Hey, so I suppose I'm updating. Haha. I'm having writers block, but I don't want to let you guys down, so I'm gonna do the best I can to develop a real plot, I might really want to think things like this over before I start writing, jeez, I'm kind of an idiot, haha. Okay, on with the story!

DISCLAIMER: I wish I could own Kickin' It, but I also wish the third season didn't start the day I go back to school from spring break. *sniff*

JPOV

I froze, my hand squishing my ear so much from the wet willy that I wasn't sure if I heard them correctly. I lowered my hand, "What?" I asked dumbly, ignoring Milton's comment that made this all the more awkward.

Jerry decided to as well, "Ah, you guys must think we really are stupid and oblivious," I saw Kim raise her eyebrows, but she didn't speak up, "Eddie told us, so you don't have to deny it anymore, you guys finally kissed and admitted your so obvious feelings about each other."

I was frozen, was I that obvious about how I felt about Kim? I mean, how can I not feel that way about her. She was the first person I trusted since my Grandfather. Not to mention she was insanely beautiful with long, shiny blonde hair, soft brown eyes and delicate features topped off with the personality of a girl who could certainly take care of herself, and ain't that the truth. Gah! I'm acting like such girl!

Luckily, Rudy saved us from more embarrassment by putting down the ladle and clapping his hands, "Alright, enough harassing the love birds, for now," He winked at me and I felt my face pale, knowing that this wouldn't be the end of the awkward conversation.

I turned to the cooling stove and rubbed the back of my neck with my hand, my ear now forgotten. A smile slipped to my face as I remembered how I got it, the situation was like rewinding a movie in my mind and I could feel my ears redden with a blush as I thought back to the fight/wrestle right before the almost kiss. I suppose some people could consider a kiss, but I'm not satisfied to call that a kiss, so, as of right now, my mission is to have my real first kiss with Kim by the end of the week. I'm a man on a mission, who really loves Rudy's homemade spaghetti!

I was sitting down with my plate of food by Kim after handing her hers by now and I closed my eyes to savor the taste before I spoke, "Oh my gosh, Rudy! This is amazing! How the heck do you do this!?"

Rudy was obviously enjoying the attention, even though he waved it off, but his words told something else, "Oh, you know, it's no big deal." I shrugged and started digging in again, the only sound in the dojo was of the forks scraping plates as people finished up their food. That is until Rudy slammed his fork down on the table and leaned over t me, "You know what?"

I looked around at the other guys then back at him, "Um, no?"

He barely gave me time to answer, "A few years ago, I was asked by an authentic Italian restaurant to be their head chef, I declined, though, I just couldn't give up on these little guys," he hugged Eddie and Jerry to him.

Jerry stared up at him in aww, while Eddie turned to Rudy with a slightly confused expression on his face, "Um, no you weren't."

Rudy snapped his hands back and gestured to me while talking to Eddie in a loud whisper, "Yeah, but he doesn't know that!"

I interrupted, "Actually I kind of did, I mean, admit it Rudy, you wouldn't have rejected them."

Rudy shrugged, knowing that it was the truth; I knew that Rudy cared about us, but he was just shallow. The talking had striked up other conversations and the table was everything but silent. Not too long later, Kim chucked a meatball at Jerry to make him stop telling a story of one of her embarrassing moments. Two minutes later, there was more of our dinner in our hair, clothes, and the ground than in our stomachs.

I looked at Kim, she was the least covered of all of us, readily loaded with the dinner in both of her hands and one glare at the boys and they chickened out, I was the only one she wouldn't be able to easily take down, it was up to me and I was ready.

I tapped her on the shoulder, my amo already where it needed to be, "Kim, let's team up, get under the table for protection, they can't get us there as easily."

She gave me a weary look before ducking under the table with her eyes still on me. I raised my hands up, showing her I had nothing and gave her a slightly sarcastic smile.

I ducked in right after her, making sure to grab a couple of meatballs inconspicuously off of the table as I slid under. Kim turned to me and she got a face full of spaghetti at the same time I got the sauce in my eyes.

Kim shrieked in rage and I burst into laughter, wiping the sauce from my burning and teary eyes. Most of those tears were from laughter, not pain. Definitely not pain.

Kim glared at me, her brown eyes hardening as she set her jaw. I gave her a cheeky smile and slid out from under the table before she could kill me. The other guys were still going at it, but a quick glance around showed that Rudy wasn't in here, probably escaping to fix his hair, happens. I saw Jerry raise his hand to throw a fistful of noodles and I ducked.

It was then that we heard a shriek and all movement in the room ceased. I wiped my hands on my plain, grey shirt, and wiped my face before repeating the process and turning around.

There was a lady behind me, she wearing a white, button up shirt with a few frills with a black pencil skirt. Her brilliant red hair made her about 6 inches taller than she already was with her 4 inch heels. Her face was covered with spaghetti sauce and she had noodles dripping down the front of her shirt. I grimaced at the fierce look in her brown eyes. The brown was strange with a weird tint of red and none of the softness that Kim's held. Her face was hardened with age, probably around 35 years old, give or take, she had a few wrinkles, I could tell that she was pretty in her earlier age, but the coldness in her features told another story.

