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So I decided to do a multi-shot for the 12 days of Christmas! Wish me luck guys! I got this idea from Pirulina. Check her out!
This one is called "The 12 Tries of Christmas
The gang was in the dojo practicing karate like they always do, aka Jerry eating corn dogs, Rudy screaming his head off, Milton doing next year's science homework, Jack working the bowstaff, and Kim beating the guts out of the dummies. Christmas decorations were thrown around the dojo in an unorderly fashion-Bobby Wasabi style.
Jack took a quick break to grab a drink of water, but ended up getting distracted… by Kim. Jerry seeing Jack in a trance once again and having finished his corn dogs decided to go over and "wake Jack up."
"Yo, bro, why don't you just ask her out already?" Jerry punched Jack in the arm, swinging his hand back and forth in pain, while also getting a punch in the gut from, surprise, Jack's reflexes.
"You know why, Jerry. She isn't just some girl, she's Kim. Badass, cheer captain, popular, smart, she's got it all." Jack replied finally shaken out of his "dreamy" state.
"You forgot hot." Jerry received another blow to the stomach, this one harder than the first.
"Kim's not hot, she's beautiful, and I'd gladly hurt somebody who says otherwise." Jack stated with utter truth behind his words.
"Fine, bro, but if you don't get her soon someone else will. You know, that gives me an idea." Jerry's face brightened up.
"Well, that would be a first." Jack got a pointed look from Jerry- a rarity. "Fine, fine, what's the idea?"
"I bet you that you can't get Kim to be your girlfriend by the end of Christmas day."
"A bet, Jerry, really? What are we in…"
"I'll bet you my road demon you can't do it." Jack gave Jerry a look, toys like that were taken very seriously.
"You're not joking about this are you?" Jack saw the seriousness in Jerry's face. "Fine, and I'll bet you mine."
"Okay, shake on it."
The boys shook and then moved to opposite sides of the dojo, Jack to use the bathroom, and Jerry out the door to get more corn dogs.
Milton walked over to Kim as she kicked over the last dummy. She dusted off her hands and wiped the sweat off her brow.
"What do you think that was about." He asked her as she started resetting the dummies to their original positions.
"I don't know, probably just Jerry betting Jack on how many corn dogs he could eat." Kim shook her head. "I swear that boy will set the world record for most corn dogs eaten, but Jack will win the money because of some stupid bet Jerry made. Speaking of Jack, where is he?"
"Oh, worried about your little boyfriend?"
"He's not my boyfriend!" Kim threw her hands up in the air accidentally knocking over the ginger. As Milton got back to his feet again, thanks to Kim's pull, almost pulling his arm off, he said to her:
"Fine, but don't go telling me that when the mistletoe comes out."
"Oh, come on. The one Rudy made doesn't count. And it's not like Jack likes me."
"You know what, I smell a bet too. I bet you can't last until Christmas without either becoming Jack's girlfriend or kissing him."
"Oh, I so can last that long, you wait and see!"
"Fine, I bet you $100 that you can't do it."
"Likewise!"
Both stormed away from each other, Kim to the change rooms and Milton to Falafel Phil's.
Jack finally came out of the bathroom and returned to his bowstaff. He couldn't concentrate though because the bet was on his mind. How was he supposed to get Kim to go out with him? I guess it was time for him to up his game; a lot. He'll try everything, just to win this bet. It's not that the road demon was important- no matter how awesome it was. This was because Jerry was right, some other guy could come along and sweep Kim off her feet and he'd be left in the dusk. He wouldn't be able to live with that, Kim needed to be his and only his. That and he had to keep his rep. Jack Brewer does not lose bets.
He ended up concentrating on his routine a lot more, attempting to master every part of it. He ended up getting really sweaty because Rudy turned up the heat in the dojo because southern California was finally getting some cold weather. Jack took his shirt off and placed to on the bench as he went to get another drink of water.
Kim then came out of the locker room, changed back into her normal, everyday clothes. Her hair was down, and it was in small waves from the messy bun she had in her hair. She looked around the dojo, discovering that Rudy had gone back in his office and that Jerry had left, like Milton. Then her eyes landed on Jack. Or should she say a hot, shirtless Jack. This bet might be harder than she thought.
Jack looked up and noticed that Kim had come back in the dojo. His eyes roamed her body, from her long legs, to the ripples in her blonde hair. He sucked a breath before starting over to her, and no, he did notice her staring back at him. This caused a chuckle to escape his mouth. No reason not to get a head start on this bet.
"Hey, I notice you staring. Would that be by any chance at my abs?" Jack gave Kim a sly smile.
Kim gulped in a breath. "What abs? All I see is a poor excuse for a chest." A smirk appeared across her lips.
Jack covered his heart with his hands. "Oh, how you hurt me! Why Kimmy, why?" Kim gave him an exasperated look.
"I told you not to call me Kimmy! You know I don't like people calling me that!"
"Please?" Jack gave Kim his best puppy eyes. "It could be only me." Kim was dying looking into his puppy eyes. It was just too hard to be strong.
"Fine, but if anyone else calls me that, they'll get flipped in a split second." Jack smiled, that was completely okay with him, being the only one to get to call her Kimmy. Now that's accomplishment if anything.
They stared into each other's eyes for a little while, both enjoying a moment of peace with the one they loved. Then Kim remembered her bet. She quickly shook herself out of her trance, and stepped back collecting her stuff that she had dropped on the floor. She threw a quick goodbye over her shoulder to Jack before rushing out of the dojo.
Jack stood there for a moment, watching Kim's form as she ran out of the courtyard. He then shook his head. He's gonna have a lot of work to do if he wants to win this bet.
So that's pretty much it. See you next time! Review!