Hello Guys! This is the sequel to Kickin It: Jack Down! Stuck! I hope you guys enjoy the first chapter to this sequel, and don't forget to review! Thanks! Sorry the first chapter took so long!

Sincerely,

Angela

Oh yeah: Wait, do I even have to say it?! Yes, cause a fifteen year-old girl from Canada would own an American Disney XD show. Yes, she definitely would.

Kim Crawford's POV

I stared at the phone screen below me. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. Who would hate us so much to do this? What do we have against whoever is blackmailing us? "We should…get back to…uh…Phil's." Jack finally said.

"Yeah, w…we should. Yeah" I replied. I stuck my phone in my pocket, and we joined the others in Phil's, and they were smiling, laughing, and still congratulating me. If they knew what was happening now, they wouldn't be smiling. I sat down, plastering a fake smile on my face. What was I to do…I thought. Everyone talked for forty-five minutes longer, until my Dad finally spoke up, saying we had to get going. Yes, it was Friday night, but, that black-mail video kind of shot all of my social being and joy out of me for the evening. The guys and I said our goodbyes for the day, and after that, we started to make out ways home.

I hopped into my Dad's Sedan, and as we driving home, I made small conversation with my Dad and Sister, but, nothing really big. "How do you know when to kick, at the exact moment?" My sister, Nicki, asked curiously. What a different question. I never really thought about it. "I guess, practise. Knowing which moves to do as you practise them millions of times." I replied.

"Kind of like me and cheerleading." Nicki boasted.

"Hey!" I snapped jokingly. "I do cheerleading, too!"

"Well, when I'm your age, I'll be better at cheerleading then you are right now."

I rolled my eyes. When my sister is a freshman, she'll be the Queen Bee, the girl who does Dance perfectly, lands each gymnastics routine perfectly, will be dating a guy from the football team for all of high school and will be the cheer captain from freshman to senior year. Her and her football-player boyfriend will be the "highschool couple" and be those perfect people. Perfect, she'll be Miss Perfect. See what I did there? Perfect, Miss Perfect? Lame, yes.

The car pulled into house, and we all piled out of the car. I trudged myself in my house, and up to my bedroom. I threw my bag on the floor, and laid myself on my perfectly made bed. Thoughts trained through my mind, like every single possibility of what was going on. When something doesn't go right, I over think everything. I think of every single ittie-bittie situation, then keep myself up all night, not sleep, be exhausted the next morning, have a headache, get sick, then get better, then I repeat. It's a never ending cycle when I stressed about something. It's how I "deal with stress".

The night droned on, with nothing really exciting happening. It was a typical night. I groaned at the fact I had to go to school tomorrow, but then I had a wonderful thought: Tomorrow was Saturday…I smiled.

At about 9 o-clock I was hit with a wave of exhaustion. I almost fell asleep on my father's lap at about 9:10. Due to that, I went to bed early that night, and the next morning, I woke up at eleven forty-five.

I laid in bed for another ten minutes, then brought myself to coming out of bed. I hauled my body out of my bedroom, and trudged down stairs. My sister was watching TV and my Dad was watching it with her, forcibly. "You look disgusting." My sister commented right as I entered the living room-kitchen. Geez, thanks sis. I thought.

"Morning, honey." My Dad said. "There's some things in the fridge."

"Thanks, Dad." I told him. I walked over to the fridge, and saw some random stuff. Like from pudding to squash. I took a yogurt cup and went over to the pantry, taking some toast, popping it in the toaster. After breakfast, I propped myself on the couch. No way I was going anywhere on a Saturday morning. My sister was watching some weird show, so I went up to my bedroom. I laid on my very unmade bed, taking the remote and flicking on the TV. I flicked on some show, and Million Dollar Matchmaker was on. I actually liked this show. It was entertaining. Each show was an hour long, and today, there was a marathon. Hey, I'd eventually get up, when it came the time that I had to.

Later through the day, I was still watching Million Dollar Matchmaker. I heard my door creak open, and I moved my head in the direction of the door. It was none other than Jack limping in. Great…I thought. I was in my pyjamas, my hair was a mess, I had no make-up on, and I looked like a hobo. Greattt. "Hey," Jack said. "Woah, lazy day?" He questioned. I nodded my head. He looked at the TV. "Million Dollar Matchmaker?" He asked.

