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Jack's POV:
Of all the amazing years I have known Kim, I have never been to her house. It is much larger than I imagined; a size so great means a larger emptiness in her lack of presence. Because I had gone straight to the dojo after school, my backpack now hangs on my shoulders, containing a surprise much more important than notebooks or schoolwork. We ascend the staircase up the the third floor and walk silently to Kim's room. I enter a large rectangular room that seems to take up half the entire top floor. It is simple and modern, while cozy at the same time. Three suitcases and several boxes ready to be filled line the wall opposite of the doorway, next to her bed. "Looks like my parents are ready for me to get out of the house for good," says Kim, and I can tell she's trying to block out the pain of moving to the other side of the Earth from her parents family with humor. I chuckle a little to lighten her mood, and we stand in awkward silence for a moment.
"What do you want to start with first? Photos? Clothes? Trophies?" I ask her, noticing a huge collection of karate, gymnastics, and cheerleading trophies and medals placed neatly on a bookshelf. She laughs softly and says, "Can we start with photos? My clothes are easier to pack alone and I don't think I'll need those," she says, and I realize what she means when she says she won't need the trophies. She'll be earning tons of those at the Otai Academy. "Sure," I say, reaching for a framed photo rested on her nightstand. It was the pictures we had taken in a photo booth at the pier. I had given her half of them when I thought I was going to leave to the Otai Academy. "I'll put that one on my nightstand so I will be able to look at it every night and cry because I can't be with you," says Kim smiling at our silly faces. "You don't even know how bad of a crush I had on you back then." I smile at her words because I know from experience exactly how bad of a crush she had on me.
After looking through photos for about fifteen minutes, most being of Kim, Jerry, Milton, Rudy, and I, we realize that we had lost track of time. We begin wrapping the framed photos and placing them in the boxes, and I try to think of a way to mold my plan around my current situation. I have to distract Kim in order to pull it off without her noticing. When almost all of the photos are packed up neatly in the cardboard box, I spot one sitting on her bookshelf.
"Hey Kim, could you grab that one on your bookshelf for me?" I asked, hoping she would agree. She nods and walks over to the photo, and while her back is turned to me, I grab the sharpie she is going to label the boxes with and shove it in my pocket. She turns around swiftly, causing her hair to flow behind her and cascade down her back. Getting lost in her beauty, I suddenly feel guilty for rudely making her do something I should have done. But I couldn't think of another way to get her to turn around without becoming suspicious. "Here you go," Kim says, handing me the small framed photo. I wrap it carefully and place it in the box, but before I do so I get a glimpse of what the photo shows. Kim sits on my lap, wearing a huge smile on her face. We sit at a booth in Falafel Phil's, and I remember that it was on Kim's birthday. I have the same photo hung on the wall in my room. I realize that I have a huge grin on my face after I put the photo away when I hear Kim chuckle. "Did you have feelings for me back then?" she asks,"Two years after we met?" I laugh and say, "Kim, I had feelings for you two seconds after I met you." Kim smiles and looks at the ground, and she begins to look confused. "What?" I ask, stepping forward and resting my hand on her arm. "Where's that sharpie that was just on the ground a second ago?" I pretend I don't know what Kim's talking about, although I'm not a great liar. "What sharpie? Where? There was a sharpie in here? I didn't see one. You should probably go check downstairs just to make sure," I say, speaking faster than normal. Kim looks at me weirdly and says, "Um, okay?" I purse my lips as she walks past me, mentally kicking myself for my horrible acting.
After making sure that Kim is far enough away, I remove several photos from the box, leaving a small hole. I take the small metal box from my backpack and place it in the hole. Then, I cover the metal box with the photos that I had removed, being sure to cover the entire surface so no parts of it show. I close the cardboard box and sit on Kim's bed just as she walks in, the sharpie in my hand. "I found it," I say simply, and she gives me a suspicious look, but all she says is, "Well now that I've wasted two minutes looking for a dumb marker that was right in front of my face in the first place, let me label the box." I am about to hand it to her, but because of my relationship with her, I question wether I should give it to her just to tease her.
