Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It or Mission Impossible
So, I am very much aware how past the deadline I am. The minute I saw the first twelve reviews, I started writing, but I didn't have access to my computer for like a week, and then the internet was shut down for days after that. I'm so sorry you guys, but I REALLY hope that this won't disappoint.
At around seven o'clock on Saturday evening, the doorbell rang at the Martinez house. Seven-year-old Nikki excitedly ran down the stairs and opened the door. She was met with the sight of three boys about her brother's age standing in the doorway, wearing pajamas and carrying sleeping bags.
She turned and sprinted up the stairs, pausing halfway up to yell, "Jerry, your weird karate friends are here!" before bolting again. Jerry immediately appeared out of the kitchen, wearing a flowered apron. When he saw his friends he said, "Hey, my peeps! C'mon in."
Milton, Eddie, and Jack came in and set their stuff down, the latter wearing a confused expression on his face. "Dude, why are you wearing an apron?"
Jerry glanced down at himself for a second. "Oh, I was baking. My snicker doodles are to die for, yo," he told him, backing into the kitchen and quickly reappearing with a huge plate of cookies. He passed them around, and Jack took one, casting a doubtful look at Milton. When the latter nodded earnestly, he shrugged and took a bite. He covered his mouth in surprise.
"Dude," he said through a mouthful of pastry, "this is awesome."
"Thanks," Jerry said. "I use my grandma's secret recipe. I'd tell you the secret ingredient, but it's a secret." Milton rolled his eyes and stacked several more cookies into his hand. He was shoveling a third into his mouth when they all heard the doorbell ring.
"I got it!" Jerry's little sister ran down the stairs again at top speed, and yanked open the door. "Kim!" The young girl wrapped her arms tightly around the teenager's waist. Kim grinned, and, after returning the fierce embrace, said, "Okay, Nikki, you can let go now."
"Okay!" She released and shot up to her room again. Everyone laughed as Kim, clad in red a purple plaid pajamas, walked inside, slinging her overnight bag off her shoulder and dropping it with the guys' things. "Erratic kid, isn't she?" Milton asked rhetorically.
Kim replied. "Yeah, but she's really sweet. Hey, Jerry, been baking again?" Kim gave her fellow cheerleader a fleeting hug and grabbed a cookie, taking a huge bite. "Ahhh, still delicious."
"Kim, when have you eaten Jerry's cookies before?" Jack asked.
Kim swallowed. "He made a whole batch for the pep squad last week. Even Grace took thirds."
The guys nodded.
A brief silence followed. Eddie took initiative to break it and said, "So, what do you guys wanna do? We could play one word story again!"
A collective "NO!" followed this statement.
Kim said, "How about a movie?"
Jerry snapped his fingers at her and grinned. "Read my mind, chica. I have just the thing." He took off his apron and hopped into the kitchen to put it away. When he reappeared he added, "Oh, you guys can just set up your stuff in the living room. There's popcorn on the counter next to the microwave. I'm gonna get something."
Jack, Milton, and Eddie unrolled their sleeping bags and set them side-by-side on the floor of the spacious living room. Kim got the popcorn before setting up her own bag next to Jack's and settling in with the guys.
Kim was about to ask what was taking Jerry so long when the devil himself appeared at the top of the stairs again, yelling, "Yo! Eddie! Milton! I found it! Whooo!"
Eddie pumped his fists in excitement and Milton rolled his eyes while Kim and Jack sat there looking confused. "What did you find?" Kim asked.
A diabolical smirk spread across the Latino's face. It was a look they didn't see often and was honestly a bit frightening on him. "You'll see." Jerry popped in a DVD, grabbed the remote, and squeezed himself between Jack and Kim. He flipped on the TV. The guys all burst out laughing.
On the screen was one of the most horrible things they've all seen. Somebody had filmed the entire Pearl of Seaford Beauty Pageant, and of course Jerry had gotten his hands on the footage. Kim covered her face with her hands, occasionally peeking through her fingers, only now realizing exactly how bad she was upon watching her 'interpretive dance.'
Jack started cracking up even harder when as they watched the announcer puke into a trash can. Jerry looked at him interestedly. "Oh, you think that's funny? Just you wait until the next scene."
Jack's easy laugh morphed into a forced, nervous one. "What – what do you mean?"
He turned his attention back at the screen when Kim began to giggle herself. His jaw dropped as he witnessed an overhead viewing of his victory dance. Watching himself, Jack immediately understood exactly how dorky he looked. Turning beet red, he turned to his friend and said, "You hacked into the dojo security footage."
Jerry looked extremely proud of himself. "Yes I did." A loud cough from his far right made him correct himself. "Alright, fine, Milton did it, but the whole video was my idea."
"Of course it was," Kim muttered. She looked kind of annoyed about the first scene of her, but she was biting her lower lip firmly, obviously trying not to crack up. Her expression then turned to disbelief and mild horror, and she said, "Oh, no."
"Ohh, yes. " Jerry wrapped an arm around the shoulders of either Jack and Kim, still looking incredibly pleased. "And this is both of you putting the noble art of dance to shame."
Everyone stared at the TV, completely transfixed in his or her own way. On the screen now were Jack and Kim dancing at the Swan Court Cotillion. Although everyone else was dancing ridiculously too, the two definitely stood out with their goofy 'moves.'
After about one minute, Kim exclaimed, "Please, make it STOP!"
Smirking, Jerry flipped off the television. Jack stood and faced the guys. "Okay, we get your point, Kim and I really cannot dance. Don't give me that look, you know it's true," he added to a glaring Kim. She just shrugged, and jack continued, "Is this the only reason we're here tonight?"
The doorbell rang. "Of course not, dude," Jerry said, backing towards the front door. "I also ordered pizza." Jerry opened to door the reveal a delivery guy, balancing a large stack of pizza boxes. Jerry and him a wad of cash, took the food, and closed the door on him. He continued on like nothing happened. "And we have a dare for you two."
Kim stood up and positioned herself next to Jack. "What kind of dare?"
Eddie answered, "Jerry signed you two up for square dancing lessons!"
"WHAT?" they shouted simultaneously. Jack shook his head as if trying to clear it. "Dude, you've got to be joking."
"Nope." Jerry opened a box in his arms and took out a slice of pizza. "You start next Saturday."
"And if we refuse?" Kim challenged.
Milton was the one who replied this time. He circled around them with his arms crossed as he spoke. "Then we post the video of you two dancing on YouTube. And…" He whispered something to Kim, whose eyes widened. "You wouldn't," she said.
"You know I would Kimberly."
Kim huffed slightly. "Jerry, that better be some damn good pizza if you want to live."
The tall boy nodded arrogantly. "I got you your very own large thin crust double-cheese with bacon and olives." He was met by a brief, smothering hug and the quick unburdening of one pizza box.
Jack crossed his arms. "You guys still can't make me go."
Eddie cleared his throat and whispered something in his ear. Jack immediately said, "So what time do we have to be there, again?"
"Ten in the morning," Eddie replied while Jerry handed out the rest of the pizzas. The latter then clapped his hands together. "So now that the blackmail is over, who's up for Mission Impossible?"
"Ghost Protocol, please," Kim told him through a mouthful of food.
Hope you enjoyed it! Again, really sorry for the late update. I won't promise anything for chapter 3, though it'll be up.
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The more reviews I get, the faster I write. No lie.
Love y'all,
Reyna S.