A Ramp to Nowhere But Trouble
Disclaimer: I forgot to mention this but Kick Buttowski: Suburban Daredevil is toooottaaallly not mine…That's something Sandro Corsaro has claim to~ That lucky soul!
Songs of the Mo (as I write): Apocalypse Please by Muse, Crazy for this Girl by Evan and Jaron,
Author's Note: Yeah this chapter got cut in two again for your sanity! The ending to this kept me from posting both because I had to re-write it so many times and I wanted them both to continue the other in a way that made more sense ahhh! Sorry again about the wait! *bows head* Thanks so much again for your patience!
Chapter Five: Crashland
"Clarence!" Speak of the devil…well the daredevil… "When did you-! What are you-! How did you-!" She panicked. How much did he hear!
"Um…" Kick acted in a peculiar fashion, for once not as cocky and confident. To be frank, his newfound confidence from his conversation with Wade fled as soon as he overheard what he wasn't supposed to. He fidgeted with his collar, glancing down at the ground, then took a breath and collected himself by smirking and picking up a few books himself. "Didn't know people actually read stuff like-" He squinted at the complicated looking title. "The Complete Guide to Antidisestablishmentarianism." She snatched it away and ordered the books, setting them back into their designated places as her mind whirled.
"I'm surprised you could actually say that correctly." She grumbled, face flushing, realizing that she had yelled at him not too long ago to go away and leave her alone as well. Just what is he doing here? And why can't I find more anger to chase him out…? Guessed I used up all my yelling energy…
"Well…"Kick helped her pick up the rest of the books, stacking them to difficult heights just to see if he could carry it all at once. "I am awesome. And-" She glared when he almost toppled the entire tower of books over which would have started a domino effect but she reached up and braced the tower using her height. He blinked, staring up at her, uncertainly finishing his previous thought. "…there is a lot you don't know about me."
"Ho yeah like what?" She huffed, taking some books from the tower and putting the back. "Like how you think it's funny to use biscuits as a curse word? Like how you hate it when people call you cute? Like how you're actually scared of-"
"WOAH!" He pretended the tower was going to fall. "I'm not scared of anything."
"Like how your hair color is actually-"
"How do you know all of this stuff?" Kick blinked. "Maybe you and Jackie are actually the same…"
"UH. NO. Don't eveeennn say that. It's ridiculous." She growled, slamming the last books into their place and moving on to the next newly rightened shelf. "That was actually a joke. About your hair I mean. I don't actually know…"
"Lame." He tried to keep more books balanced in his grasp. "I don't think my family even knows. Sometimes I forget I have hair. Maybe I never even had hair to begin with. Maybe I actually…can't take off my helmet because it's attached itself to my skull." He grinned with half closed eyes, tone reflecting his discomfort and slight nervousness. "Maybe the world is just better off knowing."
"Pfft." She had to hide her face just to recollect herself from her slip up of laughing. Recollected she glared back at him. "Well I don't care anyways. It's a stupid thing to know about you anyhow."
"Fine!" He narrowed his eyes. "It's not like I was gonna tell you anyways."
The glared half-heartedly at each other for a few minutes longer until the silence became too much.
"Um…h-how much of Jackie and I's conversation did…did you hear Clarance?" Kendall couldn't take it any longer.
"Uh…." He scratched the back of his head with his now free hands. "Well…I did catch the last bit…"
Kendall froze, face red. "What part Clarence?"
"Ah…um…" He really did look uncomfortable again. "…the part about how it's my fault you're being pestered by Jackie because I…k-kisseERK…you…" The boy had to fall to his knees and keep himself from throwing up. "…and basically the part where you awesomely dodged all those flying books…"
"So all of it pretty much." Her face burned. Though Kendall was relieved he didn't' get what was really his fault but…she was sort of angered by his reaction to the memory she had. "Well you did kiss me Clarence! And it was just to use me for your benefit of getting out of trouble! How despicable!"
