A/N: Sorry I didn't post this before I went on my vacation! *ducks cyber arrows* OMG! Did you guys see Olivia Holt's Twitter and Facebook? They finished shooting season one! And in an interview, Olivia Holt says in the episodes to come, there's going to be more Jack/Kim stuff. Oh, and there are so many cute pics of Leo Howard and Olivia Holt on her Twitter and Facebook. :)
"Do we have to do this?" groaned Jack.
"Yup!" Kim replied cheerfully. They were curled up on a couch in Kim's penthouse New York suite, planning their wedding.
"Kim, if I have to look through any more color combinations, I'm going to explode," Jack told the beautiful blond seriously.
She only waved him away. "Stop being melodramatic, Jack."
"But this is killing me!" whined Jack. "We've been looking through pages and pages of the same color for hours."
"They're not the same color!" protested Kim.
"What's the difference between Baby Pink and Soft Pink?" muttered the frustrated groom-to-be. I knew we should have eloped, he thought.
"Well, if you really want to get into it..." Kim started, a sadistic smile on her face. "Baby Pink is more of a younger, louder color, while Soft Pink is a soft, muted color, and-"
"Make it stop!" cried Jack melodramatically, dropping his head onto Kim's shoulder.
She only laughed, and shoved his head off. "C'mon, Jack, let's get something to eat. Kerry's?" she asked hopefully, referring to the flowery cafe Jack had planned his last (successful) proposal.
"Yes! Thank you, God," he muttered, picking up his keys.
"What was that?"
"... Nothing."
Smart boy.
"One vanilla shake, please, and a mocha frappe with extra whipped cream and caramel," ordered Jack.
"Jack! I can order for myself!" exclaimed Kim, while at the same time Kerry exclaimed, "She can order for herself!"
Then, just to annoy the brown-haired man further, Kim ordered, "I'd like a mocha frappe with extra whipped cream and caramel, please."
"You are unbelievable," muttered Jack.
"And you are spending the rest of your life with me. Get used to it," retorted Kim cheekily.
Jack pretended to wipe away a tear. "Poor soul, that's what I am. A poor, poor, soul."
"Jack!" She punched his shoulder.
"Ow..." he mumbled, rubbing the spot where she punched him. Hey, the girl was a former CIA agent. And trained in martial arts. The girl only shrugged and smiled, satisfied. "So, what's the plan for today?" asked Jack, taking a long gulp from his vanilla shake.
"Well, I've got a meeting with Gucci, then I have to pick up my bridesmaid dress, and then I have to get ready for my bachelorette party with the girls," replied Kim, ticking the events off her fingers as she went along the day's to-do list. "What about you?"
"Well, I've got the day off, so I think I'll just drive you around," he offered.
"Sure, but you're busy for the next two hours or so, aren't you?" asked Kim hesitantly.
"Kim..." Jack could always read her like an open book. Plus, she wasn't the best liar.
She sighed, threading their fingers together. "Well, it's just that Gucci wants me to do an ad for them. With Chase Matthews. And I knew you'd get jealous, so..." She trailed off, looking uncertainly into his eyes.
He sighed, pulling the blond girl into his lap. "Kim, I'm not going to get jealous," he mumbled into her hair. "Because I'm going with you!"
"You said what now?"
"Hey, Tim!" Kim greeted the Gucci representative.
Jack squinted at his name tag, then whispered to Kim, "Tom. His name is Tom."
"Tom," Kim corrected herself hastily.
"Yes. Ms. Crawford, and Mr. Anderson, I presume?" replied the clean-shaven man in a sharp tone.
"Yes, nice to meet you, sir." Jack offered his hand to shake, to which Ti- Tom ignored and brushed by him. Jack was left staring after him, an offended look on his face.
Kim laughed quietly as she sat down in one of the plush chairs. Jack was left standing, looking quite put-out. "I don't think he likes me," he whispered into her ear.
"Ms. Crawford!" said Tom sharply. "You are here for a business deal, not to chat with your boyfriend."
"Fiance," corrected Jack.
"Whatever. Now, Ms. Crawford..." Tom turned to her. "Here is the contract. Your people have already checked it." He handed her a stack of papers.
Jack looked over her shoulder, whistling at the amount they were paying her. "Wow, $6.5 million? What kind of ad are you doing?"
"Perfume," she replied. Well, that explained it.
"So, I'm guessing you'll be paying for the wedding?" he joked, to which she slapped his arm.
"Ahem," Tom cleared his throat. The pair looked up from their playful bantering, slightly reproachful of the small, commanding man in front of them (dressed all in gray- Rachel would be screaming if she saw him).
"Oh, right," said Kim, before taking the fountain pen in front of her and signing her name. Well, not quite.
"Wait!" Jack grabbed her hand and stopped her from signing her name.
