Hey guys! I thought about this idea a long time ago, like when I first started reading FanFic, so I decided to give it a shot. Trust me, I am updating Crestfall really really soon! But please be patient with me. God I hate asking that, but I just started school and I have ALOT of homework. I know right, just when school starts I have homework. School sucks ): AND a new Kickin it doesn't even come out until september! I don't know what day it is, my friend on here told me the 3rd, on the wikia it says the 10th, I just want them to show it now! Grr.. Anywho, I do not own Kickin it or any other products/places in this story. Rated T for later on in the story.

full summary- Kim Crawford has always been living in the shadow of her mega famous sister, Macy Crawford. Her parents barely even acknowledge her, except for when she's in trouble. The only friends she's ever had just used her to get closer to Macy. Kim is tired of being invisible and wants someone to notice her. But when someone finally does, is it happily ever after, or a huge mistake?

Kim's POV

I cheered loudly as my sister, Macy Crawford, belted out the last note in her hit single, 'If Only'. (I just thought of that right now I have no idea if its a song or not.) The crowd screamed and hollered as Macy flashed her million dollar smile then headed backstage to greet my family and I. She walked over to me with a huge smile on her face. "How was that? Was it okay?" She asked nervously. I laughed and pulled her in for a hug. "Yes! It was amazing! Stop stressing!" I teased.

She let our a sigh of relief and giggled. "Good. Now wheres mom and dad?" She asked. I pointed over to her manager Kyle Berkley, who was furiously tapping something onto his Iphone while my father barked into his bluetooth and my mother was speaking to wardrobe. She nodded and we both walked over to our parents. Once they acknowledged Macy's present they dropped everything they were doing and gave her huge hugs. "Great job sweetheart!" My mom gushed.

My father kissed her forehead. "I'm so proud of you, Mace!" He congratulated, using her childhood nickname. I stood there awkwardly, playing with the hem of my shirt. My mother turned to me and her smile instantly faded. "Oh. Hello Kimberly." She greeted emotionless. I waved. "Kim, go get my my coffee. Its in Macy's dressing room." My dad demanded. Same old, same old I thought to myself.

Your probably a bit confused. Well, let me explain. My name is Kimberly Anne Crawford, but most people call me Kim. I have a fraternal twin sister, and her name is Macy Nicole Crawford. Macy is one of the most famous popstars out there and she has an amazing voice. I loved my sister with all my heart, and I don't know where I would be without her. My parents on the other hand? There a whole other story.

You see, ever since I was little, my parents have always favored Macy. She was always Miss Popular, and everyone practically worshiped her. I was always pushed aside, shunned, forgotten. My parents barely even know I exist, let alone care. The only thing they care about is Macy and her career. They only time my parents actually speak to me is when i'm in trouble or have to do there dirty work.

Awful, I know. But when you've lived this life for 15 years, you have to get used to it. Or at least pretend to, like I do. But in all honesty, it's not that easy trying to get used to being ignored all the time and hated by your own parents. I can't even remember the last time they gave me a hug or said they loved me or that they were proud of me. Everything I did was never good enough in their eyes, no matter how hard I try. To my parents, I was just some girl who lived in their house and ate there food, not their daughter. And let me tell you, I really hated my life.

I sighed and nodded obediently. I quickly made my way over to Macy's dressing room, bumping into none other than Zach Mitchell, my sisters boyfriend, on the way there. "Watch it, loser." He hissed. I rolled my eyes. "Macy is backstage with my parents." I told him. He nodded and walked away. Zach Mitchell was a famous actor, and one of the most arrogant selfish jerks I have ever met in my entire life. I'm still dumbfounded by how Macy even finds him remotely attractive. I mean sure he's cute, but all he talks about is himself.

I tore open the door and looked around the large dressing room. Clothes were thrown miscellaneously around the room, sheets of paper stacking up on a nearby desk, and empty coke cans and fast-food bags were crowding up her trash can. I snickered at how much of a slob my sister was. I spotted my fathers drink and picked up the uncapped cup, careful not to slosh any of the brown liquid onto the floor.