"W-Well at the time I was being chased and I-I saw the movie you were watching and I just…I panicked okay!" His flustered form was a rare sight to behold, arms flailing and face starting to tinge. "Look I'm sorry! I didn't want to ERKkiss you and stuff! I just-"
"Yeah I know that! Then why did you agree to kiss me later when I was pretending to be Gunther! Why didn't THAT bother you!"
"!" For once Kick didn't know what to say, he just stood there with his mouth agape. "…."
"You're impossible."
"I know. It's what daredevils do. Live to be impossible." He took that as a change of subject and saved face.
Kendall's tone softened with surprise at his response. "Clarence…why are you even here? I told you to leave me alone too…it seems no one listens to me. I'd have thought you would rather play piano than be here talking to me right now…"
Kick crossed his arms. "Well…while I do hate piano lessons…I wanted to know why you wanted to get to know me only to yell at me to go away. And prove to myself I'm not scared of some goody-toe shoes…and I guess I need to apologize for getting you in trouble with Jackie and all that." He stared at his yellow boots. "I'm sorry I made you mad and…uh made things 'unfair' to you as you were yelling about to yourself earlier…"
Kendall pushed the last book for the shelf back into place, eyes widening. "Ah…you were scared of me? Why? And…you're actually apologizing?"
The boy just grumbled, suddenly interested in the library carpeting. "Idunno…"
"I can handle Jackie and…HEY!" A small grin lit her lips. "I thought you said you weren't scared of anything."
"…"
"You're not going to explain are you?"
"No."
"I thought so."
"…"
"…it really is your fault though…" She sighed. "If you weren't around my life would be much easier…"
Kick straightened his posture, mouth a small taught upside-down u, arms crossed. "Well sorry. I guess I'll just be going then. I'll stop ruining your life. Going back to my stunts now. I don't' know why I even came here."
"Good! Yeah you do that. Go back to where you're supposed to be." Kendall turned her back, drained of energy she tried to lift up the last of the fallen shelves…she got halfway before it started to fall back on top of her. "AH!"
Right as Kick sprung into action, snatching her arm to pull her out of harms way…she summoned strength and rightened the shelf with an intense expression consuming her face. Kick raised a brow.
"You can let go of my wrist now Clarence."
"Oh! Sorry." He hurriedly dropped her wrist like it was made of lava…that he couldn't surf.
"See? I can take care of myself without you." She held her nose in the air haughtily.
"Why do you keep saying stuff about 'the way things are supposed to be'?" Kick raised a brow higher. "And how is my erm ERKkiss the cause of all your…anger?"
Kendall kept her back to him, swallowing hard on the knot in her throat. "You wouldn't understand. I thought you were leaving. I'm fine here." Besides…that kiss wasn't like the second one so why am I still dwelling on it?
He just closed his eyes, arrogantly sticking his head up and hands in his pockets. "Well I changed my mind. If I left I wouldn't be much of a daredevil. Because I just chickened out and didn't listen to the whole story."
"I said you wouldn't understand." The last book at long last was set into place. That's when she noticed that the magazine she had taken a quiz from sat at her feet. She bent down to pick it up, but Kick was quicker.
"You read this stuff? Doesn't seem very…" He glanced at her attire. "You."
"It's none of your business." She snatched it back, holding it out of reach. He smirked suddenly looking over her shoulder yelling 'LOOK RONALDO'…easily throwing her off in a panic as he snatched the magazine back. Right as the door slammed open once again…and a demonic presence of the librarian filled the building, Kick dove behind the cover of a shelf. Kendall put her hands on her hips. "What are you-?"
"SHH!" He leaned back against the shelf as the librarian made her way over to her only favorite human being library patron. "I'm sorta…I'm sorta banned from the library for life."
By now all the books were in order and everything gleamed with well kempt, bookish love.
