(Same day as chapter two)
"Hey Kim, wanna hit Frostee Freeze?" Jack asked after practice, refferring to our favorite Fro-yo store in the mall.
"Sure, why not?" I said, smiling.
"Race you!" Jack exclaimed, taking a headstart.
"No fair!" I called after him, taking off.
I ran and ran, as fast as I could but, sadly, it wasn't fast enough to catch him.
I met up with him, finally, at the entrance of Frostee Freeze and we sat at our usual table, and ordered our usual fro-yo (vanilla-chocolate-swirl).
All of a sudden, Jack perks up, "Kim, Truth or dare?"
"Hmm...Truth." I stated, taking a huge bite of my yogurt.
"Okay...Who do you like?" He asked, cockily...so sure it was him...which it was...
"Alot of people. I like all of my friends." I told him, smirking.
"No, as more than a friend." He stated.
"Sorry Jack, the question's been asked. One question per turn."
Jack scowled at me while I just laughed. He could be such a baby sometimes.
"Truth or dare?" I asked him.
"Truth." He said, without hesitation.
"Who do you like as more than a friend?" I asked, being sure to specify my question.
"A girl." He said.
"And her name is...?" I asked.
"Sorry, Kimmy. One question per turn." He smiled, mocking my serious tone.
"Fine. Loser." I teased, smiling.
"Truth or dare?" He asked.
I obviously knew what his question was going to be, What is the name of the guy you like as more than a friend?, as I decided to throw him off.
"Dare." I smiled.
"Grr...," He groweld, taking a minute to think about his dare for me.
"I dare you to tell me the name of the guy you like more than a friend and you must be 100% honest."
"So close." I sighed.
I thought about it for a minute. How could I make this less embarrassing...? Gasp! I got it!
I took a spoonful of frozen yogurt and stuffed it into my mouth.
"Hit ame ish tack and perthon." I mumbled, with frozen yogurt practically spilling out of my mouth.
"I can't hear you. Say it again!" Jack exclaimed, feeling he had defeated me.
I took a huge swallow of my dessert (which gave me wicked brain freeze) and said, "Sorry. Don't have to. You never said you had to understand me."
"I really hate you sometimes." Jack whined.
"Get used to it Jackie." I laughed.
"Don't call me Jackie, Kimmy." He muttered.
"Don't call me Kimmy, Jackie." I mocked.
"Don't call me Jackie, Kimmy."
"Don't call me Kimmy, Jackie."
"Don't call me Jackie, Kimmy."
"Don't call me Kimmy, Jackie."
"Whatever Kimmy." Jack said, childishly sticking his tongue out at me.
"You're such a dork." I scowled, mocking his second-grade-gesture.
When we finished our yogurts, it was about five o'clock, and I knew my parents wouldn't be home from work until atleast nine-thirty, so Jack and I went on a walk back to my house.
Most of our walk was silent, filled with only the sounds of cars zooming by us and the children's laughter coming from the park.
When we arrived at my house, Jack instantly raced to the TV and yelled, "SPONGEBOB!"
"Okay, Jackie-poo. You do that. I'll be right back." I smirked, rolling my eyes.
I marched upstairs to grabbed my journal and my purple, glittery feather pen.
Walking back down the stairs, I could hear Jack chanting, "AyeAye, Captain!"
I rolled my eyes, thinking, He is such a little kid sometimes.
I sat in the chair adjacent to the couch Jack was sitting on and began my entry for the day.
April 3, 2012
Well, today was really fun. Jack woke me up WAY too early and refused to let me go back to bed. After a while of pleading I convinced him to let me get off the phone to get ready, then he came over for breakfast. Practice was okay, I guess. Rudy's been mixing it up this week, so instead of sparring with Jack like usual, I was sparring with Milton. I think it's supposed to make our weakers competetors try harder or something. Whatever. Anyway, after practice Jack and I went to Frostee Freeze for some fro-yo. That's where I realized that Jack, My Bestfriend, was a complete two-year-old sometimes. That's also where I realized that that's one of the many things I love about him. His sense of humor just makes you want to be in the second grade again. It's hilarious. Sometimes he's, like, all mature and serious, and then he becomes just like a little kid. Crazy right? I don't know, I think it's cute. You know what else is quirky about him? His-
"His what?" A voice came from behind my ear, causing me to scream.
"JACK! What's the deal?" I exclaimed, trying to make my heart beat again.
"What's quirky about me?" He asked, ignoring my question.
"..." My eyes, all of a sudden, got really huge as I realized he had read more than I thought. Not Good.
"How much did you read?" I paniced.
"I started reading at, 'That's where I realized that Jack, My Bestfriend, was a complete two-year-old sometimes. That's also where I realized that that's one of the many things I love about him. His sense of humor just makes you want to be in the second grade again. It's hilarious. Sometimes he's, like, all mature and serious, and then he becomes just like a little kid. Crazy right? I don't know, I think it's cute. You know what else is quirky about him? His-' and then you flipped." Jack smirked.
"Why did you read my diary?" I nearly screamed.
"Well you weren't going to tell me anything, so I took drastic measures. You really think my sense of humoris cute?" He asked, the smirk refusing to leave his face.
"Ugh!" I groaned, throwing a pillow at his face.
"Aw c'mon Kimmy! What else is quirky about me?"
"Shut up Jack." I sighed.
There was probably a full five minutes of complete slience until he, yet again, broke in.
"Do you...like me? Like, like like me?" He asked, hesitantly.
I blushed a deep shade of red, praying he couldn't see it.
"Well...y-you see...I k-kind-da sort-ta m-maybe..."
He quickly cut me off, seeing I wouldn't be able to finish the sentence anytime soon.
"Kimmy...It's okay, I like you too." He smiled, a real smile. Not a smirk, or a 'I just recieved a gift I don't like but I'm supposed to be polite' smile. A genuine Jack-Smile
He swiftly bent his head down to mine, allowing his lips to barely graze over mine. Once we were both sure the other wasn't going to back away, he put more confidence into the kiss.
He wrapped his arms around my waist while mine snaggled themselves around his neck.
I was in complete bliss, noticing almost nothing. I was almost even okay with the fact that I could feel his arms searching behind my back for my journal.
Once he got a hold of it I broke the kiss and immediatly snatched my book from his hands, glaring at him.
Hey, I said almost.
He glanced up at me with a very sad attempt at the puppy-dog-face. I rolled my eyes and bent down to kiss him on the cheek.
*LATER THAT NIGHT,,,*
April 3, 2012 (continued)
Wow...Today turned out to be...spectacular...
A/N Well, I hate the ending, I really do. I was having a complete brain spazz and couldn't think of anything good. Honestly, I think you're lucky I could squeeze out enough creativity to come up with this. I dunno, maybe you guys like it, but I hate it. With a passion. I just expected something more from myself. I'm disappointed. Atleast I finished it. No, I will not add another chapter. Please, don't ask.