BTW, I imagine them looking the way they did in that episode Mamma Mima... Jack's hair looked so good in that episode and when he took his shirt off... omg.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It.

Kim's POV

The entire time I was walking home I imagined how the next day would play out, with him as my partner in almost all of my classes. We both said hurtful things to each other that we couldn't take back.

I approached my new house for the first time. I didn't see any cars in the driveway so I knew nobody was home. I pulled the key my mom gave me out of my backpack and unlocked the front door. I entered the house and clicked the door shut.

I was about to give myself a tour of the house when I heard shuffling and footsteps. Someone must have broken in; there's nobody home. There was a wall adjacent to the doorway which was blocking what was probably a living room— the place the noises were coming from. I quietly set my backpack down and got into my fighting stance as the footsteps were no longer audible.

Suddenly, someone jumped out from behind the wall and attacked me. They dodged every one of my punches and I dodged theirs. A familiar voice said my name. "Kim?" It was Jack. I stopped attacking him only to be pinned up against the wall. "Jack," I whispered, our close proximity causing an eruption of butterflies in my stomach. "What are you doing in my house?" I asked. He seemed just as confused as I was.

"What are you talking about? You're in my house," he stated. Both of us were breathing heavily, and I could feel his heartbeat. "Well obviously I'm not an intruder, so you can let me go now," I pointed out. He seemed upset that I had said that, and hesitated before gently letting go of my wrists and backing away.

The realization dawned on me. "Jack, is your mom's name Kristen, by chance?" I questioned. He looked confused for a second but he came to the same realization as me. "Oh my god, our moms didn't tell us about each other!" He said, and scoffed. I started laughing and so did he. "They knew we wouldn't go through with it if we knew we'd have to live with some other kid," I laughed. As I looked into his eyes I saw warmth and kindness. I knew he was a good guy.

"So, if nobody is home, how did you get here?" I asked.

"Oh, my friend Jerry gave me a ride," he replied.

He seemed sad. "Hey, Kim, I'm really sorry I was so mean earlier. I didn't mean what I said and I regretted it immediately."

I blushed at his apology and felt as if a weight had been lifted off my chest. "Thank you Jack, but I should be apologizing. You were by my side the whole day trying to be my friend and I pushed you away. I just wasn't in a good mood today; I wasn't very happy about this whole moving situation."

"So, can we be friends?" He asked with a smile.

"I would love that," I replied sweetly. The butterflies were intensely swarming inside me.

He smiled and looked into my eyes. "So, where did you learn how to fight like that?"

I shrugged. "I may dabble a bit in karate."

He laughed, asking, "What belt? I'm guessing black."

I nodded my head. "Second degree," I added.

He looked really excited and exclaimed, "Me too!" I beamed at him and his smile was warm and caring. "Come with me, you'll love this!" I followed him into a basement and he turned on the light.

"Oh my god, this is awesome! You basically have your own dojo down here!" I ran down the stairs and looked at all his equipment.

Jack walked down a hallway and I followed him. "So this is my room," he gestured at a closed door, "and I'm guessing the next one down is your room now."

I walked down the hallway and entered the room. I recognized all of my furniture and lots of boxes still on the floor. "Yeah, you're right," I said.

"Hey, change into some workout clothes," he told me.

"Are we going to spar?" I asked excitedly.

A smirk grew on his face. "Yep, and I'm gonna kick your butt."

As he walked away and into his room I said, "you wish," which made him laugh. Nice comeback, Kim.

Jack's POV

I had already finished changing and Kim still wasn't ready, so I began practicing on the dummies.

"Okay let's do this," Kim said. I turned around to see her wearing nothing but a sports bra and very short workout shorts.

Oh, no, that's not fair. She wants me to be distracted the whole time. I saw her long, toned, tan legs. Then came her wide hips that tapered into a slim waist. Her flat stomach was completely exposed. Then I saw her… chest. I decided it wasn't a good idea to keep staring because my blood would flow to a certain area, if you know what I mean.

We began sparring and it was about a half hour before I finally had her pinned to the floor. My hands were around her wrists and I had my knees on the ground outside hers so I could press her shins down with mine.

"Tap out," I said with a smirk.

"Jack, that's not fair, I can't move my hand!" she argued. She squirmed underneath me, trying to find a way out, but she was unsuccessful. Her movements created a friction between us that felt really good.

"Well, I guess we're stuck here then," I said smugly. I bent my head down and whispered in her ear. "I know you like it." She gasped. I felt her shudder and I could see the goosebumps forming on her neck. I pulled back to see her eyes closed and a soft open smile on her face. I pressed my body against hers and she moaned ever so quietly, barely loud enough for me to hear her. I wanted to make her make noises like that again. Suddenly, the basement door opened and I jumped up off of Kim and stood up.

