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Sorry about not updated sooner but I've been super busy . I also had to ditch my first draft of this cuz it felt too forced and fake.

This chapter is done in just Kim's POV, and a lot of the chapters will be like that. This is mostly because it's more believable when I write the story through her eyes.

Love,

Gracie 3

Disclaimer: Ha, in my dreams! Never have, and never will own Kickin' it :(

"Rise and shine!" Rudy yelled. I rubbed my eyes, my vision clearing to show Rudy raising his eyebrows at me. For a moment I was puzzled, until I realized what he was silently wondering.

"No no no. It's not what it looks like! See, I couldn't sleep, and then I went to the balcony and the stars and I um…yeaa." I spilled, feeling as awkward as I possibly could.

"Whatever. Just get dressed for the wedding! We're leaving in an hour." Said Rudy.

I hopped out of bed, grabbed my dress and headed into the bathroom. Once inside, I slammed the door shut and made sure to lock the door. I took a shower and then blow-dried and curled my hair. After my hair was done, I slipped on my dress. It was a deep purple, with a band at my rib cage. Then, I added some mascara, eye shadow, lip gloss and blush. I knocked on the door before I left, following my own rules, and exited the bathroom.

"Wow." A staring Jack greeted me upon my exit.

"What? Do I look okay?" I asked, subconsciously fixing my dress.

"No you look…great." Said Jack. I felt my face blush slightly, but hopefully my make-up hid it. No such luck.

"You don't look half bad yourself." I said, giggling slightly. Jack was wearing black pants, a blue striped dress shirt and a black blazer. His tie hung around his neck, undone.

"Here." I said, moving towards him. I took the tie in my hands and knotted it for him. When I finished, I looked into his eyes, and was pulled into a game of tug-o-war. One side was me, fighting to get away from his eyes. The opposing side was Jack's eyes. And right now, the latter seemed to be winning.

"You may now kiss the bride." Said the preacher.

A roar of applause. Celebration. I fall into a daydream of what my wedding might be like someday, imagining the happiness and excitement. This was the first time I'd ever been to a wedding and I found it truly magical.

As everyone got up and followed the crowd to the reception tent, I bumped into someone; the bride.

"I'm so sorry!" I said. Leave it to me to bump into someone eon their wedding day.

"It's alright, honey. Hello Rudy!" said Bertha, pulling a frowning Rudy into a hug.

"Hello Aunt Bertha." Rudy seemed very unenthusiastic. On the plane ride here, her described her as a "terrifying, rabid hyena ready to pounce on her prey." Hopefully, this was being exaggerated.

Bertha was 78 years old, her face rough with peaks and valleys of age. Her wedding dress was a simple white frock embellished with lace and frills, showing her traditional taste. I found it strange but sweet that Bertha could still find love at such an old age. Her new husband George, of 75 years old, stood next to her, quiet yet happy. He fashioned a bright and warming smile on his aged face.

Bertha turned to Jack and me.

"Young love! Quite the opposite of George and myself. It's been a long time since my teenage years!" Said Bertha, laughing to herself. I was a little taken aback by her comment about Jack and I.

"Oh no we're not-" stammered Jack.

"Whatever you say." Said Bertha with a wink. I sighed, slightly frustrated. Little did I know that the night would only get worse.

It happened so quickly. I knew it was an accident, but did everyone else? I stared in shock at Bertha, wedding cake covering my entire body. I didn't mean to trip her and I don't think she meant to push me into the cake. She was probably just grabbing onto the nearest thing. The rage in her grey, baggy eyes told me that she was not happy about her ruined cake.

The whole reception tent was silent. Hundreds of eyes were fixed on me, Kim the Cake-Covered, Cupcake-Killing Queen. They all hated me right now. I hated me right now. I felt tars begin to fill my eyes as I stammered out two simple words, "I-I'm sorry." The words came out as a croaking whisper as I turned around and sprinted out of the tent.

When I got outside, I took of my heels and ran, simultaneously wiping as much cake from my face and neck as I could. I ran into the field of corn, my feet banging against the ground. Somewhere during my escape, I dropped one of my heels, but I didn't care. I kept sprinting, thinking that if I ran hard enough, I would wake up from this humiliating and cruel nightmare. No such release came. Eventually I stopped at a clearing, sinking to the ground. My body heaved in tearful sobs, as I cried warm, black, mascara-filled tears.

As I got a hold of myself, I felt the presence of another. The dark figure slowly came closer, the moonlight revealing his identity. Jack sat next to me, a silver heel in his right hand, matching the one in my left.

"You okay?" Jack inquired. As if my dramatic exit didn't answer that one.

"Yeah." I lied. He wiped a tear from my cheek.

"Everyone's already leaving. You ready to go back yet?" Jack asked softly.

"I guess." I said. As I stood up, I put my heel on my right foot. Before I could say or do anything, Jack was on his knee, putting my metallic shoe onto my left foot. I felt like a real life Cinderella. Jack stood up.

"C'mon, Princess." He said, holding his hand out. I took it, the touch sending tingles up my arm. We walked back, hand in hand to Rudy and the gang.

As we held each other's hands, I felt warm and safe. I felt like no one could tear us apart.

And I know what you're thinking, but you're wrong! I don't like Jack.

I think…

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Gracie 3