I do NOT own the song in this story.
Disclaimer: Headstrong belongs to Trapt, and Kickin' It belongs to… who owns Kickin' It? Oh well, the person that owns it.
Mhm, is that BETTER person-who-shall-not-be-named-for-reasons-that-would-make-sense-in-this-particular-situation?
5 minutes. That's how long we had to do our performance for the talent show.
We'd practice almost non-stop. Every day after school, he came over my house for a few hours. For the first bit of the time, we worked on our ISP. Yes, I still had to do it. Being pregnant didn't exempt me from it, and I didn't expect it to.
"Why won't you tell me what you're doing your project on?" Jack had asked one of our rehearsal days.
"It's a surprise." I would tell, as I have been to everyone else, too.
"That's a great idea." My teacher told me, completely proud and over-joyed when I had told her what I was doing my project on, and that was enough.
"You're stubborn, you know that?" Jack had smiled before looking back at his project.
After keeping my project protected from prying eyes (Hi, Jack), we would always work on our performance. We'd practiced much more than most did, but that's because we wanted to make everyone see that I wasn't hurt by what I'd been through, and that Jack was going to be there for me no matter what.
Jack walked to one side of the Patio, while I walked to the complete opposite side. I fiddled with my outfit: a fighter girl outfit made by yours truly.
A white top, artistically torn at the sides, was under a small gray jacket, hiding my stomach and a belt to keep it from showing too much. It was cute, but not something I'd usually wear to school. It was too showy and snugged my body a little too much, but I decided it would be perfect.
Black super skinny, skinny jeans were pulled down about an inch lower so it would show my side a little bit. Sorta like a sexy war hero.
On top of my black jeans was a pair of converse, the kind that goes up your shin. The converse was black, and the laces were a very light grey.
My hair was up in a ponytail to the side. I put in black streaks along it with the kind of hair dye that you'd use for Halloween. A small black bow to match my streaks was tied to the ponytail.
While I thought I had it sexy, Jack was better. We went shopping a few days prior to pick out our outfits, and I got to add a few things to Jack that he hadn't planned on.
He had on a very dark grey shirt with lightning streaks on the front. They weren't yellow, like you'd see on a kindergartners drawing. They were sorta white, and around them was a super dark blue. The thing that made it nice, was that it was tight and showed off his abs. (No, I'm not a perv.)
His jeans were not unlike mine. Same color, style, all that. His were even skinny too. But he got boys skinny jeans, and they looked good on him.
On his feet, he had high converse too. But his only went up about half a foot. Black shoes, light grey laces to match mine.
His hair was all messed up. I considered putting jell in it, but thinking about it further, I realized that was a bad idea. So we just decided to have it hang naturally, but still in a messed up way. (I'll try to find these clothes, but I sorta made most of them up, so I'll try my best)
At my side of the patio, I was hidden by the wall, so the rest of the class couldn't see me. When I looked over to where Jack was standing, he had the same advantage.
He smiled to me, and I smiled back. This is going to be good.
The music started and Jack and I both smiled stupid smiles, tapping our hands against our legs.
Jack started. "Circling your, circling your, circling your head." The people in the audience didn't know where it was coming from, because they couldn't see him, but that's we wanted. "Contemplating everything you've ever said. Now I see the truth. I got doubt. A different motive in your eyes and now I'm out. See you later."
I came in. "I see your fantasy. You wanna make it a reality paved in gold. See inside, inside of our heads."
Jack. "Yeah."
Me. "Well, now that's over." I could just imagine what the audience was thinking. Wondering who was singing, where we are, and when we're going to reveal ourselves. Just wait. "I see your motives inside, decisions to hide."
Jack started walking forward, towards me. The only thing he looked at was me, as we said we would. He walked out like a warrior walks into battle, but he wasn't scared to die like a soldier might be. He was smiling and walked with pleasure. "Back off, I'll take you on. Headstrong, to take on anyone. I know, that you are wrong. Headstrong, we're headstrong." He stopped at the middle of the stage and crossed his arms, turning away the crowd a little bit, but his smile did not fade.
I walked out the same way and I heard gasps as the little pregnant girl walked out on stage as if she were happy. "Back off, I'll take you on. Headstrong, I'll take on anyone. I know that you are wrong, and this is not where you belong." I stopped in the middle of the stage and stood in the same position Jack was in, but towards the crowd.
