Okay, I would make this longer, but I have a debate coming up so I'm just gonna say that amandaxoxo and nclhdrs1717 were the winners. :) I loved reading all of your comments though. Please keep commenting! They make me wanna keep writing to please all my wonderful reviewers! ;D
kaedc-Hahaha you don't have to be dirty to write smut. You just have to have a naughty mind. I've come pretty close to smut before, and lookie here! I'm not too dirty, am I? :)
nclhdrs1717-Already PM'ed you when you won, but I have to respond to my lovely reviews. :) No one every explained sports to me! I never knew what was happening and felt neglected.. :( yeah, wooo Ravens! I fully support them now. :D I actually live near Maryland (not telling y'all too much) so yeah, WE ROCK! Gun control? Psh. I did a debate on gun control in seventh grade and it was seriously fucked up and complicated. Jack doesn't need gone control-he's a fully loaded shotgun 100% of the time. :P LOVE, MEMEMEMEME!
chey1235-You were the first to figure out that Shiloh was really Lea! Honorable mention just for that. :D HONORABLE MENTION GOES TO CHEY1235 EVERYONE! Who doesn't have a lot of favorite moments? I cannot wait for Season 3. I literally had a dream last night that I was watching all the Kickin it Season 2 episodes with the cast and I actually started crying because missed it so much...I woke up with a wet pillow. T_T
Bobz1212-Happy to have a new reviewer! :) Will do!
ilovesports1999-I'm guessing you live close or in NY, then? I'm happy I'm doing justice to such an amazing city. :) I love visiting NYC every summer with my cousins, so its an honor to be credited for portraying it right. Romance is danger! Lol. :3
amandaxoxo-BTW I hope I did a good job with your character. It was kind of hard, but I think I did her justice. Sorry this is so short, btw. It's just...GAH I feel like I've answered you already! I hope you enjoy it. :)
BringingTheFun-Thanks for being my 60th reviewer! It's truly an honor. :D
Amy loves you-I love you to, lol. ;) I have a dedicated reader who's declared her dedicatedness?! Okay, I freaking love you.
Disney Lover 1-Of course! I love to make you guys happy. ;)
Lotsafanfic101-Thank you so much for reviewing! It's nice to see a few new usernames. ;)
As always, Good Night, Good Luck, and enjoy!
Love,
Lil
BTW Any thoughts on who I should spend more writing on tomorrow? Kick, Jika, or Jilton? :) Leave responses in the comment section!
Kim might be a serious overachiever, but she was only human.
Her hands had the slightest bit of shake to them as they unlocked the relatively ornate stained glass front door of her apartment, strands of straightened blonde hair falling over her shoulders with the motion. The black headband holding back the wee-bit-more-than-shoulder-length waterfall stood its ground against the golden onslaught, matching the black blousy button down Kim was wearing and her worn grey blue boot cut jeans. Tired feet were shod in cherry red flats, make up soft, sweet, and simple as Kim wearily opened the front door.
A barking, salivating Sunny was the first to reach her, pouncing on Kim as she placed her khaki bag on the ground, closely followed by a lazier Sarge and possibly even more hyperactive Joey, newly recovered from surgery. "Hey darlings," Kim murmured to them, closing her eyes and getting lost in the tangle of furry bodies. "Did you miss me?" All three pooches responded that they did in their own doggy way and Kim chuckled, finally standing up as all but Joey left to do their own doggy business.
Ruffling the short hair on Joey's dark head one last time, Kim stood up, hazel eyes searching and confused-
Where was Jack?
She had gotten used to having him around these last two months, used to him clanging around in her kitchen, cooking gourmet meals when Kim would've just nuked a pizza in the microwave. She'd gotten used to him kissing her good morning and kissing her hello when she got back from work. She'd gotten used to snuggling into his side at two o'clock at night, to watching football games and actually enjoying it because of his own excitement. She'd gotten used to running her fingers through his hair with his head on her lap, reading on her Kindle as he puzzled out his next karate routine. She'd gotten used to finding places to hide from him, squealing when he finally caught her and making him beg for mercy when she tickled his feet, big as they were. She'd gotten used to looking up at random times of the day to see him wandering around the condo with a confused, sleepy look on his face in only his boxers, and the times when he forgot the boxers too. She'd gotten used to waking up at random points in the night because he occasionally sleep talked and he told her some of his deepest secrets without him knowing.
Jack had become a permanent staple in Kim's house and she liked it that way-
So why hadn't he greeted her at the door with a teasing kiss like he always did?
