Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait on the next chapter. I've got to work on making updates more frequent. Sorry that the chapter is kinda short. I just didn't wanna keep you guys waiting any longer Hope you guys haven't forgotten about me. Anyway, here's the next chapter and please continue to Read and Review! Thanks!

Gunther squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for Brad's final punch. Strangely, he felt nothing. No pain. No fist colliding with his face. Nothing.

"Hey! Get off me Dillweed!" he heard Brad scream.

Gunther opened his eyes and saw a sight that both worried and relieved him at the same time. The amnesic daredevil Kick had jumped onto his older brothers back right before he was about to punch Gunther. Brad reached behind him, trying to throw Kick off his back. Kick hung on tight as Brad squirmed and bucked like an enraged bull.

As the two brothers fought, Gunther cautiously crept away, happy to have escaped. Brad succeeded in knocking Kick into the nearest wall. Before anyone could make another move there was a knock at the door.

"Kick honey? Is everything alright up here?" came an oh so familiar voice. Brad froze as Kick fell to the ground. The older teen put his hands behind his back nervously. That was when Kick's mom came in.

"Are you boys playing nice up here?" she asked. Brad smiled, laughing nervously.

"Yes, of course, mother. I just came up here to check and make sure my dear, sweet brother Kick wasn't getting into trouble," he lied in his most innocent sounding voice. He gave and innocent looking face as he looked towards Kick who was currently standing up and brushing himself off. Brad was far from innocent but he certainly wasn't gonna get into trouble just because of his dillweed of a brother. Kick looked up at his mom, rather confused for a moment.

"Who are you?" he asked rather abruptly, pointing in his mom's direction. This caused Gunther to face palm in the back ground. Kick's mom looked very confused but before she could say anything, Gunther came forth.

"Kick. Stop fooling around, silly. This is your mom. Remember?" he pointed out, trying to cover up Kick's mistake.

"Oh yeah. I knew that." Kick assured in a nonchalant sort of tone. Kick's mom gave Gunther an odd look before shrugging and moving on.

"I heard a ruckus up here and came to check it out. Are you sure your not fighting again?" Kicks mom asked, getting suspicious.

"No no! We weren't fighting at all." Brad insisted. He was obviously lying but as far as Kicks mom knew he was telling he truth.

"Well, just in case a fight does break out, Brad, I want you to go to your room and leave Kick and Gunther alone." Kick's mom said, her arms crossed across her chest. Brad rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Fine." he grumbled before walking out of the room. He stopped at the doorway and looked back at the two boys.

"I'm watching you two." he warned, pointing two fingers at his eyes then back at Kick and Gunther. With that, he and his mother left the room, leaving the two boys alone once more. Gunther sighed in relief.

"Whew. That was close," he said, wiping a few drops of seat off of his forehead.

"Thanks for saving me back there, Kick" he added with a friendly smile. Kick smiled back in return

"No problem, buddy." he replied. Gunther held his hand up for a high five.

"High five!" he shouted. Kick looked confused, not knowing what to do.

"Just slap your hand against mine." Gunther explained. Kick nodded and did as Gunther suggested.

"Hey! Weren't we looking for my skateboard before this?" he asked, remembering what they had originally come upstairs to do. Gunther snapped his fingers.

"Oh yeah! That's right! We should keep looking so we can try that stunt again." he replied. Kicks gaze wandered and it soon stopped at his bookshelf. Leaning up against the side was none other than Ol' Blue, his most prized skateboard.

"Is that my skateboard?" Kick asked, pointing to the area beside the bookshelf. Gunther's eyes fell to where Kick was pointing. He face palmed himself.

"That is your skateboard! How in the world did we miss that?" he asked out loud, feeling rather stupid. Kick shrugged.

"I don't know." Gunther walked over to the bookshelf and grabbed the skateboard by the front wheels, dragging it over to Kick. He dropped it at Kick's feet and the young daredevil smiled a determined looking smile.

"Alright! Next stop. Widowmakers peak." he announced. He was determined to master that stunt. Gunther smiled.

"Oh yeah! That's the spirit." he cheered. Kick nodded.

"Let's go right now!" he said, grabbing his skateboard.

"Right." Gunther agreed.

With that, the boys ran downstairs to head to Widowmakers peak, Kick holding his skateboard in his right arm.