"Ahhh Miss. Perkins!" Kick's jaw dropped at the horrifying sight of the librarian actually…smiling. "I see my trust in you to take care of this library is well founded. You even tidied it up! How kind of you~" Unknowingly she stood with her back to a slinking away Kick.
Kendall gave a nervous chuckle, totally school girl pose engaged as she put her hands clasped behind her back and smiled. "Oh…well…it's nothing ma'am! It's the least I can do after you so generously allow me to study here all the time~" Subtly, she glanced over the gushing woman's shoulder, noting with horror as Kick started to open to the dogeared part of the magazine still in his clutches. OH NO! He'll see what I answered to that stupid quiz!
The girl's expression was intense enough for the librarian to turn and glance behind her. But Kendall was a step ahead. "Ah! Um! Sorry!" She quickly blocked the view, but it was too late.
"YOU!" The librarian's face scrunched up in horrendous proportions, veins threatening to pop. "YOUR KIND IS NOT WELCOMED HERE!"
"AH! WAIT!" Kendall intervened, slyly snagging the boy by his flamboyant collar so sharply he gagged and she used a hand behind her back to take her magazine back. "He's with….uhhh ME! Yeah he's with me and I'm just ummm well you won't believe me-"
The librarian raised an eyebrow. So theatrics-Kendall made a grand entrance. She put an arm around the deeply frowning daredevil's head, like he was some poor lost child. "I saw this boy, struggling out in the world and I decided…who better than me to save him!"
Both witnesses raised a brow…not seeing where this was going at all.
"He's doing poorly in school…and I'm the top of my class! I decided to take him under my wing and tutor him!" The others gave a start. "WHAT?" "But he-" She held him above the ground now, all the while he scowled and crossed his arms. She patted his helmet in mock comfort. "He's too embarrassed to let anyone know that he's giving up his daredevil time each day to learn! Right…Clarence?" She asked from the side of her mouth with a warning tone. His upper lip was stubborn as he glared. So she twacked him behind her back with the rolled up magazine.
"I mean." His eyes took a wide, innocent expression to match his almost robotic words. "Yes. I have seen the error of my ways and want to do better in school. Kendall is such a wonderful human being isn't she." He emphasized. She rejoined by smooshing his cheeks together.
"Look at him ma'am!" She cooed much to his anger. "He's made so much progress already! He really is a sweet young man!"
The librarian was trying to soak all of this impossible information in.
"So you see that's why I didn't want you to know he was here! Because you wouldn't believe it let's be honest here… and I promised no one would find out and I-I Kendall Perkins-" She posed dramatically, pretending to begin to cry passionately and blow into Kick's collar like a tissue. "HEY!" "I keep my word! But now you've found out and my conscience-"
"Oh…Oh!" The librarian panicked. "Oh well Miss Perkins if…if he's with you I can't complain! He lacks your discipline and being around you will only do him some good! I mean, you didn't even let him destroy this library! Please don't cry dear! I'm very sorry! Please continue to aid this hopeless boy! I'll even let you use one of the conference rooms to tutor him if you'd like!"
Kendall abruptly perked up. "Why thank you so very much! We'd really appreciate it! But I think we covered enough for today and now it's time for me to responsibly escort this troubled youth on home!" Kick tried to smile convincingly as he was dragged to where Kendall had to gather her things. "Yep. That's me. A sweet young troubled youth in need of Kendall's guidance."
"Well…well alright dear." The librarian still glanced at the boy suspiciously but couldn't find anything odd in the usually honest young lady. "I'm actually kind of touched you'd do such an honorable thing for this boy."
"Yeah. I'm very touched as well." Kick scowled. Kendall shot him a warning return scowl, whispering. "I'm saving your butt, you're welcome."
"My butt doesn't need saving."
"Just go with it!"
"Is he causing you problems Miss Perkins?" The librarian asked concerned. The blonde shook her head, smile a bit too wide.
