Hey guys! This is my brand new story "Young Volcanoes." It's named after the song by Fall Out Boy. If you've never heard it, I highly recommend it! I love the message it has, and it really relates to this story!

Anyways, I hope you guys like this! I think I have really improved since my first story, which I sadly never got around to finishing. I just kind of lost all my inspiration for it, and I know that's kind of a lame excuse, but if you're a writer, I'm sure you understand what I mean. Also, I have been writing a lot, and I'm extremely inspired to write this story right now.

I apologize ahead of time if I run into some writer's block and can't update. And school is really intense this year, so I will try my best to update as much as possible.

There will not be a regular schedule for this story because there's no regular schedule for my life. So, if I haven't bored you guys too much, you can now start reading the first chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It, the parts of the story that relate to the Vampire Diaries, or any other brand that shows up in my work. I only own the plot and my OC Rika.

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Chapter 1: Last Night

Jerry Crawford stirred in his sleep, a muffled groan escaping his lips and his head stuffed into the pillow. His arms and legs ached from the awkward position he had somehow ended up in overnight. Jerry's blackened, brown eyes fluttered open as he glanced to his left. He sighed.

The bed was empty.

All she had left was a small scrap of paper with a few messily scribbled words. Jerry snatched the note and attempted to adjust his eyes to the light filtering in through the window. After scanning the note, he tossed it aside and ran his hands through his black, disheveled hair.

He knew that he wasn't supposed to sleep with Rika Blake. She was his sister's best friend, and there was some sort of unsaid agreement between them to never date each other's friends. Not to mention the fact that she was only 17 while he was 23.

But it just kind of happened.

And the worst part was, he couldn't stop thinking about her. He couldn't shake the thought of her dark, coffee brown waves and the freckles that littered on and around her adorable, little nose. He couldn't erase her soft, hazel eyes from his mind. He couldn't keep himself from smiling from the sound of her laughter engraved into his memory. He just couldn't, especially not after last night.

His body still tingled.

Jerry sat up and pushed the thoughts out of his mind. There was no way he could like Rika. If Kim ever found about what happened last night, he knew she would literally hunt him down and beat him senseless. So he came to a decision. Last night never happened.

Because it shouldn't have, and it couldn't.

Besides, Jerry didn't even know if Rika felt the same or what she was feeling at all. The note didn't give him much of an explanation, only a lame excuse that any girl would use to get out of something she regretted. So obviously - at least it was obvious to Jerry's early morning brain - she didn't feel the same as he did.

It's not like it mattered though. He was too old for her, and no matter how right it felt to be with her, it was wrong.

And now that he thought about it, guilt had started creeping into his mind. Rika was both Kim's best friend and too young for him, yet the idiotic, hormonal side of him had seemed to just throw those problems out the window, and just do what he wanted.

Of course.

Jerry screwed up again.

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Kim awoke to a throbbing pain pulsing through her head, her eyes opening into an unfamiliar room. Confused, she observed her surroundings and held her pounding head in her hand.

She was currently resting on a old, beaten down couch with some tattered pillows. Warmth radiated throughout the room from a fireplace nestled on the back wall. Old paintings and pieces of artwork hung on the walls, and other antique furniture scattered across the wooden floor.

The floorboards creaked behind her, snapping her out of her daze. She twisted her body and faced a boy standing at the entrance to the room. His light brown hair was fixed to have a messy look. He wore a pair of worn jeans and a plaid button down flannel rolled to his elbows with a thin, grey sweater underneath. His expression was unreadable, and Kim looked at him puzzled.

"Hey, are you feeling better?" The boy spoke, a softness and almost sorry tone in his voice.

"Um," Kim shifted into a sitting position on the couch. "Yeah, I'm fine, but where am I? And who are you?"

The boy raised his eyebrows. "You uh," He looked away for a moment. "You don't remember do you?"

"Remember what? What the hell is going on?"

The boy sighed and took a seat in a chair beside her. "My name is Brody," He began.

Kim looked at him, waiting for him to continue, and her head tilted to the side.

"What do you remember last?"

Kim thought hard about his question. Everything seemed to have morphed into a blur in her memory. And then at one point, it was as if she had missed a whole chunk of the night.