"How do you…" I started to answer.

"My Mom's addicted to that show. She watches it whenever it's on."

"Jack, you know, if you called or texted I could show you a presentable version of myself."

"Kim, you look fine."

"I look like a hobo."

"I'll love in your worst, I'll love you in your best."

"You're cheesy."

"So what? You love me anyway."

"Lil' bit."

"Dork."

"Dorker."

"Just kiss me already." He leaned down, pecking me on the lips. "Are you even going to move from that bed or do I have to drag you?"

"Where are we going?"

"Park."

"With the guys?"

"Nope. They're paintballing today. We're going to the park together."

"Why couldn't we go paint balling?"

" 'Cause I can't go and I know you'd be nice enough to spend the day with me rather than leaving me out" Jack said. I smiled. At least he was being honest.

"Alright, how about you leave my bedroom so I can get ready for the day, then we can go the park." Jack just smirked in reply and left my room. I picked out some simple skinny jeans and a pink floral tank top, and put a long sleeve dark green cardigan over it. I looked in my large mirror, and my hair was an absolute mess. Gosh Kim…I thought. I walked out of my bedroom, and I saw Jack leaning against the wall, smiling. What was he looking at? "What?" I asked.

"Nothing, you just look amazing today." Jack told me. Why was this boy so cheesy? Whatever, he was mine.

"Why are you so cheesy?" I question him.

"Because, that's just who I am." He replied. "Cause Baby I was born this way! I'm perfect in my own way 'cause…" He started to sing. See, what'd I tell you? DORK!

"Dork." I mumbled, loud enough for Jack to hear me, obviously.

"Oh stop, you're too kind." He replied sarcastically. I'm sorry the dork-o-meter on Jack has exploded. Dork overload.

Ignoring Jack's dorky-ness, I went in the bathroom to do my hair. I grabbed my hair straightener, and went for a simple straight-hair look. Whatever. After doing that, I brushed my hair and teeth, did the whole nine yards, and stepped out of the bathroom. There was Jack, and his stupid cheeky little grin on his face. "Would you stop looking at me like that!" I yelled.

"Nope." He replied, then grinned more. Dork. Dork. Dork.

I went downstairs, and Jack limped down like a wounded bird. "Oh look who's decided to show up." My Dad said as Jack and I entered.

"I'm going out, kay?" I told my Dad as I got my shoes from the closet.

"Alright, you know what time to be home by." My told me.

"Yup!" I yelled to him then ran out the door. Jack and I went to the park, and when we arrived there, we started to go around. Jack sat down at a park bench, and I sat beside him. He looked at me.

We were at the park for about half an hour until we got bored. We moved on from there, and decided to see a movie. At Jack's house. We arrived at his very large house, and no one was home, they were out, obviously. We went in his living room, and decided to watch "Iron Man". Jack said he liked superhero movies. I didn't blame him, I did too. He slipped the disk into the disk player, and it started to play. Jack skipped the previews, and then pressed play when the movie menu came up.

It started to play, and my eyes were glued to the screen the entire time. This movie was just really interesting! At about an hour through the movie, Jack was about asleep. How could he fall asleep to this amazing movie! I paused the movie. I decided to have fun with this. I thought of pouring water on him, but, I wouldn't want his couch to get wet. I went beside the couch, and popped up. "JACK!" I yelled close to his ear. He jolted awake, and rolled off the couch.

I laughed. "Oh…my…!" I attempted to say in between breaths. I laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed. I laughed too hard. I felt my knees go weak, that was just too funny. I fell on the ground, holding my stomach. I got up, and went over to Jack. He had his arms crossed. I giggled. Jack looked angry. "Come on, Jack." I said. "Don't be mad, it was funny. You would've done the same thing to me."

He uncrossed his arms, and smiled. "Fine. It was kind of funny."

I poked him. "Really Funny," I pleaded him to say.

"No." He replied.

"C'mon, admit it."

"Nope."

I stood up straight, and crossed my arms. I wouldn't un-cross them until Jack would admit it. "Jack. Admit it. Now." I demanded.

"No."