I held a steady grip on the coffee as I sped walked over to my family. I finally spotted them entering the car and sighed. I tapped my father on the shoulder and he turned around. He hastily snatched the coffee away from my hand and took a long gulp. "Thanks." He spat. My sister hopped into the front seat, my father in the drivers seat, and Kyle and my mom in the back. Just as I was about to get in the car, my mom shut the door on me.

She rolled down the window, looking at me with disgust. "There's no more room in the car. There's a bus a few miles up, heres a dollar. See you at home." She tossed a dollar carelessly out the window and they sped off. I bent down and picked up the dollar, tears dotted in my eyes. My parents hate me so much they wont even drive me home.

I started aimlessly walking along the side of the road, trying hard to keep from crying. I thought all was going well, but of course the universe just hates me, because another horrible thing decided to happen: It started to rain. "Really!" I shouted at the sky. I cursed at myself for wearing a simple dress and a thin cardigan. Soon I was soaked from head to toe. I pulled the drenched sweater closer to my body, trying to conserve at least a little bit of heat. I looked around at the unfamiliar streets and tried to find a road sign, a building, anything to get me out of here.

I pulled out my phone from my back pocket and of course, it was dead. "Damn it." I mumbled. Just when I thought my night couldn't get any worse, a car zoomed by me, splashing me with a huge wave of freezing cold water. I froze. By now, I didn't give two shits if anyone was looking. I broke down and crouched onto my knees, uncontrollably sobbing. What did I do deserve this? What did I do to have everyone hate me? I bet no one would care if I died. My mind wandered off to the thoughts of suicide.

I shook my head. No Kimberly. You promised yourself, suicide is not an option I reminded myself. As tempting as it sounds, I would never commit suicide. Suddenly, I felt a hand touch my back, and I flinched. I snapped my head up, and came in contact with the most attractive guy I have ever seen. I'm being serious, this guy is like a freaking super model or something. He had chocolate brown eyes, messy brown hair, tan skin, and a perfect smile. I could tell he had a six pack, his shirt was skin tight from being soaked. Thank god for rain I thought to myself.

He offered out a muscular arm, and I sheepishly accepted. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked. I didn't even have the will to lie. I sighed. "No, i'm not." I replied quietly. "Whats wrong?" He asked. I eyed him, confused. "Why do you care?" I snapped. He shrugged. "Well, when you see a random girl crying in the middle of the street, you start to get curious." He teased. I cracked a small grin. "I'm Kim." I greeted.

I held out my hand and he shook it. "Jack. Want to tell me whats wrong?" He asked again. I wiped some tears from my cheeks, not looking at Jack. "Everyone hates me." I mumbled. "Hey," He said softly. He took his two fingers and gently lifted my chin up, forcing me to look at him. "Why does everyone hate you?" He asked. "Because of my sister, Macy." I told him. His eyes widened. "Wait, is your sister.." He asked, his voice trailing off. I exhaled annoyed. "Yes, my sister is Macy Crawford. No, I will not get you an autograph." I snapped.

He held his hands up in defense. "Hey now, no need to get hostile. Besides I don't even like your sisters music. I only know her because my sister Abigail is a HUGE fan." I ran my fingers through my sopping wet hair and sighed. "I'm sorry for snapping at you. It's just everyone whose ever been nice to me has only used me to get close to my sister." I said truthfully. "Thats awful." He said softly. I nodded. "Where are your parents?" He asked.

I felt tears starting to come back. "They ditched me on the side of the road because they hate me." My voice shook as I spoke. Before I could stop it, more tears burst out of my eyes. Jack wrapped his arms around me, his body heat radiating onto me. I cried for what felt like hours, into a strangers shoulder. I quickly pulled away after I somewhat composing myself. "Sorry." I mumbled.

