Life in the Fast Lane
'Ello everybody out there on this hilarious place we call Earth. I am Phoenix-LOL, and this is my first KBSD fanfiction story. Yay me!
-FANFARE-
I don't really know how I came to love the show so secretly; I just saw a snippet of the show and biscuits, it grew on me. Like really slim cut of jeans, after a while you stretch them out. Ok I went off topic, where was I? Oh, yes story.
Warning- OCs are included in this story. Please review but don't hate because I added OCs, that's not cool. Also I must do the stupid disclaimer… DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kick or anything else. Just this story and my characters, clear? Spectacular!
So, crank back in your (hopefully) comfortable computer chair and enjoy. Remember also that comments are love, and when I read them; it is a fun time, a very fun time.
Bold is walkie-talkie talk
Italic is thoughts or flashbacks
-KBSD-LITFL-
~Chapter One: New in the Cul-de-sac~
Scenery flashed out the small window of the California Ferrari as it cruised behind two U-Haul trucks. Vivid images of green trees and gray road paved the way as the radio blared some extremely pop-y song where the singer was way too caught up in herself to realize she was off key. There were two girls, sitting in the front of the car. One was a 16 year old girl with short, curly blond hair was yacking away on her Bluetooth and had her eyes glued to the road. She wore a white fitted blouse, a vibrant pink pencil skirt and a pair of high heel shoes. The other was a younger girl, around the age of 12 with fire engine red hair, tied up in a floppy pony tail. She wore a light gray t-shirt, stamped with a black designer rose; a darker gray, red-gold-green plaid, short, loose skirt and a pair of red converses.
"What do you mean they canceled the concert, it was to benefit the homeless! Do you know how important that performance was for my fundraiser?" The blonde, named Katrina, shouted in panic as the red head, named Gwen, kept her glance out the window.
Just another town, the girl thought; wishing to be headed back to their former home in Louisiana. The tip of her crimson pony tail blew in the breeze as she sighed, "Callin Baton Rouge" by Garth Brooks playing on her mp3.
Katrina growled, clicking off her headset, looking over at the depressed preteen beside her. "Sis, are you ok?" she asked, concerned for her health.
Gwen turned and nodded her head, "I'm fine, just a little tired I guess."
"Yeah, right. I wasn't born yesterday." She rolled her eyes skyward, "I wonder what Mellowbrooke is like?"
"It won't be better than Baton Rouge." Gwen grumbled under her breath.
Katrina must have heard her comment and sighed, "I know you liked Baton Rouge, but we couldn't stay. Dad doesn't like us living in big cities for very long."
"But all my friends are there, plus it's the only place I can call home." Her tone saddened as her head drooped.
"You won't forget them right?" The blonde smiled as Gwen agreed, "They won't forget you either. Plus, you'll make new friends."
Gwen sunk lower in her seat, "Yeah, then I'll walk right out their lives too."
Hearing the commotion, a small bark erupted from the back seat. A white and orange Jack-Russell terrier jumped into Gwen's lap, licking her cheek. Katrina smiled, looking back at the road.
"Don't worry, Juniper. I'm fine." The dog stuck out his chin as the cerise-haired girl scratched it fervently. Then he turned and placed his tiny, white paws on the dashboard, sticking his head out the car window. That dog... Gwen reminisced as the music on the radio changed to and Lil Wayne.
"Oh, I love this song!" Katrina turned up the dial carefully to avoid chipping her French manicured nails.
Gwen only shook her head, slipping the other earphone in as "The Catalyst" by Linkin Park. She let the song fill her mind as the cars passed a large sign.
'Welcome to Mellowbrooke'
-KBSD: LITFL-
"So Kick, what do you want to do today?"
A large eleven year old boy named Gunther asked the young daredevil sitting on the side of the curb. It was summer in Mellowbrooke, school let out letting kids be free to do whatever they pleased. This also let a certain twelve year old, more time to plan and execute more radical stunts.
"I'm glad you asked." Kick's deep voice, accentuated his words with a scheming demeanor. "Today Gunther, we're going after the mother-load of all stunts." He was about to continue when the loud noise of a backing-up truck interrupted him.
