A/N: Just a little one-shot that I thought of.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin' It.

Waiting For Him

He's never known it, but I really do love him. He doesn't know it, and maybe won't ever know. He's on a quest to ask out Donna Tobin, the prettiest and nicest girl in school. I don't blame him. I mean, if I were a guy, I would ask her out. I watch him smile and Donna laugh at one of his horrible jokes. I wish that was me. Milton slides up next to me, following my gaze to Jack and Donna.
"You okay?" he asks, looking at Jack in concern. I nod a little, even though I don't like the scene unfolding in front of my eyes. If she makes him happy, then I'm okay. But there's a little part of me that wishes I was the one that could make him happy. I sigh and turn around and stuff my books in my locker. I think Milton leaves with Julie, but I don't care at the moment. I hear Jack's laughter and Donna's giggles, and the sounds sicken me. I close my locker and wait for a little, waiting for Jack to finish talking with Donna. But he looks a little happy where he is right now, so with a heart-broken expression on my face, I leave for my next class, listening to Jack laugh with Donna.

The next time he wants to ask out another girl, we are sixteen. This time it's Stacy Wiseman. She's a good friend of mine. I stand in the doorway, watching Jack and Stacy talk. I look at my watch, and there are only a few minutes left to get to class.
"Jack!" I call. He doesn't respond. My heart sinks when I see them laugh and smile in happiness. Stacy's eyes lock on mine, and before she can notice my expression, I turn around, with no Jack behind me. I hear Stacy and Jack call my name, but I keep walking, trying to disappear in the sea of students. I don't hear them anymore, but I can feel Jack look around for me. He has to be. He has to be looking for me. He has to be.

The first time he gets his heart broken is when we are seventeen, and his "girlfriend" Donna Tobin, was caught cheating on him. Jack saw it himself. He watched Donna give herself to another boy. It was heart-wrenching watching him cry, and talk about it.
"What did I do wrong?"
"Was it my fault?"
"I hate this."
"Why would Donna do that?" came up a lot of times. I sat there listening like the best friend I am. Like the person that will always stay a friend in Jack's life. He crushed me in a hug, burying his face in my hair. I felt his tears wetting my hair, and I whisper in his ear.
"It's okay, it wasn't your fault, you didn't do anything wrong, it's okay, I'll always be here for you Jack, shhh.." I talk soothing words in his ear until he falls asleep. I guide him to his bed, and I get up to leave, until a feel a hand lock around my wrist.
"Can you stay?" he asks, his eyes swimming with emotion. I sigh and nod. I would do anything for you. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to him, and cries in my hair. I know this doesn't mean anything to him. I'm just a friend helping get through this. But my mind wishes that this is different, where he loves me, and I love him. I fall asleep, dreaming of him and wrapped up in his arms.

The next time he asks me to stay is when my mother dies from cancer. He offers me comfort, in his arms, so I fall asleep, at eighteen, in his arms, and his voice whispering soothing words.

The last time he asks me to stay is when Donna asks what happened to them. He cries in my hair again, and I run my fingers through his scruffy brown hair and whisper in his ear. And when he falls asleep, he mumbles through his tears,
"Maybe it's you I love, I'm not sure." But he falls asleep before I can ask. In the morning, he doesn't remember a thing he said, but I remember. So I'll wait for him, I'll wait for the day when he remembers what he said that night, at nineteen, and I'll wait for the day, he realizes I could be the one for him.