A/N: Just a drabble. And yes, I deleted it the first time because I had to revise and edit it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin' It.
"You can close your eyes from the things you don't want to see but you can never close your heart from the things you don't want to feel."
"Just let her go, Jack!"
Milton was becoming frustrated with the brunet sitting on his couch, his head in his hands. Jack's lips were pursed in a thin line, and his eyebrows were furrowed; the exact same look Milton was sporting. Milton was tired, but he wanted to help the person that was always there for him. If this was any other person, he would've just said a few words of encouragement and leave the person to mull over their problem by them self – not for selfish reasons, just because he was never good with comforting others. But he decided it wouldn't be fair to leave Jack to sulk on Kim and Brett's wedding day.
"I can't." His response snapped Milton out of his thoughts. Jack sucked in a breath, opening his eyelids to reveal dark chocolate orbs he calls his eyes. They became fixated on the glossy wooden floor with a vacant look.
There was a pregnant silence before he spoke again.
"And I won't," with that, he was out the door, with Milton's faint yells behind him, calling for Jack to come back and think what he's about to do over. It would be impossible, though. What was there to reason with Milton about? The only thing he was thinking of at the moment was to find the one person he could never admit his feelings to, the girl with the long strawberry blonde hair, the one with the sweetest smile on the block – his best friend.
Kim.
That was extremely short, no? Because if I continued to finish this one shot, you'd hate me for the insane cheesiness, and I think there are enough of those in this archive. This is my first fanfic.
Hope you enjoyed it!
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