A/N- Hi guys! ConfusingStateOfMind and I are back with the second chapter of Halloween Thief! So how do you guys like it so far? I hope the answer is that you love it, because things are going to get even more AWESOME! Make sure you tell your friends because this is definitely going to be a Fanfic you'll love to read over and over! Oh, and for those of you who want the Epilogue from my previous fanfic Kickin' It to JAPAN, I don't know if I'm going to do it, because I can't think of anything to do for the epilogue! But, you guys can still indeed enjoy this!

Part 1: Kim's POV

Sundays. The only day of the week where I can finally just relax in peace. I was at the dojo, putting the finishing touches on the decorations. As I stuck on the last plastic spider web, I saw Jack ride in with his skateboard. I hate seeing those wheels of death.

I miss Dylan.

"Hey Kim," he said, unbuckling his helmet and snapping me out of my horrible flash back. "Still working on those Halloween decorations?"

"Yeah, I'm actually done," I replied, observing my work happily. "What do you think?

"Wow, it's really good, Kim! You should join the drama committee; you could make a great decorator!" Jack joked.

"Yeah, that'll happen," I said sarcastically. "So what are you doing here?"

"Actually, I came to see you," he said. When he said those words, I got butterflies in my stomach. He came to see me, personally. I forced myself to stop admiring Jack and his adorable smile.

Kim, you're starting to like Jack .I think you should join a mental hospital.

"Why'd you want to see me?" I asked.

"Well, since we're going to be going undercover and all tomorrow, trying to find out the culprit who took Rudy's stuff, I figured that you learn how to…" He did this cool flip-trick maneuver with his skateboard and smiled. "Skateboard."

I froze for a second. No, no, no. You can ask me to break dance, you can ask me to put on a bikini, but you cannot ask me to skateboard. "Uh…" I began.

Jack noticed the fear in my eyes.

"Kim, are you okay?" he asked, concern on his eyes.

"Um…I can't," I said simply, quickly grabbing my bag and walking away. I couldn't even look at the skateboard; it brought back bad memories. I could hear Jack's footsteps as he followed me.

"Kim, wait!" Jack called. I stopped and turned to face him. "Was it something I said? Is it really true that Kimberly Crawford has a weakness?" He was smiling. I could tell he was trying to make me feel better, but it wasn't working.

"Not funny Jack. No, it's just…" I began. I thought about telling him, but then he would feel sorry for me, and I didn't need his pity. I tried again, "A…I was…a long time ago…" I just couldn't say it.

"What?" Jack asked again, taking a few steps closer. I began to feel queasy and my knees were shaking slightly. I attributed it to thinking about Dylan, but I knew most of it was because of my close proximity to Jack.

"I just can't, okay?" I said, my words coming out harsher than I meant.

"You can tell me," Jack said softly, not a foot away.

I gulped and tried to blink back the oncoming tears. "My brother…"

Jack raised his eyebrows in surprise and stepped back, much to my relief.

"Wait, what? You have a brother?" Jack said in disbelief.

"I…had a brother." I said, looking down. I didn't want him seeing me cry. So much for a peaceful Sunday.

Jack immediately pulled me into his arms. "I'm sorry," he replied.

I tried to bite back a sob, but it came out as a muffled, "Anngh…" Jack's arms tightened around my waist and my arms rested gently on his shoulders. This isn't how I envisioned it- thinking about Dylan, in front of the dojo in broad daylight…

I forced myself to pull away and faced him. I knew this day was going to come, but never expected it to happen now, when a lot of other terrible things were already happening. But he was the only person I was going to tell.

"He was older than me- thirteen years old. His name was Dylan and he… died in a car crash. He was riding his skateboard, when…" I didn't need to finish. Jack's eyes flashed with understanding. "I was four years old, and I didn't even know what the meaning of death was. He treated me like a princess, and always spent time with me. I even remember playing dress up with him." I laughed, bitterly. I missed my brother so much.

"Kim… I'm sorry…I didn't know," he mumbled.

"It's okay," I said. I saw his face fall, which made me feel even worse than I already did. First Dylan, and now I had to deal with Jack? Should I skateboard? I mean, after Dylan… No. No, I'm Kim Crawford and I am not going to let fear control my life. Maybe, if he was with me I'd feel better. "But… if you promise to stay with me the entire time then…I'll skateboard." I wondered if I would regret those words- but no, because Jack was here. I felt comforted by the thought.

Jack's face brightened and I smiled. "But you tell no one about this, or I'll hurt you," I threatened. I tried my usual fierceness, but with Jack so close and silent tears running down my face, it wasn't as effective as usual.

"Typical Kim," he joked, shaking his head. "Don't worry, I promise not to tell anyone."

"Then, I guess we got some skateboarding to do!" I said, letting a smile spread across my face. He smiled in return and we went out of the strip mall so I could learn something new.

