Eudemonia

A wave of nostalgia came over me like wind as soon as I stepped out of the taxi. It seems so distant coming here; a silent smile came over my lips as I perused the colourful town of Mellowbrook. Time flies; only yesterday was the time of my life. I laughed as I remember my mother telling me that I was born and raised in a summer haze, bound by the surprise of my glory days.

Poetic? I have to. I major Literature, and minor Business and Fine Arts at the Yale University, one of the best schools. It has been seven, seven years since I've been here. I told my father that I decided that Mellowbrook High School was not enough for my advanced intelligence. So I transferred to Phoenix and continued my high school studies there.

It wasn't so bad; it was actually nice to see newer and tanner people there. I found it fun while it lasted.

After a while, I moved to Connecticut and applied at Yale University. I passed with flying colors.

And here I am now, standing in the middle of the said ghost town. Few children were playing, and some adults moved as if it was an everyday thing for a small town girl to arrive here.

"Is that… I think it is!" I turned around to see a tall, chestnut haired Jackie Wackerman. She had passed puberty with a good flow; taller, slimmer, and glasses-less.

She hugged me tight, squeezing the life out of me good. "Kendall Perkins, it has been a while! How's Phoenix doing for you?"

I laughed heartily, "I'm not in Phoenix anymore Jackie, I study at Connecticut."

"Oh, so then, I guess how's college life doing for you at Connecticut?"

"Pretty good, how's Mellowbrook?"

She smiled brightly, "Don't ask me, I just arrived."

From what my dad said, every kid that I had known had left when they had turned seventeen to leave for College. One of them was Ronaldo, a boy I used to date and a boy who was deeply infatuated with me. He studies at Harvard now, from what I have heard. I have always dreamed of going there to make my father extremely proud of me. But the problem was, I didn't. Ronaldo pretty much left it at that.

Jackie pulled me to a place I knew too well, my home. "You should drop your things at your house first, I'm sure your dad misses you. I'll meet you at the Battle Snax."

I nodded and moved to the front door of my house. Getting the rusty old keys from under the mat, I hastily unlocked the door to see the TV open and the smell of butter popcorn wafts through the air. I sniffed, trying to grab the smell right through me.

Typical daddy, it seems like I never left.

"Daddy, I'm home!" He pops his head out of the kitchen and smiles gleefully. He dropped his bowl of buttery popped corn and comes to me. He kisses my forehead and hugs me tighter than Jackie did this morning.

I returned the hug and planted a kiss on his chubby cheek. I laughed at his image, still chubby.

"How long has it been since you've been here?" Everyone seems to be asking that question; how.

"Seven years, eight months, four weeks, and eleven days. I miss you daddy. I miss you so much." I went back to hugging him again.

I nearly cried, feeling so nostalgic at that moment. My daddy had grown so old; white hairs sticking out of his scalp and wrinkles adorning his face.

But I loved him nonetheless. I didn't think that he'd accept me leaving at an early age.

We talked for an hour; nonsense chattering about how my grades are improving, how I could've passed Harvard if I studied harder (he scoffed at that statement, saying no matter how great your school is, it's the students that achieve that makes the school better), and my despondent and godforsaken love life.

"You need to find another man in your life," He states while grabbing a chunk of popcorn in the bowl, "I won't be here for long."

Half of me got mad that would declare something so rushed; but half of me also agreed. I needed a man, but a godforsaken relationship always ruined everything.

Ronaldo and four other boyfriends sucked. Sucked at every cuddle, kiss, and hug. Stupid, smart men; they may be canny and clever, but they sucked at this love thing.

I need something amazing, something totally mind blowing.

This girl needed some excitement in her life, people!

I bid goodbye to my dad, telling him that I needed to meet Jackie at the Battle Snax.

I left the house with my keys and purse. I walked down the all-too-familiar route, passing by the Mellowbrook Elementary School and the Food n Fix.

Not much has changed here, but a beautiful memory has left me skipping down memory lane. I breathed in the scent of Cheetah Chug as I pass Food n Fix; looks like it's still a famous drink until now.

I finally arrived at the Battle Snax, taking a peek at the man at the cashier; it was still Gunther's father, Magnus. His beard was white and like my father, he had wrinkles all over his face.

