* A/N *
Hey! It's Alpha again with my 'Kickin' It' FanFic. Like before there's a longer A/N at the bottom of the story so please R&R
It's HERE! It's finally HERE! Here is chapter 9 of Vandals Anonymous! SQUEEEEE! Well, this is more of a part 1 than anything else. I was a little over 7000 words when I decided that this chapter was going to be WAY too long if I decided to post it all in one sitting. It would be 10 000 words plus so I split it in half so it's about 5000 plus without the A/N. So, due to the split, the mentioned cliffies aren't present and Kim's phone type isn't present. It will be said in the second part. I'll post the second part ASAP. Hope you guys don't mind...
Anyway, DISCLAIMER, DISCLAIMER! I do not (read: do NOT) own Disney XD's Kickin' It
* KIMBERLY CRAWFORD *
"Wait a minute..." Jack looked at me, his eyes slowly widening, "If there's no surveillance cameras in here then that means..."
Realization hit me and I suddenly wished it hadn't. "That someone is just outside your window..." I breathed.
We both turned our heads to look at the window, the one on the right of Jack's balcony which exposed the two of us to the outside world.
Exposed us to the vandal.
I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate, but I forced myself to calm down. Having a panic attack wasn't going to help either of us or my severe migraine.
My realization had plunged us into an indefinite silence. It was the kind that hung thick and heavy in the air like an old musty curtain. I wasn't sure what Jack was thinking, but I had an uncanny feeling that he was thinking the exact same thing that I was. I was wondering who was outside the window. It was an honest and simple question which could easily change the whole "vandals" case depending on whether or not someone was actually outside and who was out there if there was.
Personally, I believed that the person outside was Justin since his innocence had become increasingly questionable these last two days. The whole "Suspicious Dufflebag" thing from yesterday and the whole "Run-Run-Runaway-Runaway Baby" thing from today had Justin skyrocket to the top of the suspect list alongside Rue and Ricky with Truman going down on the list due to his rather sincere denial.
Jack and I simultaneously turned to look back at one another and I flinched slightly when I realized just how close to one another we really were. If I'd thought that we'd been really close to one another before when I'd practically been breathing down his neck, then I was wrong. Now, our noses were only an inch or two away from touching and I could smell traces of peppermint on Jack's breath. A sliver of hurt sliced through me when Jack moved away from me, his cheeks (as well as mine) heating up, but I ignored it.
This wasn't the time to confront my feelings or whatever. There were more important things to worry about such as the fact a person was taking photos of us just outside Jack's window. Yet, with this in mind, I couldn't help but to subconsciously wonder if Jack had moved away from me because my breath smelled funny. I barely resisted the urge to do a breath-check.
Jack cleared his throat awkwardly. "So what do you want to do?"
I stopped thinking about my breath and looked down at my phone (whose inbox was blowing up with picture messages), then up at Jack's ginormous bedroom window (which was wide-open with the curtains moving slightly due to a light breeze), before settling my eyes on Jack once again. His dark eyes mirrored mine, reflecting fear among other emotions.
It felt a little strange seeing Jack so, I don't know, scared. I mean, usually he was so cocky and full of it. He was always teasing me about having a crush on him or something but now...
"What do you want to do?" Jack repeated, this time, with a little more certainty.
"What do I want to do?" I asked, making sure that I kept my voice just as low as Jack's. If the vandals were watching us then what were the odds that they were also listening to us? "I think we should, um, check outside to see if, you know, they're really there."
Jack nodded slowly. "Okay...so do you want us to check from up here or...?"
"I think," I said slowly, struggling to gather my thoughts since they kept on fleeing at every painful pang. "I think that we should both go outside and check, but we should split up while doing it."
Jack looked at me, his eyes bright with alarm as he said, "Say what now?"
"I said we should spl—"
"I got that!" Jack snapped, his voice raising an octave. I motioned for him to tone it down and he obliged, leaning in so he could whisper to me. I could feel his breath in my ear and it was making me feel all tingly and ticklish. I bit my lip to prevent myself from giggling as he whispered, "Are you crazy? I'm not kidding. Are you actually insane? Your headache must be seriously affecting your judgement since that is the worst idea you've had yet!"