"Oh no~"
"She's causing me problems…" He grumbled under his breath.
"Bye and thanks again~ Let's go on home now Kick!" She pushed him through the door.
"Yes. Let's." He replied gruffly.
Once outside he crossed his arms. "I guess I should thank you.."
Kendall continued walking, pausing to toss the magazine in the trash. "You owe me."
"Now we're even then." His tone was uncomfortable. She did say that after she ate trash to cover me when Mouth almost caught us with our hands stuck…
"She's going to expect you to come more often now. But I could always say that you were beyond helping and even I couldn't do anything….Hmm…Maybe I really should tutor you…" She said thoughtfully. "…you're never going to make it in high school at this rate."
"WHAT!" His eyes bulged, then he stuck out his chest and crossed his arms, eyes narrowed. "Daredevil's don't do-"
"Tutoring." Kendall completed the thought, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, yeah I know."
"Kendall." Kick rubbed the back of his head suddenly as they started walking down the path out of the library. "Uh…can I ask you something?"'
"What?" Kendall asked guardedly.
"You kind of avoided all my questions before." "Well you did too." They just stared at each other stubbornly for a pause. Then continued.
"The whole reason I came here in the first place was to ask you why…you got mad at me after your call with Ronaldo. So…?" Kick Buttowski uncomfortable was certainly an interesting sight as he struggled to keep with his normal behavior.
Kendall rubbed her arm, uncomfortable as well, not replying else she say too much. Kick sure is acting different…
"I…I think I get it maybe…It has to do with what you were talking about earlier right? How everything is supposed to be a certain way? How… you're supposed to be a certain way?" Kick had his hands in his pockets, glancing up at her from the corners of his eyes. "I don't get why it has to do with me..."
Kendall bit her lip, stopping at the corner where her and Kick would have to cross the street and part ways. "Why do you even want to know?" He's right of course…but how he figured that out on his own is beyond me.
"Because it's…sorta bothered me up until the point where…uh…" He looked at Ol' Blue tucked under his armpit. "You see Wacky Jackie wasn't joking when she said I couldn't do stunts the way I used to anymore."
The blonde girl gaped, taking a good long look at this self-proclaimed daredevil. That's when she noticed how exhausted he appeared, the circles under his eyes prominent. "But why?" There's no way I could do that to him right? I mean…nothing stops him! I've never even seen him get sick!
The boy just shrugged. "I don't get it either. I guess it just confused me. I actually thought it wouldn't be uhhh… so bad to get to know you better…and then despite having moments when we got along…you changed your mind after that phone call. Why?"
"I was reminded at just how different we are Kick." Kendall had to take a breath and cross her arms. And if I try to be around you more… "I'm me and you're you. We can't change that. I don't know what I was thinking."
"No offense but you don't seem very happy being 'you'." Kick retorted, raising a brow. The crosswalk signal had started counting down till the light would change again.
Anger and hurt creaked into her chest again. "And just what do you know about me!"
"Nothing other than you being the fun police with occasional…awesome." Kick said calmly. "I think that was the point."
Kendall turned away, sort of pleased. "I can't Kick. For reasons you don't get, I can't get be-" Her eyes wavered. "Look. What would people think if we started…you know hanging out? It was bad enough your own best friend started freaking out because our hands were stuck together that one time." Again with the red tint to their cheeks. "And you know what? You always bring me nothing but trouble! So why would I do that to myself?"
Kick had that stubborn glaze over his eyes. "I don't care about what people think of me. Holding hands with you was different. Gunther's fine now and I know I'm not a goody-two-shoes like you but I'm okay with that. Things are way more fun if you're me."
"Well I'm not you! I don't need you messing things up for me a-and you don't need me to spoil your fun so just-!" The knot in her throat tightened so she started to cross the road, only to have a hand snatch hers.
"Wait!" His deepened voice was thoroughly alarmed.
