New Story! WOO SO EXCITED! This going to be great I can't wait for you to read it. So without further ado I give you 'The Right Choice'.

Chapter 1

New Beginnings

Drake

His dark shoes hit the concrete driveway of his new house as he got out of the car. Dawn was near and the air cool. The young teen looked around at the unfamiliar surrounding. His eyes scanned the neighborhood before him. Each house carefully spaced and yards cut near to perfection.

Better than the last neighborhood.

Behind him heard a door open and close.

''Drake, come help with the suitcases.'' the voice from the other side of the car called.

''Yes, sir,'' Drake answered.

Taking one last glance at the beautiful neighborhood, he turns and runs around the car to help his dad. While on his way to the moving truck he sees his sister in the car, asleep.

''Thank God she's asleep, she would shut up on the ride from the airport.'' Drake mumbled.

His father shook his head and runs to the door to unlock it, letting the two moving men inside. He then runs to the truck to help Drake with the boxes. He jumped on the truck and grabbed several boxes, jumping out the truck heading towards the house.

Drake sighed, he never wanted to come here. He personally like New York better but it wasn't his choice. His dad is a music producer and his company moved him here because of the 'huge opportunities' that California had to offer. Drake's dad was quick to move out of New York for other reasons also. Drake though loved it there, it was his birth place. He grew up there until the rapid moving occurred.

''Drake, quit daydreamin' and get me another box!''

Kim

She awoke to sound of laughter and the smell of bacon. Kim opened her eyes and smiled at the ceiling above, suddenly she heard a buzz from her right. She looked over to see that it was her phone so she picked it up to see she got a text from Jack.

Good Morning, Kimmy :D

Good Morning to you too

wanna ask me y im so excited

She never got to answer, ''Kim, I made you some breakfast!''

Kim took her phone with her as she jumped out of bed. Her stomach growled as she ran out her room, down the stairs and to kitchen were her mom was putting the last of her food on her plate.

''Thanks, mom.'' Kim replied as she noticed her mom unusual happiness.

David Joseph Crawford, Kim father, was killed in a car accident. It was so sudden it took a few days for her mom to process it. Kim however cried her eyes out for days. With the help of her friends she made it through her depression. They would do the simplest things to cheer her up, from encouraging texts in the morning to taking her to her counseling sessions.

It was even more serious for Jack. Kim and Jack spent a lot of time together. The guys got suspicious about them two claiming that this was last little push that was gonna make them a couple. Of course, both of them denied it but feelings were growing. A few times they almost kissed but that's not important to Kim now is the new-found excitement her mother has.

''Uh mom, you okay?'' she asked while nibbling on a slice of tender bacon.

Her mom was now peeking out the curtains, creeping, obviously trying to see something outside. Kim was going to ignore it but, her mom was really curious of what was outside as she was curious of her mother. Sighing, she stood and stalked over to her mom. Her mom was so focused on seeing what was outside she didn't notice her sneaky daughter.

''Mom!'' Kim yelled suddenly.

She jumped back away from Kim with a squeal. Relived to find that it was just her daughter.

This was her chance.

Kim grabbed the curtains and yanked them open to show what her mom was staring at. Outside in front of the previous vacant house beside Jack's was a moving truck. The mover truck sped off as the new family to the neighborhood stood in front of their new home. She watched as they joked around and laughed.

They seemed like a close-knit family.

Jack

Why hasn't she texted back?

Jack, who had just gotten out of the shower, texted Kim. He had done this several minutes ago, she had yet to respond though. He wanted to pass on the information that he got from Eddie, Rudy was sick and there was no practice. He thought it would be a perfect time to tell her his feelings. He was unsure at first but, with her encouragement, he fells as if he's ready. Just then he heard laughter from outside.

Jack walked over to his balcony window, phone in hand, to see what was going on. He had the balcony room in his house which overlooked the road. He would be able to see his new neighbor's if he wanted to but he didn't want to weird. So, he just peeked through the blinds.

They must have moved in last night.

Jack walked away from the blinds and checked his phone to see that Kim had yet to text him back. He sighed and stuffed his phone in his shorts pocket. That's when remembered that he was hungry, mainly because of the sudden rubble of his stomach.

It was quite loud.

He walked out of his room, down the stairs and into the kitchen. He found that his mom him a note on the counter next to $200 along with a list.

Hey sweetie,

I know I said that I was going be home to make you breakfast but, there was an emergency at work. It was important! Remember that your dad is on that business trip and he is going to call you later today. I'm so sorry, Jack but I didn't have time yesterday to get groceries. Could you do it for me? Please?

Love you, honey

P.S-I promise that I will make breakfast for you sometime next week. I'm sorry about this.

Jack stared at it for a moment. He lost count of how many times she promised to do something for him and then break that promise. He clenched his jaw and crumbled up the note.

He was sick of this.

He remembered though that his mom was a C.E.O and had almost never been home. His dad on the other hand is executive of some company. Jack doesn't know the name or what the company does. It's not that he hasn't asked it's just his dad has barely been home to tell him. Or have a conversation longer than 2 minutes.

Jack sighed and grabbed the money and list, examining it briefly. Then he went into the living room, to find his skate broad.