"Well, what else can we do?" I hissed, frustrated that once again, Jack was insulting my ideas. "If we go together, it will be obvious that we are going to check up on the vandal and the vandal will bolt. We have to separate."
Jack shook his head. "No, we don't. Number one rule of horror movies? Never split up!"
"I know that and I may be new to your rules of "spydom", but isn't one of the rules "do anything to make yourself seem inconspicuous"?" I retorted, "I smell some Hero Complex here. You don't care about the fact that we're splitting up. You're just worried that something will happen to me."
Jack ignored my statement, not even bothering to deny that he really did have a Complex. "We aren't real spies, Kim."
"And we aren't in a horror movie, Jack. Nothing will happen to me. I promise."
Jack was silent for a moment, considering what I'd said, before he slowly nodded his head in agreement. "Fine. You're right. My mom's home and it's light outside. What's the worse they can do in broad daylight?"
I decided not to bring up one of the many Datelines I'd watched.
"But I'm going outside if we really are splitting up. Not you." Jack said firmly, looking down at my phone—which was still being flooded with picture messages—before looking back up at me. "I'll be the hook and you'll be the bait. Wait around the window and try—"
I moved away from Jack and glared at him. "Wow, way to set the feminist movement back about fifty years." I scoffed.
Jack looked confused. "What? You still have the right to vote—that's right, I did pay attention in History."
I rolled my eyes. "Who cares? It didn't prevent you from making the most sexist decision ever! In PE, Jerry learned how to tie his shoes, but he still trips over his own feet!"
"Okay, so what made my decision so sexist?" Jack asked.
"I'm the bait and you're the hook? That, my friend, is sexist and it reeks of your obvious Complex. I don't need you protecting me twenty-four seven and I'm perfectly capable of catching the vandal so why don't you be the bait? Unless you think I'm going to emasculate you or something." I was unable to hide my annoyance with Jack. Why wouldn't the kid just admit he had a problem already? Admittance was the first step to recovery, after all.
Jack rolled his eyes in disbelief. "Kim, I wasn't trying to be sexist when I said that, okay! Like I said not even ten minutes ago, we are best friends and all the best friends I know look out for each other! I don't have a Complex I was just being a friend. I just thought it would be easier for you to stay here because of your headache and, well, you know." Jack motioned towards my knee. "If you don't want stitches then you should be—"
"Hey Superman, calm down!" I snapped. I was beginning to have a hard time keeping my voice low. "Unlike Lois Lane, I can actually last more than two seconds without almost dying! I'm not damaged goods! Anyway, what's with you constantly bringing up the fact we're BFFs? Okay, we're friends, but it always seems like you're hinting—"
"Kim!" Jack hissed my name, "We don't have time for this! If you want to go then fine. Just go before they catch on to what we're doing and bolt. They've been at it for a long time and I have a feeling that they're going to stop soon."
"Fine!" I hissed back, "Don't get your boxers in a twist."
Jack glared at me and said flatly, "You've seen my boxers. They're not in a twist."
I could feel my cheeks heating up at the memory even though I was begging for them to cool down. I was really starting to hate this kid.
I scowled and stood up quickly, too quickly. I winced at the pain that seared up and down the length of my leg. My head pounded even harder and the world swayed crazily like I was on one of those nauseating carnival rides. The type of rides that Jack and I would go on over and over again until we almost threw up our corndogs, all the while ignoring Jerry's "WOOO's", Milton's shrieks, and Eddie's screams.
I almost immediately collapsed back onto Jack's bed, but somehow I remained standing, although I struggled not to keel over at every pang. I wasn't going to give Jack the satisfaction of being right knowing that I should have stayed here and he should have gone.
I closed my eyes for a couple seconds and took a few deep breaths, the Little Blue Engine's slogan flashing through my mind again. When I reopened my eyes, the world had stopped swaying (for the most part) and the pain in my leg had lessened to a much less painful throb. Before Jack could even speak, I raised a hand to shut him up. "Don't say anything."
Jack defied my order. "You should take something with you to defend yourself."