"Ah! Kick-?" With a quick tug he pulled her back towards him. What is he-?
A car, albeit going slow enough, passed through the crosswalk answering her queries. "T-Thanks." She whispered, a little shocked with her inattentiveness. "Ioweyouoneagain…" She grumbled. Her show of strength earlier with the bookcase was completely dashed now.
"I thought you were 'responsibly' escorting me home. Don't fun police normally 'look both ways before crossing the street'?" He was still holding her hand but he didn't seem to notice. "Hey. I didn't cause you trouble that time. So you can't really say I'm all trouble."
She pulled her hand away, causing him to be equally surprised he was still holding her hand to begin with. "You don't get it because you've never had to be responsible a day in your life Kick! That's what I've been wanting to say." Kick blinked as the crosswalk chirped that it was time to cross again…counting down once again. "I-I did surprisingly have some fun that day our hands were stuck…and that's what scared me a little bit…that I'd enjoy being someone I'm not even just for a little while…and that's not who I'm supposed to be. I'm supposed to be responsible and follow the rules and…" in all that time…I almost forgot about my boyfriend…I can't jeopardize my responsible and trustworthy reputation. I can't-I can't-
Then something happened that Kick never thought he'd see before...her eyes began to fill, watering, about to spill over… "K-Kendall?" His voice sounded so very young again. W-What did I say? What do I do? "Are you-?"
"NO I'M NOT." She quickly turned her head and wiped her eyes. "I'd never do that! Haven't you heard of people sweating!" Why am I doing this? I never cry! Never…in front of anyone! I hate this! Of all people why'd Kick have to be the one to see me like this! I feel so stupid! I feel so ridiculous!
"Through your eyes…?" Kick asked softly.
"Yes through my eyes!" She huffed. "You're so stupid! Don't you know anything!" He heard her sniffle.
I guess I just…keep upsetting her…maybe it is best if I leave…b-but what do I do? I made her cry didn't I! I'm not cut out for this…Daredevils jump canyons not cheer girls up! But we don't make people cry either…is this just another challenge? Should I leave? Should I-?
"Why am I so jealous of you!" With back turned, fists at sides, blonde hair draped over thin frame…Kendall Perkins finally admitted a truth she'd never intended to disclose aloud. "I can't stand it! It's not fair! All I wanted was to do the right thing, do what was expected of me! Make friends! And because of you, everything I thought was right-!" Even though he couldn't see it…her eyes were wide in the horror of what she had just uttered.
Kick rarely felt the emotion that hit him in the gut in that moment. He'd been hit in all sorts of places, heck he was positive there wasn't an inch of his skin he hadn't been injured due to all the spills and crashes his daredevil life entailed. But this was different. This was an internal injury, a pavement burn that reached to his insides from a sudden surprise so great…he was thrown aback and invisible wires that had always existed between them…began to untangle.
"You're…jealous?" He breathed. "Of me?" I had to have heard that wrong.
She spun about so quickly he jumped backwards, her eyes were so intense and the true inner turmoil of Kendall became visible in pure form spilling forth. "Go ahead and gloat! Go ahead and make fun of me!" Her shoulders shook. "Are you happy now! Are you happy you've won! The daredevil beat the teacher's pet!"
"Kendall…" All he could do was stare…as the information sunk in. "I don't…you…"He scratched the back of his head slowly. "You think…I'd actually laugh at you?"
She straightened up a bit. "Y-You're not…?"
"Why would I laugh?" Kick frowned, eyebrows taut. "That kind of makes me mad. I'd laugh at someone who's upset and jealous of me? Someone I thought hated me? Someone who just said that I was the cause of them being upset? Just what kind of jerk do you think I am Kendall?" He reached up as if scratching his cheek, glancing away again. "I-I'm sorry…whatever it is I did…Why would you be jealous of me? Someone as smart and uh…rich like you? All this time? Jealous of someone like me…I don't get it."