Across the street, two U-Hauls pulled up along the front of the house relatively parallel to Kick's. It was three stories high, with a new front porch and add on garage. Pretty fancy, for this neighborhood.
"I didn't know someone was moving in." Kick stood to his feet, looking a little confused and Gunther only shrugged. Kick saw his mother, Denise, exit the house carrying a large tray of freshly baked, chocolate chip cookies.
"Hey, mom!" Kick yelled to get her attention, walking up to meet her, "What's going on?"
"We're having some new people to the Cul-de-sac. I'm going to go over and say hello." They all walked over to the silver California Ferrari, driver side; the tinted window keeping the driver a complete mystery. Almost on cue, the car door opened a crack to expose a pink rhinestone bedazzled high heel shoe. The heel was followed by the person wearing them.
"Hello! Welcome to the neighborhood!" Denise smiled happily, as the young blonde turned around, startled.
"Oh, hi!" She returned the grin, nearly blinding with her megawatt smile, "I'm sorry, it was a really long drive. Wow cookies!" Her clear blue eyes batted toward the tray of morsels before her.
Kick drowned out the conversation between the two females and noticed something move in the back front seat of the car. A flash of red. Glossy, vibrant, passionate crimson. The blur caused him to question his sight and look again. Nothing. There was something there, I know it.
"Kick!" Gunther called for the third time as the twelve year old came out of his trance, "Your mom went off with the blonde lady to show off the new house." Kick found Gunther's words true as his mom was nowhere in sight.
"Right." He mumbled; his eyes narrowing against the mid-day sun.
"So, the mother of all stunts?" The red-capped boy grinned as the daredevil did. Then they both headed toward Widowmakers Peak. Both boys had a lot of work to do.
-KBSD: LITFL-
Gwen sat in the hammock connecting two oak trees in the backyard of their new house. It was a simple, quite knit pattern with a throw-on, light blue pillow for comfort and color. Her exotic green eyes glanced toward the clear blue sky, her mind wandering as it will through any thought she had. Mostly what the clouds look like. Gwen had a funny thing about clouds; they seemed to show her something. Whether it was the future or the past. One of them was shaped like a bunny, probably the rabbit her friend Lance had in Texas. Another was ducky, a childhood memory she had while visiting a farm with her father. But one specific cumulus cloud that caught her attention. It was in the shape of a skateboard, of all things.
Why a skateboard? She wondered, I don't ride a skateboard, I don't intend to. In-line is more my forte. The hammock swayed, breaking her thought as the dog hopped up on her stomach, its dark brown eyes staring at her with great interest.
"What's the matter boy?" The young girl looked down to the small mutt, clutching the soft pillow in her iron grip. The dog said nothing (not that dogs can't talk) but quickly took the pillow in his mouth, pulling hard. "Juniper, hey!" She tried to yank the pillow out of his bite, but the dog only pulled harder. The tug-o-war game ended when the small pup took off running with the pillow, pulling Gwen out of the hammock in the process.
The emerald-eyed girl sighed and grabbed her blades that we coincidently propped up against one of the oak trees. After strapping them on, she took to her feet and began the lightening chase up to catch her mischievous little terrier.
-KBSD: LITFL-
Are you sure you want to do this?
Kick rolled his eyes, and clicked the talk button on his walkie talkie, Affirmative. Is the camera ready?
Yep, Gunther's voice came over the static, Kick I know this is cool, but skating down Widowmakers Peak, blindfolded? That's a little crazy.
It may be crazy, but it will put my name in the book of history forever. Get ready to roll, Gunth. Kick turned off the radio and slipped it in his pocket.
The boy took one final look down at the hazardous course before him. He had memorized every bump, turn and rock in the path for this epic stunt. Nothing could go wrong. He released one final breath as he tied the red bandana snugly over his helmet. Then adjusted his weight forward, and began his descent down.
Gunther held the camcorder level as he zoomed in on his friend. He has to admit he was anxious, Widowmakers Peak was treacherous enough with all senses, let alone blindfolded. He strained his eyes to see the dot of white and red blaze down the mountain. Kick barely grazed a large boulder and caused it to begin rolling down the peak. Gunther's eyes widened as the rock bulldozed the rickety sign at the bottom of the mountain, basically eliminating Kick's chance of a safe landing.