I see at the very end of the Battle Snax restaurant, Jackie and some other kids; not just other kids, but the kids I knew since Elementary School. They had an older and a more mature façade.

"—I'm telling you guys, Kendall has grown! She even has boobs and stuff!" Jackie exclaimed. Some of the kids smirked—I'm telling you, not only has their body grown, but their hormone levels as well.

I walked quickly to the table, eying each and every one of the kid—or should I say teenager—there. Almost everyone was there except…

"Oh Kendall, you're here!" Jackie said excitedly, taking my hand and leading me to the seat next to her. "We're kinda missing some people, but don't worry, I think they'll be here in a few minutes."

So we talked, until thirty minutes has passed. Every boy did ogle at my breasts; I was a bit frenetic and punched one of them for trying to even touch my bosoms. It was said that I would be one of the kids that would never get large—large is a far complex word, let's say good sized—breasts, now I am a proud 32C size.

And my style changed as well, instead of an amateur plaid shirt and good girl skirt, I wanted to be more business looking. Pencil skirts, dress shirts, and heels practically screamed my name.

But today was an exception; it was a casual day to meet up with old friends so I went impromptu. Skinny jeans, tucked in black tank top (disappointedly exposing my breasts), wide open red blazer and black pumps to finish the rest.

Soon after, the two front doors of the Battle Snax whooshed open and revealed two teenagers and a blue familiar looking skateboard. I turned my head to see—woah! Is that Gunther Magnuson? He looks… Mature. No longer the crocs and the Capri shorts, but the Nike kicks and blue jeans.

And his… friend. It looks like, NO WAY. Kick Buttowski… Is hotter? And taller? What the hell have I missed. He was still wearing his jumpsuit, in a more attractive way. And instead of the yellow gloves and boots, it turned to fingerless black gloves and Nike kicks similar to Gunther's. His hair was—dare I say it—awesome. I have never seen that dishevelled and messy looking (in a good way!), brown hair in my life. It looks good on him.

"Kick Buttowski is back in Mellowbrooks!" The teens cheered and ran up to him, while I shyly hid from his view. Jackie noticed.

"Why are you hiding?" She tells me, bending the same way I did. "Kick is surely going to notice that hot new body of yours!"

I almost hit her for saying that.

"Jackie," I said nervously, "Do you still hold… You know, feelings for him?"

She snorted, "Of course not, I've moved on to Gunther duh! I convinced him to bring Kick here so you guys can finally confess your feelings to each other!"

"WHAT?" I hissed, "That's completely atrocious and malevolent of you, Jackie! A-Are you delusional? Kick doesn't—"

"Hey Kick," She yelled, ignoring me obviously. "There's someone here to see you!"

I growled in frustration as Kick dropped down from the table and the teens move to create a wave for him to walk through the middle. He faced Jackie and talked to her while she kept a grinning face. I scrambled for my life as I hid behind the crowd of teens. He noticed me for sure; my moving head was as yellow as a sunflower.

"Who's the girl?"

"Why don't you chase her and find out, hm?" She says suggestively. The moment I heard that made me run as fast as the Cheetah in the Cheetah Chug commercial. The only thing slowing me down was the black pumps that could dangerously twist my ankle at some point.

I heard him back up his skate board and whisked away with Gunther probably following him.

I sighed in relief as soon as I reached the doors of Battle Snax and ran farther and farther until my legs gave out. I slid down to the white fence just behind the sidewalk. I breathe in heavily and still kept an eye out for a certain daredevil.

I checked side by side and behind, not a boy was in sight. I finally closed my eyes and smiled, at least I escaped from him.

"So why did you run away from me?" A voice that was all too familiar came from behind me.

I kept silent until he jumped over me and landed right in front of me.

"Kendall?" He said, shell-shocked. "As in Kendall Perkins? Woah, Gunther, you have got to see this!"

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Disclaimer: I do not own Kick Buttowski.

Yeah, sorry for the grammatical mistakes (if any). And sorry for Kendall's deep words; you know how she is. /wink, wink/. I'm just taking a break from my Naruto mishaps and getting some inspirations for my new drabble.

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