Hey guys! I'm going on a permanent hiatus. This is something I wrote awhile back and I'm just uploading it to clear my drafts. Longer AN at the bottom.

Disclaimer; I own nothing but ideas. Oh and the food in my house, that's some yummy stuff yo ;]

KIM Point Of View;

"All passengers boarding flight 315 to Seaford please proceed to Gate 7. I repeat, all passengers boarding flight 315 to Seaford please proceed to Gate 7." Declared the women behind the speaker phone.

"I guess that's me" I whispered to no one in particular as I gathered up my belongings. I carried my purple Jansport side bag along with my yellow laptop to the gate.

I caught flashes of cameras being pointed at me, as I walked forward. I felt my beanie slip off my head and to the ground. I turned around just to see a huge group of girls run for it. "Typical" I murmured to myself.

I arrived to the gate as soon as the last person in line walked inside. I stepped up to the woman at the stand and handed her my passport and ticket.

After she tore of the ticket and handed it back to me and she shrieked. "Hey, aren't you ..." "Kimberly Crawford, yes I am." I called over my shoulder and proceeded through terminal 7 to the Continental plane waiting.

I showed the air hostess my ticket before entering the plane. As soon as I entered I looked down at my ticket for the first time and saw my seat number, A4. I walked to my seat and saw a brunet with hazel eyes sitting in the seat beside mine.

There was something about the guy that ignited an internal spark in me. If I didn't know any better I would have said I know him from somewhere. I ignored the urge to rip his shirt off. I walked to my seat and placed my bag in the carrying department, over head. Not before pulling my Beats out of my bag.

I plopped down on my seat and placed the food tray down. I laid my laptop on the tray and plugged in my Beats. "What, too good to say 'hi' to your seating buddy?" The mystery boy declared. I turned to face him just in time to see him smirking. I've seen it before now if only I could place my finger on where.

"Um sorry, hey my name is Kim." I announced. "Nice to meet you." "WAIT! Aren't you Kimberly Crawford? That actress?" Great another obsessed fan, "Yes I am, but please don't scream my name. I don't want the plane to know, that would ruin the flight."

"Calling you out draws more attention to me anyways. Why would I do that?" The stranger rolled his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?" I mumbled to myself.

"You've changed Kim, you weren't always this rude. Wait, actually sometimes you were. I remember this time with Donna where you almost cut her hair for calling you a slut. AHAHAHAHA, good times." He laughed.

JACK point of view; (flashback)

Oh crap, crap, crap! Not again! I can't be late, Mr. Posey is going to give me detention for the next week. Shit! I thought as I shut my locker and ran to my science class. Mr. Posey hates me already.

The moment I was in front of my class I noticed something odd. The room behind the door had an eerie silence to it. Something was off and once I reached for the doorknob it opened on its own. Not on its own actually because once the door was fully open it revealed a very nervous substitute.

Great I don't have detention. I breathed out a sigh of relief. With that off my shoulders another fear overcame me, why was the sub so scared? I thought as I walked into class.

There. In the middle of the room lay an unconscious Donna or at least I hope shes unconscious because standing over her stood my best friend. Kim. What's worse is that she stood with a pair of razor-sharp scissors in her hand.

"Kim! What did you do to Donna?" I yelled as I ran up to the blonde beauty. "Oh relax Jack, I didn't kill her. Shes still breathing. She just fainted after I pulled my scissors out and threatened to cut her hair. Such a prick." Kim laughed.

"Why would you threaten to cut her hair in the first place? You know she loves her hair and body more than you love converse and acting." I argued as I checked her heartbeat.

"Since when do you care about what she cares about, Jack?" Kim asked. "Kim, you know I don't. I care about why you almost cut her hair. What did she do to make you so upset?" I asked while getting up because Donna was awakening. If she knew I was touching her she would have pulled me back down for more contact.

I noticed Kim's shoulders tense as Donna was sitting up, so I went behind her and started rubbing her shoulders like I do when she's sore after practice. She instantly loosened up and tilted her head to the side so it was easier for me.

"Aweh! Kimmy, look at that! Didn't I tell you? You are a slut! Going out with Ian but letting Jack rub your shoulders? Cute, just cute. Tell me what Ian thinks of this, okay?" Donna crocked out.

So that's it! Donna had called Kim a slut and made her angry. Kim pulled out scissors and frightened Donna. Oh what trouble. What I didn't get was 'why'.

"Give it a rest Donna, if you weren't always getting under Kim's skin she wouldn't need Jack to calm her down." Ian said suddenly breaking into a world where the rest of the class didn't exist.

"Do you wanna know what I think? I think you need to make others feel bad about themselves to feel good. Stop. No one likes it. None of the guys want to go out with some rude little prick that can't be around their ex's without getting jealous." Dam, Ian can talk.

"Honey, it takes a slut to know one. Kim isn't a slut though, so you're just going crazy." Milton injected.

"Aweh, thanks guys! Um Jack, you can stop rubbing my shoulders now ..." Kim whispered trailing off.

I don't want to. Reluctantly, I pulled my hands away from her soft yet bony shoulder.

KIM point of view;

"How do you know that?" I asked frightened.

"Kim, its me Jack. Don't you remember?" The stranger ... Jack said.

"You have got to be kidding me, you can't be. You look bigger and stronger, what happened?" I asked, a bit confused.

"Yeah, martial arts does that to you. I never stopped training and eventually I started going into more competitions and now I'm an undefeated champion or something." He shrugged.

"JACK THAT'S AMAZING! Don't just shrug it off, it's actually a big deal"- I shouted before Jack placed a hand on my lips, reminding me where I was.

"You better not give us away. Okay, so when we land where do you plan on staying? Are you staying with your folks or are you a big girl now and plan to live on your own?" He asked while smirking.

"I'm staying with my parents because I'm only here for a week, there's this movie called "The Maze Runner" that my agent wants me to audition for. What about you, where are you staying?" To my surprise Jack Anderson seemed disappointed.

Well you probably hate me but I'm not really into the show anymore and I'm tired to trying to think of something sweet to write about an old ship I now know nothing about.

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