Kim's POV (AFTER SCHOOL)
"I'm so excited!" Grace said. "Why?" I asked. "To see who my roommates are!" Grace exclaimed. "Uh, 'my'? You mean 'our'. I'll bet you that the principal put us together."
"How much?"
"Twenty bucks."
"You're on."
When we finally reached the computer, there was a line. I got right to work.
I went to the front of the line, where Tanner, a fairly popular guy was typing in his name. "Hey Tanner." I said flirtatiously. "Oh, hey, what's up?" He was confused on why I was talking to him. Legit reason to be confused.
"This." I said quickly, then kissing him in front of everybody. When I pulled back, he was too dazed to remember that he had been doing something, and walked away.
"Hey, Crawford, smooth move. He was so disgusted, he ran away!" I heard laughter. Ugh, Jack and Jerry. "Shut up!" I snapped.
Grace had already typed her name in. I was the first name on her list! Jack looked over her list, grinned, and said, "You mean, shut it, roomie." He said with a smirk.
I looked over and the second and third name on Grace's list was Jackson Brewer and Jerry Martinez. "NO, NO, NO!" I yelled. My yells of bloody murder made the principal come out of her office. "Is there a problem, Ms Crawford?" I glared at her. She should know, for putting me with two idiots!
"Yes, A million times yes!" I yelled. "Ms Crawford, I have put you with your best friend, count your blessings." She said calmly, walking back to her office.
"Please tell me you're not moving in this weekend!" I ask Jack, knowing I sound whiny, but I'm Kim Crawford, I always get my way. Except now. What changed?
After Jack nodded happily, I stormed outside to the parking lot, finding my silver Mustang. I climbed in, slamming the door. Of all people, why Jack Brewer, why!?
Grace tapped on the window of the passenger side and I unlocked the door. She climbs in, handing me a twenty-dollar bill. I smile, remembering our bet. "It's fine Kim. You'll have me. And Jerry isn't so bad." I snorted. "Anyone who hangs out with Jack Brewer willingly is bad."
Grace sighed. "We'll be living with them. Piss them off enough and they'll eventually learn not to screw with us." I smile at the thought of Jack and Jerry serving us breakfast in bed. Then Jack would probably try to do something else in bed.
"Can we just go home and pack our stuff? You help me, I'll help you?" Grace suggested gently. I nodded, put the key in the ignition. First we go to Grace's.
"I'm gonna miss this room." Grace said, looking around her blue room. "You can hire painters. And your parents should give you money to redecorate. Plus, you'll get to design another room!" I say, trying to get her as excited as I was for the new house.
"You're right." Grace got her silver suitcase out of her closet. "That's pretty small, you should take another one." I suggested. "This one is for my makeup and perfume. I'll need like three more for my clothes." I smile at how familiar this was.
Last year Grace had gone with my family to the beach and my little brother had to leave his clothes behind so her stuff would fit in our car.
After about a hour, we drive to my house. Another hour passed and my things were ready and we drive back to school.
"So, how are you going to decorate your room?" I asked Grace as we were walking to the principal's office. She thought for a moment, then replied. "I'm thinking sea foam green and black... and a walk in closet, definitely need that! What about you?"
I hadn't really given my room much thought, but I had ideas. "Hot pink, blue and zebra print. And I want to get one of those exercise trampolines in my room!"
"I love it!" Grace smiled as we finally reached our destination. "Hi." I said stiffly to the principal, confirming my unhappiness with her. "Your full names are Kimberly Anne Crawford and Grace Skye Penn, correct?" We nod. "And your roommates are Jackson Logan Brewer and Jerry Sergio Martinez, correct?" We nod again.
"Here are your house keys, you will be living in house 101." (Smiles to my Kickin' It At PCA fans!) "And here is a $100 dollar Food Lion card for groceries. Good luck."
The principal's politeness was making me sick. "Come on Grace, I don't wanna catch her politeness." Grace giggled as I grabbed her arm and we walked out to my car.
"Hey, I have a designer and a painter's business card in my purse, you can call them and make a appointment," I say, backing up out of the parking place.
"We should probably make a list for food. I don't wanna starve all weekend." Grace nodded, looking at the business cards. "Lola Leanne. She sounds fabulous!" I glanced over at Grace, who was still holding the designer's business card.
"Yeah, I guess. Personally, I like Kim Crawford better, but that's just me." Grace playfully rolled her eyes and smiled. "Hey, isn't Drew Wakefield's party tomorrow?" I ask.
"Yeah, but unless he has the good stuff I'm not going."
'The good stuff' is our little joke for alcohol. We both loved the three G's: Getting drunk, getting laid, getting out. Even though Grace isn't usually bad, she has caught on a little to my lifestyle.
"We'll have to be late though, unless you want to skip cheer leading practice." I shot Grace a dirty look. "I can't skip, I'm the captain! And if you skip, I swear I'll kick you off!" I say playfully, wagging my finger at her. She rolled her eyes. "Yes, mommy!"
I slammed my foot on the brake, making Grace fly forward. "Hey, what was that for!?"
"Sorry, brake check." I smiled smugly at her and she hit my arm.
About five minutes later, we get to our new house, and Grace and I jumped out. The first room that came as I unlocked the door was a large room that had a red leather couch, and two matching recliners, all facing a fireplace with a TV above it. The room eventually opened into a kitchen, which had wood cabinets. A silver blender, toaster, and microwave sat on the white marble counter tops. A refrigerator sat next to wooden shelves, that matched the cherry cabinets. Grace and I found a hallway with four doors.
Two of them held bedrooms and a bathroom. The last door held stairs going down to a basement, where there was a pullout couch and a small TV. There was also a ping pong and pool table.
As we went upstairs, we noticed a staircase we had missed when we walked in. We climbed and saw two large bedrooms and we each threw our stuff in the rooms, claiming them as ours. Then we discovered another bathroom, and a small room that we both had the same idea for.
"Walk in closet?" Grace asked. "Walk-in closet. The setup is perfect. The guys can have the two bedrooms downstairs and share the bathroom, and we can have the giant rooms and share that bathroom and the closet. I love this place!" I exclaimed happily.
The rest of the year was going to be awesome, as long as Jack act like himself.