(Jack's POV)

We walked to the park where there was a nice, long sidewalk, perfect to help Kim. I glanced at Kim's face, which was still a little pink from when she was crying, which frankly was the first time I have ever seen her cry. Pretty girls do cry sometimes, Jack. Ugh, not you again! I thought, trying to get rid of the second voice that popped into my head. Come on, Jack you know you love her, stop denying it. Kim is just a friend, okay? You love her, Jack… Jack…

"Jack? JACK?" I heard Kim scream. I stumbled out of my mental argument and looked at Kim who was waving her hands furiously in front of my face. "Are we going to do this or not?"

"Sorry!" I said. "So are you ready?"

"Yeah sort of-ish," Kim said reluctantly. "I don't know."

I laughed. "I promise not to let you fall." I set the skateboard on the ground and held out a hand. I could tell that Kim was a little skeptical at first because she kept darting her eyes between the skateboard and me.

"Okay," Kim sighed. She gently grasped my hand and gingerly stepped on the skateboard. I handed her a helmet and she clasped it on.

"Wow, that was a great lesson, gotta go, thanks, bye!" Kim said quickly and jumped off the skateboard, flipping it over. She tried running, but it was pointless, I easily caught her around the waist.

She screamed. Again… typical Kim. I've never seen her so afraid of anything. I felt bad for her, because of her brother. I know the pain.

"Don't you ever do that again!" Kim said interrupting me from my emotional flashback.

"Then stop running away! Don't you trust me? I thought you said you didn't want fear controlling your life!"

"Well… I… see…." Kim stuttered.

"Exactly!" I pointed. She rolled her eyes. "Just trust me, okay? I promise you, I won't let anything happen to you. Besides this is a park, there won't be any cars."

Kim went back to stand on the skateboard, and I stood next to her, ready for the lesson. This was going to be fun. Well… hopefully.

"Okay, the key is to stay totally relaxed." I said. "It's just like riding a scooter, but with no handle bars. Just use your right leg to drag you. It maybe a little hard when it comes to the balancing part, but I know you'll get it. You always do." I smiled.

She smiled back. "Thanks-you have to help me on my first try, though."

"I will, I will." I said. I wrapped an arm around her for balance. "Okay, go."

She lifted her leg and dragged it across the sidewalk. I had to run to keep my light grip around her waist and we both were laughing at how fun this was.

"You want me to let go now?" I asked as I was running.

"Yep, let me go!" She smiled confidently. I let go, and she was gracefully soaring down the sidewalk, like a pro. Kim laughed and the wind blew against her, flipping her golden locks over her shoulder. It looked like she was living the dream, which eventually made me smile at how happy she was.

It was when she hit something when things turned… funnier. She hit a bump on the sidewalk, and flew out of the skateboard, landing flat on her back.

"Kim!" I shouted. I ran over to her to see if she was okay, but when I approached her, she wasn't crying or complaining. In fact, she wasn't even upset. She was laughing.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine," she giggled. "You should've seen the look on your face!"

Instead of being mad at her for scaring me, I laughed along with her. "So you're saying the fall was fake?"

"No, I really did fall from the skateboard, but if I hadn't faked it, I wouldn't have fallen that far!" She just kept laughing.

She looked beautiful with her honey-blonde hair flowing over her shoulders, and her cute smile, and…. Ugh, Jack just shut up!

"You're a devious girl," I teased, helping her up.

"And you are an overprotective freak," she said, smiling.

"Touché," I replied. She laughed. Kim retrieved the skateboard and rode it all the way back to the dojo.

"Today was fun," she replied.

"Yeah, for you!" I teased. "Meanwhile, I thought you passed out when flying to the floor like that."

"I knew you would freak out!" she said. We continued laughing, and she pushed me lightly. We found ourselves staring into each other's eyes for a long time, our faces just inches apart. Kim was the first one to break the awkward silence.

"Well, um I have to go my mom's probably waiting for me," she said.

"Oh okay," I said, stepping away, feeling oddly empty. She picked up her bag, and started to head out.

"Thanks for teaching me how to skateboard, by the way. I guess it really helped me get over Dylan. I still miss him though."

"Hey, he's always going to be with you, no matter where he is. I would know, Kim." Wait… I shouldn't have said that.

"What are you talking about?" Kim asked me, confused. Before I could answer, I heard Kim's phone buzz. She rummaged through her bag and pulled it out, the screen lit up.

She frowned at the Caller ID. "Some random number," Kim said. "But it's not a telemarketer."

"Put it on speaker," I said.

She pressed a button and tentatively said, "Hello?"

"Hello," a deep, sinister voice answered. "I was watching you the entire day, Kim. Just because you know how to ride a skateboard now, doesn't mean you can run away from me. I'll always be there, don't you worry. Pretty soon, your little dump will be gone. Just remember Kim: I'm always watching you."

Before Kim could even speak, the line went dead. We both looked at each other in confusion and fear, Kim's eyes widened with the deer-in-the-headlights look. I glanced around in the dark, but I couldn't see anything- aside from the shadows, and the darkness.

"Jack… what was that?" she asked me, her voice unusually high pitched.

"I… don't… know," I admitted. "I really don't." I looked at her, and I could see the utter fear in Kim's eyes, which is something I haven't seen before, even when she was riding the skateboard. Kim didn't need to hide her emotions this time. We were both scared, inside and out.

So our Halloween story begins.

