiful decorations. Everything was there. Balloons, garland and spotlights from every color were everywhere. It looked really amazing.
"How did you do that?" I ask her, with wide eyes.
"Magic!" she said while making sparkle motions with her fingers.
I rolled my eyes. "So what's left to do?"
"Get the snacks, the drinks and the music." She said while counting on her fingers.
That's what we did.
"And now what?" I ask.
"We wait for people to arrive" she answered.
An hour later, more than half of the school was standing in Grace's backyard. Some of them were dancing, others were just talking and some others were eating. I was part of the people dancing. I was currently slow dancing with Brad, a cute boy from my school, to the song All We Are by Matt Nathanson. It was great. Another song started, it was Good Time by Owl City and Carly Rae Jepsen. We both start dancing like crazy, making stupid dance move like the sprinkler. I was having a really good time.
"I'm gonna get some punch." I yelled in Brad's ear so he could hear me over the music. "Want some?"
"Sure." he yelled back.
I walked away to the food and drink's table with a big smile on my face. While I was filling myself a drink, black dots started filling my visions. I dropped my drink and the punch flew everywhere.
Some minutes later, the dots disappeared and my visions came back to normal. I thought it was nothing and poured myself another drink. I started making my way through the crowd trying to find Brad.
I suddenly got a headache. My head felt like it was gonna exploded. I continued searching through the crowd, until the black dots came back. Since, I couldn't see, I tripped and fell on somebody. I heard some voices, but couldn't make any words out of it. It was as if it was coming from far away.
The first things I saw when I opened my eyes were Liam's brown ones.
"You okay, Kimmy?" he ask, worry evident in his voice.
I nodded, even if it wasn't entirely true.
He frowned, clearly not believing me. "You're sure? You don't look good. Your face looks green."
"I'm fine." I said. Suddenly, I felt my lunch coming back up and I threw up right on his vest. Gee, great timing, Kim!
"Clearly, you're not. Do you want to go home?" he asked
I nodded. All I wanted was to go to sleep. Noticing I was still on top of him, I rolled down, so I was now on my back beside him. He got up, removed his vest and threw it on the ground. He held out his hand. I took it and he pulled me up.
"Can you walk?" he asked me.
I nodded, but when I moved my feet, I almost fell down again. I would have if Liam hadn't caught me.
"Okay." Liam said. "Obviously you can't. So, I guess, I'll have to carry you."
I was about to protest but, before I could, Liam had me in his arms bridal style. I closed my eyes and let myself relax. I felt Liam moving through the backyard, until he stopped and I heard a door opening. He sat me down on the passenger seat of the car and buckled my belt. During all that, I still hadn't opened my eyes. I heard him close the door and then open one. I guess he sat in the car, because seconds later I heard his door closing and the motor of the car starting. I felt the car moving. A dozen minutes later, the car stopped and Liam was holding me in his arms again. He opened my house's door and entered. I could hear my parents talking to him, but couldn't understand what they were saying. When I felt myself being gently dropped on my bed, I finally opened my eyes. I could see Liam putting a blanket on top of me.
"Thanks, Li. For everything" I said. "And sorry about your shirt."
He smiled. "Don't worry. It's nothing." He kissed the top of my head. "Get well."
As soon as he was out the door, I fell asleep.
As soon as I woke up, I groaned. Keeping my eyes closed, trying to get back to sleep. Stupid sun! I turned around wanting to press my face against the wall to block the light. As soon as I did it, I fell onto the ground. What the heck? I opened my eyes. As soon as I did it, I closed them again, thinking I was hallucinating. I opened them again, but it was still there. Instead, of my blue wall and my orange curtain, my fluffy pillow and my Vampire Diaries poster, I saw pink walls, purple curtain, silk pillow and a Pretty Little Liars poster. Instead of the bed being in the corner of the room, the bed was right in the middle of it. I immediately recognize Grace's bedroom. Weird. I was sure I had gone back home yesterday.
I looked down at myself and saw I was wearing a pink tank top and white cotton shorts. Why am I wearing Grace's pyjama?
I got up and looked around for Grace to ask her what I was doing at her house. My headache must have been pretty strong to make me forget that I slept here. I look into the hallway and she wasn't there. I looked everywhere around the house, but couldn't see her. I took a part of my brown hair and start twirling it around my finger. Something I do when I'm nervous. Wait. Brown hair? I looked at my hair and they were definitely brown. Did somebody dye my hair? I run to the bathroom to see the damage. I looked in the mirror and let out a scream. Because where was supposed to be my reflection, was standing Grace's.
A/N: Tada! First chapter's done. 3361 words! By the way, I'm sorry Jack and the others weren't in this chapter But I promise they'll be there soon So review, please I wanna know what you guys thought of it! Was it good? Was it bad? You guys tell me. Well, that's about it, have a good day! Or a good night depending on when you guys are reading this. Bye Bye!
-Alex-
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