The sound of a guitar being picked answered that question for her, and smiling softly despite her fatigue she padded over to the master bedroom, leaning on the inside of the door at the sight before her.
The brunette Brewer heir was perched on the edge of the plush white comforter, the brown silk sheets in a messy sort of nest around him and the pure black guitar. A white and red shirt, similar to the one that Zac Efron wore in High School Musical (she thinks. It's been a while since she'd seen it) and low slung grey sweatpants clad her handsome bed partner and his lean, pleasuring fingers drew themselves across the guitar like a lover on his love's skin. A beautiful, soft melody was spun out by his swiftly moving fingers, both the left and the right, and he was singing softly under his breath in time with the music.
"And your heart's against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck. I'm fallin' for your eyes, but they don't me yet. With this feeling I'll forget, I'm in love, now. Kiss me, like you wanna be loved. You wanna be loved. You wanna be, loved. This, feels, like fallin' in love. Fallin' in love. Fallin', in-"
"Hey Jackass," Kim said softly, making Jack start, chuckle and run a hand through his hair.
"Beautiful, did you hear that?" He answered sheepishly, glancing up at her from under his lashes in a way that made her melt every time.
The blonde shrugged. "Just the cords. It's a really pretty tune. Did you write it?"
Jack chuckled again, looking everywhere but her in embarrassment. "Naw."
"Would you play some of it for me?" Kim had a tender smile on her face as she said it, pushing off the door frame and kissing Jack's forehead on the way to the bathroom. "I have to take a shower, and it would be nice to hear." She smirked. "I could kick your ass instead, if you want."
"Hey! I have a very attractive ass I'd want you to know," Jack defended with an indignant look on his face, causing Kim to laugh as she undressed in the bathroom. The brunette, being the twenty something year old he was, leaned forward slightly to watch Kim, silently envying the bathroom mirror for its undoubtedly great view.
"Stop staring at me, Jack!"
"Why not? It's not like I haven't seen it before!"
"So? You don't need to refresh your memory every time I get dirty!"
"Oh, but I usually don't have to."
A pair of cherry red shoes came flying out of the bathroom, hitting smack dab in the middle of Jack's guitar, making a twanging sound.
"Hey! This guitars expensive!"
"Yeah? Well so is sex tonight!"
"But I'm poor!"
"Suck it up!"
"But you usually do that for me-"
"Jaaaaaack!" Kim finally came out the bathroom, propping her hands on her hips in indignation. "Will you stop it with the perverted jokes?"
Her boyfriends sighed, normally brooding eyes dilated and mysterious as they roamed her body. "I had a bad day today."
"Take it out on the guitar!" Kim giggled, spinning on her heel and stomping back to the shower.
Jack shrugged. "You had a bad day, you taking one down, you sing a bad song just to turn it around-"
"JACKSON MICHAEL BREWER!"
"Sorry." Jack smirked, and for a second Kim regretted coming out of the bathroom with no clothes on. Eh, whatever. He'd seen it all ebfore anyhow.
Even as Kim dropped the towel and stepped into the already steamy shower, she kept the smile on her face. Yep, some things were just too good to be true. So what if Jack was a little pervy sometimes and was obsessed with protecting her-he was Jack. Her Jack. No one elses.
And to Kim, that seemed pretty damn good.
Jerry
"Jerry, do you see them? Is it two yet?"
Sighing, the Spaniard who'd had his world shaken ran a hand through his spiked dark hair, black eyes weary and confused. He wasn't really sure how Kim talked him into going with her to the airport to pick up her out of town girlfriend-and-friends, when he could've been doing much better things with his time…
And before you ask-yes, it did include going to The Big Apple.
What? He's a guy! And he still loves her, even though…yeah. That.
Clad in a simple white v-neck, lime green hoodie, jeans and supra's Jerry would rather be anywhere but at the JFK International Airport, but Kim and Jack's combined puppy dog eyes had worn down his already weakened resistance. He suppose he should be giving the pacing blonde something to really worry about, but he'd already given her coffee. Hey, job half done right?
"Kim, mamacita, it's gonna be fine okay? I'm sure, um, that…"
Kim glared at him, light blue polka dot long sleeved shirt and skinny jeans turning on the full power of the braided curly blonde's dismay.
"Shiloh."
"Yeah. I'm sure that Shiloh and her buddies will be here soon! I mean, it's not like the plane crashed. Or was abducted by terrorists. Or caught on fire. Or was mysteriously captured by aliens-"
"JERRY! Not helping."
"Sorry, yo." Jerry sighed and folded his arms across his chest again. This could be a long wait.
