Sorry guys, I was super busy. OKAY SEMI-IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE AT THE BOTTOM! Read on…

Disclaimer: ME. NO. OWN. KICKIN. IT.

K is for Kick

"HIYA!" Kim yelled as she connected her fist with a board. Instantly the board snapped in half and fell to the ground. She brushed the invisible dirt off her hands and sported a cocky look on her face.

Kim and Jack were just doing a little training before school. "Where are the guys? I thought they said that they were coming!" Kim said as she strode over to her locker.

"I don't know, but we should get to school. We have five minuets until the first bell rings." Jack said. She nodded. "Race you to school?" She said, grabbing her skateboard from her locker.

Jack smirked. "Challenge accepted."

They both sprinted out the dojo doors and made a running start. They simultaneously jumped on their skateboards and pushed off as hard as they could. It was a pretty even match.

"You're going down, Brewer!" She teased, trying to get him distracted.

"No way, Crawford." He replied, jumping over a flowerpot that was in his way.

She smirked. "Touché, Jackson."

He smirked right back "I know, Kimberly." Her smirk turned into a scowl

They both reached school at the exact same time. "I WIN!" Kim shouted, doing a victory dance. Let's just say… it was not pretty.

"What? No!" Jack said, as they grabbed their skateboards and started towards Seaford High School. She rolled her eyes. "Fine, it was a tie, but next time you're going down!" She said, sticking out her tongue for exaggerated effect.

He rolled his eyes as he crashed in to… Jerry?

"Jerry, where were you? I thought we all agreed to practice this morning before school for the tournament next week." He said, a little annoyed. Jerry's face was full of panic and Kim raised an eyebrow.

"Um… yo… well… you see… I was helping my mom… sharpen her… pitchforks… yeah… Well, gotta go, yo, or I'm going to be late for class! Heh, BYE!" He said nervously in a high voice, and then ran off.

Kim narrowed her eyes, "Since when did Jerry's mom have pitchforks?"

Jack nodded, "And when has Jerry ever cared about being late for class?" Kim walked over to her locker and threw in her skateboard. "There is something suspicious going on here…" She said, closing her locker. "And we're going to get to the bottom of it."

After School

Rudy was alone in the dojo. He was cleaning the mats before the kids came in for their karate lesson. He checked his watch. It was 2:43, which meant that they would be there any minuet.

Kim and Jack burst through the doors of the dojo. "Hey Rudy. Have you seen the guys?" Jack asked his sensei. Rudy nodded. "Oh yeah, they are going to be a half an hour late." He replied, shoving the mop he was using into his office.

"Well could you tell us where they are? We think something is up with them. We know at least Jerry is hiding something from us." Kim said, brushing back her golden blonde bangs from her line of vision. Jack was entranced by her every move.

As Jerry would say: He was whipped, yo.

Rudy suddenly stiffened and his voiced raised an octave. "Whaaaaaat I don't know where they are… it's not like they said they would be in the school auditorium and told me not to tell you or anything… heh… heh… BYE!" He squeaked, running into his office and locking the door behind him. Phew, he thought, a smile slowly spreading over his face, they almost got something out of me.

Jack and Kim looked at each other and rolled their eyes at their sensei's antics. Well, at least they knew where to look for the guys now.

They headed back over to school and snuck into the back of the auditorium, hoping to be unspotted. It looked like they were about to start a… meeting?

Their closest friends, Eddie, Jerry, Milton, Julie, and Mika, were sitting at the front of the auditorium and chatting away.

Kim leant over and whispered into Jacks ear, "Jack, why are they all here? And how did we not know about this?" Her voice sent chills down his spine. The good kind, of course.

He furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't know. We should listen in. Let's move a little closer."

They snuck into seats that were closer to the front and tried to conceal themselves as much as they could.

