A\N: And still no reveiws...guys, I appreciate the Story Alerts, but I NEED FEEDBACK, because I'm stuck! Tell me what you think should happen to Kim next.
I really like training. I get to stare at Kim.
I'm staring at her right now, too. It's not like we're doing anything. Kira and Trent are finishing up the course, Conner's lighting fireworks, and Kim's staring into space. Is she thinking about me? I want her to be thinking about me.
"CONNER! Oh my God, what are you DOING?"
Hey! Why isn't she thinking about me?
OH MY GOD, CONNER HAS FIREWORKS!!
I react pretty much instinctively, running over to him and yanking the fireworks away. "What the hell are you thinking?" I demand. "Conner, where did you even get these?"
"Dude!" He snaps, yanking them back. "They're my dad's! He makes fireworks! And I know how to set them off, I was just trying to see if I could remix the powder and make it blow up louder!"
Kim shuts her eyes, counts to ten, and then says, "You're handling it," and walks away.
"Conner?" I ask politly, trying to ignore my near heart attack.
"Yeah?"
"Don't play with fireworks."
"Got it, dude."
I walk away, feeling slightly safer. When Conner says 'got it', he usually means 'got it'. Smarter than I was at that age. Occasionally.
"Kim?" I ask.
"Hunh?"
"What're you and Haley doing?" It's been bugging me for a while. They're working on something, so I want to know what. Mainly curiousity, partly wondering what's got Kim so interested in someone besides me. God, Tommy, get a grip! She hardly even knows you anymore!
"Building weapons."
Oh. Okay, that's cool. Yeah, she'd be into that. Anyone'd be into that.
"Boring, really."
Hunh? "Building weapons is fun."
"Tommy?" Kim says, turning to face me, her voice in the 'let's tell Tommy why everyone's giving him funny looks because his hair is green' tone. "I'm not ten. Physically or mentally. And I'm rather proud of that."
"Oh. Okay." I frown. "Hey! I'm not ten!"
"He finally gets there." Kira rolls her eyes. "Kim? Spar with me? Trent's too busy hitting on me to bother, and Ethan's too wimpy."
"Heard that!" Ethan shouts.
"You are a wimp!"
"Because I don't want to hurt you!"
"Okay, enough." Kim says authoritavly. The kids shut up. Damn. Why can't I do that? I want to do that. I wanna look cool for Kim. "C'mon, let's spar, Kir. We can bitch about boys later." She gives me a Look. "And I use the term 'boys' loosely."
Yeah, honey. I'm a man. Better than Asshole In Florida. Waaay better.
I watch the two spar idly. Kim's hot. Kim's really hot.
"Kira's hot."
I frown. "Uh, sure." Whatever, Trent. Kim's hotter. "Kim's hotter."
Trent smirks. "You're not gonna get the girl like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you're ten. Act mature. Suave. Try to make her think you're romantic."
I raise an eyebrow, and he shrugs. "Works with Kira."
"She's sparring with Kim. Not you."
Trent shrugs. "Got a little bored."
"I should warn you, as your teacher, I'm required to tell your parents if you mention doing anything beyond kissing." I tell him.
"I'd like to get there with Kim." Conner says, joining the conversation. "Damn, she's fine."
"Conner?" I ask pleasently, trying to keep my eyes from flashing green. Conner steps back. Guess it's not working. "My girlfreind. Not yours."
"Uh...sorry, dude." Yeah. I'm the alpha male here, Con. Don't care what color you wear. Leave my girl alone.
"Shit!" Trent snaps, jumping up. I ignore him. Kim's hot. Kim's really hot.
There's an invisportal behind her with Goldar leaping out.
I leap up, cursing a little more colorfully than Trent, and Kim starts shooting. Since when does she wear a gun? Wow, she looks hot with it. I wonder if I could get her to--focus, Tommy!
Goldar charges for me, and the last thing I see his his fist meeting my face.
That hurt.
Kim's really hot.