"I was on my way to my best friend's house." She looked up from the floor and over at Brody. "I don't remember anything after that. One minute I was walking down the street and the next, I woke up here."

"Of course. Jack..." Brody muttered under his breath, and his eyes widened at the realization.

"What's going on? Why don't I remember?"

Brody was opening his mouth to reply when he heard some footsteps approaching the front door. He stood up from his seat.

"Hey um, I have some things I have to take care of." Brody ran a hand through his hair. "I can talk to you at school though, okay?"

"At school?" Kim raised an eyebrow. "You go to my school?"

"Yeah." He replied with a half-smile, holding his hand out to help her to her feet.

"How do you know?"

"I've seen you a few times."

Kim took his hand and pulled herself to her feet. A sharp pain shot through her head, causing her to stumble a little and shut her eyes.

Brody gripped her arm and tried to steady her. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just a little light headed."

Brody looked at her and nodded, feeling regret take over his body. What happened to her wasn't his fault, but he felt responsible for his brother. He always has, and he's always having to cover up for him.

"I'll walk you out." Brody started for the back door. Kim followed him and stopped before leaving.

"Thanks." Kim said quietly.

Brody shrugged with a smile. "It's no problem. I'll explain everything tomorrow."

Kim pursed her lips and exited through the back door. Brody immediately shut the door after she had left and heard the front door open. His smile faded as he wandered back into the living room and scanned the air, straining his ears for any noises. A few swooshes of air flew throughout the house, and then a silence fell over the room. Brody turned around.

His nineteen year old twin brother was laying on the couch, a smirk playing on his lips and a drip of fresh blood still running down his chin. He held a glass of alcohol in his hand and took a sip of it before sitting it back down on the coffee table and wiping the blood off his face with one of his fingers.

"What are you doing, Jack?" Brody crossed his arms.

"Can't a guy enjoy some whiskey after a kill?"

"Dude," Brody shook his head. "What is wrong with you?"

Jack stood up from the couch. "We're vampires, Brody. You'd think that in two hundred and twenty two years you'd have learned to have some fun."

"Yeah well, you'd also think that after two hundred and twenty two years you'd learn some self-control."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Come on, Brody." He waved his finger with the blood in Brody's face. "It's been way too long for you, man."

Brody's breath hitched in his throat, his eyes locking on the drop of blood only a few inches from his mouth. He tore his gaze away and walked away before he let the sensation overwhelm him. He rested his hands on a chair, trying to rid himself of the cravings.

"Look at yourself, man." Jack chuckled.

Brody gritted his teeth and glared at his brother. "Why are you here, Jack? And what did you do to Kim?"

Jack smiled. "Why do you care?"

Brody sighed irritably. "You know why, Jack. Just tell me what you did."

"It's doesn't matter what I did because I compelled her to forget." Jack replied.

"You don't get it, do you?"

Jack's smile only grew as he picked up his glass, finished the contents and then set it back down.

"Actually, I think it's you who doesn't get it." Jack took a step towards Brody. "When was the last time you compelled someone?"

Brody didn't reply so Jack took another step towards him.

"When was the last time you fed until energy had spread throughout your entire body and coursed through every single vain, making you feel alive?" Jack nearly whispered, licking the blood off his finger.

"Jack, you know what blood does to me." Brody snapped. "And compelling is wrong. You mess with people's minds for your own amusement and then just erase it from their memory, leaving them confused about what they had done for the past few hours, days or however long they were under your influence. It's not right, and you know it."

"Ah, but that's the beauty of it, isn't it." Jack began walking around the room while keeping his eyes on Brody. "I know that it's wrong, brother. Why do you think I do it?"

Brody looked away before returning his eyes to Jack and reluctantly listening to the bull shit he had to say.

"At least I accept who I am. We died over two centuries ago, Brody, and I don't think you have fed since the 1800's."

"And do you remember what I was like back then?" Brody had tried to erase the memories, but they were always there. They were always haunting him.

Jack smiled. "Of course I do. You would just do whatever the hell you wanted." His smile faded, and his expression almost seemed to be serious. "I want my brother back, Brody."