Eddie

''Walkin' down the street, noddin' my head to the beat, I got goo-''

Click, the T.V screen goes blank as Eddie presses the off button. The commercial was annoying Eddie anyway, he had seen it a million times. He jumped up off the couch and to the kitchen to get something to eat. He sees the fruit basket and the cupboard that he is sure is full of sweets. He contemplates what to eat. He glances at his stomach and goes for the fruit.

Eddie has always been self-conscious about his weight. It started when he was young in the 1st grade. Kids would point and laugh at his weight and love for food. So, when he told his 'friends' that he wanted to be a chef, they laughed. That's when he started to get into trouble. He would fight all the time until he got suspended from 2 schools. That's when his mom go him into karate.

So that's why he was working on getting slim, from staying back after practice later to eating better. Not to mention that he was getting taller. His attempts were working and the gang, especially Milton, were noticing. Milton questioned him so Eddie, after a few minutes, finally gave up Milton's desired information.

Just as he was finishing his apple his phone started singing Had Me Hello. He ran over to his coffee table and picked up his phone to see that he got a text from Rudy.

Hey, Eddie I'm sick so I have to cancel practice, oh and by the way tell the guys.

uh rudy are you really sick or do you just dont want to have practice today?

... Don't tell anyone but, i'm on a date.

LOL ;D

Whatever Eddie and pass the message to the guys. BYE!

bye

With that Eddie grabbed the headphones off the coffee table, put them in his phone, and turned on a pop song.

Time to jog.

Jerry

If you were standing outside Jerry's room all you would hear is loud snoring with the faint sound of some pop song. He was exhausted after a long day of sleeping and doodling in textbooks.

That's what he does when he's at school.

His body was thrown carelessly over the bed, the covers and sheets wrinkled and messy. His room resembled his bed, messy and disorganized. Not to mention the abnormal smell of pizza and dead fish. Jerry moaned and turned over on his back. He squinted his eyes at the ceiling that was covered of various artists and swimsuit models. Finally, he opened his eyes fully but he didn't move a muscle.

''Jerry Cesar Martinez, get down here now!''

Jerry rolled his eyes at the sound of his nagging mother. Moving slowly, he sits up and rubs his eyes. Then he gets up, walking through the mess, to the door. He sighs as he walks down the stairs sluggishly. He walked into the busy kitchen where his mom his feeding a baby while two toddlers run around like they've gone mad, knocking things over in their way.

Jerry does nothing to help her. He just stands and watches the scene unfold in front of him.

''Jerry, I would love your help with your sisters and I have to talk to you about your grades.'' his mother says.

The phones rings, his mom picks it up.

Jerry sighs again, ''Maria and Katty, here now!'' he demanded.

The toddlers stopped what they were doing and immediately ran to their older brother. He got on his knees to see eye to eye with them.

''You guys know what I said about annoying mom in the morning, it's too early for that.''

They nodded in understanding.

''We just wanna have fun,'' Maria stated, her fingers in her mouth.

He look between them both with evil smirks, ''that was your first mistake...''

He lunged at the two girls, tackling them. He then starts to tickle them making them scream in delight and for mercy. He continued until the girls retaliated and jumped on him, tickling him. His famous Columbia war chant filled the house as well as a baby's laughter. Jerry's mom smiled at the scene as she hung up the house phone.

Milton

When the alarm went off it was an old sounding man stating Sir Isaac Newton's laws. Beside the alarm was a skinny teenager in bed. The bed was neat without a wrinkle in sight. He sat up and gently hit the snooze button on his alarm clock.

His room was full of posters of Einstein and other great thinkers. They were neatly place in their spots. Actually the room was neat and organized.

Milton liked it that way.

He was a nerd and he was proud to say he was. He got out of his bed and walked over to the mirror on the wall. His hair was sticking up in spots it shouldn't be, not to mention the disorder of it. Milton stood there for a minute until he couldn't stand it. He grabbed his towel and ran to his bathroom.

/.

He buttoned up the last button of his button down shirt. He adjusted his collar and looked at himself in the mirror. This time he was neat and organized like his room. He looked at his reflection and couldn't help but feel empty. Like he was looking at a neat and organized shell. Then he tried to smile resulting to another blow to his self-esteem. His smile wasn't real, it was forced.

So, he tried again.

Only to have the same results. In the reflection of the mirror behind him he could see a flag with YALE in big letters on it. He remembered what his mom said.

''Milton you have to prove yourself and try your best... if you don't they will never accept you.''

It was kind of harsh but its the way his mom's mom taught her. You have to be smart and tough. Milton definitely had the smart part down, he just isn't tough.

That's when the gang comes in.

The Wasabi Warriors bring out the best of him. They need him as much as he needs them, they were his family. With them he is a better Milton.

He was whole.

Just thinking of them made him smile. When he looked at himself smile this time it was different, genuine and fun. He took a mental picture of that he would be able to remember that smile.

''Milton, come down here and eat,'' his father calls.

He takes another second to look at himself before walking out of his room.

I'm going to have a good day.

Well, there it is. I said I was gonna start on a new story and I did. I still have a poll on my page that I would love for you to respond to, if you can't decide Review and tell me your order of favorites. So what do you think of this? -aNGEL

Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' it.