He laughed. "It's okay." I sighed and pulled the drenched dollar my mother gave me out of my pocket. "Do you know where the nearest bus station is? I have to go home." I told him. I don't know if it's just the fact that I was lonely or the fact that Jack was the first person to actually pay attention to me, but I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay in the warmth of his arms again. Jeez i'm desperate.

Jack shook his head furiously. "No way. You are not taking the bus this late at night." I threw my hair up in the air. "Well how the hell else am I supposed to get home?" He smiled at me. "I'll drive you. Lucky for you, I got my license last month." I thought about how tempting his offer sounded. But then again, he could be a rapist or a sex trafficker or something. "How do I know your not going to kidnap me?" I tried. He shrugged. "That's for me to know and for you to find out. Now are you in or not?" He asked.

I stood there for a few more moments, hesitant. Finally he sighed and shook his head. "Alright. Have it your way. Good luck finding the bus station, it's about another 5 miles from here." Jack smirked and started to walk away. My eyes widened in alarm and I quickly grabbed his arm. "No, please, don't leave." I pleaded. He chuckled and intertwined my hand with his. "I will never leave you." He whispered. Our faces were so close, I could hear his steady breathing. I looked into his brown orbs, which was a mistake, because soon I was in a trance, and leaning in..

Once I finally realized what was going on, I cleared my throat and quickly moved away from him. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and I twiddled my thumbs. "S-so, should we get going?" He asked nervously. I nodded. He smiled and held out his arm. "Your carriage awaits, m'lady." He said in a fake british accent. I rolled my eyes and shoved his shoulder. "Your a dork." I joked. A mock hurt expression took over his face as he placed a hand over his heart.

Thankfully, the walk to his car was fairly quick, so we were in his car and out of the rain in no time. I rested my head against his car seat and looked out the window. "So, where is your place?" He asked. "1152 Alvada Drive." I said softly. He nodded and turned his attention back to the road. Once I was tired of staring at trees, I rolled my neck over and trained my eyes on Jack. A hard expression took over his face as he focused on the road ahead of us. The way the car lights were lit and how the moon showed through the window, he looked even more attractive then before, if that was even possible.

He looked over at me staring and smirked. "Like what you see?" He teased. I blushed and looked away. Without realizing, I started humming 'The A Team' by Ed Sheeran(I don't own, unfortunately), which soon turned into soft singing.

And they say, she's in the class A team,

Stuck in her daydream,

Been this way since 18, but lately,

Her face seems,

Slowly sinking waisting,

Crumbling like pastries,

And they scream,

The worst things in life come free to us-

I immediately stopped singing when I saw Jack was staring at me, smiling. "That was really good. You have an amazing voice." He complimented. I turned away so he couldn't see me blush. "Thanks." I said quietly. "Why don't you ever try singing? I mean your just as good as your sister." I sighed. "Because no one bothers to listen to me." An awkward silence fell over us for a while until Jack snapped his fingers. "Hey, i'm here, why don't you sing me something?" He smiled, obviously proud of his idea.

I looked down at my hands. "I-I don't know.." My voice trailed off. He looked at me with pleading eyes. "Please?" I sighed and reluctantly agreed. "Fine. But don't laugh at me." I said sternly. He held his hands up and I took a deep breath.

When you try your best but you don't succeed

When you get what you want but not what you need

When you feel so tired but you can't sleep

Stuck in reverse.

And the tears come streaming down your face

When you lose something you cant replace

When you love someone but it goes to waste

Could it be worse.

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try

To fix you.

High up above or down below

When your too in love to let it go

But if you never try you'll never know

Just what your worth

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try

To fix you. (I don't own Fix You by coldly)

I closed my eyes and sighed, fully prepared for the ridicule and harsh words I was always given. But instead of any of that, I heard clapping. I turned my head slightly to see Jack clapping his hands and smiling at me, a shocked expression on his face. "Kim, that was amazing." He said breathlessly. I rolled my eyes playfully. "Oh please. Your probably just saying that." He shook his head. "No, i'm not. I don't lie. You really are an amazing singer." I smiled.

