Ok I'm totally against having two stories at the same time but i have like ten one-shots that I have to post so...YESH! POSTING!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It
It was raining and the Wasabi Warriors were all sitting around in the dojo doing, well not much, just sitting around doing the usual. Jerry and Eddie were playing slaps, whining in pain because neither one of them refused to give in. Milton was studying as always, lost in his own little world of text books and papers, learning lessons before they were taught. Rudy was…the kids actually didn't know what he was doing and assumed he was sleeping. Then we get to Jack and Kim. Those two lovebirds were sitting in the corner away from the rest of the group chatting. The two were both leaning up against the walls, Kim's legs were across Jack's lap. He was playing with her shoelaces and running his hands up and down her perfectly smooth legs that he longed to touch, while they discussed random topics, school, news, recent events, etc. She would never tell him, but she loved it when he touched her, talked to her, or was even near her. She would do anything he asked her to, she liked him that much and he would do the same. It was plain to others eyes that the two had crushes on each other, it was obvious to everyone but themselves.
Milton frustration level was growing slightly each time one of the two goofballs winced after a slap echoed around the dojo. Eventually Milton was fed up and put his textbooks in his bag and left to go study at the Seaford library. Jerry and Eddie soon tired themselves out and their hands were probably scarred for life. Both of the two immature boy's left hands were glowing red on the outside and were blazing hot as the blood rushed through the nerves. They both left to get something to eat leaving Jack and Kim alone, lost in their own little world.
Somehow the topic had changed to clothing from Kim complaining her feet were hot. Not wanting to hear her whine anymore, Jack pulled off the blondes shoes and tossed them towards the lockers. When he looked back down at her feet he laughed a bit at what he saw.
"What's so funny?" The blonde questioned her laughing best friend.
"No wonder why your feet are hot," he picked up one of her feet by her ankles and shook it, "You're wearing two pairs of socks!" he exclaimed.
"What's wrong with that?" she questioned him confused.
"Why in the world would you do that?" he asked her, looking at like it was one of the stupidest things you could do.
"I love socks!" she defended and he laughed some more. "Stop laughing at me! Just because you don't like them doesn't mean you have to laugh at me!" she hit his arm with every word and he started cracking up.
"They're so uncomfortable." He told her and she wacked him again.
"You don't have to be a hater!" She yelled in a childish voice while Jack started cracking up again.
"You love socks so much, you would rather wear two pairs and b uncomfortable, than just wear one like a normal person?" he asked her looking up from her mismatched socks, one white with blue stripes, another white with pink spots under two black socks, at her flawless face.
"Yes." she replied and he laughed some more. It hurt her a bit, to have him laugh at her, but she liked him all the same.
"Why?" he asked her curiously, his laughter ceasing.
"They're like a home for my feet." She answered him proudly and smiled at his reaction.
Jack cocked his head to the side in a confused manor. Kim thought it was the most adorable thing in the world, while her smile was quickening the pace of his heartbeat. "They keep my toes safe and warm like a big hug." She explained further and he nodded.
"So you like hugs?" He asked a smirk playing out across his face.
"Well, duh, who doesn't?" she answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Anyone's in particular?" he asked running his fingers lightly up and down her left leg. She closed her eyes and bit her lip smiling, not wanting to do anything stupid and embarrass herself. Jack noticed this and smiled to himself, content with her reaction to his actions.
"Yours." she whispered so quiet he could barely hear her, but he did and smirked in victory.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" he asked, the cockiness dripping from his words.
"You heard me!" She lightly slapped him and laughed along with him. As their laughter slowed they gazed into each other's eyes but they both ended up looking away before anything happened, not wanting to put their friendship at stake.
Jack got up and offered Kim a hand which she took and he pulled her to her feet. "So Ms. Crawford, would you do the honor of giving me a hug." He spread his arms out wide and she giggled while walking over to him. Kim wrapped her arms around his torso and he wrapped his around her shoulders and upper back, rubbing circles on it.
"Yep, I defiantly love your hugs the most." she whispered and he smiled. What she said next was one of the randomest things ever, but it fit their previous conversation, "You're my sock," Jack laughed and pulled back from their embrace slightly, "thank you." She whispered to him.
"For what?" he asked her looking into his eyes just as they had done before.
"For being there for me, for protecting me and keeping me safe." She whispered still looking into his eyes. Those gorgeous eyes on the boy she had been crushing on for so long. In her mind, she was the luckiest girl to be friends with the boy every girl at school wanted.
The feeling was mutual, unknown to the other, but that wouldn't last long. Jack kissed Kim's forehead gently and Kim closed her eyes taking it in. "No problem." He replied and rested his forehead against hers. She opened her eyes once again to look at him, his eyes scanning her face. "Kim, can I just…" he trailed off leaning in closer to her lips.
She had waited for this moment for seemed like forever and now that it was finally happening she could only manage a slight nod of her head. Jack leaned down and kissed her and she kissed him back. Nothing to passionate, just a simple kiss, but they finally get their message across.
"I really like you Jack." Kim admitted once the kiss was over.
Jack smirked, "I knew it. I so knew it." He joked and she laughed while shaking her head. "You know what?"
"What?" She asked curiously.
"I love socks." He joked and she laughed.
"What made you change your mind?" She asked a bit sarcastically.
"Well if I hated socks, I would hate myself. Thus, I love socks." He explained and they both laughed.
"You're so cocky Jack." She told him smiling.
He leaned his head back down so she could feel his breath on her face, "But you love it," he whispered and she opened her mouth to object but closed it and smiled, "exactly." He smiled and pressed their lips together once more, smiling into the kiss.
yeppers i LOVE socks!