"Jack, what are you doing?" whispered the blond harshly.
"Just go with it," he whispered back. Turning to Tom, he offered him a smile. "Hi, Tom. Do you know me? Jack Anderson, nice to meet you. Did you know, I'm also a model? And, I'm Kimmy's fiance! So, I think it would be great for Gucci if they had an engaged pair modeling for their new perfume, wouldn't you? Oh, you would! Wonderful, I'll just tear up this contract, here." Jack talked over the protests of Tom, slipping the contract into the trash can, much to Tom's horror. Kim was having much too fun with the fact that the gray-suit-sporting man was getting flustered to intervene. Oh, and look how Jack was learning! He was talking the way she did- don't take no for an answer, and replace everything the other person says with what you want to hear.
Laughing, Kim clapped a hand to her mouth, her giggled subsiding as Tom glared fiercely at her. "Ms. Crawford, I suggest you do something about your boyfriend-"
"Fiance!" Jack interrupted.
"Boyfriend," said Tom snidely. "Please do something about him, Ms. Crawford, or your contract will be terminated."
Oh. Well. He just dropped the bombshell. Jack immediately looked over at Kim, a worried look on his face and an apology ready on his lips when-
"Oh, no you don't!" cried a shrill voice. Meet Alexandra di Marco, Patrizio di Marco's 20-year-old daughter. (A/N: I'm just making this up.) "Tom, you can't! I loooooooove Jack Anderson! And ohmygosh, you don't want to make Lexie angry, do you? I overheard Daddy talking about a raise..."
Tom's posture immediately straightened, a greedy glint to his eyes. "Well, of course, Miss di Marco. May I introduce you to Jack Anderson and his little girlfriend Kim Crawford?" He pushed Jack forward, while an offended Kim looked on.
"Uh, hi. I'm Jack- whoa!" Jack started to introduce himself, but was cut off when a squealing Alexandra pounced on him, causing them to fall onto the floor, her- ahem... assets slightly exposed to him.
Kim felt it was time for her to re-enter the scene. Sweetly, she asked, "Alexandra, is it?" She pulled the girl up abruptly (some might even say roughly). "Hi, Lexie! I'm Kim Crawford, Jack's fiance? Yup, we're due to be married in two months!"
"Oh. Well. You're Jack's fiancee?" The busty brunette gave Kim the once-over. "He could do a lot better, you know," she said snidely.
Jack leaped up, ready to defend his bride-to-be, when Kim held up a hand to stop him. "And who would that be?" challenged Kim.
"Oh, I don't know... me?" Alexandra inspected her nails nonchalantly.
Kim raised an eyebrow, her Southern accent becoming prominent as she spoke. "You? You live off of Daddy's wallet. Honey, you're afraid of breaking a nail. If you're going to be married to Jack Anderson, you're going to have to be a lot braver than that."
Jack crossed his arms, unsure whether to be offended that Kim had referred to him as a danger-magnet, or pleased that his fiance was jealous. He decided that it was time to intervene. "Hey, hey, hey! Alexandra, you seem like an... interesting girl, but I'm already taken." He drew Kim closer to him and pressed a kiss to her temple. Kim pursed her mouth at Alexandra, a smug look on her face.
Alexandra sighed. "Okay, then. Tom, be a darling and sign Jack on. At least I'll be able to see him! Now, buh-bye!" With that, she was gone, in a whirlwind of sherbet-colored clothes.
Jack shook his head to clear it. "That was... um, interesting. Anyways, I think we're all done here, so see ya, Tim!"
"Tom!" Kim hissed.
"I know."
"So why... oh. Yeah, I don't like him, either."
"So, I've got the dress, the bachelorette party's in three hours, and the last thing we need to do is take me home!" said Kim brightly.
"Kim. You are not going to that bachelorette party," growled Jack.
"Oh, so you like my dress for tonight, too?" She simply talked over him.
"No. I mean, yes. I like it. I like it too much."
"I know, I thought the color would bring out my eyes, too!"
"Stop replacing everything I say with what you want to hear!" he whined, earning an amused glance from Kim.
"Jack, don't you trust me?" she asked softly.
He sighed. "I trust you, I just don't trust the guys at the club."
"Jack, it's a high end club. Besides, I'm a former CIA agent, thank you very much. You shouldn't be worried."
"Alright. But... don't stay out too late!" he called after her.
She laughed, turning around from the revolving door at the expensive New York apartment building. "Who are you, my mother?" She skipped back to him, kissing the corner of his mouth. "Relax, Jack. Besides, don't you think I'm going to be worried? You're going to a club tonight, just you and the guys, for your bachelor party."
"But no one can compare to you," he said seriously, being uncommonly sweet.