"I wasn't myself back then." Brody tried to reason with Jack. "I was what the blood made me be." He had done some terrible things back when they had first become vampires, especially during the late 1890's. Then in 1901, he met a mystic named Rika who had helped him find his humanity again. Without her, he would still be a ruthless, blood-thirsty demon roaming the land and terrorizing people.

"That is who you are, dumb ass. You're a fucking vampire." Jack muttered.

Brody narrowed his eyes at him. "Just because we're vampires, it doesn't mean we have to be monsters and abuse our powers."

"You don't use your powers at all!" Jack exclaimed.

"Just let it go, Jack. I'm never going to be that person again." Brody asserted his opinion, letting Jack know that his mind was made up.

Jack smirked. "Never say never, little bro."

"You do realize that we're twins, right?" Brody raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but I was first by four minutes." Jack replied smugly.

Brody rolled his eyes again and breathed out. "Jack," He started after a moment. "Even if I wanted to feed, I can't. I have to watch over Kim, and I can't do that if I'm crazed on blood. Rika doesn't want her finding about all of this, and now, thanks to you, I have to come up with a cover story to explain to Kim what happened to her last night."

"Well, I'm sorry for having a little fun."

Brody looked at his brother, wondering how he could be related to such a jackass. "Not that I want you messing with other girls, but you know you're not supposed to mess with Kim, man. Why her? Come on, just grow up. If Rika ever found out-"

"Fuck Rika." Jack scoffed. "I'm tired of you feeling like you have to do everything she says. It's almost like she's fooled you into believing that you owe her."

"I do owe her. She saved my life."

Jack chuckled. "Rika didn't save your life, Brody. She took it away from you."

Brody shook his head and smiled sarcastically.

"She took if from you, Brody." Jack looked into Brody's eyes. "She makes you drink that potion shit as a replacement for blood. She's been turning you into someone you're not." Jack averted his eyes away from Brody's and lowered his voice. "She made you turn your back on me."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Jack locked his eyes with Brody's again. "You don't care about me anymore."

Brody's expression softened.

"You only care about Rika and Kim, who let me remind you, will never know you. You said it yourself. Kim can never know about what we are and how she's connected to our world. She will never understand you like I do."

Brody sighed. "If you understood me at all, Jack, then you'd know why I can never drink a single drop of blood again. You would understand why I'm helping Kim."

Jack looked at the ground.

"You don't understand me, Jack. And if you don't by now," Brody waited for Jack to look up at him. "Then you never will."

Jack almost appeared hurt before his eyes darkened. "Fine, then I guess you'll never see Kim again."

Brody's eyes widened.

"Unless you can save her, which," Jack smirked to mask his hurt. "I'm not so sure you can. That is, unless you use your powers."

"Jack, don't-"

Before Brody could go on, Jack had fled the house.

"Fuck..." Brody muttered, racing after his brother and utilizing his vampire speed for the first time since 1901.

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Even though Rika felt guilty about sleeping with Kim's brother, she couldn't help but smile at the very thought of him, and how his touch felt against her skin. Pushing those thoughts out of her mind, she scolded herself. She could never be with him. In a few years, she and Brody would have to move on to the next town. Otherwise, people would start to wonder how they never seemed to age.

Rika wasn't a vampire like Brody. She was a supernatural being known as a mystic. Mystics possessed abilities far from those of any other creature. Each mystic was able to draw energy from the earth and create their own solutions to the evils of the world. They were the protectors of the earth and the supernatural world.

And not just anybody could be a born a mystic. Mystical abilities were given to those who had a natural sense of awareness and intrigue in nature's beauties and many mysteries. Rika was one of only a few chosen to care for the earth and prevent evil from ensuing. In her many years of life - three thousand to be exact - she had done exceptionally well.

Sleeping with Jerry was her first mistake in years. How could she be so stupid?

Rika collapsed backwards on her bed, and waited for her best friend to respond to any of her texts or calls. She feared that Kim had found out about her and Jerry. There was no other reason she could think of for Kim to ignore her.

Besides, they were supposed to have a sleepover the night before, and Rika wasn't at her house last night. Kim must have come by and noticed her absence, which meant that Kim would have called. Yet, she hadn't.