"Why can't I label the box? You don't think my handwriting is pretty?" I ask, messing with her. She rolls her eyes and I can tell she is trying not to smile. "Fine, you can label it. But your handwriting must be pretty or I'm going to have to ask you to let me do the labeling." I decide to push the act further, knowing that she won't be able to keep a laugh in as long as me. "You can't tell me what to do. I'm famous. I'm the Queen of England, alright? There's no way I'm listening to a little peasant like yourself," I say with a terrible English accent. Kim is quick at responding, and I don't expect the answer I get from her. "Oh really, Queen Elizabeth? Well I'm Beyoncé! You can't tell me what to do, either!" "I can have you arrested!" "That's illegal!" "Well I have more power than you!" "I make more money than you! Plus I wrote drunk in love!" Kim shouts, and I realize that she won this argument. "See, this is why I'm going to have such a hard time without you," I say truthfully, making Kim smile. "But I still get to write on the box," I say, still speaking like an old English woman. Kim rolls her eyes. "It better be pretty," she says, pointing a finger at me. "Well someone's got an attitude," I joke, still with the English accent.
I sit on the ground near the box and begin writing "photos" when I realize that Kim is hovering over my shoulder, breathing on my neck. "Could you please not do that?" I ask her, and I still haven't broken character of the queen of England. "Could you please not talk in that accent?" Kim says, annoyed but smiling. "Deal," I say and get back to writing on the box. My first letter is P. I try to write it in cursive, making extra little curly cues here and there, and I admire my work. I have to admit, I looks pretty good. Now the rest of the word is going to be harder because each letter must be connected. I slowly start the lower case h, then the o, and so on. At the end of the s, I connect a heart to it. Then I draw individual hearts and flowers around the word. Wow, I never thought my handwriting could ever look that pretty. I am actually very proud of my work, so I get up to show Kim, who is packing clothes. "Give me a minute Jack. I'm busy," she says, but I must show her now. It can't wait. I grab her wrist and drag her to the box to show her my masterpiece. "Look, Kim! Look at that handwriting! Just look at at it. Now that is some neat writing," I say, and I look at her face to see her reaction to my perfect handwriting.
Kim's POV:
I try not to make a face, but I can't help it. I can barely tell the first letter is a 'p', there are so many little squiggley lines attached to it. I can tell he must have been writing slowly because the lines are all choppy and it looks like his hand was shaking. Each letter is not proportionate to the other, and the little hearts and flowers are just unnecessary. "Wow, Jack. I don't know what to say," I tell him, trying not to hurt his feelings. "Well what counts is that you tried." Jack's face lights up with excitement. "So I get to do it again?" "No," I say sadly. "It's pretty, but I'm afraid it just took you too long." I try to think of something else he could do that wouldn't waste time. "Why don't you tape the boxes shut?" Jack laughs a little. "I'm just kidding, Kim. I know my writing sucks. You don't have to treat me like a five year old," he says, and I feel relieved. "Oh, thank God. Hey, do you know what time is is?" "About five o'clock," said Jack, checking the time on his phone. "We have another hour until I have to leave. I'm almost packed up, I just need to check and see if I've got everything," I say. "My parents will take care of all these boxes. I just need to bring my luggage and bags to the airport." I look at Jack for a response when I realize he is taking a picture of the label he wrote on the box. "What? This is my best handwriting ever. Do you really expect me to let it go halfway across the world without any record of it?" He asks me, and at first I begin laughing, but I become hysterical at his silly reasoning. Jack begins cracking up too, but we're laughing so hard that no sound is coming out so we are sitting there clapping like retarded seals. I have forgotten why I am laughing, but now I can't stop. My whole body is shaking with laughter and so is Jack's, but we just can't stop. I catch my breath and we sit there for a moment. I have this strange relationship with him, where at one moment we're insane best friends, and the next we're a serious couple. "We should probably finish packing," says Jack, and I agree.