I looked at Rudy who was busy fixing his hair with his eyes trained on the lady who was a good foot taller than him, without the heels and hair, she would probably only be a couple inches taller than Rudy, an amazing feature in itself, considering that he's only 5'6". I was probably taller than him in 5th grade and now I'm almost a foot taller than him, at 6'2".

I glanced around at everyone else, who were already starting to clean up at Rudy's sharp glare, looking for any recognition in their eyes. No one met anyone's eyes and I sidled up by Kim who was clearing the table to help her out, she was fighting through the pain of her leg to finish cleaning.

"Okay, while you guys are cleaning up this mess, Ms. Trenk wants to talk to me about something important in my office, I want this kitchen to be spotless and for everyone to be on the mats training by the time I'm out." Rudy ordered.

We silently nodded our content and he left the kitchen as we continued cleaning.

Eddie was the first to speak, "Who needs a change of underwear?"

I froze and looked at him, my eyebrows furrowing, "What?"

"Yeah, I think you might be the only one, Eddie," Kim said.

Eddie's ears darkened, flustered, "Who said I did, I just asked if anyone did."

"Yeah okay, Eddie," I said, unconvinced, but I continued before he could insist, "Okay, does anyone know who that lady was?"

Jerry answered first, "Nope," He was dumping the spaghetti that Milton had swept up from the floor into the trashcan.

I turned to Milton, "I've never seen her in my life."

I raised my eye brows at Eddie next, "Nope, I would make it a point to never look her in the eyes again if I had."

Kim answered before I could officially turn to her where she next to Eddie doing dishes while he packed up leftover salad and the small amount of spaghetti that survived, "I've never seen her, but I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot more of her if Rudy is as infatuated as he looked."

I shuddered, he obviously didn't look in her eyes, or we just had very different tastes, which is undeniably true, seeing as I was 2 decades younger than him.

"Well," I started, "Ms. Trenk doesn't seem like the nicest person, I think we should keep and eye on her."

Kim nodded and shoved a dish at me to dry, even though I had an arm full of dirty dishes. I narrowed my eyes, but she ignored me, "Agreed, and hopefully, she'll either reject Uncle Rudy or will eventually, Rudy isn't the best at keeping relationships."

Milton nodded, "Yeah, remember when he told the tall blonde that he was a French model, that all ended when he slipped up and said that he had traveled to America to see the sights, like the Eiffel Tower in Vegas."

"Yeah, and then there was that one chick in a mask on Halloween, man, her hair and body showed the age of a 25 year old, but her face and mouth told that she was 65, that was disturbing." I cringed at Jerry's story.

Eddie joined in, "Oh, yeah! And remember when he tried to take his bosses fiancé and then we found out that she was trying to kill Bobby? Luckily Kim was there to save them."

Jerry interrupted, "Hey, I was the one that had to walk down the aisle in a wedding dress!"

I cracked into laughter, "You had to be the hairiest bride ever!"

Jerry cringed, "I was, but I got into a cat fight with the other bride, that was awesome!"

I snorted and the rest of the guys started into an easy conversation that I wasn't listening to. Kim and I worked in compatible silence. She was leaning against the counter on one leg as she washed the dishes and I dried and put them away, too bad Rudy didn't have any place to put a dishwasher.

A couple of minutes later, Kim was reaching up to the shelf above the sink to try to get a new sponge, as the one she had been using was officially useless, with bits and pieces falling off everywhere.

I chuckled silently as I watched her get frustrated in the fact that her small frame wasn't tall enough to get it. I watched for a couple minutes, but when she started pounding on the counter in frustration, I decided to intervene, "Having trouble?"

She shot me a glare, "No Jack, I'm just wasting time stretching while using a ripped sponge, I'm perfectly fine!"

I shrugged, pressing my lips together to hold a smile at bay, "Well, if you don't need help, then…"

"Jack," She warned and I smiled and turned around to face her narrowed gaze.

"Yes?"

"You know what." She stated.

I pressed my lips together again, "Do I?"

"C'mon, Jack, help me out!" She whined.

I let my smile spread, "What do you say?"

She sighed in defeat, "Can you please get that new sponge down for me?" and she topped it off with a sarcastic smile.

I smiled cheekily, "Why, I'd be happy to, Kimmy."

I trapped her to the counter as I reached up and grabbed the sponge, I heard her grumbling under her breath at the hated nickname, "Yeah, whatever."

In a moment of boldness, I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "All you had to do was ask," I ended it with a peck on her cheek and avoided eye contact as I felt my ears turn red at my uncharacteristic boldness. I chanced a glance at her and found that her cheeks were as red as could be, with a smile on her face, and that's how I acquired my Cheshire grin.

Hey, so we have a plot now, you don't know what will happen, but I do! Okay, to respond to a review about my comment of Minnesota in an earlier chapter, it was mentioned that that was where Phil might've been from by Jerry in the episode The Meatball King, I'm just clearing that up! Reviews are more than welcome! Hint Hint!

~COCO