Thank you sooooo much for the reviews. If you review like that every chapter, I won't have any problem updating except for writers block which I am experiencing right now. But I will try my best, I really don't know where this story is going, it's like it's writing itself, but now that Jack has opened up, it won't be so hard to write and he might be more in character. And for one of the guest reviewers, never apologize for writing several reviews, they make me happy. Oh, and I'm not exactly sure when or how Kim and Jack will have their first kiss, so, if you have suggestions, let me know in a review! Hint, hint. Also, there's an important author's note at the bottom, so please read it! Kay, I'm done rambling let's get on with the story!

DISCLAIMER: Mine? Nope. I don't own Kickin' It.

KPOV

So Jack opened up. Kind of a shocker, but I have to say, I like this new Jack. It's been a month since that fateful day at Falafel Phil's, and Jack has really shown a whole other side of him.

Instead of stony silence during conversations, he participated and even smiled several times. I seem to be the only one to notice that he never says anything about his life before coming here, but someone as scarred as him isn't going to open up all the way just from a few talks, so I give him time and space while the guys do nothing of the sort. They are always in his face, asking questions, but they mean no harm, they're just kind of oblivious to the lives some other orphan's have. They don't have such bad pasts, but then again, none of us really like to talk about our pasts too much.

Currently, I was working out on the mat late at night, don't blame me, when I can't sleep I don't strange things sometimes, like finding Jack falling off his bed.

I smiled to myself as I remembered that. I was going for a series of punches and kicks on a bag when a voice spoke from right behind me, "You know Kim, it's kind of scary when you smile while beating the crap out of a bag."

On instinct, I twisted around and swung a punch to the source of the voice. My hand was stopped by a strong hand engulfing it. My day hadn't been the best day, I started my period, the guys pissed me off, I hit my head on my bed, I don't know how, I spilt my delicious dinner all over my new shirt and I fell getting out of the shower, I did not want to be stopped from beating something or someone up just because they can block my punch, which angered me even more, no one, and I mean no one has ever been able to dodge or stop one of my punches.

I barely noticed that it was Jack who was stopping me as I started attacking him. I yanked my arm from his hand and sent a swift roundhouse towards him.

Jack stepped back and blocked it easily, "Whoa, Kim, I know you had a bad day, but I didn't know you could get like this." He teased and laughed! Freaking laughed!

I gave a Kia as I ax kicked towards his shoulder, followed by a turning back kick, next a sweep kick, and finally a turning hook kick.

Jack avoided all of the kicks. First by simply ducking away from my ax kick, then he turned away quickly from my back kick, using his momentum to flip and spin in the air, easily avoiding my sweep kick and capturing my hook kick in his hand.

Jack nodded as I struggled to keep my balance, "That's good Kim, but is that all you got?"

I shrieked a bit at his annoying taunting, ignoring the butterflies I felt in my stomach when he smirked his famous smirk at me, I should be used to it now, but I'm not. He through my leg in the air and I back hand springed back into a fighting stance.

I noticed that Jack was only blocking my attacks, but not attacking me by himself. Strange. I didn't have time to think about it more, because Jack waved his hand in a taunting motion, daring me to attack, of course, I never turn down a dare. I released my attacks on him, Jack easily avoided and blocked all of them, wearing me out, although I would never admit that. of course I got a few good hits in, but he was always recovered by the time I took another shot.

Both of us were so focused on our fight that we didn't notice that Rudy had gotten up to go to the bathroom, or that he had woken up the guys to see the amazing sight of me losing a fight. We didn't stop until we heard the unmistakable voice of Milton, "Holy Christmas Nuts! Jack can fight!"

Jack and I froze, my leg had risen slightly, ready for another kick and Jack, always one step ahead of me just finished another flip to avoid my kick when the guys talked.

We snapped our heads toward them. The guys were all whooping and congratulating Jack as he stood with a bewildered look on his face, but Rudy was still standing off to the sight with a hurt and slightly confused look on his face.

When he started walking towards Jack, the guys parted, sensing that this was serious. Rudy stopped in front of Jack and shook his head with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Look Rudy, I'm really-"" Jack started but Rudy interrupted.

"Why?" he asked simply.

Jack froze and cleared his throat before speaking, "Pardon?"

"Why would you lie Jack? You said you didn't do Karate and never would, why?"

Jack sighed and looked towards the guys, me thinking he was nervous about us being there spoke up, "C'mon guys, let's go get some chocolate milk and go to bed."

The guys started following me to the kitchen but Jack's voice stopped us, "No, don't go, I owe you guys an explanation, too."

The guys eagerly rushed back and sat on the mat like kids ready for story time. I followed a bit slowly and lowered myself on the bench at the edge of the mat.