I shook my head and let out a dry laugh. "This is going to sound crazy, but thats the first compliment anyone has ever given me." Jack's eyes widened. "Why do you put up with this?" He asked. I thought about it for a moment. "I put up with it because I have to. I don't have any friends, every single member of my family hates me, and I have no where else to go. Jack, I don't think you realize this but you've been the first person to actually be nice to me." I told him.

I thought about how wonderful it would be if I could just escape it all. If I could run away from my family and stay with someone who actually cared about me and loved me. I snorted. Yeah, like that was going to happen.

Then, I thought about tonight. As crazy as it seems, so far it's been the best night of my life. Jack is one of the first people to actually care, instead of my parents who would barely even notice if I was ran over by a bus. When I was broken down and crying in the middle of the street, Jack came in to comfort me. In a way, he's kind of like my savior.

I smiled and turned to him. "Thank you." I said softly. "For what?" He asked. "For not tossing me aside like everyone else does, and for actually bothering to listen to me instead of walking away." He smiled and shook his head. "It's just common courtesy to ask someone whats wrong." He shrugged like it was no big deal. He doesn't realize how much this all meant to me. "I guess i'm just not used to people being nice to me." I bit my lip, forcing myself not to cry again. "What about Macy?" He asked.

I shrugged. "She's my twin, she kind of has to be nice to me. But in all honesty, she's the fakest person I have ever met. She pretends to be my best friend when anyone else is around, but when it's just me and her, she will stop at nothing to make my life miserable." Hearing me say all those words sent a wave of depression over me. I was alone in this world. No one loved me, no one cared for me, no one even bothered to look at me. I let out a shaky sigh. "I just wish I knew why everyone hates me so much." I whispered. I covered my face in my hands, tears slipping out of my eyes while I let out a few sobs.

Jack rubbed my arm comfortingly. "Everyone doesn't hate you." He told me. I rolled my eyes. "Oh yeah? Name one person who doesn't." I spat. "Me." He said softly. I instantly shut my mouth. "Not now at least, but you will. Just like everyone else." I said quietly. "Kim, that's not true." I slammed my fist against the seat angrily. "Yes it is! I damn well know its true! Everyone who has ever spoken to me ends up hating my guts! Everyone I have ever known ends up leaving me! Do you realize no one has ever said they loved me? Ever? I have nobody in this world! No one cares about me and no one ever will!" I shouted.

I brought my knees up to my body and wrapped my arms around them. I buried my head in my arms, sobbing violently. I heard Jack mumble something and I felt the car come to a stop. I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and I was soon placed in Jacks lap. "Kim. Look at me." He ordered. I slowly lifted my head up. "Why are you being so guarded? Why won't you let me in? I'm trying to help you, not hurt you." He asked softly. "Because I have no idea who you are. For all I know you could end up raping me or something." I spat.

He shook his head, obviously frustrated. "Dammit Kim, not everyone hates you! You need to stop thinking about the people that do and focus on the people that don't!" He yelled. I flinched at the sound of his voice and he obviously noticed this because he looked extremely guilty after. "I know you don't know me very well, but I care about you. And If you'll let me, i'll be here for you. I won't hate you, and I will never ever leave you." He said in a much softer tone.

I looked in his eyes for any trace of lying or joking, but to no avail. "Promise?" I whispered. He smiled. "Promise." I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tightly. His hands went around my waist protectively. "I don't want to let go either, but we have to get you home." He whispered. I reluctantly nodded and pulled away. "Can we just.. Stay here? Just for a few minutes. I really don't want to get home, plus my parents won't care." I begged.

He chuckled and nodded his head. I scrambled back in my seat and kicked my feet. "So, tell me about yourself." I asked. He raised his eyebrows. "What do you want to know?" He asked. I shrugged. "Everything."

