Hey guys I'm back! This update is long overdue and I apologize for that. Well now it's summer so hopefully there will be more updates and they will be more frequent. I can't believe it's been 4 months since I updated. Things have just been so crazy. In fact I'm typing this with a sprained finger, but that another story haha.

OH AND AM I THE ONLY ONE THAT DIED DURING THE LAST EPISODE?!

I just wanted to dedicate this chapter to Wipe your eyes, for being an amazing human being who has been waiting for me to put this chapter up. There's another surprise for you to come!

I DON'T OWN KICKIN IT OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS

It's Not So Simple Chapter 6

Recap

"I love you, don't you ever forget that," I said as I kissed her once more.

"I love you, too. More than you'll ever know," she said as she hugged me tight. Sadly, the last call for my flight was called and I had to leave. I walked through the terminal doors and turned around just fast enough to catch one last glimpse of Kim before the shut behind me. I found my seat and wiped the tears from my eyes. I went to turn off my phone and saw a picture of Kim and me as my background. It was from the beach. We were lying on a blanket kissing. I wiped away the tears that I didn't feel fall and put my phone away. This is going to be harder than I thought.

Kim's POV

I spent the entire drive home staring out the window, looking at all the airplanes taking off, wishing I knew which one Jack was on. I gave up on trying to wipe the tears away and just let them fall freely. I realized I was wearing one of his sweatshirts that strongly smelled of his cologne. I wrapped it tightly around me as fresh tears began to fall from my eyes. My mom reached over and rubbed my arm comfortingly.

"Kim, it's going to be okay. I promise," my mom said in an attempt to comfort me.

"I don't know how anything will be okay with him so far away from me," I said as I began sobbing even harder.

"Sweety, I know that this is hard for you. But, give it time and I promise you that you will feel so much better. I know Jack, he will never do anything that he knew would be hard on you. He's probably sitting on that plane miserable, but the last thing that he wants is for you to be unhappy."

"I can't help it mom!" I yelled, not meaning to be so loud.

"I know. I'm sorry you have to go through this," my mom said removing her hand from my arm, refocusing on the road ahead of us. After a few minutes of absolute silence, I finally spoke up.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you mom. You didn't deserve that," I said apologetically.

"It's okay, baby. I'll probably never understand what you're feeling, but I can imagine how hard this is on you. I don't blame you for being frustrated and angry," my mom said as she parked our car in our driveway. We both got out of the car, and my mom walked over to me and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back as new tears began to fall once again. She broke our embrace and walked me inside with her arms around my shoulders. My dad greeted us at the door.

"Hey, princess," my dad said giving me a hug. After he let me go, I walked upstairs to my room and laid on my bed to cry, without my parents or anyone else around. I wrapped Jack's sweater even tighter around me as I sobbed harder than I had before. How was I supposed to survive without Jack nearby? For the past 3 years, we have pretty much been inseparable. To make matters worse, I couldn't talk to him for another 5 hours because of his flight. I continued to cry until I fell into a dreamless, meaningless, and restless sleep.

Jack's POV

After I put my bag in the compartment and turned my phone on airplane mode, I settled into my seat and prepared for lift off. I looked at my wrist and saw the J+K bracelet Kim made me for our second first date after we got back together freshmen year. I looked out the window next to my seat before any more tears could fall. After I was almost positive that the tears would hold up, I looked to see the person who I would be sitting next to for the next 5 hours of the flight. Sitting next to me was a girl about my age with dark black hair and shockingly blue eyes. I noticed that her eyes were a bit swollen and red, like she had just cried. She looked like she was a little out of it, not really paying attention to what was going on around her. I was almost positive I probably looked the same way.

"Are you okay," I said, snapping her out of her trance.

"Um, yeah…I guess," she said half-heartedly. She turned and looked at my face for the first time. I saw her examine my face, taking into account my swollen and red eyes. "Are you okay," she said mimicking my question.