"Sorry dad, but I left my pepper spray at home." I said sarcastically, "There is nothing in here that I can use. I can't smack someone over the head with a skateboard or a MacBook Air. Come on, get real! And don't start on how you should come with me because I don't have a weap—"
"Okay, okay, just go." Jack started shooing me away and I stumbled forward, "We're wasting valuable time here and by now, they're probably gone anyway. If you hurry though, you might see their great escape. It will make this case a lot easier if we knew what kind of bike or whatever the vandal is using."
I turned, shooting Jack a perplexed look. "Wait! What—!?"
SLAM!
I groaned in annoyance. It was too late. Jack had already closed his bedroom door in my face. How kind of him to almost clip my nose. Yay me—cue the sarcasm. I still hadn't received my pain reliever and Jack hadn't even bothered to give me my phone before shoving me out of the room. What if I needed back up or something? How was I supposed to contact him?
Ugh, whatever. I didn't need Jack's help to take down the vandal. I mean, I was a black belt for a reason. Although, I was willing to admit that it was a lot more difficult to take someone down when you were practically limping and half blind thanks to a migraine.
Darn. Now that I'd thought about it, I was damaged goods, wasn't I?
I shook the ever so negative thought out of my mind. Like Donna had said, I was about as unstoppable as Kim Possible and I was a very capable person. No matter how much pain I was in, I could suffer through it. That was how I rolled.
Grace was always complaining about how my pride got in the way of things and she was right. My pride often did get in the way of things, but this time instead of hindering me, it was helping me and I needed all the help I could get.
I put on my "game face" and raced outside, ignoring the pain that shot through my body and the exhaustion that came with it because like Jack said, we really were wasting time.
I tentatively stepped off the patio, the world tilting slightly as my socked feet sunk into the lush grass. It was bright outside and the light was seriously hurting my eyes and head. Like, it actually burned to be out here. Now I knew what it was like to be a vampire and had whole new level of respect for Dracula. The sun really did kill.
Shielding my eyes with my hand and squinting against the light, I quickly moved across the lawn to the other side of the monster mansion where Jack's bedroom window—and hopefully the vandal—was.
Jack and his mom had moved in with his grandfather roughly a year or two ago. The old man had welcomed his youngest daughter and his grandson home with open arms when their money troubles became too much for them (and Ms. Brewer finally shelved her pride and allowed her father to help her out, according to Jack). While most people would have been slightly worried about having a few extra guests around, Old Man Brewer was not. Having been Bobby Wasabi's sensei, he had raked in a whole ton of cash. You could see it not only by the clean way he dressed, but also by the size of his house.
The first time I went over to Jack's house I was shocked mostly because it wasn't a house, but rather a huge, multi-million dollar mansion. It was two levels with an attic big enough to serve as a third floor, a huge basement and several bedrooms and bathrooms. Heck, this place even had a swimming pool and the patio was enormous.
Jack's house was, like, my dream home and I hoped that one day I would be able to afford a house as awesome as this one. Perhaps after I'd won a lawsuit against the vandals once we'd captured them? This was California. You could get over one thousand dollars from suing someone for nicking your car bumper. Well, not exactly, but you understood what I meant.
I slowed as I approached Jack's window, trying not to alert the vandal of my presence, and moved closer to the side mansion. I felt like a total creeper as I crept alongside the outerwall, remembering that time in sixth grade when Grace and I had decided to stalk the guy we both had a crush on, Dean Cheswick. Creeping around his house in all-black attire, Grace and I had both crept up to his bedroom window and had watched him sleep, giggling maniacally as we photographed him...until we got caught of course.
Thinking back, what Grace and I had done was pretty stupid. I mean, it got us grounded for three weeks and Dean thought we were total freaks for the rest of sixth grade. Yet here I was again, creeping around another boy's home, although this time it was for a completely different reason (and not to mention, a completely different time of day). This time I wasn't just doing it for my own personal gain, but for the sake of others as well.
I struggled to keep my nerves in check as Jack's window drew closer. I had no idea what was going to happen when I actually got there. Would the vandal try to escape? Would the vandal attack? Would the vandal even be there? All these thoughts were racing through my mind and they weren't helping me calm down in the slightest. Actually, they were making me antsy with fear and paranoia—a really bad mix of emotions when you were trying not to hyperventilate.