Jack looked at me and I nodded, I don't know what I nodded for, but it seemed he did as he began, "I do Karate," he held up his hand to cut off any talking that might have started, "Please, let me finish all of what I'm saying," we all stayed silent as he continued, "I never knew my parents, they died the day I was born. My grandfather took me in. He trained martial artists for movies. Like Jackie Chan and even Bobby Wassabi," Rudy gasped and covered his mouth with both hands to stop his excited shrieks at the mention of his hero, "I started training as soon as I showed interest in martial arts and I managed to snag a 3rd degree black belt by the time I was twelve," now this was news, Rudy was a third degree black belt and I guess he has competition now, "My grandpa died soon after and I was shot into foster care. I still did Karate, but always alone in my room at night. It wasn't hard to stay unnoticed because I was always kicked out quickly. I thought that Karate was the only thing still keeping me with my grandfather and I didn't want to share it with anyone else. But you guys are my family now, and I apologize for hiding it, but I will happily join your dojo now, as well as your family, if you still want me to…" He trailed off in his speech, unsure if we would still keep them.

Rudy, always waning people to think that he had better offers when he was obviously backed into a corner called a meeting for us. I sighed and stood up, used to this. We all started gathering in a corner of the room. I noticed that Jack looked a bit worried as I walked past him and I made sure he caught my eyeroll so that he knew that it was no big deal.

He chuckled quietly and I smiled a little bit, glad that I made him laugh as I made the rest of the way to the guys who were already talking.

I wanted to get this over with and go to bed, so I cut to the chase, "Okay, I know we all forgive him and enjoy his company, Rudy you have no choice if you want this place to stay in business and nobody has problem with his, so he's staying. Did I cover it all?" I spoke loud enough so Jack could hear.

The guys nodded and agreed that that was pretty much it, but Rudy, sightly more stubborn spoke in defense.

"I most definitely have other choices-"

"Rudy," I interrupted warningly.
"Nope, he's my only hope," Rudy admitted and stood up straight to put more leadership I his voice, unaware tat Jack knew exactly what we had been saying, "Jack's staying and that's final!"

We all looked at him strangely as he walked back to his room, including Jack. Rudy turned to him as he passed and said, "You know kids and how they get jealous of greatness."

Jack smiled largely at Rudy's indirect compliment and excepted it. The guys headed to bed right after Rudy, patting hands on Jack's back and in Milton's case, hugging the life out of him.

I laughed at that and walked in comfortable silence with Jack back to the hallway where we stopped before we had to separate.

I was shocked into a frozen state as Jack pulled me into a warm hug. I soon relaxed into the comfortable embrace, though and hugged back.

"Thank you Kim," Jack murmured into my hair at my shoulder and I giggled a bit awkwardly.

"For what?"

He sighed and pulled away, I immediately missed his warmth, "For everything, you made me feel like I belong, thank you."

I smiled, "Your welcome."

Jack started leaning in and I stood frozen, looking at him from under my eyelashes. I started leaning forward too and Jack turned his head to get a better angle. This was it, I was going to kiss the most wonderful guy ever. This is what I thought as his lips lightly brushed mine and I felt a spark.

The spark was dimmed, though when I heard and awful gurgling noise and Rudy's voice, "Nooo! Not again!"

Jack and I sprung apart, broken from our moment by a leaking toilet. I was going to beat that old thing with a baseball bat. I smiled awkwardly, as did Jack. He randomly gestured behind him, tilting his head a bit. I nodded jerkily and we parted with curt good nights and back to our rooms.

As I lied in my bed that night, I smiled brightly. Maybe, just maybe, Jack felt the same way about me.

Little did I know that Jack was doing the exact same thing in his room a few rooms away.

Yeah, yeah, I know you might hate me now for lack of action at the end. Haha, BTW, after the almost kiss, the moment was like how Jack and Kim were after they hugged on the mat in Hit the Road Jack.

Anyways, I am about to put up a poll right after I post this and I want your guys' opinion. So, as you know, I love reading and writing and wish to be an author. But I also love Taekwondo and wish to teach that as well. Unfortunately, in this world today, those jobs might not bring in enough money to live and even though I'm only 14, it annoys me to not know if I'll be going to college. My third option of a career is a middle school math teacher. I loved my eighth grade math teacher and want other 13 and 14 year olds to feel the same way. Math comes naturally to me, and I have no problem with it. So there are a few options of what I should do with my life after high school, so please just check it out and vote. Also, is it too much to wish to reach 65 reviews before I update next? Or is that too much? So please review and let me know! Yeah, that's a hint! Adios!

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