It's moi ready to throw another chapter at ya!
Disclaimer: I do Not own kickin it, or any other Disney show….so yeah on with the story
I ran up the stairs and darted into my room, closing the door behind me. It's time to get packing, which means, time for back-up. I rushed over to my computer and logged onto my Skype (I don't own this either) account. Yes, just who I wanted to see. "Kim? What is it?" an annoyed voice snapped through the computer. "Why hello to you too, Grace!" I joked sticking my tongue out playfully at her. The girl on the screen rolled her eyes. I decided to cut to the chase, Grace isn't known for her patience. "I'm going to Montreal in 3 days, and I need to look extra adorable for-" "A certain skater boy?" Grace teased, cutting me off. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. "Girl, of course I'll help you, I mean, you looking good makes me look good!" "Whatever just help me pack already!" 2 hours and a messy room later, my closet had regurgitated every outfit I have to provide me with every outfit I'll need. 3 pairs of coloured skinny jeans, two dresses, 4 sweaters, two t-shirts, a vest, two ski jackets, gloves and ear muffs and I was ready. "So other than clothes, what else do you think I'll need?" I asked Grace. "Your phone, your music, your laptop, and of course toiletries and stuff" she shrugged. "Not my phone, do you feel like forking over the money for international coverage? I think not! "Grace stuck out her tongue. Suddenly I noticed another chat request at the bottom of my screen. "Gotta go Gracie!" "Wha-" As I waved good bye I could hear her shouting. "No one ditches Grace West! Especially not for a skater los-" "Hey Jack!" "Yo Kim, aren't you excited?" I smiled. Why must he be so damn perfect? "Psyched!" I agreed, nodding. "Hey tomorrow, Rudy's gonna tell us about everything, from the performances, to the competition to the events, it's gonna be awesome." He continued excitedly. "Yeah" I nodded again. Must stop nodding. "Have you wondered yet?" "How we'll deal with the cold, I was thinking lots of layers and hot chocolate on hand at all times!" I rolled my eyes. "Don't cut me off. And anyway, it's March break, it isn't that cold." I reassured him. He looked at me seriously. "You never know with Canada, it's a cold barren land of beavers, igloos, hockey and maple syrup!" he exclaimed jumping up onto his chair. "Jack?" "Yeah?" "What the hell are you doing?" "Keeping away from the beavers….or is it Beibers?" I cracked up and he gave me a goofy grin. A perfectly heart melting grin. How does he make goofy gorgeous? "Jack, stop before you make me forget what I was gonna say!" I yelled between bouts of laughter. He settled down in his seat with his legs crossed and hands in his lap, the perfect picture of innocence. I rolled my eyes with a smile. "How are we gonna understand the people in Montreal? Don't they speak French?" Suddenly, the smile dropped from his face. He flipped his hair slightly and leaned closer. "You are so right! I never even thought of that!" He put his head in his hands, and then three seconds later he looked up at me with a slightly crazed hopeful expression. "Does Milton speak French? Do you think we'll get by with Jerry's Spanish? I bet Rudy didn't even think of this." He got up and started pacing the room as he muttered to himself. "Jack?" "Now we won't understand the announcements, or the speakers, or the road signs! We'll get lost!" "Jack?" "Then we'll be stuck in a country where no one speaks our language forever! And-" "Jack! Shut up, stop being such a drama queen, we'll figure something out! There you are walking around, muttering to yourself like a madman" I yelled, finally getting his attention. "Talking to you" he corrected. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "Okay, talking to me like a madman. Running your hands through your hair, what you wanna mess up your award winning hair pretty boy?" I taunted, sitting back and smirking. I know he's cute and everything, but he was annoying me. He looked stunned for a second. "You're right, I'm worrying too much" he finally said breathlessly. "See!" I said triumphantly. "Kim Crawford never loses, even if there's nothing to win!" he chuckled. Oh, his beautiful chuckle. "And that's why you love me!" I giggled spinning around in my chair. "Kim, time for dinner!" my mom yelled from the kitchen. "Come Kimmy come, we're having lasinia!" I heard Kelly added excitedly. "Coming Kel!" I yelled back. I turned back to Jack to see him still smiling. "So you gotta go?" he asked, slightest bit of disappointment evident in his voice. "You heard the woman, she's got lasagna!" I answered half-jokingly. But I seriously do love my mom's lasagna. I closed the window quickly, getting me a sarcastic 'Well bye to you too then.' message from Jack. I shook my head, no amount of cuteness can beat a Crawford original. I ran down the stairs to make sure my lasagna didn't go cold or a certain four year old put her sticky little fingers in it.