Finally shoving back my mess of emotions, I tilted my head upwards, grimacing at the loud pangs which were echoing through my head, glaring into the intertwined branches of the large tree just outside Jack's window. I was certain that if anywhere, the vandals were hiding in that tree. It would be so much easier to hide incognito in the tree than on Jack's balcony.
I moved away from the mansion and crept closer to the tree, trying to see if the shadow up above really was a person or just some overweight squirrel. It was really hard to see with the sunlight intensifying my headache, each pound blurring my eyesight a little more than the last. Ugh, I needed an Advil now!
I jumped when the leaves rustled. It was abnormally loud as if something big had caused the branches to move as opposed to a small bird or squirrel. I watched as a large amount of leaves cascaded down onto the grass. That was weird. All the fallen leaves seemed healthy and strong, not the type to fall unless it was ripped off the tree.
As I got closer, something else plummeted from the tree. It was a small, white compact object—a folded piece of paper?
My assumption was right. I gingerly picked up the piece of paper, quickly unfolding it as I squinted into the leaves. I still couldn't see anything or anyone up there. I was either dealing with a ninja or a human-sized chameleon because there was no way someone could hide this well in a tree and I wasn't even going to acknowledge the possibility that no one was up there. No way in heck.
I groaned in frustration. If only I could climb into the tree then things would be a little easier, but naturally I couldn't. Well, not with speed no thanks to my knee. Maybe I wasn't as capable as I'd claimed and maybe I should have let Jack do this instead of me. His knees were fine and he wasn't delirious yet so he may have been able to clamber up into the tree to check if the vandal was up there. Whatever.
I peered at down at the tiny note, now groaning in annoyance alongside my initial frustration. The writing was tiny, barely legible, and I had to squint to read it ultimately causing me more pain. I swore the whole "vandals" thing was solely set up to cause me as much pain as possible—and fear. I was pretty sure that the whole thing was also set up to stir up as much fear within me since my hair stood up on end when I read the note: Look behind you...
What the heck was that supposed to m—?
A hand clamped down on my shoulder, tight so I couldn't escape.
Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!
On instinct, I screamed at the top of my lungs (probably alarming the whole neighbourhood). On reflex, I flipped the person. I staggered back from the slumped body in sheer terror. Oh my God, what the heck was going on? I looked up into the trees as the branches moved frantically. It was obvious that whoever was up there was trying to make an escape while I was "distracted".
I wasn't sure of what to do. Currently, I could only go after one person at a time. I couldn't do both, not on my own at least. I prayed that Jack had heard me scream and would magically materialize beside me, but that was just wishful thinking. No matter what Jack thought, he wasn't superman so there was no way he'd be here in time to "save the world" or whatever. Ugh! This was exactly why I needed my phone!
In the end, I chose the fallen soldier since I knew that my chances of capturing the fleeing soldier were low. This person seemed very fast and extremely skilled solely based on their current movements. If my knee hadn't been killing me I probably would have been able to keep up, but unfortunately for me, my knee was killing me and like Jack probably would have said if I hadn't cut him off, if I didn't want stitches then I had to take it easy(ish).
Great. Once again, Jack was right and I was wrong. Yay for me. I should have let Jack chase the vandal while I stayed inside as the "bait" regardless of how sexist his decision sounded.
Grace was right. My pride solely existed to undermine all my potential success.
Forcing back my increasing frustration with being unable to catch the fleeing person, I tentatively walked forward with wary apprehension, ready to fight back if the vandal jumped up at me. I cleared my throat and faked assertiveness as I said, "Who are you?"
The body stirred. "Ugh...Kim?"
My jaw dropped in shock at the all too familiar voice. "Ricky?"
"Hey there," Ricky groaned and rolled over to face me, giving me a small smile. "You seem to toss me around a lot. Is flipping people what you do to friends or...?"
"I only flip people who tick me off or scare the crud out of me!" I quickly helped Ricky onto his feet and brushed him down, removing the stray pieces of grass from his clothes. "Oh my God, Ricky! What are you doing here? How did you find me? And why are you wearing all black? I thought you were a v—" I abruptly stopped speaking and narrowed my eyes at him. I'd almost told Ricky about the vandals. Was that what he'd been trying to do? Try to get me to confirm that I actually was looking for the people who'd vandalised the dojo which potentially included him?