Jack turned his head to look at me, but I had closed my eyes as I smiled at the crowd. "I can't give everything away." As he held out the last word, I turned and ran past him to his side. All part of the show. He turned, still holding the note and uncrossed his arms and made a 'What'd I do?' gesture with them. "I won't give everything away." As he sung this, he backed up towards my starting position.
I started to sing, still out of the sight of the crowd. "Conclusions manifest. Your first impressions got to be your very best. I see you're full of **** and that's alright. I guess you'll get through every night. Well now that's over."
Jack walked forward enough just so the crowd could see him. He had his hands in his pocket and he was looking down. "I see your fantasy. You wanna make it a reality paved in gold. See inside, inside of our heads."
Me. "Yeah."
Jack. "Well, now that's over." He looked up slightly. "I see your motives inside, decisions to hide."
I started soldier-walking forward as Jack turned slightly towards the crowd, closing his eyes, arms crossed, still smiling. "Back off, I'll take you on. Headstrong, to take on anyone. I know, that you are wrong. Headstrong, we're headstrong." I stopped in the middle of the middle of the stage and crossed my arms at him, tapping my foot to add to the affect.
Jack made a motion that clearly said, 'Oh yeah?' and he started to walk towards me like a soldier. "Back off, I'll take you on. Headstrong, I'll take on anyone. I know that you are wrong, and this is not where you belong." He stopped at the middle and got in my face. "Where you belong."
I moved my face forward to get in his face as he backed his up in a 'Now you listen to me.' Gesture. I put my hand son my hips and kept my back slightly arched in his direction. He turned slightly away from me towards the crowd and crossed his arms. "I can't give everything away."
Jack gave me an exasperated look, turning towards me, stretching his arms out behind him. "Where you belong." He seemed to remind me.
I crossed my arms as I brought me self upright, straight as a pencil with my arms crossed, feet together. "I won't give everything away."
As music played, we both turned 180 degrees and walked backwards, right past each other with me closer to the oddly silent crowd.
Me. "I know, I know all about."
Jack. "I know, I know all about."
Me. "I know, I know all about." We both were safely hidden again in our starting positions.
Jack. "I know, I know all about your motives inside, and your decisions to hide."
We both started to soldier walk towards the center as I sang. "Back off, I'll take you on. Headstrong, to take on anyone. I know, that you are wrong. Headstrong, we're headstrong." As we got the middle, he turned 180 degrees and I ducked as his did a back flip right over me. I got up before he him hit the ground.
Jack stood and kept his back to me as I did to him. I did a back flip over him while he ducked. As soon as he bounced back up, he started to sing while we both faced each other. "Back off, I'll take you on. Headstrong, I'll take on anyone. I know that you are wrong, and this is not where you belong." While he sang, I turned slightly towards the crowd, arms crossed, eyes closed. He did the 'What'd I do?' motion with his arms as he sang.
I turned away from him and uncrossed my arms and opened my eyes. "Where you belong."
At this point, Jack put his arms down (or at least I hoped he did) and pretended to look deflated. "This is not where you belong."
He held it out as I came in. "I can't give everything away."
I held it out as he came in. "This is not where you belong."
He held it out as I came in. "I won't give everything away."
I held it out as he came in. "This is not where you belong." At this last part, I turned and walked past him as he did the same. We both exited, out of sight, in our original positions.
At first, after the song ended, the crowd was silent. Then, right as I was about to start crying, thinking we didn't do good, the crowd went wild. The clapped so loudly, and furiously, I was about to start crying anyway. But not because it hurt my ears or because I was sad. It was because I was right and proud.
That was good.
Kim's Shirt:
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Kim's Jacket. It was unzipped like that in the picture.
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Kim's shoes are the ones that Chyna wore in the episode where her and… ugh, I can't remember her name… the blonde one go into a locker. Those shoes that Chyna wore.
Kim's laces are different though.
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Kim's hair is like this one but curled and doesn't look retarded in the front.
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Kim's bow is tied/clipped. to the ponytail holding her hair to the side.
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Kim's choker necklace:
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Kim's collar-looking bracelet:
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Now for Jack's stuff… I just can NOT find the shirt. I KNOW I've seen it before, but I just can't think of where. And I scoured Google for it but just couldn't find it. If you think you know what I'm talking about with the shirt, PM me or review the link. PLEASE!
Jack's jeans are also not there. Just picture Kim's jeans and make them for a man.
Jack's shoes (I actually found):
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The laces are also the same as Kim's.
Jack's hair… just picture it messed up but still looking good