A/N:

Hi so this is my first one shot kind of just testing the waters. To be honest, I'd be happy if just one person read it...

So if you are... Thank You!

Lots of Love,

Echo31 Productions

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Kickin' It. If I did why would I write this?


Jack's POV

The dojo fell into an eerie hush as I walked into the room. The tension hit me like an invisible wall as I stepped into my second home. "Sup guys?!" I questioned as I walked over to the semi-circle of my best guy friends. "Nothing much." Milton replied. A little too quickly if you ask me. Now I'm Jack Brewer, Sexy Ninja Extraordinaire, the Beloved Mr. Kicky Kicky Chop Chop. They should know better than to try to pull one over on me.

"Jerry?" I said in a low growl. "What is going on?" The scrawny Latino nervously glanced at Milton. "I don't know what you're talking about...Hehehe...I mean it's not like international pop sensation and over gelled, pretty boy, Ricky Weaver is back." Milton elbowed him hard in the rib. "Ow! Man, I told you I'm not good with secrets yo!"

"What!" I howled. I thought Kim had taken care of that guy. I should explain. When Ricky came here the first time he tried to make a move on Kim. He danced with her and planned on kissing her and breaking her heart back stage. Normally, I wouldn't have minded that much. I mean if the guy wants to play the field, let him play. But this was different, this was Kim. I did everything I could to get her not to dance with him, but she did anyway. That was when I realized why I cared so much; I was in love with her. I have been ever since.

Speaking of Kim... "Omigosh!" My favorite blond screamed behind me. "He's back!" She happy danced her way to where are group was standing. "He's back!"

"I heard." I replied. Voice dripping with fury. "I'm not so sure that's a good thing."

"What do you mean?" Kim said. Her cute faced scrunched with confusion.

"Well, in case you've forgotten, the dude tried to kiss you!" I yelled.

"Yeah, about that, I've been thinking..." she started.

This was going to be good.

"Is it such a bad thing to have a super hot international pop sensation kiss you? I mean worse things could happen..."

"The guy is a total sleazebag. He's slimier than one of Phil's falaffal balls! His hairspray fumes have made him stupider than Frank! He thinks girls are trash he can just pick up and throw away! He probably runs over baby kittens with his Ferrari! He..."

Kim cut me off. "Why do you care Jack? I can take care of myself! You aren't my bodyguard or my dad so you don't have to protect me. If I wanna kiss Ricky, I'm going to kiss Ricky!"

"Ugh! You don't understand!" I yelled moving closer. "He's just going to kiss you and kick you to the curb!"

"Seriously Jack!" Kim fumed at me, "Why do you care?"

"Because I...the thing is...I just..." I just can't seem to tell her how I feel. Don't be stupid, just do it!

"Why do you have to make things so difficult?" Kim yelled exasperated.

I grabbed her face in my hands and smashed my lips against hers. If I wasn't so angry this would be amazing. I could feel her tense up, but then relax. She wasn't pulling away or beating me into a pulp. This was going better than planned.

We pulled away and she beamed up at me.

"What? What is it?"

"Ricky Weaver isn't coming." Kim said slyly.

What? She tricked me! I know the perfect revenge.

"Come here..." I pulled her into another kiss