She laughed. "Thanks, Jack. Now, I'll see you in the morning. Bye." She gave him another kiss on the cheek, but that didn't quite satisfy him, so he pulled her back to him, kissing her square on the lips. He deepened the kiss, smirking against her lips when he felt her knees go weak.
"Jack," she said breathlessly, breaking away. "Steve the Doorman is staring. C'mon, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Casablanca."
"Bye, Princess."
"Kim! Finally, we can't have the bachelorette missing from her own party!" exclaimed Rachel, leading the girl inside the penthouse suite. In Kim's bedroom, it was a mess. Slips, makeup, pantyhose, hairspray, dresses, shoes, and all sorts of other things lay scattered around the room in an (not so) organized mess.
"How did you get in here?" asked Kim.
Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Former CIA agent, remember?"
"Huh, guess I'm due for an update to my security system," mused Kim.
"Enough about the CIA! Rachel, I need your help: yellow or navy?" asked Cora, holding up two dresses.
Rachel eyed the dresses for a moment, then, "Yellow."
"Thanks. Kim, c'mon, we only have an hour!" Cora pulled the blond along, then shoved her into the bathroom. "Go take a shower, quick, then get dressed! The limo arrives in an hour."
"Kim, Kim, Kim," sighed Fawn in mock disappointment. "You shouldn't have to be late for your own bachelorette party!"
"I had to seal a Gucci deal," explained Kim, her head poking out of the door.
"Ooh, what for?" asked Kelsi, slipping on a tan slip.
"Perfume. I'm getting paid $5 million. Hey, Kels, where's my shampoo and conditioner?"
"On the sink!" Kelsi yelled.
"Wini's a bitch. A lucky bitch, but she's still a bitch," pouted Amanda. "When I was 8 weeks along, I had a huge baby bump. Stupid Wini and her stupid flatness."
"Haha, loooser!" taunted Wini, in that way that all old friends do.
"I'm 20 weeks along, I haven't even begun to show. I so beat you, Wini," retorted Cora.
"I think I may hate you all," pouted Amanda.
"Psh, you love us, girlie!"
"... Cora?"
"Hm?"
"You sound like a valley girl."
"... shut up. Kim, are you done yet?"
"Don't rush beauty, sweetheart!"
"What beauty?"
"Cora, I hate you."
"Haven't we already been over this, like, ten times? Love ya too, darling."
"Seriously, I think she's on crack," said Wini.
"Really? I thought she was high," added Rachel.
"No, she's probably been smoking something when we weren't watching," decided Kelsi.
"Guys, she on pain meds... I think," said Fawn, determined to put her two cents in.
"Why would she be on pain meds?" asked Amanda.
"I dunno."
"I think she's just craaaaazy!" sang Kim from the bathroom. A murmur of agreement was heard, while Cora looked offended.
"I hate you all," she said.
"Psh, you love us, girlie!" they all chorused back. Hey, payback's a bitch.
Kim was in the middle of putting on her dress (pretty in purple, thank you very much) when Jack tumbled into her apartment, looking out of breath.
"Jack!" she exclaimed, surprised.
"Hey, Kim," he grinned sheepishly at her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, aghast. "You look like you just ran five blocks!"
"Well... six, actually, but who's counting?"
"Why?"
"Um... I brought you your dress!"
"But... I already have a dress-"
He cut her off. "Well, you're wearing this one, because- wow, you look good."
"Thanks. So, what's the problem this time?" Her tone was exasperated as she applied a layer of nail polish to her nails.
"Well, that dress looks way too good on you, so I brought you this one!" He held up a black dress... sort of.
"It looks like something died in it," said Kim bluntly.
"Nuh-uh, it's perfect! Here put it on!" He started to move towards her, but she stuck an arm out in front of her.
"Jack..." she sighed. "I know you're jealous, and I know you trust me, so just go to your party and have fun, 'kay? Plus, I have new stilettos. And new darts." (A/M: Tehe, reference to Chapter Seven/Eight of KindaSortaMaybe and Chapter Two of The Road to Getting Hitched!)
He paled, backing up. "Y'know, on second thought, I think I'm late for my own bachelor party."
She laughed, stepping closer to him. She reached up and straightened his tie. "Eight years, Jack, and you still can't use a tie properly?"
"That's why I have you!"
"Glad to know why you keep me around. Seriously, don't worry about me. You know I can take care of myself." She placed a light kiss on the underside of his jaw, then pushed him out of her apartment. "Byeee!" she called after him pointedly.
He chuckled, waving her away. "Yeah, yeah, yeah."
"Who invited her?" hissed Kim out of the corner of her mouth. She was referring to their old stalker, Kandy Klaus.
"Who invited them?" Wini whispered harshly, referring to the mob of reporters in front of the (classy!) nightclub.