And that made Rika think that something had happened to her. Praying that she was just being a little paranoid, she snatched her phone and dialed Brody's number. When he didn't answer after a few rings, she felt her heart rate escalate a little.

"Come on, Brody." She mumbled once her phone had stopped ringing and went into his voice mail.

Groaning, she frantically typed out a quick text to Brody, asking him where the hell he was and why he didn't answer her call. She pulled herself up off the bed and wandered outside of her house. Once she had stepped out into the grass, she took a seat and closed her eyes. As she breathed in deeply and harnessed the earth's energy, images flashed through her mind. And what she saw scared the hell out of her.

Rika wasn't sure where Kim was, but her mind had grasped onto an image of Brody's brother on some sort of a rampage. And when Jack was mad, nothing good ever came of it.

Rika opened her eyes, and without thinking twice about it, she began walking to Jerry and Kim's house. She'd have to face Jerry at some point. Obviously, this was a little earlier than she had anticipated, and she wished she could have avoided him for the entire day. However, she had to know if Kim was there. Kim's safety was a hell of a lot more important than having to face Jerry.

Once she had arrived at the Crawford's doorstep, the disturbing images of Jack still wouldn't leave her mind. It was as if they had been permanently engraved into her brain.

She tentatively knocked on the door and waited. After a moment, the door opened, revealing Jerry. His baggy, grey sweats, loose, white T-shirt, and messy, black hair made it evident that he had just woken up, which meant that he had recently read her note.

Jerry opened his mouth to say something, but he quickly closed it when he realized he couldn't find any words. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes never leaving Rika's. He almost smiled.

"Is Kim here?"

Jerry's shoulders slumped at those three words. Even though he had convinced himself that they couldn't be together, he had still hoped despite all the reasons against it that Rika would have told him how she felt. So, if it wasn't obvious enough before, it definitely was now. It didn't mean anything to her.

"Um, no." Jerry nearly whispered, finding it difficult to speak. Her beauty and everything that happened between them last night still played over in his mind. She was still mesmerizing.

"Shit..." Rika muttered, confusing Jerry. Her voice had brought him out of his trance, and he just now noticed her troubled expression.

"Rika," Jerry began, searching her face in a hopeless attempt to figure out what was going on. "What's wrong?"

"I, um," She stuttered and looked away. "Nothing." She forced a smile. "If you see Kim, can you tell her to call me?"

Jerry rubbed the back of his neck. "Um, sure."

"Thanks." Rika said, almost too quietly for him to hear. She felt bad about just walking away, but she had to find Kim. So, she nodded and pursed her lips before turning away and heading down the sidewalk, her phone up to ear.

Jerry's eyes followed Rika's retreating form. He sighed and leaned against the door. None of the problems he had thought of before seemed to matter anymore. She was Kim's best friend. So what. And for the age thing, it's not like they'd get caught. They'd just have to be secretive.

With all of the previous issues resolved in his mind, he fought the urge to run after her and kiss her. There was still one problem though, and it was kind of a big one.

He still didn't know for sure how she felt. However, he was determined to find that out as soon as possible. All he knew was that he wanted her, and that nothing was going to keep him from getting her.

Well, unless she laughed in his face.

He could only hope that wouldn't happen.

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Kim wandered down along the street. She didn't feel like going home just yet. Her mind was lost, and it struggled to recover any memory of the night before. It just didn't make sense to her. How could she be on her way to Rika's and then just black out? It wasn't like she was drunk or something.

She sighed and pushed the thoughts out of her head. Brody would explain it to her tomorrow at school, and then everything would make sense. There was no point in wracking her brain for information that wasn't there.

"Excuse me, miss?"

Kim twisted around and faced a boy a year or two older than her. A seemingly innocent smile displayed on his face, and the two little moles on his cheeks made him appear sweet and adorable.

"Um, hi. Is there something you need?" Kim wondered, a puzzled expression crossing her face.

"I think I recognize you from somewhere." The boy replied and knitted his eyebrows. "Have we met before?"

"I don't think so." Kim was really confused. As far as she knew, she had never seen this boy before.

"My name's Jack." The boy took a step towards her and held his out for her to shake. "Jack Brewer."

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