As if God had heard his desperate plea, three girls rounded the bend of one of the many columns, the tallest of which Kim seemed to recognize.
"SHI!" she squealed, running to her as the brunette she was running to yelled "Kimmy!" and of course, they hugged.
Ew. Girl germs.
Despite his currently taken-until-further-notice status, Jerry was a guy, so he did take the time to check out all three of the girls.
The tallest one, Shiloh he assumed, was about five six with cinnamon peach skin and sparkling green-brown eyes. Her hair was long, chocolate, and curling, the part from the nape of her neck to the tips on her waist dyed an auburn color that faded to pale red at the end. A side bang on her left eye was pulled back with a pretty swag pair of aviator glasses. She was willowy, with enough chest to be proud about and a nice ass, if Jerry was telling the truth. A blue and white blousy button down was on her top half, paired with skinny jeans and Hello Kitty Vans-
Wait a second. Hello Kitty?
Shaking his head slightly to remove the disturbing images of one of his many siblings torturing his with a white, cat shaped plush toy, Jerry focused on the first of the other girls, around five four with thick dark hair almost the same color of Jerry's own, the same length as Kim's. Her eyes were as blue as the sea sky, a backwards Spider-Man cap on her head and a hanging navy, pale blue, and white striped tank top with longish basketball shorts. Her skin color suggested a vaguely Argentinean heritage by the level of tan, but the way she stood and way she greeted Kim told Jerry a few things-one, she'd been to Las Vegas, or somewhere with a lot of bars. She held her suitcase key like a martini glass for heavens sake. Two, she had a quick mind, because those brilliant eyes of hers took in the entire airport, him in Kim included, with a sharp air that denoted education. She was no dummy. And three, she was a tomboy, through and through. Hello, she wasn't even checking Jerry out…woah, wait. She was. Just…subtler than most.
Presented with evidence that he really did still have it, Jerry gave himself a mental pat on the back and resolved that he would probably like this girl.
The last girl accompanying Kim's Marylander friend was the complete opposite of the tomboy. Her hair was beach blonde and wavy, short, but long enough to put in a teeny ponytail at the top of her head. Her skin was the kind of tan one earned from working on a farm every summer and her eyes a rare sort of clear amber that Jerry appreciated for half a second, thinking about how those eyes would look when he swept her in his arms and-
FOCUS, MARTINEZ. FOCUS!
Anyway. She chewed gum like she owned the world, but the ripply cotton sundress she was wearing softened the entire deal. Drawstring straps and layered white fabric hid was Jerry was positive was a slim frame, but her face was rosy with barely concealed Southern happiness.
What? Her suitcase was dripping with little hangy-things that practically screamed I'M FROM NASHVILLE TENNESSEE AND I WAS BROUGHT UP ON COUNTRY MUSIC. Jerry wasn't really a mind reader, but the sticker across the back that had I'M FROM NASHVILLE TENNESSEE AND I WAS BROUGHT UP ON COUNTRY MUSIC kind of tipped him off.
As the entire party drew nearer to him, Jerry stood up a little straighter. Mika used to kill him when he acted like a slouch in front of new people. She used to say that…oh gods. He thought about her again.
Before Jerry's slightly optimistic mood could truly wilt, the females reached him and Kim gave out some hurried introductions.
"Girls, this is Jerry!"
"'Sup," The short brunette greeted, a slight smirk on her face."I'm Natalia, but feel free to call me Nat…dude is that a lime green hoodie? No, man. Not after Labor Day."
The stricken look on Jerry's face-oh gods what have I done she already hates me Mika is gonna kill him-faded and turned into good humor when the girl laughed at him.
"Just kidding." She chuckled, reaching out a hand. "Nice to meet you Jerry."
"Uh…" Jerry scratched the back of his neck, visibly confused. "Nice to meet you too?"
"I'm Dusty," the blonde offered, trying to ward off the awkwardness that Nat had just drawn upon the little group. "I like you, but stare at my boobs again and I'll rip you a new one."
Jerry gave Kim a horrified glance. Did she want him here on PURPOSE just so they could kill him? He hadn't had this bad of a reception with girls since that time in 9th grade when he'd accidentally spiked his own punch and threw up all over Donna Tobin and her crew-after she and Jack had gotten together.
"Jerry." Still scared for his life, Jerry whipped his eyes to the first one he'd scene, a mischievous smile on her face. "Snap out it, man. I'll protect you."
Jerry let out a sigh and rubbed his face in defeat. "Thank you. I was kind of scared there."