Part Two: Milton's POV (during the day, while Jack and Kim's part was taking place)

Gee, Marcus is a creepy dude. As we were watching him do karate in the dojo, we pretty much ALL concluded that. So this was how the whole day went with Marcus, and without Jack and Kim:

"'Ello mates!" Marcus said as he walked in the dojo. He had a wide smile on his face, which pretty much brightened up our emotions. He was also wearing a button-down shirt with a sweater vest and khaki pants with old-fashioned shoes, when it was blazing hot outside. But we ignored it.

"Hey Marcus!" Eddie said.

"What up my bud-ay?" Jerry said high-fiving him.

"What's up Marcus?" I asked.

"Well, as I have mentioned before, I do a little karate, and I was wondering if you lot could… judge me."

"Judge you?" I repeated.

"Yes. I want you to judge me. Now." Marcus said glaring at us. We all leaned back in fear.

"U-uh, o-o-Kay." Eddie said hiding behind Jerry and I.

"Alrighty-o!" Marcus flashed a smile and went to the mat. Jerry, Eddie and I sat on the bench so we could watch him.

"Shouldn't you be scoring me?" Marcus asked before he could start.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Score me. On a scale of one to ten. Seriously Milton, check your ears! And while you're at it… eat a sandwich or something! You look so thin; my grandfather might mistake you for a stick, if he ever saw you!"

"Hey!" I defended. "I am not thin!"

"Dude, you kind of are," Jerry said smiling at me.

"Whatever, let's just score him," I said angrily. I hated it when people call me thin. People have to stop being so judgmental! I got a pen and paper to "score" Marcus, who frankly wasn't acting like the nice guy he was last night.

"Alright, this move is called 'I Found Me Crumpet!'" Marcus said smiling. Jerry, Eddie and I exchanged looks. What the heck does that mean?

"Okay," I simply said. The boy threw a huge round-kick threw two punches and curled up in the floor, into the shape of a… crescent?

"Dude, is he having a seizure?" Jerry asked standing up.

"I'm fine, you ninny!" Marcus said getting up. "So what's your score?"

Eddie flipped the paper to show Marcus.

"You drew a picture of Tootsie Pop?" Marcus said in disappointment. Again, Jerry burst out laughing.

"You're killing me with the accent, man!" He said. I rolled my eyes.

"Let's see you're score then!" Marcus said, ignoring the "insult".

Jerry flipped his paper to show Marcus.

"Now why… would you write nine, one, one?" I asked in disbelief.

"Hey, with Marcus having a seizure, I had to take immediate action!" Jerry said. Marcus looked angry, and I just put my face in my hands. Sometimes, Jerry really is a toad.

"Milton, do tell me that you gave me a score I can well work with!" Marcus said with his British accent. I scribbled a "5" and flipped the paper to show him. He was looking at his phone as it had buzzed, and then at me. He didn't look happy.

"How dare you give me a five?" Marcus said, appalled.

"Yes Milton, do tell," Eddie pushed.

"Well, it was good and all, but—"

"I worked so hard on that move!"

"Yes but—"

"And you, of all people give me a low grade!"

"Will you just—"

"AAAH!" He started going bizarre, and immediately ran out of the dojo. We started to run after him, but he was already long gone. We stood at the entrance of the dojo, but luckily we couldn't hear his high-pitched girly scream.

"I told you he was having a seizure!" Jerry said.

"JERRY!" Eddie and I screamed.

(No one's POV)

The guys went to Falafel Phil's for a snack, but they were all thinking about their weird encounter with Marcus.

"Dude, I'm telling you, we need to tell Phil to put less oil in these things!" Eddie said.

"Will you forget about that?" Milton asked impatiently. "We're here to talk about Marcus. He was acting especially weird today."

"Maybe he's a ghost!" Jerry said.

"Yep, that's it Jerry! I'm just going run and tell the werewolf that happens to be lurking outside!" Milton said sarcastically.

"Think about it!" Jerry said. "He wears old-fashioned clothing, has really pale skin, and he has a British accent! I'm telling you, total ghost!"

"So just like you thought Kelsey was a total mermaid?" Eddie asked.

"Hey, that was one time! And I learned that she wasn't the hard way!" Jerry said.

"What did you learn the hard way?" The guys heard in a British voice. They turned and saw… Marcus smiling at them.

"How… when… who… what?" Eddie stumbled.

"What?" Marcus asked, confused. He took his phone out of his pocket as it had buzzed again, and looked at it. His eyes widened.

"Hey, look over there!" Marcus shouted, pointing in the opposite direction. The gullible boys looked at the direction where Marcus pointed.

"Wait, I don't see…" Jerry turned around to tell Marcus, but he was gone. "Anything." He finished.

"We don't see anything!" Eddie shouted. "Where's Marcus?"

Boo.

The guys all looked at eachother, and their eyes widened. "GHOST! AAAHH!" They ran out of the Falafel Phil's emotionally scarred for life.

So their Halloween story begins.

A/N- The end… for chapter two: P Haha, don't worry Chapter Three will be published as soon as possible! Hope you all loved it! Please review and Thanks so much for reading!

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