Author's Note:

Hey! It's another Friday, and it's another update. I've gotten more reviews and I read every single one with so much joy. Thank you so much for reading. This chapter will sort of be an opener to the secrets said in the summary. There will be a little bit of drama, but do not hate any of the characters. All of them are equally important. I hope you love it! Or like it! Or want to read it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It and Disneyworld.

Jack's P.O.V

After Kim and I had our little field trip to the lake, we walked back to my house to spend some "quality" time together. On our journey, Kim pointed out to me that she thought she saw Donna Tobin at the lake with us.

"No. Donna doesn't go anywhere alone. She doesn't even go to the lake. Does she even know there's a lake in Seaford?" I added.

"I don't know. But she gave us some pretty intense stares while we were there," Kim said.

"How can you be sure? There are a lot of brunettes here. You probably saw someone that looked like Donna."

"Yeah. I guess you're right. It's probably just my imagination," She said nearly convinced to what I said.

We interlocked fingers with our clothes in hand. Kim stopped me to go put on her shirt and jeans. I don't even know why we were walking around a park half naked with a bunch of eight-year-olds around. Probably not the best idea. I decided to put on my jeans so I could be a little bit more normal with my wardrobe.

Kim looked at me with a smile that I couldn't help but blush to. She had one of those warm smiles that light up a room. Her smile makes her eyes seem bigger and browner. It makes her face glow with such youth and healthiness.

Kim and I strolled back to my humble abode and took separate showers. Of course, I was out first. All guys need to do is wash their hair and body. Girls most likely go through this ritual of standing for ten minutes then slowly wash then condition then shave then rinse then rewash then rerinse then stand for another ten minutes thinking about rainbows and unicorns. Then after that they blow dry their hair. But what do I know? I'm just a simple boy who has a mother.

While Kim was in the guest room shower, I walked around the house for any clues of extra life. I.e. my mother.

I checked the kitchen, all clear. I checked the living room, nothing. I checked the basement, nada. I checked her room, empty. I even checked the garage, no car. So this means she actually went to girls' night. Which leads to me and Kim having some alone time for another 10 hours.

I heard the water in the bathroom turn off, I ran upstairs before Kim went into my room and acted natural. Turns out my acting natural is sticking my head in the closet for no apparent reason.

"What are you doing?" I heard a familiar voice ask.

"Oh you know. Just inspecting my shoes," I said lamely.

I turned around to see Kim only wrapped in a towel that went down to here mid thighs. She shifted uncomfterably and put one hand on the part of the towel that kept it wrapped. Her hair was already dry but her legs still had dots of water on them.

"Are you alright?" She asked.

"I really don't know," I confessed. "How did you get your hair dry so quickly?"

"It's called a hair drier, and I have pretty thin hair so it doesn't take that long," she replied.

I nodded and grabbed her hands. Something came over me and I kissed her vigorously. Somehow, the towel fell off. I bet Kim didn't wrap it tight enough. Or at all. But that didn't matter to me. What was left on me was my boxers that I put on after I took a 3 minute shower, and Kim seemed to be catching on to the idea. She took them off so fast, I didn't realize they were off until I felt the heat of our naked bodies pressed against each other.

Our hands wrapped in each other's hair, sweat started to pour out of us, oxygen was barely available.

The rest of the night went by with a blur. I was so distracted by Kim's beautiful body, that I wasn't focused on anything else. A thought crossed over me, "You must really love this girl. You have wanted to do that with her for as long as you can remember and you don't remember a single moment of it because she is so damn sexy." That thought occurred to be true. But the voice was more angry than happy. But I'm a teenage boy. That stuff is normal to us, right?

I opened my eyes to see Kim lying next to me. Her body was bare, and so was mine. What did we do last night? I looked over to the clock to see it was 2:57 am. Oh no. My mom will be here any minute. I hopped out of bed like a rocket taking off. I grabbed the first clothing I found on the ground: my boxers, sweat pants, and a Disneyworld t-shirt. I quickly put them on. 2:58. I shook Kim like there was no tomorrow and she shot up the same way I did.

"What?" She asked groggily.

"My mom will be here any second," I replied.

Her eyes widened 10 times bigger. She searched the ground for her underwear, jeans, and ruffle shirt. It would have been smart to turn on a light. That would have made things quicker. But it was almost 3 in the morning and we adolescents couldn't think straight. 2:59. I opened the window and saw my mom's car pull up near our driveway. Kim stuck one leg out and kissed my quickly.

"I had a great time last night," Kim said.

"Me too," I added like I knew exactly what she was talking about.

She hopped onto the tree branch outside and climbed down it like the ninja she was.

I let out a relieved sigh and lied down on my bed. My door swung open and I saw my mom standing in the doorway. She turned on my light and looked at me. This was a first, she wasn't wasted.

"Hi, Mom. Did you have fun?" I asked as tired as I could.

"Yeah. It was ok. But Cindy didn't bring any wine or champagne so it was pretty low key." Well that explained why she wasn't drunk. Her eyes looked around my room. She looked awkward.

"Did you have a nightmare?" she asked referring to my thrown around sheets.

"I guess. I don't exactly remember," I said.

"Oh. Well was Kim over?"

"Yeah. But we went to the lake and she showered here. So nothing really happened but us hanging out."

"Mhmm." She walked over to the side of my bed, bent over, and picked up a black lace bra. "Then why is this here?"

My mouth dropped open. How can a teenage girl forget her bra? I mean, really? Why did this happen to me?

"I guess she forgot it after she took a shower?" I said in a questionable tone.

"Yeah. You had sex didn't you?"

"Well, uh, uhm, you see, uh, I-"

"You don't remember do you?" she said as if she was reading my mind.

"Not really," I confessed.

A smile broke on her face. "It's about time my boy became a man!"

"Excuse me?"

"I have been waiting for this moment. Jeez, boy, what took you so long?"

"Come again?" I asked in shock.

"That was for your dad. This is for me: why? You are too young."

I tried to survive through this multiple personality phase with my mom at the moment.

"I'm confused," I confessed.

"You are grounded! Good night!" she walked out and turned off my light. I was left sitting in the darkness about what just happened. I slammed the back of my head on the pillow and fell asleep instantly.