Even if that wasn't his goal, I couldn't directly tell Ricky about the vandals anyway. It was supposed to be a secret—sort of. I couldn't tell my parents, my brother, my best friend or my favourite teacher so there was no way in heck that I was going to tell an international pop sensation like Ricky Weaver that I was being stalked and watched. I was also supposed to be all vague and inconspicuous when I questioned Ricky anyway.
Ricky smiled at me innocently, brushing back a strand of hair that had escaped my French braid. "Who did you think I was?"
I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. I wasn't sure of what to say.
"Kim! Kim!" Ricky and I both turned around with me letting out a silent sigh of relief for the minor distraction. My relief was short-lived, however, when I realized what exactly was going to happen next. Jack came running towards us, worry written all over his face. In a couple seconds, he'd see Ricky and I had a feeling all heck would break loose.
"Kim! Are you alright? I heard you scream and I came out here as fast as I could! I told you that I shouldn't—" He abruptly stopped speaking when he noticed Ricky, slowing down to a walk as well. It was obvious that Jack was struggling to remain nonchalant about the sudden appearance of Ricky. I could see it in his face. Even if Ricky was oblivious to Jack's tight lipped expression, I wasn't.
Jack's voice hardened, "What are you doing here?"
"Jack—"
Jack didn't even let Ricky finish speaking. "Kim, can I talk to you for a minute..." He fixed his gaze on Ricky. "...Alone?"
Ricky looked from me to Jack and back again before nodding. "Sure."
"Thanks," I said, allowing Jack to drag me away from the boy.
Once we were a considerable distance away from Ricky, Jack asked "what is he doing here?" as loudly as he could without Ricky hearing him. Sure Ricky knew we were talking about him (I mean, it was pretty obvious and if he didn't know then that would mean he was pretty flipping dumb), but regardless of whether he knew that he was our topic of discussion or not, Ricky didn't actually need to know what exactly we were saying.
"Kim, what is he doing here?" Jack repeated, this time with more edge to his voice.
I shrugged. "I don't know! I have no idea why Ricky's here!"
"Well, was he the one that was watching us?" Jack questioned.
I shook my head slowly. "No, well, I don't think so. There was something up in that tree." I turned and pointed back to the tree behind Ricky. "I'm pretty sure that there was a person up there, but whoever it was is gone now."
"Gone?"
"Yeah," Jack gazed at me quizzically and I blushed, "I'll explain later. The important thing is that if Ricky is involved, then he'd probably be an accomplice as opposed to the person leading this whole thing."
"So, Dollhair would be, like, Rue's accomplice?" Jack asked.
"Or Justin's," I added, "Both are looking pretty suspicious right now...and his name is Ricky!"
For the second time today, I was feeling defensive of Ricky and I still wasn't exactly sure why. I was really hoping that the fact that he'd confessed or "confessed" his love for me wasn't affecting my whole view on him. He was supposed to be a crim—I mean, suspect. I wasn't supposed to sympathise with him and yet I was. But in my defence, Jack's attitude towards the kid wasn't helping.
"Kim, you know that I'm never going to call that guy anything other than "Dollhair" so give it up." Jack said flatly.
I rolled my eyes. "Okay, seriously? What's with all the Ricky hate? You didn't seem to hate him so much when he got Beyonce and Jay-Z to sign your barf bag!"
"Well, that was before I discovered that he was a private-jet-flying-San-Francisco-burger-buying-hot -tubing-dollhaired monster!"
"Wha—? Again with the word salad?" I shook my head. "Look, I don't care if you're jealous of him—"
"I'm not jealous." Jack's voice cracked.
"—jealous of him, or jealous of the fact that I had a shrine of him in my locker instead of a shrine of you, or that you're just cranky because you aren't feeling well and you barely got any sleep last night, or that you think that he's the vandal. You are going to pretend to respect him enough to use his name." I hissed, "Got it?"
Jack rolled his eyes. "Yes, mommy. I'll call the nice boy Ricky. Gosh Kim. Controlling much?"
"It's what I do best." I replied snarkily.
Jack was being extraordinarily irritating today. Either that or I was just extraordinarily quick tempered due to my sleep deprivation. I think it was a mixture of both with a little more quick temperedness. It was really obvious now that when I was tired, I was overemotional and kind of mean.