After checking off all of things that I will need, we load my luggage into my dad's car. "You all set?" Asks my dad, who just walked outside. "Yeah," I say, happy, sad, nervous, and excited at the same time. "Could I please have a moment with Kim in private?" Jack asks my father. "Sure. Why don't you take a walk? We've still got fifteen minutes until we have to leave," says my dad, and my heart begins to pound when Jack rests his hand on my waist as we walk down the street. A warm breeze blows through my hair, and I rest my head on Jack's shoulder. Bright green leaves sway in the wind, sunlight shining through them. It is a perfect spring day, and I feel as if I could walk with Jack forever. We follow a path leading away from the street and into a grove of trees. Cherry blossom trees. Pink petals float around us. "I guess this is it," says Jack, holding my hands and staring into my eyes. "It's not over. We have phones and computers, we can still text and call each other," I say, trying to reassure him. "It's not the same as touching you in person; hugging you, kissing you, holding you. We can visit each other, right?" He asks, making a good point. Ever since I've had feelings for him, I've wanted to kiss him. Today, the last day I will see him, is the very first time I have ever been able to do that. Now I'm leaving. "Of course we can. There will be plenty of breaks where I will be able to come back to Seaford," I say. "There's nothing I won't do to see you, Kim," says Jack, and I look into his dark brown eyes. This boy is perfect. I lean in and close my eyes. Our lips meet for the second time, and everything on my mind disappears. Jack is the only one that matters. He is the only one that exists. No matter where I go, he will always be with me. My heart is racing, and I feel more than in love. I feel alive in his arms, with his hands around my waist.
We pull apart. He pulls me closer into his body, warmth radiating from his muscular arms. I rest my head on his chest. I inhale when it rises and exhale when it falls, matching my breaths to his. "We better get back to your house. You don't want to miss your flight," he says. I don't want to think right now, though. I just want to be held in his arms forever. "Kim, am I going to have to carry you?" He asks, and I vigorously nod my head. I never want to let go. He carries me bridal style to my house and sets me in the car. I open my eyes as he kisses my forehead. "I am in love with you, Kim Crawford," says Jack. "You're not too bad yourself," I say, and he chuckles. "I love you and I always will, Jack Brewer. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you," I say seriously, quoting him. "Sweet dreams," he says. "I think I'm already dreaming," I reply sleepily. Jack smiles and we say goodbye, and I fade off to sleep with him in my mind.
I wake up to honking and shouting, and I realize we've arrived at the airport. My dad drops off my luggage and we both wait for my plane's flight. "You know, Jack's a great kid. After you fell asleep, I thanked him for treating you so well," says my dad. "Well what did he say back?" I ask, curious what happened while I was asleep. "He told me that it was easy to do with such a perfect girl," says my dad. I can't believe I have to leave behind such a perfect boyfriend. Now boarding flight 926 to Japan. Flight 926 to Japan. The woman on the intercom announces. "I'm proud of you, Kim. I love you," says my dad, and we hug. "Bye, daddy. I love you too," I say. I board plane and find my seat. I take the window seat, and I settle my luggage and make myself comfortable. A brunette girl sits next to me, and I am about to introduce myself when she begins talking. "Hi, my name is S-" she says, but she stops talking when she sees my face. "Kim?" She asks. I look at her in confusion until I realize who she is, and a smile spreads across my face.
I bet you can guess who the girl sitting next to Kim on the plane is, but oh well... This chapter mostly showed the relationship between Kim and Jack. That's why there are so many little scenes where they are either acting crazy or totally in love. All of the little things I put in now that don't make much sense now will link together at some point in the story. Anywho thanks for reading! You're the cooliest! (Drake & josh) which I don't own...
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