A/N So I'm coming out with 2 new Kickin' It stories. This is one of

them. Hope you like it! It's serious but also funny. I don't like when

they're serious all the time considering the fact that 9 out of 10 times

I'm not that serious. But anyway, here's the story.

Jack's P.O.V.

I looked down towards the dark, cold cement floor to see my packed bags. I waited

for hours, and no one was coming. But that wasn't my worries. I had put them all

aside for the day because I was going home. After four years of being in the

Resistance, I was coming home. I couldn't help but to think back to what I felt

every day.

Pain.

Sadness.

Loss of hope.

I would spend the day trying to remember, but every night I would fail. I forced

myself to try even though I knew it wasn't going to work. But I knew I needed to

get my memory back so I could remember what life used to be like outside of these

gray walls. The sun would shine through the tiny window and an image of blond

hair would flash through my mind, I would try to get a grasp of it but my head

would start to hurt because I tried to long and too hard. I would have to face facts

sooner or later.

I sighed and lied back down on my small white bunk.

No one was coming. If I don't remember them, why should they remember me?

Before I dozed off, there was a knock on my door. Before I opened my mouth to

welcome them in, they already entered. It shaped a dark, round silhouette. I then

knew it was the leader of the Resistance. He smiled as I stood before him, a smile

that said 'I-can-do-anything-and-get-away-with-it' and he has. I flinched but kept

my ground.

"What do you want?" he laughed a snarky laugh as I kept a straight face.

"Jackson be nice. You have a visitor." My eyes bulged out.

"I do?" he didn't answer; he only stepped backwards and walked away revealing a

girl, her blonde hair flashed in the dim light. She gave a small, nervous smile and

spoke softly.

"Hi Jack."

Jack's P.O.V.

Four Years Earlier…

"Jack, we're going to be late!" I heard a voice yell outside my front door. I opened

the door to reveal Kim standing straight with her arms crossed, clearly annoyed. I

couldn't help but smile.

"Alright alright. Just hop on my skateboard and we can both ride to school." Her

face paled as she looked down at the skateboard in my arm.

"I don't think we have time for lessons." She said shaking her head. I smiled.

"It'll get us there faster and on time." I put the skateboard on the gravel road and

pointed to it, indicating that it was time for her to get on.

"I'm not getting on that thing. It's an accident on wheels." I shook my head and

laughed.

"Kim we went over this. If haven't died yet, there's a possibility you won't."

"Possibility?" I could see she was ready to run.

"I'm kidding. Come on, you know that I won't let you fall." She didn't answer; she

only looked at the ground.

"You do know that right?" she looked at me, filling her blue eyes into my brown

ones.

"Yes but-" I held up my hand.

"No buts. Just get on, we're already late." She still looked uneasy as she stepped

onto the board. But, unfortunately for her, the board slipped right out under her. At

the last second I caught her. She wobbled and swayed before she finally got her

feet leveled. I saw her smile but as soon as she caught me staring, she quickly

replaced it with a determined look.

Typical Kim.

Once she was steadily on the skateboard, I put my arm around her and guided her

slowly down the street. I tried not to blush with being so close to Kim, but I

couldn't seem to help it. Luckily, she was facing forward and the thing that she

could of me were my hands that we protectively around her waist.

When she had gotten used to the movement of the skateboard I gently eased on

making us go faster, which caused Kim's golden hair to get in my face, but

strangely enough, I didn't mind.

I don't like her. She's like a… a… a sister to me. Nothing else. She couldn't be

anything else. She didn't want to be anything else as far as I know. Sure she smiles

and blushes when we're together but that doesn't me that-

"Jack? Jack!" Kim yelled in my ear, both distracting my thoughts and almost

making us crash.

"What's wrong?" I asked looking her over for cuts and bruises. She only smiled

and giggled.

"Nothing. I'm just having a good time. I didn't want to admit it, but you were

right, this isn't all bad." I returned the smile but mine was filled with gratitude.

"You should really start having some faith in me." She tucked a strand of air

behind her ear before responding.

"I know. I know." She turned her head to give me one of the most earnest smiles

and I couldn't hide my blush.

I wondered if I make her feel the same way-

About our friendship ofcourse.

Because that's all we have now, it's all we need.

A/N K. well that was the first chapter, and I plan on this story being

long, so review and tell me what you think, but remember it's only

the first chapter so only so much detail is going to be in here.

-JAY