I then thought of a way to admit it. The cute puppy-dog-eyes trick that most girls inhabited. I uncrossed my arms, and looked up at him with the pleading puppy-dog eyes that could make anyone admit something. "Please…" I said to Jack cutely.

He sighed a frustrating sigh. "Fine!" He yelled. "It was really funny."

"Haha! Yes! You admitted it!" I rubbed it in Jack's face. I then started to dance around him taunting in a singing voice, 'You admitted it! You admitted it!' like a little kid would do. He crossed his arms again, looking mad. It wouldn't last.

After the movie, it was about 4:30. "Hey, want to have supper at my house?" Jack asked as we were taking everything back upstairs from the basement.

"Um, sure. " I replied. I took my phone from my pocket, and texted my Dad telling him I was eating at Jack's house. I heard a house phone ring, and Jack limped over to a phone, picking it up.

"Uh, okay. Yeah, sure." I heard Jack say. He put the phone down, and looked disappointed.

"What's wrong?" I asked, going towards him.

"My Mom's eating at her friend Michelle's house." He said. What was so bad about that?

"So?" I replied.

"I was just hoping she'd be home for supper." I shrugged. He took some Pasta from the cupboard. He got a pot, and filled it with water, then Jack let it to a boil. Suddenly, I got a text. It read; "Don't forget Kimmy, I'll be watching at school on Monday ;) By the way, Watch what you do in public, Kimberly ;)" I frowned. I kind of avoided trying to think about Jack and I's black-mailer until now.

"Jack," I said, trying to get his attention. He faced me. "Look." I showed him the mysterious text message I received.

"Our blackmailer," Jack thought out loud.

"Yeah, no kidding!" I replied.

"I'm just saying…" He tried to defend himself. I heard my phone buzz, and Jack looked down at the phone screen. "It says, 'You and Jack looked awfully cute t'day. At the park, so cute, Hm. I'll be using that.'" He read. "Using what?" Jack though out loud. What could he use?I thought.

"I…I… have no idea." I tried to come up with something, but, I couldn't. I don't know what he could use. "Make supper." I ordered Jack, trying to get off the mysterious texts and blackmailing issues.

Jack opened his cupboard door, and got another pot. He took some spaghetti sauce, and a spice, and put the sauce in the pot, then sprinkled the spice in. I stood back, and smiled. I found it so cute how he could cook. "When did you learn how to cook?" I asked, with a large smile on my face.

"My Mom taught me when she had a job that made her work a lot. She taught me so I could cook for myself." He replied. I found it cute how he could cook. Later, after we ate, Jack and I walked back to my house, and then went home.

That evening, I watched a movie on Netflix, on my computer. I went to bed pretty late, but, I woke up the next day around eleven. I spent the entire Sunday watching TV and movies. I wanted to spend the day Stress-Free because the next day was going to be one of the worst. Around 2 p.m., I decided to get off my butt, and do something productive, so I went for a thirty-minute run around the neighborhood.

Later, I just had supper with my family, and watched a couple movies. I went to bed around ten thirty, and the entire time I was thinking about what I was unprepared for tomorrow. Around eleven, I fell asleep.

A/N: So, this was the FIRST chapter of Stuck! How'd you guys like it? It like, took forever to write. Sorry about that. Stupid School. BUT, I'm done now, so, it gives me more time to write! Yay! Honestly, the first chapter of this story wasn't as I expected it when I thought of this Sequel, but, I'm honestly glad how it turned out. I decided to take a break from the Drama in this story. Even though this took forever to write, I thought this story could ease off on the drama. I wanted a non-dramatic, non-gushy love chapter, so, I put in an original Kick chapter! Oh yeah, on another note, It's been over a year since I posted the first chapter of Kickin It: Jack Down! Holy Cheese! I just CANNOT believe I've come so FAR in my writing! Wow-e! Like, ohmagoshman. Okay, I'm done my rant. Don't remember to REVIEW! That would be super cool of you guys. Like, totally cool of you guys. Alright, before I end this unnormally long A/N, I want to ask, do you guys even READ my A/N's? I'm just wondering. These make connect with you guys! You should read them! Okay, that's all. Have a super cool rest of the day, and don't forget to smile! A Smile a day, keeps the sadness away!

Peace:D

~Angela