"You wouldn't understand Clarence." She bit her lip, rubbing her arm. "A-And that's all I have to say on the matter." I think I've said enough for today. What the heck is wrong with me! Why did I actually say that!
"…" Jealous of me? I don't believe it… I want to know why…but...I don't think she'll tell me so easily.
"…"
"Kendall." Kick's eyes widened, pupils searching her own conflicted orbs. I've got an idea…"You don't know how to have real fun do you?" You know, now that I think about it…I've never seen her do anything fun or daring since we were stuck together…
"What?" She yelled incredulously, eyes puffy.
"When was the last time you just did nothing all day but had fun? The last time you were happy?" Is it possible someone can be this much of a killjoy and jealous…because they just don't know how to have fun?
Kendall actually did stop and think about it. "…" Times with Kick really have made the days more exciting…I'll admit…but not out loud. She crossed her arms and frowned. "Of course I have!"
"Fun that doesn't involve books…or math…or EW 'education'?" Kick crossed his arms as well, raising a brow. They engaged in yet another stare off but Kick kept staring at the red rimming her gaze.
"Fine…" She deflated. "Maybe I haven't really! But so what! My fun is different than your fun! But you had to ruin that too when you found out my hideout!"
"Yeah. My fun's not boring." Kick retorted. "And that was an accident."
"Yeah well how would you know if my fun isn't fun! Maybe I enjoy my fun!"
"Maybe you don't." The light in Kick's mind grew brighter with the presence of understanding. Even if it wasn't completely spot on.
"How would you know! Just because you saw those cave paintings? That's nothing! You don't get me at all! You've never once tried being responsible!"
"How do you know? I know for a fact I have been responsible before." Gunther's clock, Mother's day, my sister's competition are a few examples. " Kick Buttowski doesn't do making trouble to hurt others. Rebel? Yes. Enjoy making girls 'sweat' through their eyes? No. I'm gonna be responsible right now."
"Huh! W-What?" The boy took a step closer. "What are you doing!" He dropped his beloved board. "Clarence!" He gestured towards it, a smug expression and lit his features. "Are you-?"
"Get on." That tone was one everyone was familiar with. Confident and with a slightly crazed look in his eyes, tone low and unwavering to the danger ahead. It was like staring down "You're gonna live a day in the life of Kick Buttowski."
"I'm gonna what!" He started to push her towards Ol' Blue. "Oh no. I know that look. OH NO. OH NO NONONO!" She shook her head vigorously. "Not this again! I don't think I can do this again!"
"You said you were jealous of me." Kick smirked. "I'm not sure why. But I have a feeling you've always wanted to do something like this. Am I wrong?"
"Clarence! Cut it out! I'm not going to ride this stupid skateboard!"
"Did I hear wrong when you said you were scared of having fun?"
With you yes! She wanted scream. "I'm not scared of this! I just don't want to ride this! I don't want to-"
"I think you should take a day off from fun police duty for once." He raised an eyebrow. "Or are you too scared of not doing things as they are 'supposed to be'?"
She bit her lip, completely unsure of who to yield to, her heart or her head. Then she tilted her nose to the air, that familiar haughty air returned just for a moment. "Okay. But only if you agree to spend a day in my shoes too."
Kick started. No way. The fact that she easily gave in to this is proof enough right? But… "As boring as that sounds…Daredevils never say no to a challenge. You're on." I said I was going to figure out what Kendall's problem is.
Slowly, they reached out and shook the other's hand in agreement. And then…with a squeak of his yellow gloves, he abruptly pushed her completely on the board before she even had a moment to think about where this new adventure would take them, causing her to flounder for balance. "Hang on!" He took the front of the board with his small frame. She screamed, hands flapping wildly until she desperately clung to his head.
"W-Wait! KICK! You can't cross the street now!"
"Too late." He placed a foot to the sidewalk, stance ready for takeoff, trademark grin just as steady.
