Trust Me?
By: Forgotten Moments
"So…" the blonde trailed off. She bit her lip and tilted her head slightly. "Do you trust me?" The brunet she was addressing spun in his chair to stare at the girl.
"Well," he began while eyeing the girl warily. The blonde was rocking back and forth on her heels while wringing her hand in anticipation. "I don't, I don't…" he sighed and shook his head to clear his thoughts. He waved a hand, signaling to the girl to dismiss what he just said.
The boy turned back to the paper in front of him, only half-way filled out. He shook his head frustration and tried to figure out the next problem. The sound of the pencil moving rapidly over the paper filled the otherwise silent room.
A few minutes later, the brunet looked up to the door where the girl was still waiting for his answer. He raised an eyebrow in question as his eyes fogged over with confusion, exhaustion, and something… Something the blonde didn't know the name of.
"Jack?" She whispered in a barely audible voice. The boy, now identified as Jack, hummed in response, telling her to continue. "Do you trust me?" There was a pregnant pause. She held her breath as Jack stopped writing.
"Well Kim," the brunet smirked, addressing the girl by her name for the first time. His smirk soon disappeared. His face morphed into one of seriousness. "That depends, can I trust you?" Jack raised an eyebrow in question. There was another pregnant pause. Jack began writing again, while Kim thought over his question and her answer. She nodded when she found she had a suitable answer.
"Yeah, I think you can," she said, letting a small smile grace her features. The boy examined her from the corner of his eye, his pencil never halted. He gave a small nod and returned his attention to the task before him.
"Good. I believe you."
"The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them." –Ernest Hemingway
Author's Note
Yeah, I have no clue what made me want to write something like this… Anyway, I hope you guys like it, even if it's short and drabble-y. Vote on my poll, please! Happy Thanksgiving!
Live Like You're Dying,
~Jackie
PS I don't own Kickin' It because it does not belong in the hands of a demonic 12 year old. Oh poo!