"Oh, so you two have met… how are you getting along?" My mom asked suspiciously.

"I think we'll get along just fine," I replied, trying to be casual.

"Oh, I'm glad to hear that! Well, it's nice to finally meet you, Kim!"

Kim stood up from the mats. "It's nice to meet you too, Ms. Brewer," Kim said in her beautiful, soft voice.

"Welp, dinner's ready. Wash your hands and come on up."

"Okay, thanks mom," I said as she closed the basement door.

I showed Kim to the Jack and Jill style bathroom, which connected our rooms.

"Okay, this is going to be a problem." Kim said. "How are we not going to walk in on each other when we're naked and stuff?" She questioned.

Well, maybe soon you won't consider that a problem, I thought to myself. I pushed my dirty thoughts out of my mind and responded, "We can come up with some rules later."

Kim sighed in relief. "Okay, cool."

After washing our hands, we made our way upstairs and sat at the table. We began eating and my mom was the first to start up a conversation.

"You two have chemistry together, don't you?" My mom asked. Kim froze and I choked on my food.

"Um, come again?"

"Didn't you say you two were in the same chemistry class?"

I was relieved. I thought she was talking about my relationship with Kim. If that's what she was referring to, the answer would be a big yes. "Oh, right, yeah. About that, we have detention this Saturday and after school for the rest of this week."

My mom looked at me in shock. "I know, I know, but we didn't do anything wrong, we just had a crazy teacher." Kim and I glanced at each other. It wasn't the whole truth but I wasn't totally lying either.

Kim's mom changed the subject. "We can discuss that later. So, Kim, I have some exciting news. Jack's mom offered me a job as her assistant! This will double my pay!" Kim's face lit up at her mother's news. Kim got up and hugged her mom. They stayed like that together for a while. When Kim pulled away, she said, "I'm so happy for you, mom!" I smiled at my mom and mentally thanked her for doing something so nice.

The rest of that dinner was spent with our mothers sharing embarrassing things about us and Kim and I took turns either being mortified or laughing at the other. So far, thanks to my mom, Kim knew the following things about me: I play guitar, I have a mole on my left butt cheek, my mom is a gynecologist (a women's doctor, wink wink), I throw up every time I am around blue cheese, I go to the Bobby Wasabi Dojo, I have an irrational fear of clowns, and I have a crush on a girl named Donna Tobin (that one isn't true, but Kim seemed pretty upset about it). Now I know these things about Kim: she's a cheerleader, she's a great singer, but she refuses to sing in front of people, she is terrible at dancing, her parents got a divorce, she has a bad temper, and she has irregular periods (her mom brought that up and then scheduled an appointment with my mom). At that point Kim and I couldn't take the conversation anymore so we excused ourselves and went back downstairs.

Kim nodded. "Okay, well I'm really tired. I'm gonna head to bed."

I nodded back and smiled, saying, "Me too. Goodnight, Kim."

"Goodnight Jack."

I went into my room and then into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Kim was washing her face and her eyes were closed. I snuck up behind her and when she finally opened her eyes after drying her face with a cloth, I yelled, "BOO!"

Kim jumped and screamed. She's so cute when she's scared! Ugh, brain, stop thinking these things! I ignored my thoughts.

She turned around to face me and playfully pushed my chest, but I didn't budge. She got confused and tried to push me again. "Why aren't you moving!?" She had both of her hands on my chest and was putting her whole weight into her push, but she was pretty small compared to me.

Then she poked my chest with her finger. "Stop flexing!" She said.

"I'm not flexing," I laughed. She seemed frustrated.

"There's no way your pecs are that hard without flexing," she said matter-of-factly.

I smirked and flexed my chest. Her eyes went wide and she said, "What the heck, how is that even possible?" She knocked on my chest with her knuckles. "It's like you're made of metal." Then she gasped. "Oh my god, are you Superman?" Her face was completely serious.

I laughed until I caught my breath and answered, "That's very flattering, Kim, but Superman doesn't exist." I had an idea. As I walked to the counter to grab my toothbrush, I muttered under my breath, "That was a close one. She's onto me." It took all of my willpower to keep a straight face.

"Very funny, Jack," Kim said sarcastically as she applied some kind of cream to her face.

I brushed my teeth while Kim applied various creams and products to her face.

"No wonder you have such good skin," I mumbled with my toothbrush in my mouth.

She must have heard me because she looked down with a smile and blushed. Then she put all of her lotions and potions away into a medicine cabinet and walked into her room.

"Goodnight, Jack," she said in the most angelic voice I had heard in my life.

I finished swishing water around in my mouth and spit it out in the sink. I smiled at her and said, "Goodnight again, Kim." She giggled and closed the door behind her. I looked in the mirror and realized she was laughing because I had toothpaste all around my mouth. Smooth, Jack. Smooth.