Maybe I was being too hard on Jack. He was my best friend (aside from Grace and Milton, of course) and friends always had one another's back no matter what. I actually should have been grateful that he came over that night the vandals were in my house despite the fact that he initially didn't believe me about the thumping. I don't think that Milton would have done that and Grace probably would have just hung up on me the minute she heard I was watching a scary movie.
It was pretty sweet that he cared about me and I thought it was kind of adorable the way he was so protective of me, but that didn't mean he had to protect me all the darn time and let his Complex get the best of him. As I told him before, prior to the whole "Ricky" debacle, I could take care of myself—for the most part.
I struggled to keep my expression cool as I stalked back to Ricky, but of course Ricky immediately noticed my irritation due to the fact that my face was like an open-book—I kept my emotions very obvious. I watched as Ricky visibly tensed up, preparing himself for the terror he thought I was about to unleash upon him.
"Ricky," I snapped, "What are you doing here?"
A smile slowly spread across Ricky's face, contrasting my scowl and Jack's sullen frown. "I came to see you, Kim."
Was it wrong that I was more freaked out than flattered? I glanced at Jack (who was finally making his way over to me and Ricky) hoping to exchange an alarmed look with him, but he wasn't even looking in my direction (heck, I didn't even know what he was looking at) so I kept my alarmed look to myself and asked, "How did you find me?"
"I tracked your phone." Ricky said simply.
Jack's eyes immediately snapped onto Ricky's face. That statement had certainly caught his attention. His eyes visibly widened. "What did you say? How are you tracking Kim's phone?"
Ricky let out a soft laugh. "Please. I'm Ricky Weaver, international singing sensation. I have my ways. It comes with the fame, the cash, the girls..." Ricky's eyes flickered onto my face. "...but there's only one girl that I want."
I self-consciously took a step back from Ricky, but he took a step towards me in turn. I shot Jack another look of alarm, practically begging him for help, but he didn't even notice. He was too busy shooting daggers at Ricky to help his "damsel-in-distress".
"Um Ricky..." I motioned for Ricky to give me some personal space, but the kid didn't take the hint. Instead, he moved even closer and tried reaching for my hand, but just as I'd done yesterday, I snatched my hand away.
But unlike yesterday, Ricky remained unfazed by me moving my hand away. "Kim, I wasn't lying to you yesterday. I swear on my life that this isn't a set-up either. Kim Crawford, I really do like you and I honestly regret the way I treated you—and all the other girls, for that matter."
Britney's Womanizer started playing through my mind but I quickly shut it off before I got too carried away.
I folded my arms and fixed my eyes on Ricky, giving him a steely glare.
"Did you give the other girls the same speech about liking them when you "apologized"?" I snapped.
Ricky's eyes widened almost guiltily and a smile played on Jack's lips. Jack's almost-smile gave me a little confidence boost and I continued on, "Look, I'm not an idiot. I know as well as the next person that you don't actually like me and that you probably used the same speech on the ten thousand other girls you chose. Heck, I'm pretty sure that you also used that line on Rue."
Ricky sighed. "Kim, nothing went on between me and that girl you keep referring to. I'm being honest here. She was just a fan and asked to get an autograph so I gave it to her. There is no relation between us."
"Just like there's no relation between you and those ten thousand other girls?" Jack asked sceptically, "Got it."
Ricky let out another long sigh and started reaching for my hand, but he thought better of it and dropped his hand. Good boy. You'd learned well. Instead, he ran a hand through his hair and said firmly, "There is no relation between me and the other girls or between me and Rue. Kim, I apologized to all the other girls—"
"Publicity stunt," Jack "coughed" and I "sneezed" in agreement.
Ricky ignored us. "I apologized to all those girls for what I did...in person...and although Rue...um...well...made me an offer...I...I turned her down." Ricky gazed at me, his eyes wide with sincerity. "I did this all for you, Kim. I wanted you to forgive me for what I did. I wanted you to give me another chance. However, I felt that if I wanted you to forgive me, then I had to get the other girls to forgive me and to do that I needed to tell them the truth. It was the most...um...difficult experience of my life, but at the end of it all, it gave me some inner peace."
