What should've happened

Hey guys! This is my very first story on fan fiction and it might be a little short, but please review so i can know if it's good! This story is a twist of what I think should have happened in the Ricky Weaver episode. The first chapter will be told in Jack's point of view and I'm not sure if there's gonna be more chapters, but if there's lots of positive reviews, there might be! I've been going on forever…enjoy the story!

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Jack's P.O.V:

I couldn't believe that sleaze bag was going to make a move on my Kim. Well, she wasn't mine…yet. Truth is, I was madly in love with her from the moment I met her. I could never tell the guys, though. They'd never stop bugging me about it for as long as I'd live. Anyway, back to the matter at hand. There was no way I was going to let Kim on that stage tonight.

As I ran out the door of the auditorium, I searched every single hallway, calling out her name.

"KIM! KIM!" I called out.

Just as I was about to call out again, I saw her at her locker.

"Kim! Finally I found y-"

I couldn't even finish my sentence. She turned around and, well, she was wearing a dress. Kim Crawford was wearing a dress. The dress was purple and had a thin golden belt around her waist. She had on golden ballet flats to match the belt I even saw a sliver of lip gloss on her lips. She looked absolutely beautiful. But, to be honest, I preferred her regular, non-dressy, clothes.

"K-Kim, I've never seen you in a dress before," I said. She nodded her head slightly.

"Are you wearing lip gloss?" I asked, knowing perfectly well she did.

"No!" she protested, "why, does it look okay?" she turned to adjust it in the mirror, I turned her back around to face me.

"Kim, the contest you won was a fake. He only looks at the pictures, finds the hottest girls, makes a move on them, then dumps them. He does it in every city," I told her.

"Ricky is not that shallow Jack," she said while closing her locker.

She then swiftly turned around and said," He seriously thought I was cute?" overjoyed that the doll haired jerk liked her.

After a while of trying to convince her that Ricky was no good, she didn't believe me and went to the auditorium for the concert.

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I ran into the auditorium, only to be greeted by a crowd of girls screeching and squeaking because of Ricky. I managed to see a sliver of beautiful blonde hair and immediately started running through the maze of girls.

I finally made it to the front, standing right behind Kim.

"Kim!"

She turned around giving me a glare.

"Jack, you're unbelievable! What are you doing here?"
"I'm not letting you go on that stage"

"Jack, I'm dancing with Ricky," she turned around, going to grab his hand.

It's now or never Jack, I thought.

I saw that she was already on stage. I jumped on the stage and turned her to face me.

"Jack! What are you do-"

And that's when I kissed her.

I heard gasps from the crowd, and a Ricky that was no longer singing.

The kiss felt like forever. It was soft, sweet and with the girl that I loved. Kim.

We broke apart. Kim had wide eyes. She was staring at me for a while, but then she smiled.

She leaned in close, our foreheads touching. She whispered, " You know, I think that you have a little crush on me." After she said that, she giggled. I smiled. It was what I had told her the day of the karate competition.

"You know, I think you're right."