A/N: OH MY LANTA. I am so, so, so sorry for abandoning you guys! I feel awful. As I mentioned on my page, writer's block struck me right when I got on winter break and I got three weeks off from that torture device called geometry. Writer's block is a cruel, cruel mistress. And as I was lying in bed last night, at 2 in the morning, it FINALLY cleared up. I got up, went to my laptop and began to type. And then…. I fell asleep. But thankfully, I was able to get most of this down before I K.O.'ed. So, without further adu, here's your update!

CLUMSY: KIM'S STORY

CHAPTER FOUR

"So, for your choices, we have a Texas Chainsaw Massacre gore fest, or another Meryl Streep marathon. You pick."

I snuggled further into the fluffy pink blanket strewn across my lap. "Are the Meryl ones sappy?"

Lena shifted through the unorganized pile of films. "Only a few, I think.."

I sighed. "Meryl, then. But I want to add a few gory ones in the mix. I can't stand romance right now."

Lena gave me a sympathetic smile. "I know, honey."

It had been two days since my Jared encounter. I couldn't say anything else to him in that bathroom, so I left him there, standing in the handicapped stall like a fool. Really, what could I say to him? 'Oh, Jared, because my love for you is so strong and runs so deep, I will allow you to act like you were never the one who intentionally hurt me, physically and emotionally, and we will date for the rest of high school, get married, have kids and live in the suburbs of Seattle in a cute white house by the bay'?

HELL NO.

Sure, I guess I still really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, REALLY like him, but seriously, the guy hurt me and didn't even try to apologize for it. And then he shows up at school in all of his hotness and glory of god and sexy man 'tude and he acts like he's in love with me and that he's going to forget all the sluts hanging over him. I mean honestly, who the hell does he think he is? Zeus? Well, I don't think that Zeus would be the appropriate Greek god, because, y'know, Zeus wasn't all that hot and Jared is like the epitome of sexiness, but he was a man whore, and Jared is definitely a man whore…

"Julie and Julia would be a good choice," Lena mused, breaking me from my thoughts. "It's not all that sappy, but all that food would just make me hungry, and unless your fridge is fully stocked…"

"My dad went grocery shopping yesterday, I think. Lemme go see what we have."

"No, I'll go. You stay here." I shrugged my shoulders and pulled the blanket further around my shoulders. Ice cream sounded really good right now, chocolate specifically. I thought back to the diet I had put myself on. Four pounds down, and another six to go before beach season. Oh, who am I kidding? Who do I need to be skinny for? Screw it, I'm gorging on sugar.

Lena came back into the den with her arms loaded up with sugary, fatty foods. I counted the items as she set them down on the coffee table. Frosting, chips, ice cream (chocolate and strawberry, perfectimundo!), Oreos, chocolate milk, Dr. Pepper, and two…apples?

"Lena," I groaned. "I don't want healthy food. I want sugar."

"An apple a day keeps the doctor away!" Lena sang in her perfect soprano voice. I threw a pillow at her and she threw a chip back at me. I caught it gracefully in my mouth and she snorted.

"Kimmy, why can't you walk as gracefully as that?"

"Oh, shaddup," I muttered. She laughed and plopped herself down on the other side of the couch, grabbing a purple and blue blanket and throwing it over her lap. "Beautiful butter, here we come!" I snorted and picked up the carton of chocolate ice cream and dug in. Lena sipped a soda and munched on Oreos.

I absolutely adored Meryl Streep in Julie and Julia. Lena and I went to see it one weekend when there was absolutely nothing else to do on the rez. So we made the drive to Forks, stopping at the 99 Cent Store to buy junk and soda, which we stored expertly in Lena's oversized steroid purse. We managed to snake our way past the unsuspecting movie usher with Lena flashing a smile in his direction. Of course, Lena's gorgeousness was too much for the dude to handle, so he let us go through without paying. It really helps to have a drop-dead gorgeous friend sometimes. We sat through the previews, and watched amazed as Meryl came on in all her glory. I mooned over Eric Powell as she drooled over the food and threw handfuls of popcorn into her mouth. Honestly, I sometimes wonder how she keeps that figure of hers.

We sat in wonder on the couch as the movie ended and I got up to put in the first Texas Chainsaw Massacre. The first time I saw it with her, I was scared shitless. Literally. I almost peed my pants. Since then, we had watched so many gory, freaky, mutilating movies together that I had learned to control my bladder and shake my head at the victims. Seriously, did they ever learn that they don't party at the lake and go into the bathroom when there's a blackout? Think, people.

"You know, I think we should watch Hostel after this," Lena suggested. "You know, the one with the hot Russian dude from the fourth Harry Potter movie?"

I grinned. "All righty. But only if we watch Bubble Boy. I need my Jake Gyllenhaal something furious."

Lena sighed. "Ah, Jake Gyllenhaal…" She eyed me. "You know, you will be accompanying me to see Brothers tomorrow. I heard he takes his shirt off."