"I'm Shi." Kim's best friend from another state returned, smacking him on the back in companionship and throwing an arm around his shoulder."I'm the not homicidal one. That is only if…"All four girls laughed when Jerry just whimpered ran from Shiloh, hiding behind the only female in the group that hadn't threatened to kill him within five minutes of meeting him-oh wait. Kim had almost ended his life when he hit on her when Jack was dying…whatever. Kim was his best bet.
"Dude. I'm joking with you. I've decided you're someone worth being friends with, so you're safe."
"I'm not going to survive the ride back with you guys." Jerry sighed at last, forced to carry that shouldn't-these-suitcases-be-lighter-damn-they're-only-gonna-be-here-for-a-weekend bags while the girls chatted it up behind him. "I need to call Jack. Maybe he can save me."
Kim
First things first, Shi was here. And when Shi was here, the world wasn't doomed. It was just on a set timer to doom so I didn't have to worry as much. Shiloh Lilith Michaels was about as crazy as she could be, but she had a good head on her shoulder. I trusted her, and I know what she could do. Jerry and Mika would and could be fixed…as long as I kept her away from the alcohol.
"Kimberly Anne Crawford. You live here?" Shi's mouth was open with astonishment as we went up the glass elevator, struck silent for the first time since meeting Jerry at the sight of my huge condominium.
"It looks like a place where money goes to die," Nat remarked, telling whatever she thought as usual. "I mean seriously. How much did this apartment cost?"
"You don't wanna know." I told them, struggling with the abandoned suitcases"Okay, this is level 12-right underneath Jack and I's. Nat and Dusty, this is your stop."
Dusty shrugged, taking her suitcase from me with a flick of her blonde head. "Thank the Lord. So Nat and I are gonna see y'all tomorrow?" she asked in her southern drawl, twirling the edge of her dress with a vacant finger, I nodded, sighing relief when Nat took her heavier bag from me. "Yep. You and Nat are going sightseeing with Milton and Julie while Shi talks out the problems with Jerry and Mika, and then we're all going out to dinner later. How does that sound?"
"Pretty damn good." Nat laughed, and the friends disembarked the elevator, leaving Shiloh and me alone.
"Are you absolutely positive Jack will like me?" Shi was worried, biting her lip and tapping her fingers on her side to the beat of some tune I didn't know, iPod earphones hanging out the pocket of her pants and her blazing red hair was a rioting, curling mass down her back as usual. Her brown green eyes rested on mine with a troubled glance, her only available hand clutching the handle of her suitcase like her life depended on it. "It would be really bad if he didn't. I mean, I'd still whup his ass, I'm just sayin', if its a nice one I don't particularly want to waste it."
I chuckled as the elevator opened once more onto our floor, leading the way to Jack and I's condo. Shiloh had a fear of meeting new people, even though she tried to hide it with a big personality and rambunctious tendencies, but by now I could read her like a book. She wanted Jack to like her because I liked him, and after meeting Frank last summer she was hoping that Jack wasn't a complete screw up like my supposed fiance.
"Jack's a complete doll, Shi. You'll like him, and he'll like you-I'm sure of it." I assured her, unlocking the front door and preparing for the onrush that were my babies.
Shi dropped to the floor with me and cooed over them as they went ballistic for seeing her again, but I could tell by the way she hugged Sunny that she was still worried.
"Ja-ack!" I called into the condo, smiling when I saw my brunette lover round the corner from the kitchen, a happy grin on his face that dropped the second he caught sight of me. "We've got company."
Jack had on a nice, v-neck white long sleeved shirt and jeans, a dirty rag in hands that I'm guessing was a byproduct of the delicious smell coming from the kitchen. I went up to him and threw my arms around his lithe waist, breathing in his musky smell and burying my face in his shirt.
What? I missed him!
His arms came around me as usual, but instead of being loving and strong, they were vicelike, crushing me to his chest, trying to pull me inside of him. Jack's face had gone pale, all the blood rushing out of it.
"Jack," I gasped. "Whats-" Twisting my head around as much as I could, my eyes widened at the sight of Shi.
My bestest friend in the whole wide world had a stricken look on her face, green-brown eyes tearing up, as white as Jack's, her hands trembling, totally ignoring the dogs at her feet, her head slowly shaking, getting faster and faster.
"No." she whispered. "No, no, no, no!"
"Lea." my heart shuttered at Jack's voice, the wry easiness, the tenderness, the warmth and friendship gone as he stared at Shiloh. "Lea, what the hell are you doing here, and why the hell are you fucking alive."
Wait. Wait. Hold the phone.
Lea?
Jack's sister?
Oh. Shit.