Wazzap! It's ThisAintMakeBelieve here after a few weeks without any updates! I'm planning to stop writing Things you do to make Roronoa Zoro kill you, to focus on other one shots and chapters. This is my first Kick Buttowski fanfic here. Hope you'll appreciate it.

Pairing: Kindall

Rating: T for cursing.

Warning: Umm... This story is not real, perhaps?

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Chapter 0: Prologue

"It's been five years since then..."

Perching on a balcony was a sixteen year old girl. She had long blond hair that cascaded down her back. A green head band held closely on her head, shifting ever so slightly whenever she held up her head to look at the nightly stars. The girl was wearing a white delicate night gown that reached over her knees, making her glow under the moon beam. And her eyes, oh her eyes. They were like two emeralds, shining at night. She had a faraway look in her eyes, as if she was actually a thousand miles up in the clouds.

She sighed heavily as she leaned her elbow onto the balcony, her gaze drifting down to a neighborhood infront of her house. She scanned around and stopped at a normal-looking house with purple roof and a nice garden. She sighed again.

"It's been five years since I last saw Clarence Buttowski..."

The girl was Kendall Perkins, Mellowbrook High's top student and class president. She was graceful, poise, polite, elegant, smart and hard-working.

And Clarence Buttowski was Kick Buttowski, the suburban daredevil. Who was stupid and idiotic and stubborn and hard-headed and ignorant and her nemesis and her enemy and her rival and her friend...

Her only friend.

Kendall and Kick were not technically in terms of "friends". In school, they always tried to bite each other's head off. Outside, they sent snarky remarks and constant vocal fights at each other, never seeming to stop. But sometimes they talk to each other and maybe hanag out a bit when they thought no one will notice, and their friendship developed into something much more.

Kendall started to have a crush on Kick, after he kissed her on the lips in the cinema. Even though she denied ever doing that, but somewhere deep inside her told her that she actually found the kiss nice.

And then they kissed again, this time both didn't even pretend to be disgusted. Her hand was in his for almost the whole day, that day, minus the fact that they were practically stuck together by cave sap. And then, and then, she remembered, they blushed...

But she didn't remember much after that. It was five years ago from now.

Except for one event that scarred itself into her mind.

Epic Flashback~

Ronaldo broke up with her on that day, well, actually she broke up with him. He told her that between her and science, he cared more about the second one. She slapped him and ran away, ignoring his failed attempt to call out for her. She ran and ran, until her feet gave away from the pressure of tears.

And then... Kick appeared.

He comforted her and asked her if she was alright. He was so soothing that it was hard to believe he was the notorious resident daredevil she knew.

He held her in his small arms as she cried her heart out. And after that he cheered her just by some witty jokes and an ice cream, as if she was living like a care-free child, not a stuck-up class president-the image she'd put up infront of people's eyes.

She had a great time that day, so great that she almost forgot who Ronaldo was until she met him in class the day after.

But something was off. She saw Gunther walked into class, alone. A seat was empty. She didn't smell rubber gloves or the musky scent of wood and metal. She didn't see the steely gaze or the glowing of a perfectly polished crash helmet.

Kick Buttowski didn't come to class. Well, she snorted it off, thinking that it was one of those days when he skip school to do a stunt.

But seeing Gunther alone is not just right, a voice nagged behind her head, He is always seen standing next to Kick.

And he didn't arrive the day after, and the day after, and the day after...

She asked Gunther what happened, but one look in his saddened eyes shut her up. The chubby blond boy sighed and look up to her, eyes brimming with drops of salt.

"Kick moved away, Kendall. His family is going to the Europe."

Her eyes widened.

"He had a fight with his mother. She took away his helmet, his skateboard, and his.. career of a daredevil."

She couldn't breath.

"I... We may never see him again. Just keep hoping for a call, ya know, from him. Hope his mother change her mind."

She stared blankly into space, ignoring the salty drops running down her reddened cheek...

End of Epic Flashback~

Kendall sighed again. There's no hope after all.

She leaned away from the balcony and take one last glance at the empty purple-roofed house, before walking back to her room.

She lied onto her bed an switch off her lamp. A truck ran into town. She closed her eyes and relaxed her body. The truck parked infront of a purple-roofed house. She ignored the noise coming from outside, since it was not late for people to drive.

As her mind started to drift into the comfortable darkness of sleep, out the truck hopped a young man, on his head a perfectly polished crash helmet.

He grinned.

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I'm sorry if this chapter is short. I'll do better next time!

Hope to be reviewed, guys! R&R plz!