"But the crosswalk says not to cross!"
"There's no cars. Don't worry." He kicked off the sidewalk as she did her best to balance.
"But jaywalking-!"
"Fun police." He reminded her. "You're doing it again."
"Grrah! Fine." She pouted. "But I don't like this."
"If it's one thing daredevils know how to do." Kick ollied up onto the other side, he heard her gasp as her hands dug into his shoulder. "It's how to have fun. And because you're terrible at it." He steered them just a hair's breadth away from a mailbox. "I'm going to teach you. You're going to live on the edge."
"I don't like the sound of that." Kendall gulped. "No living on the edge please. Maybe…maybe fun because I agreed to fun but…No daredeviling!"
"We shook on it! A day of Kick Buttowski. That means daredeviling. There's no chickening out now. And you've done this before remember. You made it. Don't worry. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride."
"Clarence." She narrowed her eyes. "I've seen you crash plenty of times. You almost killed us last time I did this."
"I'm wearing a helmet. I'll be fine." That was when he decided to kick things up a notch and use someone's cardboard recycling on the curb as a ramp…from which to hurl them straight towards a parked car. His gloves crackled with his cracking fingers of pure excitement, smirk zealous, body expertly taking in a subconscious calculation as his body leaned forward! I learned something today. I'd never admit it, to Gunther maybe... But I kind of don't mind trying to cheer Kendall up. I feel like I have to make it up to her somehow. That ERKkiss that messed things up for her and Jackie? That reason I made her somehow 'jealous' of me? And that reason she doesn't really want to get to know me yet is agreeing to spending the day with me. I feel like I want to know why. Gunther was right. I have gone... soft.
"BUT I'M NOT WEARING A HELMET! CLARENCEEE!" Her horrified scream could be heard from miles away. JUST WHY DID I AGREE TO THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS?
Meanwhile:
Jackie couldn't figure it out. Her bloodhound sense of smell when it came to Kick's musk of awesome was never wrong! Yet for reasons she couldn't fathom…his scent was too faint for her to locate. Whining like a put out hound, nose to ground, she redoubled, scouring the area till- "YES! I'VE FOUND YOU!" His scent, though slightly different in its usual musk as it smelled a hint nervous, was located again and she nearly flipped with glee. And off she shot like a creepy, bullet in the direction of the library.
"The library! What would Kick be doing in the library! That's just so…" Close up of her narrowed eyes. "WRONG." She paced outside the locked doors, smooshing her face against the glass, peering in to the darkened room yelling a muffled. "KICK! ARE YOU IN THERE! BE CAREFUL THAT SHE-DEMON KKENNDDALLL MIGHT STILL BE IN THERE! So brave!" She brought clasped hands to her face as her expression sparkled in admiration. "He's going to face her, his captor head on! That's so KICK! HEHEHEHEHE~! I wonder if I can have whatever this blackmail is if it's like a picture of his hair or…HEY! WAIT!" Wind carried a new scent to her nostrils, causing her nose twitch like a spastic worm. "His scent just got all mixed with…HERRRR's. The scent of snobbynessss." She suddenly arched her back in a hiss like a cat.
Anger almost made her take off like a bolt in the direction of the smells but something caught her eye. "What's thatttt!" Curious, she trotted up to the trashcan. She spotted a tween magazine. Curious as to its mixed odor a la Kick and a la EWGIRL she picked it up, flipping though the pages until she noticed the dogearred page. "Ohoho! What have we got heeerreee! A quiz? OH I know this handwriting! It can only be HERRR. What's this abouuuu….t…" Jackie went silent.
"No…way…" She murmured, a blend of shock, horror, disgust, anger, confusion. And then she settled on a new feeling. "I've got the blackmail on her." She whispered ever so slowly. And a slow, eerie grin took residence on her features, and she laughed. "OHOHO! This is going to be good. OHHHHHHH YEAH. I'll use this, free Kick, and the world will thank me later for saving our hero, the world's greatest daredevil KICK BUTTOWSKI!" She raised a fist into the air as the wind kicked up, turning all the pages like phantom fingers. "There is just noooo WAY I'd believe that Kick would kiss her! NO WAY!"