"Oh my gosh, Kick! KICK, TAKE IT OFF!"
Gunther's cries did not fall on deaf ears. Kick felt rumbling beside him and removed the bandana in rime to see the sign disappear.
Aw biscuits, this is not gonna be good.
There was no way to slow down the board as the cliff came closer and closer. He braced himself for the earth to give way when out of the blue he felt himself yanked backwards and land safely on something soft.
The daredevil looked to see his beloved board soar off down to the jagged abyss below. He slowly began to wonder why he had not met the same fate as he heard a bark come from behind him. The boy turned to see a small white Jack Russell with orange patched eyes, back and wagging tail calmly sitting next to him. He looked down to see himself sitting on a light blue pillow, seeming placed there for him. Kick didn't know why to say as another figure came moving toward him.
"Juniper!" A clear, feminine voice echoed in his ears as the dog recognized the sound. Kick followed the dogs stare to see a girl skating towards him.
"Juniper, what have I told you about-" The girl stopped on a dime inches away, when she saw the small boy sitting behind the terrier. "Oh, um hey."
"Hey." Kick rise to his feet as Gunther ran in.
"KICK! Oh my gosh, are you alright?" He skidded to a stop, panting with his hands on his knees.
"I'm fine, Gunther. Although I think this stunt is better off on paper." The chubby Viking boy finally caught his breath and noticed the two new faces.
"Hey, that's the dog that saved Kick!" The terrier yipped and jumped to lick the boy's face, rather friendly to a stranger.
"Yeah, uh, thanks for that." Kick rubbed the back of his neck, with the awkwardness fading away.
"No problem, Juniper has a sixth sense like that." The dog had run off as she spoke, "So what did you have that made you want to slide down a mountain like that?"
"It's a daredevil thing; you wouldn't understand." Gunther dismissed with a flick of his chubby hand, like a sassy girl.
"Oh, really?" A smirk grew across her pink lips; Kick couldn't help but notice how they perked up at the word 'daredevil'. Between her and Gunther's glare-off, he had a chance to look at her fully. The girl had a pretty shape for being as young as she was, looking about 12. The attention grabbers were her eyes and hair, an emerald green and a vivid crimson. Realization struck him like lightning as he believed she was the blur he saw before in the car. A strange feeling grew within him as he hadn't felt in sometime, a feeling that he couldn't recognize at first. He shook his helmeted head, what was with him?
"It's cool, Gunther, lay off ok?" He touched the elbow of his buddy and the younger boy stopped his animalistic growling.
"Sorry, I'm new here. My name is…" The girl looked like she was debating whether to complete her sentence, "…Gwen, Gwen Axle."
"Nice to meet you Gwen, names Kick, Kick Buttowski. This is Gunther Magnuson." Kick nodded and motioned to Gunther, who nodded as well.
"So, where do you guys hang out?" Gwen glided around the duo, her blades effortlessly circling the boys.
"By the Food-n-Fix, that reminds me Kick, I'm running low on Cheetah Chug; we better see Wayne before the day is out." Gunther scratched the back of his neck as his stomach proceeded to growl.
"We can head there now, I'm kinda hungry myself." Kick tightened his gloves as he spoke; Gwen stopped and folded her arms across her chest.
"Can I come, not to be a tag along or anything?" The defensive posture melted as she rubbed her elbow with her fingerless gloved right hand.
"Sure," Kick stuffed his hand in his pockets, "Too bad about my board, though."
A bark had caught their attention once more as the group looked to see the terrier with a certain blue board clamped in its mouth. Juniper dropped the scarred board in front of the red and white daredevil who brightened immediately.
"Ol' Blue!" Kick smiled and picked it up to inspect it, "Thanks boy."
"Who's a good dog?" Gwen smiled and patted the dogs head "Who's a good dog?" Gwen smiled and patted the dog's head, "Lead the way boys."
Kick hopped on his board and the gang headed off.
-KBSD: LITFL-
Instructing Juniper to wait outside the Food-n-Fix as the group came into the gas station store.
"Hey, little man." Wade greeted as the kids entered the store. "Wassup, who's the dudette?"
"Wade, this is Gwen, she's new around the Cull de sac." Kick came to a halt, holding his skateboard.
