OHMYGOSH. I logged on to fanfiction today and did a happy dance. SO many reviews! I love you people! Thank you so much! 33333

Anyway, I have decided to make this a multi-chapter story. This is the last chapter in Kick's first person point of view. I did this to set up the rest of the story.

So, enjoy. :)

Kick smirked in amusement. He crossed his arms as he watched Gunther and Brianna fight over something as trivial as a funnel cake.

But, hey, funnel cakes are delicious.

A crowd had gathered, of course. Watching a little girl argue with an older boy lying among garbage cans was something people couldn't pass up.

"Give it to me, Gunther!"

"No! It's mine!"

"I called the last funnel cake! FAIR AND SQUARE!"

"I got to it first, so therefore, it's my delicious funnel cake." Gunther said indignantly. "We've been home for a week, and this is the first one I've had!"

"Why don't you just split it?" Kick said, already becoming a bit bored of the feud.

Gunther's eyes widened. "I never even thought of that… Wanna split it, Brianna?"

Brianna snorted. "Fine. Come on." She dragged Gunther into the house.

Kick's eyes scanned the crowd as it dispelled. He didn't see anyone he recognized-

Wait a minute.

There was a blonde girl, not-too-politely shoving her way through the crowd; like she was important, had someplace to be, and a path should be made for her. The hair, the headband, the plaid… It couldn't be…

"No way… Kendall?" He blurted out. He never was one for outbursts, but this one couldn't be helped.

She froze for a second, then turned to face him. She looked…different, but still like Kendall, somehow.

Kick felt his face break into a grin. He'd been waiting to see someone from his childhood since he'd returned; and this was the last person he expected to run into.

Kendall smiled back. "Well, if it isn't Clarence Buttowski. It's been a long time. I should've known you were the source of the commotion." She was being her usual bossy, snooty self, but he could tell she was exaggerating a bit for old time's sake. He followed her lead.

"And, of course, the chief of the fun police had to investigate." He chuckled at his own words, sticking his hands in the front pockets of his jumpsuit. "So, what have you been up to since you abandoned everyone and went to boarding school?"

"I didn't abandon everyone!" She said haughtily; much to Kick's amusement. "And if you must know… I've been away at college. I returned for summer vacation this morning. What about you, Clarence? Why are you home all of a sudden? Oh, let me guess… A stunt, right?"

He shrugged, purposefully looking right into her eyes. They were exactly as he had remembered them- Like chips of green ice, smoldering with emotion.

"What can I say? You know me too well. And, besides, there's only one Dead Man's Drop."

She raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you fling yourself off of that cliff all the time when we were kids?"

"'Course I did. But the press doesn't know that. And, besides, I haven't done it in years. And never on a motorcycle."

Kendall shook her head. "You're gonna get yourself killed."

"Obviously, I haven't yet, have I?" He pointed out.

She rolled her eyes, a classic Kendall facial expression. "Remember that time when our hands got stuck together with sap? When we were twelve? I was collecting it in that cave for Ronaldo's birthday dinner…"

Kick's brain flooded with memories. "And I crashed into you when I was spelunk boarding…"

"And I demanded you be a gentlemen and help me up…" She finished for him, giving a short laugh. "You insisted we go down Dead Man's Drop to avoid being seen. It scared me to death."

"You weren't a wimp about it, though," He admitted. "You definitely proved you were pretty hardcore… Especially when you shoved me in a garbage can to avoid Mouth, and ate that moldy sandwich…"

Kendall burst into laughter, Kick not far behind her. He liked Kendall's laugh. It reminded him of a bell ringing, carefree and weightless; completely contrasting with her personality.

Kendall sighed as the hilarity died down. "I swear, Kick, I wouldn't have half of my childhood memories if it weren't for you. So…thanks."

A warmth spread through him, partly caused by her compliment, but mostly because she had called him by his nickname.

He smiled. "The same to you. And you're welcome."

"Kendall, sweetheart, phone for you!" Someone called.

"I'll be right there, Mom!" Kendall yelled back. She looked back to Kick. "I guess I'll- See you around."

He gave her a nod. "I'd be sad if I didn't." Why did I say that? He thought, turning to go back inside his house.

He walked in, shutting the door behind him. Gunther was standing in the living room, wearing an alarmed expression.

"Was that who I think it was?"

Kick sighed tiredly. He knew what was coming. "Yes."

Gunther grinned like the Cheshire cat. "Well, well, you and Kendall Perkins, of all people. You looked pretty chummy to me."

"Shut it, Gunther."

"Remember that time at the movie theatre, when we were twelve…"

"Gunther, I said shut it!"

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