Exams are over therefore school is over. That means I can finally finish this story up and start writing new stories. Also, I have the first chapter of The Stripper's Secret up, so go check that out.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin' It.
-Chapter 22-
I find myself staring at her as she crawls into her bed. April digs her face into her pillow. I see a smile as she pulls away and sit on her knees. She's so happy to be in her room. I can't help but smile at her joy. April looks around the room and smiles brightly.
"You didn't touch anything."
"Of course I didn't."
April looks over to me. Her smile drops as she thinks about something.
"You know Kim. We've been through some stuff. From the touching of my teddy bear to you covering my ass by acting lesbian. From the torture to therapy. Let's not get started with the bloody fights that could have cost both our lives, if we weren't interrupted."
I frown at the mention of the harsh memories, that are still somewhat fresh in my head. April pulls a slight smile.
"I forgive you," April said.
My eyebrows stitch together. I look into her eyes. There is no resent. She means it. She's actually forgiving me. I can't believe this. There has to be a catch.
April gets up from her bed. In a couple long strides she was at my bed. She sits at the foot of the bed, next to me.
"I mean it," April says, as if she were reading my mind.
I look up at her and smile very hard. I quickly hug her. She hugs back.
"Thank you..." I suddenly feel my tears streaming down my face. "You're the only one, other than Jack, who has forgiven me."
April rubs my back, saying sweet nothings. I can't believe this is happening. Forgiveness from April. I thought she was going to be the last person to forgive. The very last. I thought she'd forgive me when she's on her death bed. I guess I thought wrong. Here I am, in her arms. April, the person who attempted to kill me three times, has now forgiven me. It's so surreal. I hold on to her tighter as more tears shed. April holds on tighter too, but I hiss in pain.
"Your ribs," April whispers, "I'm sorry."
She loosens her hold. I look up at April. She looks like she's deep in thought. April sighs.
"I think I have an idea," April mutters.
"What?" I ask, as I pull away and wipe my tears.
"Did you ever get your uniform?" April asks, ignoring my question.
"Um, no."
April gets up and starts pacing. She picks at nails and looks to the ground. She bites her bottom lip. April stops pacing and stands in front of me. She takes a deep breath.
"Are you about Donna's height and weight?" April seems to force herself to ask.
I think back at Donna's figure. I nod my head, yes.
"Well, she's about an inch taller than me and her chest is bigger," I say.
"Ok, we'll make it work," April mutters.
April makes her way to the door.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm doing this for you. Remember that!"
April opens the door and quickly make her way out, shutting the door behind her.
"Doing what for me?!" I shout the door.
The door opens. I sit up from my slouching position. April shuts the door.
"April, it's been an hour! Where were you?!"
April simply throw a uniform at me. I catch it and give her a confused look.
"I was with Donna," She mutters.
I realize April's apparence as she walks to her bed. Her hair is in a very messy ponytail. The shirt she's wearing seems to stretched out. To be specific, it's strenched at her v neck. Oh, wait I think it's torn a little. Her sweatpants are loosely hanging on her hips and untied. Before her visit, it was tied at her waist.
Um...and I don't think she has a bra on anymore...
"And it hasn't been an hour. It's been an hour, twenty-five minutes, and fifty-five seconds," April says.
"April...did you-"
"Yes."
"For a uniform!" I shout at her.
"It is Donna! Of course she wanted to...do stuff with me in exchange for a uniform!"
I don't know what clicked in my head, but I'm starting to find this funny. I smile slightly.
"Sooo...How was it?" I ask, holding back my laughter.
"It was torture. I mean I was on top, so I was basically forced to finger fuc-wait why am I saying this?"
"Was it weird?" I ask like an annoying child.
"Yes and no. I mean the licking part was a familiar feeling. I just never had to lick a va-SHUT UP KIM!"
I hold back my laughter, but a giggle slips. April glares at me.
"Oh come on wait. Two more questions. Did she fing-"
"Yes."
I nearly gag at all the visuals that just came to mind.
"Ok. Last question, why do I need a uniform?"
"Because it's a part of my plan. During breakfast announcements tomorrow, you're going to apologize to the whole clan. You'll go up on the stage and act like the guy that says our leader has some announcements. But you apologize instead. You have to wear the uniform, so no one kills you before you get up on stage. Jack is a very threating person, but at the end of the day, there are hundreds of clan members ready to attack and kill you. So this is a dangerous idea, but it's the only way you'll get your message across."
"Why can't I use the intercom?"
"I thought about that. It was my first idea. But then I realized people don't pay attention to that unless their name is being called. They'll also see it as cowardly. You have to risk your life just like they did during the war. They'd, hopefully, respect that."
I nod. She was right speaking through an intercom would seem cowardly in a way.
"Ok."
I get up from my bed with Donna's uniform and walk to the closet. I get a hanger. That's when I see something.
I let out a nervous giggle.
"Um, what if I told you I did have my uniform after all?"
I turn to April. Her jaw tights and fists rest on her hips. I give her a shaky smile.
"I didn't have to have sex with her?!"
"You also didn't have to get that big hickey on the side of your neck," I muttered under my breath.
April's eyes widen. She rushes to her mirror and cocks her head to the side. I hear April curse under her breath as she rubs the purple spot lightly. She turns to me with furious eyes.
"Why did you forget?!"
"It's been months since I've touched that side of the closet! Of course I forgot!"
April is about to shout but something stops her. Instead, she tackles me to the floor. I scream as she pins me down.
I don't know what to expect.
She starts to tickle me. I start laughing loudly.
"Please-" I had to catch my breath. "Stop."
I continue to laugh hysterically. I see April is enjoying this too. She keeps a smile on her face.
How does she know I'm ticklish?
"I've been roommates with you for a week. I picked up on a few things," April shouts over my laughter.
"H-How?"
"Well, one time I tried to get your attention and I poked your side. You giggled. Another time is went I tried to wake you up. I nudged your side with my foot. You giggled in your sleep."
I try to catch my breath to say something, but she got to my pit. I laugh louder. If that was even possible.
"Say the magic words and I'll stop," April says.
"I'm sorry," I say through my laughter.
The torture stops. April gets up with a grin on her face. I catch my breath and hold my sides.
I don't think that helped my broken ribs. I get up carefully. April was already at the door with Donna's uniform. She looks over her shoulder and glares at me before leaving to return the uniform. I feel so bad because she had sex with the slutty Donna for no reason...and because I still find this funny.
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