For the next half hour, Jack and I told each other everything. I would have never guessed he was afraid of clowns, to be honest. He looked at his watch and sighed. "Kim, it's almost midnight. We should get you home soon." I nodded and clicked on my seat belt. I rested my chair back, feeling sleep starting to take over. Jack chuckled. "Tired?" He asked.

I nodded my head lazily. He put on some soft music. I smiled. "Thank you." My words were slurred from being practically asleep. Just as I drifted off to sleep, I could have sworn Jack leaned over and kissed the top of my head.

/

I felt a harsh shove on my left arm. I groaned and shifted, not wanting to wake up. I could hear laughter, more importantly a guy's laughter. My eyes shot open. A boy? Where was I? I cautiously turned my head and sighed in relief. It was just Jack. "Morning sleepyhead." He teased. I rolled my eyes playfully. I looked out the window, and realized we were parked outside of my ginormous house. I sighed, not wanting to leave. "I don't want to go." I whispered. "I know. But i'll see you tomorrow, okay?" He promised.

I nodded and took a deep breath. I gave him one last hug and stepped out of the car. I turned around, waved, then started advancing towards the front door. I flipped up the welcome mat and picked up the extra key, shoving into the keyhole. I turned the lock with a click and dropped the key in is respective place. I looked around at the huge exterior, wondering if anyone was awake. I was soon greeted by my 2 dogs, Duke and Ginger. I smiled and pet them both.

I quietly walked upstairs and peeked into my sisters bedroom. I saw her lounging on her bed, typing something on her computer. She was completely concentrated, her forehead creased as the tip of her tongue stuck out of her pink lips. I chuckled and softly knocked on the door. She turned to me and smiled. "Hey Kim. Get home okay?" She asked. I nodded. "Yeah, the bus was fine." I lied. She raised an eyebrow at me. "Oh really? You took the bus, huh." She said slowly.

I shifted in my feet and nodded. She smirked. "Did the bus driver happen to be driving a Range Rover?" She asked. I gasped. "Okay, fine, I met this boy-" I started to say. "A BOY?! Details, now." She demanded, scooting closer to me. I snickered and sat down beside her. "His name is Jack, and he's 16. I was lost, and he came up to me, and we got to talking. We had a lot in common, and we ended up talking for a few hours. He drove me home, and i'm seeing him again tomorrow. Oh and his sister is a huge fan, apparently." I shrugged like it was no big deal.

Her eyes widened. "Oh my gosh, Kim! He totally likes you! Is he cute? Is he single? Does he have any brothers?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows. I laughed. "Macy, you have a boyfriend. And I never really asked him if he was single or not." She rolled her eyes and gripped my shoulders. "Is he cute?" She asked again, this time more forcefully. A small smile crept onto my face and I let out a girlish giggle. "Well, yeah, I guess.." I said quietly.

She smiled and gave me a thumbs up. "Tomorrow, I get to meet him." She announced. I sighed. "Fine. But if your going to meet him, can you at least meet his sister to? She's a big fan." I reminded her again. She giggled. "Of course silly! I love meeting fans. Alright, night Kimberly!" I waved to her goodnight and started walking out the door. Just as I crossed the hall and was about to close my door, I heard her call me name. "Oh, and Kim? If Jack does end up being cute, don't be surprised if I take him all to myself." She winked at me and shut her door.

My mouth fell open. I slammed my door shut in anger. Ladies and gentleman, may I introduce, the real Macy Crawford.

So what did you guys think? Yeah I know its not the best, but I got this idea for this story and i'm like I NEED TO WRITE THIS. Oh and for the winner of my Austin and Ally one shot thing who guessed the song, PLEASE REPLY BACK TO MY MESSAGE IF YOUR READING THIS! Its really important you answer soon. Kay thanks for reading new chappie should come out tomorrow or wednesday and Crestfall should be coming out tomorrow (: Eep i'm excited! Hehe alright bye.