"I don't know, but I don't like this!" groaned Kelsi, smiling cheerfully and waving at the paparazzi at the same time. They all kept up the red-carpet-I-look-amazing-please-take-my-picture front, but on the inside, several of them were considering how much trouble they'd get into if they just knocked out all the reporters.
"Can we go now?" pleaded Rachel, slowly inching her way towards the double doors.
"Let's make a run for it," agreed Amanda.
"On three?" suggested Cora.
Fawn nodded. "One, two, THREE!" They all gave the paparazzi one last wave, then power-walked their way into the nightclub. (A/N: If you'd like to see their outfits, go to my page. Okay?)
"Nice place you picked out," congratulated Fawn.
Kim nodded. "New York's classiest club. Okay, girls, drinks?"
"Apple martini," said Cora. Fawn and Kelsi ordered the same, while Wini, Amanda, and Rachel got Cosmos. Kim opted for a strawberry daiquiri. (A/N: Okay, I literally researched what these drinks were for you guys :p)
Suddenly, a voice spoke up. "Kelsi? Oh, Kelsi! Hey, Kelsi! Do you like butterflies?" An obviously very tipsy Jerry spun towards them, a goofy smile on his face.
"Jerry? What are you doing here?" Kelsi was very obviously surprised.
"Hey, Kels," greeted Thomas. "Are you guys here for Kim's bachelorette party? Because we're here for Jack's!"
"What a coinky-dink!" Drew chimed in, obviously drunk.
"How many?" sighed Fawn.
Milton popped up next to Rachel and kissed her cheek. Turning to Fawn, he replied, "He's had five so far. I'm designated driver tonight, so I'm sober."
"Hi you guys! GREEN STAR!" exclaimed Eddie gleefully, twirling towards them. "Amanda! Guess what?"
"What?" she replied, trying to contain her amusement.
"You're a GOLD STAR!" he told her seriously, swaying slightly on his feet.
Andrew appeared next to Wini and wound an arm around her waist, placing a kiss on her cheek. Turning to Eddie, he smirked. "That kid can't hold his liquor at all. He only had one shot."
There was only one person missing from their gang.
"Jack..." Kim growled out. He popped up behind Thomas, waving at her sheepishly.
"Y'know, Kim, if you don't mind, I'm just going to stay behind Thomas tonight..." he chuckled nervously.
"Jack... why did you have to plan your bachelor party at the same place I am?" sighed Kim, kissing his cheek softly.
"Well, I was worried before, but I swear, I wasn't going to come here! I didn't plan this! Actually, Milton did..." Jack turned to Milton with an accusing glare.
Milton only shrugged. "Rachel kept talking about how great this place was, so I figured you might as well have your bachelor party here. Sorry?"
Jack sighed, pulling Kim closer to him. "Well, at least now we can dance, right?"
She pushed him away. "Oh, nuh-uh. I'm going to have my last night as a single woman, and you are not standing in my way." And with that, she proceeded to take up a (cute) guy's offer to dance, while Jack stood gaping after her, a confused look on his face.
What just happened? he asked himself.
"Hi, Jackie-poo!" Kim cooed, swaying slightly.
"Hey, Kim. Are you...?" he shot a questioning look at Amanda.
The girl nodded. "She's drunk."
"Raindrops on roses, and whispers on kittens!" cried Kim happily.
"Um, I thought it was whiskers on kittens...?" Jack whispered to Amanda.
Amanda shrugged and repeated herself. "She's drunk."
"GOLD STAR!" cried Eddie, placing a sloppy kiss on Amanda's cheek. She carefully extracted herself from him. "SHINY STAR!" he yelled in Kim's face.
"I like chocolate!" she yelled back.
Jack groaned and slid a hand over his face. It was going to be a loooooong night.
A/N: Meh, I didn't like that chapter much. I've been reading a lot of PJO fanfics lately, so I need to get myself back into Jack and Kim's heads. By the way, I've noticed that a lot of people have subscribed and favorite-d, but a lot of them didn't review. Please, if you have enough time to subscribe and favorite, do me a favor and review.
And I know I said I would post this before I went on vacation, and I'm really sorry. Right now, it's 2 in the morning and nobody knows I'm on the computer- that's just how much I LOVE you guys.
For those of you reading my KindaSortaMaybe story and decided to read this one, I won't be updating that one for a while. I'm going to try to finish this one. There's one more chapter and then that's the end of The Road to Getting Hitched. So for KindaSortaMaybe... 50 reviews? I would love you all so much for that!
No, seriously. Reviews motivate me like no other.
EXCITING NEWS! OMG, I'm doing a collab with GoldenSnitchSeeker7! Go check out her Kickin' It story, Kickin' It: Fallin' For You. It's amazing :)
I'm on vacay right now, and I'm starting camp next week, and I heard Golden herself is busy with camp, but you can expect a chapter coming up for our story soon!
NeverStopDreaming!
xoxo, Hayley
