A/N: A quick little something I threw together. Kinda short, but I was inspired! I hope you like it!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Kickin' It.
Summary:Rudy asks the kids to help re-paint the dojo. Things don't really go according to plan...
"You did not just do that." Kim's voice dripped with malice and a child-like happiness.
"So what if I did?" Jack smirked as he met Kim's narrowed gaze, his paintbrush dangled from his hand.
"Well," The blonde took a measured step towards the brunet, her hand clutching the roller dripping with paint. "Then I'd have to do... THIS!" With a leap and a laugh, Kim managed to not only cover Jack's left cheek, she got a good portion of his "beautiful, shaggy, luscious" hair the girls went apeshit over. One careful flick of a curl could send squadrons of girls into a tizzy. Kim never really got the appeal. She guessed that when you saw the same head of hair repeatedly, the allure wore off.
Unfortunately for Jack, the paint did nothing for his looks. "Yo, Jack," Jerry called from across the dojo, "I don't think the white paint look is your 'thing'," Milton's eyebrows raised at Jerry's ability to use airquotes correctly. Usually Jerry struggled with such tasks. The lanky teen reasoned that Jerry must have been practicing.
Eyes narrowed, Jack looked himself over in the mirror, touching the affected portion gingerly. "Kim!" He whined, pulling his fingers away from his hair, only to find the paint clinging to them.
Kim smirked, the paint Jack splattered on her neck and shirt causing her usually fair skin to look much more tan than usual. "You know I'm an expert in payback, Jack. Maybe you should have thought of that before-" SPLAT!
Paint covered Kim's legs, courtesy of one smug brunet. Her mouth hung open in a silent 'O'. "THAT'S IT! ANDERSON, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!"
When Kim dropped her roller and grabbed a handful of paint, Jack at least had the decency to look scared. With a mighty yell, the blonde ran for Jack, aiming for the hair. The boy froze before turning around to take shelter in the locker room. Kim took this opportunity to leap on his back, covering his face and hair in the white paint.
Milton sighed heavily, placing his paintbrush on the floor. Looking at Jerry and Eddie, he saw that his friends had also abandoned the task of giving the dojo a fresh coat of paint. All the furniture was stacked in the pseudo-waiting area with plastic covers taped up as makeshift curtains, blocking the area from splatters. Milton guessed there would soon be a lot of those...
"They're doing it again." Eddie stated, looking at Milton to confirm his assertion. Milton nodded.
"Doing what?" Jerry was puzzled by the exchange, but with another glance at the laughing-slash-bickering Jack and Kim, realization dawned on the teen's face. "Oooh, you mean they're flirting while trying to disguise it as fighting?"
Milton and Eddie nodded, fatigue showing on their faces. The trio had been painting for the past hour and a half, their efforts shown in the one finished wall. With another glance at Jack and Kim, Jerry made a decision.
"I'm going to get food. We finished this wall, they're not going to be ready to do anything productive any time soon, and I'm hungry." After his mini-speech, he abandoned his brush, looking to Eddie and Milton to see if they would be joining him.
Although slightly stunned at Jerry's take-charge attitude, the boys made a decision. With glances cast at each other, then Jack and Kim (who were still at it), they assumed Jerry's mindset, shrugging and joining the Mexican teen for a break they hoped included something fried.
As they were leaving the dojo, Milton mused, "Rudy's in for a surprise when he gets back from the paint store.
"Yeah," Jerry affirmed, "Let's just hope the pent-up sexual tension doesn't explode between Jack and Kim before he comes back, if you know what I mean..." With a wink from Jerry, the teens quickly knew exactly what he meant, and it made Eddie and Milton shudder. They were only fifteen, for god's sake!
"That was not a mental image I wanted, Jerry." Eddie said, mortified. Jerry simply shrugged.
"So, Circus Burger?" Milton asked after a moment's pause.
"Yeah"
"Let's do it, yo."
It took thirty minutes for Jack and Kim to stop their paint fight. It took thirty more for them to notice the boys were gone. Their sexual tension didn't 'explode' in the fashion Jerry had unfortunately suggested, but there may or may not have been a kiss between the two... But that, sadly, must remain a secret between Jack, Kim, and a slightly mortified Rudy.
Viola! The end! I'm really enjoying these little ficlets! I don't feel pressured to make them a certain length or anything, they're just a really good release of creative energy! Anyway, I hope you guys liked it as much as I did! The ending was kinda really weak, but I liked the way the rest of it turned out.
Please review! It literally makes my day!
Best wishes,
x Em