Milton, gavel in hand, repeatedly struck a desk that was on the stage. "Okay people! Settle down! Let's get this meeting in session!" He shouted. Everyone turned quiet as Milton beamed at his gavel. "Man, I love gaveling. Anyway, I would like to welcome two new members. Julie and Mika, thanks for coming." He said, acknowledging the girl's presences.

"Okay, meeting Kick is now in session." Milton said. Kim and Jack, listening in, exchanged confused looks.

Eddie joined Milton up on stage. "For you guys that don't know, Julie and Mika, Kick is Kim and Jack's couple name. You see, if you take the KI from Kim's name and the CK from Jack's name then you get Kick, which-"

"Okay, thank you Eddie." Milton said, interrupting Eddie and pushing him off the stage.

Jack and Kim exchanged a look, their cheeks both flushed red. They both secretly liked the couple name, but would never admit it.

For all of you completely oblivious people out there: HE JACK. HER KIM. HE LOVE HER, SHE LOVE HIM. Got it? Good. Let's carry on…

Milton took over the meeting once more. "Now for the real reason we're here: to get Jack and Kim together. All right, our first meeting was held this morning… so Jerry you present your plan first.

Jerry 'swagged' his way up to the stage and cleared his throat. "Alrighty yo, here's how it's gonna go down. I will push Kim into Jack and then they will stare into each other's eyes and start making out. Oh yeah, uh huh, WOOOO!" He said as he started dancing around the stage. Kim and Jack exchanged awkward, embarrassed glances.

Milton interrupted Jerry's dance by placing a hand on his shoulder, "Jerry, that's totally not going to work. It has a 0.01% chance of working, and I don't like those odds."

Jerry threw his arms up in the air. "Dude, it will totally work! Have a little faith, yo!" He said, shoving Milton's shoulder. Milton put on his angry face and ran at jerry. Jerry then cried his 'Colombian war chant' and ran away from Milton. Chaos broke out everywhere, and everyone was arguing with each other.

"I've got to stop this." Kim said to Jack over the arguing, standing up. "No, Kim, you'll blow our cover!" He said, grabbing her hand and tugging it back down. They both felt sparks shoot up their arm. She stood up anyway and pulled Jack with her. Nobody even noticed them; they were all to busy arguing.

They ran up to the stage. "Hey guys." Jack yelled. "Guys!" He yelled a little louder. "GUYS STOP IT!" Kim yelled. Everybody finally noticed them and looks of horror spread across their faces.

Milton stopped chasing Jerry and nervously walked up to them. "Hey Jack, hey Kim. We were just… talking about the… weather. Yeah… heh… heh…" He said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

Kim exploded, to say in the least. "MILTON DAVID KRUPNICK! YOU ARE SO DEAD! I can't believe you! Really? A fan club and a COUPLE NAME? DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE COUPLE NAMES! Well, actually, Kick is kinda cute because we both love karate and- I'M GETTING OFF TRACK! You are so dead when I get my hands on you Milton- JACK! Let me go so I can kill Milton!" She said, fighting against Jack's arms around her waist.

She was very squirmy and Jack was losing his grip. He knew if he let her go he would most likely severely hurt Milton, and even though he was embarrassed he didn't want his friend to get hurt.

"Kim, stop squirming." He said through gritted teeth. His grip was a couple seconds away from slipping, and hey desperate times called for desperate measures. He spun her around, and placed his lips lightly upon hers.

She stopped struggling immediately and her eyes widened as she kissed back, fireworks exploding in her stomach. She closed her eyes as she ran her fingers through his hair as he wrapped his arms around her waist. They pulled away and stood there in shock, eyelids fluttering open. "Whoa" they both muttered instantaneously.

Their friends burst into applause, whistles and woots as Milton beamed especially brightly. This was all part of his detailed plan.

They didn't call Milton a genius for nothing

Operation Kick was a success.

A/N: not my best... That was a long one for you guys! To anyone who's reading this, I got some complaints about my grammar and slang in my authors notes so I guess if you guys hate it that much I'll try not to. But it's so hard, yo! SO HARD!

Well, until next time,

Az