"He takes it off more in The Prince of Persia," I reminded her.

"How about 300 after that? Gerard Butler is a hottie extraordinaire."

"Done deal."

By the time we finished our hottie-filled movie fest, we were glued to the television. It was about 3:00 in the morning, and a thunder storm had started up. My father was on a business trip in Tacoma, meaning we had the house to ourselves.

A big, old, creepy house.

Oh God, here comes the wet pants.

"Uh, Lena," I whispered. "Are you scared?"

Lena snorted. "God no."

The lights chose that time to go out. Lena screeched and grabbed my arm. "Okay, now I'm scared!" she shrieked. "Kimmy, your house is fuckin' haunted!"

I groaned. "That was never proven!" I hissed. Two years ago, Lena and Jake had spent the night. There was a massive storm, the lights went out, and Jake decided it would be a good idea to use the bathroom. He came back shrieking and screaming about a ghost hiding in my shower. From then on, whenever the two came over they would freak out about going to the bathroom at night because of the "Toilet Ghost".

"The Toilet Ghost is real!" Lena howled. "He's going to get us with his Plunger of Doom!"

I slapped her on the arm. "Lena! Shut up! Now come with me to find a flashlight!"

Lena glared at me. "Fine. But I ain't going in the bathroom. Nuh uh, no way."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Come on. You have to lead me so I don't fall."

However, Lena, being the great friend she is, decided she was too scared to lead me to the kitchen, and I tripped several times. By the time we reached the dining room, I had three bruises, and I'm pretty sure I stubbed my toe. I fumbled around the drawers until I found a flashlight. Satisfied, I turned around and was met face to face with-

"PAUL!" I screamed. Paul de Santos was standing in my kitchen, shirtless. Why the fuck was in he my kitchen shirtless?! At three in the morning! During a storm! And a blackout! "PAUL, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY KITCHEN? SHIRTLESS?!"

"Hi, Kim, nice to see you too," he muttered. "Look, I need to talk to you, about Jared-"

Lena ran into the kitchen, hearing my scream. When she saw Paul, she shrieked bloody murder. "AAUH! IT'S THE TOILET GHOST! PLUNGER OF DOOM! PLUNGER OF DOOOOOM!" She ran from the room, screaming her head off.

Paul arched his eyebrow. "Toilet Ghost?"

"Long story. Now, can you please tell me why you're standing in my kitchen at three in the morning?!"

"I was hungry.. And I need to talk to you about Jared."

I groaned. "Paul, go find your own bloody food. And as for Jared, I'm afraid I don't know anybody by that name."

Paul rolled his eyes. "Cut the act, Kim. I'm being serious. And do you have any soda? I'm really thirsty."

What the hell? "Paul, get out. We can talk about this Monday morning."

"No, we can't. Kim, there's something you need to know, and only Jared can tell you. He needs to speak to you immediately. What about milk? Do you have milk?"

"This is America, de Santos. Of course I have milk. And you can tell Jared to shove it. I don't want any of his shit." The words came out before I could think. What did I just say? Did I just say the love of my life could shove it?

"Can I have some?"

"No."

Paul groaned and stamped his feet on the floor like he was five. "But I'm thirsty! And I'm a guest! And you really need to see Jared."

I rolled my eyes and got him the carton of milk. "Here, knock yourself out. And I'm not going to talk to Jared. Ever. Again. Period. And if you do not get the hell out of my house, I'm calling the cops on you."

He polished off the carton in a gulp. Holy shit. "Look, Kim, this is serious. I'll get out of your house as soon as you promise to meet up with Jared." He let out a wet burp. ICK. What is wrong with guys these days?

I threw up my hands. "God! Fine! I'll meet with him! Now get outta my house!"

He smiled. "Great. 3:00, Sunday, at the beach." He handed me the empty carton. "Later, babe." Paul the Insufferable Idiot grabbed a bag of chips off the counter and quick as a flash was gone. I shook my head and walked into the den. Lena was cowering underneath a blanket. I rolled my eyes and lifted it up. She shrieked and hit me with a hairbrush. I grabbed the hairbrush from her and smacked her on the head with it.

"The Toilet Ghost! He was here! I saw him!"

I groaned. "Lena, that was Paul."

Her eyes widened. "Paul's the Toilet Ghost?"

I sighed and sat down. "I'm meeting Jared at the beach on Sunday."

"What? Why? No, you can't! Kimmy, he broke your arm and your heart!"

I leaned back against the couch. "I know," I whispered. "But I feel like I need to see him…like I'm connected to him."

A/N: Tada! How's that for an update? I absolutely adore writing Kim's POV because I can really relate to her and her situations. Granted, I'm a dancer, so I'm not as clumsy as she is, but I am experiencing the heart break she's going through. And for all you current Jared-haters, I want to let you know that she's not going to forgive the wolf that quickly. She's gonna make him grovel (wink, wink). I'm going to try to update this fic more often, and I would love to hear your feedback for this chapter. Reviews, m'loves!