ooOOooTime SkipooOOoo
"Yesterday, Kim made a very good point!" I walked into the dojo to hear Jack starting to grate Rudy about the dilemma of language barriers. Rudy just waved him off. "I'm sure did, but that can wait now that everyone's here I can finally start telling you about everything that's happening tomorrow!" He did a little dance and ushered us to the bench, as excited as a child at Christmas. "What is it Rudy?" Milton asked, with an amused smile. "It's gonna be awesome, those Canadians really know how to throw an event! We're going to staying in the 'Fleur Francais' (I do not know if this exists, I just thought the name was pretty, if it is, I do not own that either) which is a five star hotel, with an indoor pool, skiing hill, saunas, buffets, movie rooms, dojo, auditorium, and a galleries showcasing Canadian art, and culture!" The excitement started to rise in the air. "We're going to participating in a group karate routine competition, duet routine, solo, and teacher-student. There will also be performances of dance, gymnastics, theatre, singing and more that's optional to watch, except the finale which is a surprise. We'll get to tour downtown Montreal, all week it will be awesome!" He finished with flourish! This was going to be incredible! "But you still haven't addressed the point if how we'll understand anything, none of us speak French!" Jack's voice rung out. The excited chatter stopped. Party pooper. Jerry got up, "Yo, man we'll be fine! Milton speaks French, I remember when I walked while he was talking to Julie and he was all like 'Erryjay is Otnay the Martestsay Ersonpay everay' (this is pig Latin by the way, don't own this either) I remember I was all like, Yo man I have like no idea what he just said!" "You never do Jerry" Milton muttered. We all looked at him. I shrugged, "It's not like he's wrong. " I agreed. Rudy rolled his eyes. "That's the best part, first of all most events are in English, but I also got us a translator!" I made a face, "Not to burst your bubble Rudy, but I'm not sure I'm comfortable with the thought of some old French-Canadian guy breathing down my neck, explaining everything to me" "I'm not comfortable with some guy breathing down her neck either!" Jack chimed in. We all looked back at him. "What isn't that pretty creepy?" he asked. Aw man, thought it was 'cause he'd get jealous. "But that's where you're wrong Kim! I got us a young female translator! Which is considerably less creepy." He smiled in victory. "Oh Rudy! Hooking himself up with Canadian chicas, nice!" Jerry yelled, walking over for a congratulatory hi-five. Rudy made a face, "Now that would be creepy because she's 13." "Oh" "I thought a girl around your age would make more sense. She and her older brother will be our guides, he is 15." "That's awesome!" A cheer went up, 2 days from now we'll be kickin' it Canadian style! French-Canadian style!
ooOOoo2 day Time SkipooOOoo
"Kimberly Anne Crawford, you'll miss your plane!" My mom screamed from the hallway. I looked at the time, 2:30, I've gotta be there for 4:00, and I need about an hour more or less to get ready. I showered, and put on my makeup. Lip gloss, eyeliner, mascara. Check. I put on my outfit, a black and white striped sweater, high-waist black pants, red work-style boots, and a white bow in my curled hair. I put on a puffy black vest and ear muffs, and checked my bag to see if I had everything. Good! I grabbed my bag and looked at the time. 3:45! I've gotta go. I practically inhaled my breakfast, and my kiss goodbye to Kelly was a blur. I jumped in the car, and my mom drove me, we were breaking the speed limit, badly, but I had to catch that plane!
"Kim!" I heard Rudy's voice yell. Come on, we need to go! Bye ma!" Hours later the plane finally started boarding. (If your confused this is because airports normally advise one to come 6 hours earlier than your flight time.) 10:00 flight to Quebec, is now boarding. "Let's go!" Rudy squealed. I went up to Jack, you wanna sit together?" I asked. He shook his head. "Sorry sitting with Jerry." He answered. "Oh, 'Kay" I muttered disappointed. I walked dejected to Milton, "Let's go, Milton." He smiled, "I can't wait, there's so much history, nature, and beauty in Montreal, and Canadians are supposed to be some of the sweetest people in the world. And in a few hours we'll be amidst all of that." He gushed excitedly. I couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. As we settled in our seats, I thought to myself in excitement, Montreal, get ready for the Wasabi Warriors!"
Well that's all for today, love y'all mwah! Thanks for any and all reviews, they encourage me, see how long this chapter was? Next chapter you'll meet my beloved Canada and my OCs see you soon!