disclaimer- i don't own kickin' it. wish i did. but alas. i also don't own anything with a * by it.

JACK'S POV-

I swerved and glided my way through Seaford on my skateboard, jamming out to whatever my music shuffle decided to play. It was a nice day, sunny but a little bit cold too. I turned on to Shell Street and stopped myself when I reached the skate park. A group of my friends were already there, and they called out to me in a chorus of 'hey's' and 'whattup's'. I lifted my hand in greeting and jogged over to Jerry.

"You're late, bro." Jerry said, crossing his arms over his chest and giving me a glare that reminded me of a look that my Aunt Sheila used to give me. I gave Jerry a big stupid smile and he just rolled his eyes, grabbed his camera and told me to 'get moving.' Jerry likes to take pictures of the city and shit like that, and I always go with him because he tells me all the time that he 'sees interesting things wherever I go.' Me and Jerry have known each other since we were ten, we did karate together, skated together, slept over at each other's houses when one of our families were going crazy. He's like my brother.

As we walked down Main Street, we talked about little things, like girls or family or boring shit like that. He asked me if I was ready for our gig tonight, and just as I was about to answer, my voice was interrupted by an annoyed, high pitched fake cough.

"Jackie." A terribly nasal voice echoed into my ears. I hate that name, I thought to myself. Jerry and I turned around and faced Samantha.

"Yes?" I asked her, dreading every moment of this conversation as it was about to happen. Samantha is not my girlfriend- she likes to think she is. Her dad and my uncle go way back, and I had known Samantha since I was a kid. Ever since her dad helped us out with the new apartment, Samantha has felt like I owe her or some crap like that. Her dad's really cool, it's his daughter that's a psycho.

"I just thought you should know that we're going on a date tonight. You're going to take me somewhere classy. Because we're dating." She stated, inspecting her nails and juggling shopping bags on each arm. Jerry rolled his eyes.

"Actually, Samantha, I have a gig tonight. So no. We will not go on a date. Because I don't want to go on a date with you. And we are not dating." I retorted.

"A gig? Tonight? EEEE! See you then Jackie!" She trilled in that horrible voice. She hugged me in that weird awkward hug stance she always does and then teetered away on her ridiculously high heels.

"See you then Jackie! EEE! God, why do you put up with that?" Jerry shot at me as we began walking again.

"I can't just tell her to buzz off, she'll go insane." I answered. My life is bad right now. Not bad really. I'm just bored. I want to leave. Skate on the Great Wall of China. That kinda stuff. We walked in silence for some time, Jerry took photos while I admired the tall buildings surrounding us and the sweet, salty smell that was emerging from the ocean. Summers in Seaford came quickly. It was kind of like 5 weeks of summer, then an immediate transition into fall. It would be getting cold soon. I focused on the sound of Jerry's shutter going off until he said,

"Okay, I think I got everything for this week. See you tonight bro." We fistbumped and he headed off in the opposite direction.

The hours between Jerry and I saying goodbye to Jerry and I meeting up at The Tractor were a blur. I think I slept most of them, ate stuff, wandered around. I do that a lot, do stuff without even realizing what i'm doing. My mind drifts away often, leaving me to think about my parents and my aunt who's health is going down the drain and probably doesn't have much time left. I blinked tears away from my eyes before they could fall. I like to focus on the positive. And right now I have a show to play. I walked into the venue and saw Jerry and our drummer, Chris, already setting up. Chris dyed his hair lime green along time ago, making Jerry and I wince every time we see it. But he's a good drummer, and that's really all that matters. The crowd started to line in, We played a pretty good show, if I do say so myself. Midway into our last song, I looked up to see the door open and a pretty blonde girl walk in. I almost choked, it was the girl from the elevator! I analyzed her gorgeous face. She seemed to be studying Jerry and Chris, and then her eyes flipped to me. Her brown eyes grew wide, and I stared back but we never quite made eye contact. I think she recognized me too though. God, why does she have to be so flawless? I have to meet her. Just then, the song ended. I called out into the microphone,

"Hey everyone! Thanks for coming out tonight to see us! We're Induced, and we'll be playing here next Wednesday, same time!"

I started packing things up as the crowd cheered and started to leave. My band and I have a history of packing our gear up in record time, so we were done before we knew it. I hopped off the stage and ran to the front, trying to spot this beautiful stranger. I caught sight of the top of a blonde head rummaging through her handbag. I walked over to her and stood in front of her for about five seconds before I reached out and touched her shoulder to bring myself to her attention. She jumped, startled, and I couldn't help but laugh at the scared, yet adorable expression on her face. She smiled back at me, and I took that as an invitation to start the conversation.

"Hey, I'm Jack. Sorry to scare you, I saw you while I was playing and I was pretty sure I saw you this morning." I listened to my voice and internally rolled my eyes at the awkward sounds I made.

"Yeah, that was me. I recognized you too.. Oh, I'm Kim, by the way." Kim gave me the cutest smile and I noticed she had a slight dimple in one of her cheeks. Then I noticed that she was holding out her hand. I shook it. Her hands were small and warm. Jesus, I thought to myself, This girl is something else.

"Are you new to the building?" She asked me.

"Yeah, I just moved in with my-" My voice was stopped by a horrible squeal of delight. How many freaking times is my voice going to get cut off today?! I turned to see Samantha glaring at Kim. Oh no, not the jealousy thing..

"Jackie, who is this?" Her nasal voice bounced off the walls of the room.

"This is Kim. I met her this morning." I glanced back at Kim. "This is Samantha. A... friend."

"I'm your GIRLFRIEND." Samantha squawked. She then turned to Kim. "Keep your man hands off my boyfriend, got it, blondie?" Kim just stared at her like "Are you kidding me..?" I had had enough. Samantha was a huge bitch and she didn't even know Kim. Before I could say anything, Samantha gripped my wrist and pulled me away from Kim. I waved a goodbye to Kim, feeling a pained expression come over my face. Samantha pulled me into a dark corner and put her hands on my chest.

"Now, we can finally be alone." Samantha whispered to me, leaning up to kiss me. I grabbed her hands off me and pulled away from her.

"What you did back there was not cool. Now listen to me Samantha. We were never dating, and we never will date. I want you to leave me alone. Like seriously. Leave. Me. Alone." I cried angrily back at her. Samantha's stunned face quickly turned into a look of outrage. She stomped her foot and pushed me out of the way.

"I hate you, Jack Brewer!" She wailed, storming out of the door.

Call me a bad person, but it was like an entire weight was lifted from my shoulders. She wouldn't be bothering me anymore. Bless my soul. I went back to meet the guys and get home to Aunt Sheila, but all I could think about was how Kim's smile warmed me down to the core, or how her hand fit in mine perfectly. I needed her in my life. And that was final.

authors note-

i'm thinking about using saturday as an update day too. so look for chapters on monday/wednesday/saturday. also i messed it up cause i thought sunday was monday so i accidentally posted the last chapter on sunday. oh well! it's also my 15th birthday tomorrow :)))) yay. please comment/review! thanks! xoxox maia