Author's Note:

Ok. So if you have been with me for a long time, you know that I update on every Friday. But I didn't update yesterday. I am so sorry about that. But I am here now. I am ready to serve you on a reading dish.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin' It.

Jack's P.O.V

I tried to pull myself together. I felt a tear run down my face as soon as I turned away from Kim to go to the car. I hope Kim didn't notice that I was crying. I was supposed to be the strong person.

I put my bags in the trunk of the car and slid in the backseat. The car took off before the door was even closed.

"Sorry it took so long. I had to finish something," I apologized.

"We might not be able to make it now. You better pray that we hit no red lights and the speed limit is over 40 miles per hour," The driver came back with me.

There was an awkward silence in the car. I felt like I was forgetting to do something, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I looked out the window to see palm trees zooming by. The airport was coming up ahead.

"It will take about 20 minutes to get your bags checked if we're lucky," The driver interrupted. "Then we'll have to go through security which will probably take another 20-30 minutes. It's 1:25 right now and your flight boards at 2:05. You just might be able to make it if you hurry," He said while pulling in next to the front doors.

I jumped out of the car before it stopped and basically ripped open the trunk door to get my luggage. I ran with full force to check-in and thankfully there was no one in line. I ran up and said, "Jack Anderson. Flight 139. I know all the details about it. I'm checking in two bags and I have one carry on."

The lady stared at me. I looked at the TV monitor to check the time. 1:30. The lady kept typing and said, "That will $700.00 to cover your bags and flight fee."

I pulled out the 10 $100 dollar bills my mom gave me and quickly counted seven. She typed yet again and I checked the time yet again. 1:40. She printed out a ticket and handed it to me.

"All your information is on there," She spoke up.

"Thanks," I said rushing.

I looked at the time for the last time. 1: 45.

I ran straight to the security and found only about six people in line. It was moving pretty fast. I thanked the heavens for such amazing timing and amount of people present.

Three more people left.

I found another monitor that said 1:50. I really need to hurry.

One more person in front of me.

A couple seconds went by and I was fidgeting like a chipmunk on caffeine.

The security guard took my ticket and stamped it. I ran to put my stuff in the monitor screening thing. I took off my shoes and the guard monitoring whatever the hell it was said to me, "Any liquids?"

"No sir," I responded.

I walked through the metal detector with no beeping and saw the TV say 1:58. Oh shit. I need to get going.

I found my stuff out of the contraption and quickly put on my shoes.

I ran to my gate and heard, "Last call for flight 139. Last call for flight 139."

I sprinted to the lady at the desk at my gate and she scanned it. She handed it back to me with one of those fake smiles and I went into the hallway onto the plane.

I checked my seat. 24A. The seats were set up as three on one side and two on the other. 24A was a window seat. I walked in the narrow path and found no one sitting next to my seat. Awesome! No one breathing on me, no one bothering me, no one asking how my life is going, and no one asking if we are going to die on the plane.

I sat down and instantly fell asleep.

I don't remember having a dream. Just pitch darkness. Then I felt a bump on the plane that jolted me out of my rest. I saw the flight attendants at a seat in front of me with a snack cart. A lady with a complete fake smile plastered on her face said, "Can I get you anything to eat or drink?"

"No thanks," I said with a fake smile also.

Then she moved to the next person.

I was kind of thirsty, though. I remember getting a water bottle before getting on the plane.

I grabbed my carry-on bag from under the seat in front of me and got out a water bottle. I took about 5 gulps and put it back where it was.

I noticed something under it. It looked an envelope with my name on it.

Oh yeah. Kim's letter to me. I thought it was in my pocket. How did it get in there?

I carefully picked it up and opened the envelope tenderly. I scanned the letter and found it to be about twice as long as mine. That girl can sure write.

Dear Jack,

Hi. I honestly really don't know what to say. Maybe I should start out saying that you were more than a best friend to me. Way way more. I hope you feel the same way. I'm super upset that you are leaving for four years. Who will I have to beat up in the dojo? The guys are wimps and are afraid of me. How can people be afraid of me? I'm perfectly approachable.

But I guess I don't want the best student at the Bobby Wasabi Dojo to leave me. Yes, I admit it. You are the best student. Well…yeah I guess.

I really will miss you, Jack. I thought we would go to college together. You thought that, also. Didn't you? She said with a smirk.

I'm going to miss your ambition, your achievements, you integrity, your respect, your smile, and of course everything else. I'm going to miss you. I know I have said that a lot, but it's true. I remember every single moment, look, and conversation we have had together. Don't call me a creeper or anything. You just make my life special and complete.

Hey! We should write letters to each other! I did some research and found out the Otai Academy is on a mountain. Which makes it obvious that there is no service. Anyone can figure that out. Except for maybe Jerry. But yeah. Writing letter would make us old school. It could be fun! You never know.

Promise me something. Promise me that you won't date any girl that you meet in Japan. I know that we can't make that promise face to face because you are most likely on the plane while reading this, or in the car. Even though I probably told you to wait until you get on the plane or the airport to read it. But knowing you, you would read it in the car. Unless you kept your promise and read it on the plane/in the airport (If there even was a promise). But put your pinky in the air right now and move it like you are making a pinky promise. I will always have my pinky up and ready to move. We will call it a long distance air pinky promise.

Now that I have assumed that you have moved your pinky, it is now official that you have promised not to date any girl that you meet in Japan.

I'm probably boring you right now with this letter. So I'll just end it here.

Love,

Kim

P.S. I have the shirt you left at my house when you stayed the night. Should I mail it to you or something?

My head started to hurt. That was a lot of words. What did she mean by all of that? It hurt to think.

"We are now arriving in Japan. Please fasten your seat belts," The flight attendant said over the intercom thingy.

I quickly buckled my seat belt and didn't know what to do. But I knew one thing I should do at this very second.

I put my pinky in the air, curved it, and pulled it away from the air. I put my pinky down and looked at it. When I glanced back up, all I saw were weird stares from strangers.