TO BE CONTINUED…
End Note: DEAR GAWD WHY WAS THAT SO LONG AND TOO MUC HDIALOG! SEE! I told you I wasn't happy with this ending of the chapter. Sigh. Oh well. Sorry! And I also apologize at how OOC this is! But since it's never happened and I've only seen how freaked out or scared they are in certain situations in current episodes I had to take a stab at it blindly. I'm trying to keep the realistic perspective that they are these adorable middle schoolers but with developing maturing minds and understanding of people completely different from themselves.
I know there will probably be people going 'WHY THE POO DID SHE SUDDENLY DECIDE AW HECK WITH IT AND GO WITH KICK EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS SO ADAMENT AGAINST IT! YOU MAKE NO SENSE SAM!' I know I know. But I feel like…she just kind of gave in to the temptation he was offering. I mean imagine if the person you like whom you've always fought with (with some moments) suddenly came out of his way for you and wanted to understand you. What if he offered a chance for you to suddenly embrace a side of you, you've always pushed away because you found it wouldn't be 'acceptable' to the goody two shoes image you portray. It's too difficult to say no. It may seem like 'she's cheating on Ronaldo just like you said she wouldn't' but she has no intention of pursing a relationship with him. She only let slip she's jealous of him. There is no confession, nor does she intend to ever let that slip. Heck she doesn't think Kick likes her at all. We don't either. She's just going to let go of her mind's control...out of a weak moment...she's not going to let herself any further than trying out a side of herself she's always wanted to have free. Kick's there. But what can you do when someone you like is cheering you up! I MEAN REALLY!
Ahh another theory of mine to be explained but please just skip ahead if that's boring okay! XD
I keep hearing fans rant about how Kendall is cheating on Ronaldo. But ya know to meee, she's not. She's just confused. She thinks she's supposed to be dating someone like her, someone upstanding and intelligent like her. But as hard as she tries to keep the relationship going…she keeps coming back to Kick, someone she's maybe even a little jealous of. Cheating on Ronaldo would be if she purposely intended to pursue Kick and purposely went out of her way (not the fakeout makeout stuff or Kick's desperate attempt to flee danger stuff) to have a relationship. I don't see that.
She's a middle school girl! She's trying hard to not like someone and to like someone who she knows is who she should be with. But here's the thing. Coming from someone who's liked 'the rebel/bad boy type' and who is considered the 'studious, goody-two-shoes type' lol, it's hard to distance yourself even though you know everyone else will be shocked or unsupportive of your affections. You struggle with not associating with that person. You have a hard time trying to push away your feelings, saying 'it's impossible, I'm not supposed to like someone as reckless or irresponsible'. And while I moved on as I was a middle schooler then too lol and Kick is wayyyy different from my real life circumstance and it wasn't a 'I 3 soandso' but just a crush aahah, she can't help what she feels.
Now (writing from a new perspective after 'Detained'), she understands her feelings…she's going to make a few new changes so we should expect them to come. Most likely she will have to leave Ronaldo. Because I don't think she's that cruel. I don't think middle school relationships work out for very long anyways lol! What happens after that will be a mystery~ She could just force herself from Kick or…welllllll….you can't help who you 'love' anyways! XD
So don't be too harsh on her guys! In my opinion anyways. Who knows, maybe she'll grow like me to where she starts to not care what others think of her and be more true to who she really is all the while still doing good with priorities but being more free to accept other possibly unfavorable parts of her personality and being happy. Like that farting ability of hers. AHAHAH! NOVEL OUT PUH-EACE! Geez. Get a life Sam. Stop thinking about two middle schooler's love life!