"'Sup?" Gwen smiled stopping again on a dime, holding up her hand for a high five. Wade smiled and gave her one.
"Wade, got anymore Cheetah Chug? I'm running low at my house." Gunther asked.
"Oh course, new shipment today." Wade pointed to the pile of cardboard boxes near the counter.
Gwen skated around the store, grabbing a Sprite and a squeeze bottle of cherry syrup then moved toward the counter, "How much for these?"
"Take 'em, it's on the house." Wade dismissed, chilling in his chair.
Gwen blinked before smiling slightly, taking the stuff, "Thanks, I owe ya one."
"No big, girl."
Gunther looked at his watch, "I'd better go, Kick, catcha later!" The Nordic boy waved as he dashed outta the pit store, headed for home with his newly acquired energy drinks. Kick leaned against the counter and waved goodbye, munching on a Snickers.
"So, nice place you got." Gwen noted, opening her Sprite and squeezed some cherry into it, the red tainting the carbon drink. Closing the bottle, she then shook the liquid, combining the contents together.
"It's like my own little heaven, thanks G-girl." Resting his legs on the top, he motioned to her bottle, "So much effort for a drink though."
"I like Shirley Temples, but you can never find them anywhere." She tossed the squeeze bottle into a nearby trash can with a simple flick, it missed. "Dang it-" Skating over to pick it up, Kick felt himself watch her again. This time it was her clothes, her body. She didn't wear a helmet or elbow pads, letting cerise ponytail be free and display her thin arms. Her nice gray T-shirt was designed so epically with that red skirt, plaid with green gold and black stripes. It was short too, not terribly short, enough to show off her long, elegant, muscular legs. Bending down, the skirt covered her bottom, just barely. Kick face-palmed twice that day, what was with him?
Wade noticed the lil daredevil's stares and a knowing smile crept on his lips, though he said nothing.
"It's getting late, I'd better be goin' home now, or else my sister will freak." Gwen came back saying her farewell.
"Always welcome, G-girl." He pointed her with a finger gun, his own goodbye.
"I'll come with you; I got some stuff to do anyway. Smell you later, dude." Kick pointed as Wade farted back.
Both kids left the store, the young adult sighed, "Give a month- tops."
-KBSD: LITFL-
The sun was beginning to set on the horizon as the two kids and dog skated toward the suburban area. Juniper had decided he didn't want to walk home so he hopped on the front of Ol' Blue; Kick didn't seem to mind no matter how much Gwen told him to get off. After several attempts, she gave up, changing the conversation.
"Wade seems like a cool guy." Gwen started as the two approached the neighborhood.
"Yeah, he's cool." Kick agreed as Kick's street pulled up. Stopping the green eyed girl asked slyly, "Where's your house?"
Kick pointed to the house directly across from the moving vans, smirking as well.
"Whoa, coincidence-central..." She looked down between them to the pavement.
"Will I see you again?" Kick asked, mentally kicking himself for even thinking of a silly question like that. They lived across from each other of course they would see each other! Still, he moved his blue eyes to look into her sparkling green orbs, waiting for an answer.
The girl nodded, curling a stray lock of red hair behind her ear, "Sure..." Gwen then leaned over and have the boy a quick hug, "Uh, bye." Then taking her leave she began to skate away.
Kick smiled, again noting how gracefully the redhead moved as she glided across the street. He was about to head inside when a small bark distracted him.
"GWEN!" The girl froze, almost holding her breath as she turned to see Kick, pointing to the little Jack Russell who still hadn't moved from the board. "I think you forgot something!"
Blushing, the girl leaned forward, patting her lap she called, "Juni! Come 'ere boy!" The dog barked; jumping up to lick Kick's faced before running to his owner, and into the house. The boy wiped his cheek, waving goodnight. Time seemed to slow as Kick watched Gwen touch the doorframe and smile back at him with her exotic green eyes, before disappearing out of sight and into the house.
The boy then entered his house, and to bed, his thoughts still lingering on the new girl.
-KBSD-LITFL-
Ok so that was Chapter one, I hope you all liked. Pleas review and favorite, oh I like favorites.
Until next time, Live till it hurts! ... And then some :)
Phoenix