Kimberly Anne Crawford was now officially a mess. Make that a hot mess. Firstly, she had to spend three hours with Jack the other day- oh, and don't even mention the almost kiss. Secondly, she hadn't been to dance practice since Monday. And thirdly, she didn't even talk to Grace and Claire all morning. The summary of her whole day led up to her standing in front of Jack's house on the following Wednesday after school. She knocked on the dark green wooden door, stepping back in case the door whiplashed her. When the door swung open, she expected an adult or maybe even Jack, but she was greeted by a little girl. She had her long brunette hair in two pigtails and chocolate brown eyes like Jack's. She wore a purple long sleeved shirt with a dark wash denim vest over it. She was looked like she could be eight years old.
"Jack, there's some pretty girl at the door!" She yelled, not taking an eye off of Kim. They heard Jack mumble something, so the girl took this as the time to let her in.
"The only reason I'm letting you in is because you're pretty." Kim felt herself blush at the comment, tucking her lips in to keep herself from smiling. Kim sat over at the familiar couch that she had sat in about two years ago. The suede plush underneath her made her feel like home, even though she wasn't.
"I'm Amy,"(AN: Y'all remember Leo Little's Big Show? Well, let's pretend like G Hannelius is Jack's little sister in the story.) She said, sitting down next to her and extended out her hand.
"I'm Kim." Kim extended her hand out and shook it with Amy's. Kim sat silently in patience, but Amy on the other hand was bouncing her leg up and down, looking as if she was about to explode.
"Jack! Get your ass down here already!" Amy yelled, balling her fist up so tight that you could see her knuckles turning a shade of white and yellow. She then took a deep breath and sighed.
"Sorry, anger issues." Amy then nodded awkwardly and scratched her scalp, not really knowing what to say.
"How old are you again?" Kim asked, turning her full attention towards her.
"I'm ten," She responded, leaving Kim staring at her in disbelief. She sure does have a lot of hate for a little body like hers.
"Now what did you say about some pretty—" Jack stopped midway in his sentence, noticing Amy and Kim on the couch together. Jack walked over to the couch, lifting Amy up and carrying her up the stairs easily. She didn't really put of a fight until she remembered something.
"Oh, and don't forget; mom said no hanky-panky on the couch!" Jo lifted her index finger as if a light bulb had went off in her head while being shooed away by Jack.
"Yeah, yeah, go play with your dolls or something." Jack pushed her down the hall as soon as they made it up to the balcony, letting Kim get a clear view of the two arguing and bickering. Amy stomped into her room and slammed the door shut. Jack laughed it off and dusted his hands off dramatically before heading back down the stairs.
"Sorry, about that. She's a bit of a showoff." Jack apologized, explaining her dramatic behavior.
"I didn't know you had a little sister." Kim said truthfully. Back in the 6th grade, Jack was the only child, so this was the first time seeing Amy.
"Oh, Amy's my stepsister. My parents got divorced, so my dad remarried and she apparently had a nine year old devil with her. They've been here for about a year now." Jack explained, taking a seat next to Kim. She tried to come up with the rights word to say.
"Well. That's cool."
Cue the crickets chirpping.
"Look, Jack. I'm not here to talk about families and little sisters, so I'm just going to go ahead and say it. Yesterday, you saw something that you weren't supposed to see. And something that I didn't want almost happened." Jack tried to process Kim's words, leaving a genuinely confused expression on his face.
"Wait, I mean," She scratched her forehead as she licked her lips nervously, arching her eyebrows as she became confused by her own words. "I mean, can you just please forget what happened yesterday in detention? As much as I wanted to kiss you, I think it's best if we just tried to forget about it. I mean, I can't deal with myself everyday knowing that my ex-best friend had tried to kiss me!"
"What are you talking about? You're the one who came on to me first! You were practically asking for it." Kim scoffed and rolled her eyes in disbelief.
"Oh, so now you're saying that I tried to rape you?" The two were now up to their feet.
"What? No!"
"You are so unbelievable, Jack. I'm out!" Kim threw her hands up in defense, heading over to the front door. She slammed it behind her, but then felt like she was being rude. So she quickly reopened it and closed it slightly.
"What just happened?" Jack asked himself, remaining in his spot while pointing at the door.
"The only nice girl that comes into this house just stormed out in the middle of an argument. Nice going, Jack." Amy was leaning on the balcony, watching the whole scene unfold in front of her. Jack didn't know how much she had heard, and he really didn't care. Jack was stuck in his position, still pointing at the door with his index finger, leaving his mouth wide open.
"Close your mouth, loser. You'll attract flies." She scoffed before heading off to her bedroom, leaving Jack confused and clueless about what just happened.
What have I gotten myself into now?