"Not exactly," I managed to say, despite the lump in my throat. "I'm Jack, by the way."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Ashley."

"Not to be nosy or anything, but it looks like you've been crying."

"Oh, right. It's a long story, but basically, I just had to say goodbye to my boyfriend. He's studying at USC and I'm going to be studying at Florida State," Ashley said with a sad look in her eye.

"Wow, what a coincidence. I'm pretty sure you noticed the redness of my eyes. I just did the same thing with my girlfriend. Ironically she's studying in USC as well, while I'm going to Florida State," I explained in astonishment.

"I guess it really is a coincidence," she said in a surprised tone.

I began to talk to her, sharing stories from Seaford and telling her about Kim and the gang. She told me she was originally from Anaheim and told me about her boyfriend Connor. After chatting for 2 hours, our conversation began to die down. Ashley put in her headphones and gazed into space, her sadness still apparent in her blue eyes. I looked out the window once more and watched as we sailed over the clouds. My mind found its ways back to Kim, and sadness slowly began to set in once more. I wondered what she was doing, how she was, what she was thinking about. Before I knew it, I fell into a haunting sleep, clouded with images and scenes of a depressed and lonely Kim.

Ashley's POV

I can't believe how coincidental it was that I met Jack. We came from similar backgrounds and were both going through a tough time. I continued to listen to music and let my mind wander back to Connor. I already missed his blonde hair, green eyes, and sweet smile. A tear escaped from my eye, which I quickly wiped away with the sleeve of Connor's sweatshirt that I was wearing. Yup, it still smelled like him. I looked over at Jack and noticed that he had fallen asleep. His eyes were closed tightly and he looked distressed. I shook his arm in an attempt to wake him up from looked like a bad dream.

"Jack? Jack, come on. Wake up. It's just a bad dream, I promise," I said as I continued to shake his arm. His eyes snapped open, and he began to breathe heavily.

"Hey, you okay," I asked with concern in my voice.

"Um…not really. I'm just going to get a drink from one of the attendants," he said getting up from his seat.

"Alright," I said, letting him though. I watched as he walked to the back of the plane and disappeared into the attendants' area. That's when it hit me, if Jack and I were going to survive the separation from the people that we loved the most, we would have to be there for each other. Not as a replacement for Connor and Kim, but as a friend.

Kim's POV

After tossing and turning for 3 hours in a sort of half-sleep, I finally got up from my bed. I checked the time and realized I wouldn't be able to talk to Jack for another 2 hours. I looked around my room and saw Jack in everything. The window reminded me of the many nights when he would climb the tree outside and sneak in. Those nights were always spent with his arms wrapped around me, sweet exchanges of words, and loving kisses. My eyes went from the window to my desk. A photo album I had once made for us, sat on top of a stack of my journals. One day, when Jack had come over, he found my stash of journals and insisted on reading through all of them. As embarrassing as it was, it turned out that he had his own stash of journals, as well. I grabbed my journal and opened to a random page. Glued to the top of the page was a picture of Jack and me at our senior picnic surrounded by our friends. The entry was all about how Jerry snorted Nerds candy on dare from Grace, Milton got attacked by a bird, Eddie winning the hotdog eating contest, and Jack and I disappearing for an hour and half. I remembered how we walked to a nearby park and pretty much spent the entire time making out. A sad smile crept onto my face as put the journal down and picked up the photo album. All my favorite memories from the last 4 years were documented in this photo album that Jack helped me put together. I spent the next hour lying on my bed, looking through all the pictures. Tear began to fall once more. I didn't bother wiping them away. Instead, I just wrapped Jack's sweatshirt tightly around me once more. How is it possible that I miss him this much already?

So here's the chapter that I know a lot of you have been waiting for.

Wipe your eyes, did you enjoy your little surprise?

New chapter is in the works and will be posted shortly Remember to be silly, be honest and be kind. Always enough Kivielove to go around!