Hola! I'm back with a one-shot, drabble, whatever you want to call it! I just kind of whipped this up, so enjoy!

*Disclamer: I do not own Kickin It (insert cute sad puppy face)

Sparks

You know when you read a book or watch a movie, and when they are describing the main characters feeling "sparks" or fireworks when their lips touch? Those feelings aren't fake.

Their damn real.

I didn't want these feels. They just came whenever I'm around her. Her. The girl with the golden locks and flawless skin. The girl that always lights up the room when she walks in. The girl that can take a frown off anyone's face when she smiles at them, her pearly white teeth shining into their eyes. She's the reason I feel these feels. She's the reason I laugh and smile with people, not just her. She's the reason I'm guilty of this. She's like a disease. You can take as much medicine as you want, but their will always be a trance of it in your bloodstream. She will never go away. Never.

She's already in my freaking heart and I…love it.

I love it when I get to hug her waist and whisper comforting words in ear when she's mad. I love it when I secretly slip my hand into hers when we walk at the park. I love it when I can just pull her into my arms, instant warmth taking over my entire body as she buries her head into my chest. I love it when I'm only with her and we go to the pet store just to see cute little puppies. I love it when we volunteer at the nursery home and the residents tell me that I'm a lucky man and I should never hurt her. I love it when she plays with my fingers and I play with her hair. And I really it when I press a gentle kiss on her lips, fireworks and sparks going off in my body at the same time. But the thing I love the most is…

Her

And that's it! As always, R.R. and F.F!

Peace,

~Maji