"Uh, I think you've been spending too much time with your guru. "Inner peace"? Really? And you sound like you're reading from a script. Did your publicist write this?" Jack raised an eyebrow at Ricky and I covered my mouth with my hand to hide my smile. Jack's snarky comments were the only thing keeping me totally sane right now since I was having trouble keeping my revulsion with Ricky as his love confession went on. Did he honestly do all this...for me?
Again, Ricky ignored Jack's words, keeping his eyes on me, "Look Kim, if you and Jack, you know, don't have a "thing", then I'd like you to give me another chance. Please."
Whoa. Just whoa. My jaw dropped at the small (ha, understatement of the year) bombshell. I searched Ricky's face for signs of a lie or a prank or anything that would mark his confession as a total sham, but I couldn't find anything. Not a single thing. Great. Now I had a real decision to make. I had to decide whether or not to be the one to give Ricky an "achy, breaky heart". Either way, I had a feeling either decision would land me on the front cover of CELEBstar.
Both Jack and Ricky gazed at me expectantly, eagerly waiting for my answer, and I felt like a deer in the headlights. I didn't know what to do. My mind swirled (and gosh, my head was killing me). If it had been yesterday I would have immediately turned him down, my disgust with his piggish past highlighting my decision, but now...
No. No! No! No! No! No! No! No, this kid was a total fraud (and he probably lip-synced too). He was a cheating, lying jerk! Or to borrow from Jack, Ricky was a private-jet-flying-San-Francisco-burger-buying-hot -tubing-dollhaired monster! I wasn't supposed to feel anything for this jerk! Besides, he was still a potential suspect...right?
"Kim?" Ricky peered down at me, "Kimberly?"
"I'm sorry, Ricky, but Jack and I are in a-a-a-a relationship!"
* A/N *
AHHHHH! Sorry for taking so long but like I'm always saying, I've been working on other stories. In fact, I have a new one up for Kickin' It. It's called 'Paging Aisle 3.' Go check it out!
Anyway, I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter and are you surprised that Ricky's back? I'm not sure why I wrote him in but I guess we needed a little drama right? So Ricky's back and Kim just told him that she and Jack are together. Jack and Ricky have pretty interesting reactions next chapter and neither of them are the most...positive. Hmmm...
So Kim did see someone or something up in the tree but who or what is it? Is it someone (or something) we know or...?
Haha, put in some more Jack/Kim banter because writing that stuff is fun and they both seem like the type to argue over nothing. I can write full on fluffy scenes filled with romance and what not but I prefer friendships with (heavy) romantic undertones. Love-Hate isn't my thing either.
In this part alone I think I've made references to almost every chapter I've previously written and haha, did you guys like my reference to the 'Ricky Weaver' episode? I try to make as many references as possible, even in the AU stories I'm writing. The second half will include even more references to past chapters among other things.
Anywho, next chapter you learn that Jack and Kim have fake-dated before, Jack tells Kim she's awesome and amazing, Kim suggests that Jack's the guy for her, Kim also suggests that Jack's been stress-baking, Jack's mom mentions 'spooning', Milton calls in and Kim gets some interesting info and Jack gets the surprise of his life from an unexpected visitor.
That's all for now.
You know you love me, ALPHA
PS: ******* 'Paging Aisle 3' is up so go check it out NOW! *********
PPS: I'm DYING here! I need more Kickin' It! The next episode isn't supposed to come out for a while now (Oct. 24th!) and it's apparently called 'Boo Gi Nights'. It's probably that episode Olivia was referring to in an interview where she said that they were decked out in 80s (70s?) gear and she had a huge 'fro or whatever. ARGGGG! Seems like 'Meet the Cheat' is out as in nonexistent. Oh well. Justin's still here though in my FanFic.
PPPS: Hey, so can you guys get me to 150 reviews? Please? I will still post regardless of whether or not I reach my goal but it will be nice to have 150 reviews by my Birthday next week so I'm just asking.
PPPPS: Next chapter will be THE big celebration in honour of my 10th chapter just so y'all know. I'm so stoked and I'll mention some of my closest FanFic friends and MAYBE the stories I'm reading right now (not too sure yet since I read a LOT). YAY!