Back with 'Imagined'!

This chapter is suppose to take place during the upcoming episode, 'Karate Games'. As much as I hate to think it, I think Jack + Kim kiss = nada.

Disney's too cruel. And you heard the director, "BRING ON THE STUNT LIPS!"

So…

Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It. And… well, neither do I own Hunger Games. I reference it a lot.

Vincent Olson walks up to us, flashing his pearly-whites like he brings exciting news. He's been doing it for the past week, and so far, no exciting news. This movie-making experience has been complete crap.

I've been roped around a tree, shot down a muddy path, smeared with actual dirt in places I don't even want to talk about, and chased by a couple of ferocious dogs.

I am not in the mood for anymore stupid stunts. And it's not the PMS talking.

"Jack, Kim, this is a big scene. It's super special and super sentimental," Vincent gushes, his hands gesticulating wildly.

"Then… why's it taking place in this forest? Where all the other scenes take place?" Jack questions, confused.

"That's because this time, there's zero adventure and zero action!" Vincent trills. "Guess what we're doing!"

He's like some sort of fangirling schoolgirl. Creepy.

When he fails to incite a reaction from either of us, he 'caves to the pressure of our eagerness' and screams, "IT'S THE BIG KISS SCENE!"

"WHAT?!"

I have to kiss Jack?

I really hate this movie. Though 'hate' mayn't be a strong enough word.

Yes, I may have feelings for Jack. But kissing him in a movie is something I would never ever do. If I were to kiss Jack, it would be real. I wouldn't be playing Katherine Evergreen and Jack wouldn't be playing Percy Lark. It would be Kim Crawford kissing Jack Brewer.

Now to have us kiss in a movie? That's just awkward. Not to mention the bubbling emotions.

"No, I refuse to kiss Jack," I respond firmly, plopping myself onto the director's chair. "It just won't be right."

"You're telling me you guys didn't expect this?" Vincent asked in confusion. "I mean, you guys did get the scripts and all."

"There was NOTHING about a kiss!" Jack retorts.

"Oh," Vincent said, smiling sheepishly. "I suppose we forgot to give you the updated scripts, where you guys merely hugged and nearly kissed."

Jack and I groan.

Vincent then gives us the revised scripts, allowing us to have a few minutes to memorize it. The conversation Percy and Katherine have before they kiss, let's just say, isn't exactly platonic.

"Vincent, I refuse to -"

"PLACES EVERYONE! CAMERAS ROLLING, MICROPHONE ON, YOU TWO KNOW WHAT TO DO?"

"No, Vincent, we -"

"And, ACTION!"

Jack touches my arm lightly as the camera shoots the first part of the scene, where Jack and I don't come in yet. I flinch at his touch, though I'm not saying I don't enjoy it.

"Kim, just go with it. It's not Kim kissing Jack. It's Katherine kissing Percy. Think of it that way," he says.

How could he possibly be cool with this?

But I nod anyway.

As we rush over to take our places at opposite sides of the clearing, Jack then whispers abnormally loudly to me, "Oh, and Kim? Do not mess up on purpose."

The camera zooms over to us.

No messing up on purpose.

I sigh, and upon Vincent's cue, dash forward (huffing and puffing, completely exhausted yet relieved, as said in the script) and throw my arms around Jack (weakly, yet still completely relieved, as said in the script).

"Percy, you're okay!" I gasp. This is stupid.

"Kat, you… you're forehead, there's a gash…" Jack stares at my forehead, which feels a little weird. Good lord.

"You're hurt," Jack mutters. You don't say?

"Come on, Kat, I'll clear it right up for you." Jack reaches into the red backpack his character's carrying, which is actually completely empty. The only things in it are balls of crumpled paper (for 'volume') and the tub of moisturizer he's suppose to smear on my forehead (it's suppose to look like medication).

"Where'd you get that?" I ask breathlessly as Jack fishes the tub out of his bag.

"Sponsors," Jack responds with a bitter grin. "Daymitch and his persuading skills."

I smile. Crap, it's coming.

Jack digs into the moisturizer with two fingers before smearing the cream over the 'gash' on my face. I tingle at his touch and try ignoring the feeling and focusing on what's coming up.

"There we go…" Jack says when he's done. He shoulders the backpack. "We should probably get a move on. Change location, or Clover may find us and try throwing a knife at you again."

Here we go.

"Percy, wait, before we do…" I reach out and grab Jack's arm, pulling 'Percy' (it's Percy, not Jack; Percy, not Jack) back.

"In case we die out there, I have to tell you something," I say. Kill me now.

No, that's not my line.

"I…" I'm supposedly struggling to find the words when suddenly, the scene doesn't seem so fake anymore. It's almost real.

Am I connecting with a fictional character? God no.

"I…" I manage again.

And then Jack - it's Percy, not Jack - steps forward, grabbing my hand - Oh my god Jack is holding my hand. This is so wrong.

"Katherine?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

I have to say, it's excellent scripting in that last part.

And then… Jack - no, Percy - is leaning in, Jack's - no, Percy's - deep, chocolate-brown eyes getting closer and closer, the pair of orbs meeting my hazel eyes as our lips are just an inch apart…

Overcome with nerves, I step back. Jack stares at me, his expression mixed.

"CUT!" Vincent yells. He stomps right up to us. "Listen Kimmy, awesome acting in that last part, but seriously? Have the guts to kiss the guy - okay places everyone, starting from the leaning in bit - AND ACTION!"

Man, this guy sure is Mr. Efficient.

And then it's happening all over again, with Jack leaning in - no, it's Percy - and his lips getting closer and closer…

Once again, I retreat.

"I'm sorry," I blurt out. "I can't… this just isn't right."

We repeat the scene.

I retreat.

Repeat, retreat. Repeat, retreat. It became almost a routine. After the fifteenth attempt, everyone's growing tired.

And I retreat again.

Vincent rolls his eyes, muttering something about 'lack of professionalism'. Eventually, he snaps his fingers. "BRING ON THE STUNT LIPS!"

Stunt lips?

Jack voices my exact thoughts. Speaking of Jack, he looked disappointed, come to think of it. Disappointed. Does that mean anything?

Heck no. He's just annoyed by his friend's 'lack of professionalism'.

"Stunt lips are lips on sticks which we film up close, so it's like you guys are kissing, but you're not," Vincent explains, almost like it's the millionth time he's gone over this. "CAMERA'S ROLLING, MICROPHONE ON, AND ACTION!"

And as a couple of stagehands hold sticks attached to lips (which are, uh, touching), I can't help but feel completely deflated from the epic fail.

Curse me and my lack of professionalism.

DONE!

I'M SO PUMPED FOR KARATE GAMES, OH YEAH…

In case any of you are lost…

Kim Crawford = Katherine Evergreen. (parody of Katniss Everdeen)

Jack Brewer = Percy Lark (parody of Peeta Mellark)

Random actress = Clover (parody of the knife-throwing Career Clove)

Random actor = Daymitch (parody of Haymitch)

-Sienna

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