Disclaimer: I do not own Xiaolin Showdown. Or Have a Nice Day Café

A/N: No, I haven't written this chappie out yet. Thankies for the reviews.

(-)(Kimiko's POV)

So bored! Doesn't evil boy genius like Jack know how to live at all? Grr, I thought. He didn't have to tie me up. I looked down at the ropes that bound me the chair. Just because I almost broke his stupid robot. I lifted my head, and gave Jack an evil look behind his back. The, something hit me.

"Judolette(A/N: I checked KidsWB. That's how you spell it) Flip, Fire!" I shouted. The ropes and the chair became ashes in seconds. Jack turned around, and went off on me.

"You . . . THAT WAS MY FAVORITE CHAIR! And that was my last bit of rope too!"

I shrugged. "Too bad for you. That's what you get for tying up a Dragon of Fire. Idiot." I slapped him on the head, and walked around the room. Another thing hit me.

"I'm not singing karaoke in these," I said signaling to my monk robes.

Jack smiled evilly. "Well, you should've thought of that before you burnt my chair."

"Get over it, it was just a stupid chair."

"My dad gave it to me after I became evil."

"Like I care. Did anyone care when it was that completely out of date trench coat got slobbered on?"

"No . . ."

"Then why do I care about your chair?"

"Because I'm the only one who can get you clothes other than the ones you're in."

I thought about it. Apologize to a guy wearing makeup, get good clothes, and sing karaoke, or sing karaoke in these clothes, and not apologize to the guy with makeup. If I'm ever powerful enough, I thought, destroy choices like this.

"Fine. I'm sorry that I burnt your chair to pieces. Now get me clothes, and they'd better not be completely crappy."

Jack smiled. "Nah. I think you can deal with the ones you have."

I figured this would happen. "I guess if you really won't get me clothes, I'll have to call Clay. He'll be really upset that you aren't giving me what I want."

Jack rolled his eyes. "There's only one thing you want, and I wouldn't give it to you for the world."

My jaw unhooked itself. "You . . ." I pulled out my cell phone. That kid had some nerve. It's a good thing I gave them all cell phones for their birthdays, I thought. I started dialing Clay's number when Jack yanked the phone out of my hands. I looked up, and saw him holding a bright blue dress.

"There you go. Leave them out of this. And what I said earlier, just forget about it. Please don't hurt me!" he said, his wimpy attitude coming back. I rolled my eyes and took the dress.

"Now, where do I get dressed at?" I asked. Jack pointed to a door that led to a small room. It contained a bed, and a table, and that was it.

"By the way, you're in here tonight, I'm not sleeping with you!" he said before he pushed me in, and slamming the door shut. I restrained rolling my eyes before getting dressed.

(-)(Jack's POV)

I leaned against the door, and sighed. That . . . grr. How am I gonna live for the next to nights? That girl! 'Oh, give me clothes, or I'll call the big cowboy to come and rescue me!' After tonight, I'm not gonna talk to her until tomorrow night, and then I'll never speak to her again, I thought. That was it! The plan would be to only speak with her when I absolutely must!

"Brilliant Jack," I muttered. As soon as I was about to stand up, I fell down, looking up at Kimiko's face.

"Get off the floor Spicer. For all I know, you could be looking up my dress."

"Like I would. Let's get this thing over with," I said as I stood up. A string of unpleasant words went through my mind. 1st one started with a nice big B for starters. But I kept my mouth shut. As much as I hated to admit it, that girl hit hard.

"You know where we're going?" she asked.

I rolled my eyes(A/N: they do a lot of eye rolling in this fic . . .). "No, I have absolutely no clue where we're going! Come on, I'm an evil boy genius! Of course I know where we're going." It was true. My Mom went to tons of karaoke clubs, and took me with her. No one knows the true pain and agony it is to watch their mother sing, I thought.

Kimiko tapped her foot. "Well . . ."

I snapped out of my trance. "Oh, uh Have a Nice Day Café. They have karaoke night every night(See A/N at bottom)."

"Fine, then can we go?"

I looked down. Originally I had planned to change, but I didn't feel like it. For the song I had planned out, I didn't need to change at all. God, I'm never gonna get through tonight, I thought. I walked up the steps that led to the door. I opened it, and signaled her to go through. I closed and locked the door. It felt as if I were locking away everything I knew about Jack Spicer. I wasn't sure why, but it just did.

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A/N: I dunno where all the Have a Nice Day Cafes are, and I've never been to one, so I have no clue if they have even a single karaoke night. So don't kill me about that. And thanks to a friend of mine, I've finally decided to learn alt codes, instead of copying and pasting everything. Yay for me!

I'm still interested in taking on a BETA reader. Anyone?