A/N: I honestly feel like I blotched up this chapter. Not only is it short, but I felt like I couldn't capture Eddie's character as well as I would have liked to. Tell me what you think?

Disclaimer~ No, I don't own Kickin' It.

Hey guys!

This is Eddie. Now, I'm not going to beat around the bush or anything, so here goes.

GET. TOGETHER. NOW.

You two are OBVIOUSLY madly in love, so just get married and go to a pumpkin patch to pick up a baby already!

I mean, it's not just affecting the two of you anymore. Rudy's blood pressure has been skyrocketing! Milton is convinced he will go to jail! Jerry's...writing! WRITING, for god's sake!

And just look at me! I'm shipping! AND YOU GUYS ARE LIKE MY OTP! Isn't this all girly stuff? Jesus Christ, I will never get a girlfriend if I keep it up. Girls already don't talk to me (besides, you Kim, but you're kind of Jack's girl). Imagine what a laughingstock I'll be if word gets around that Eddie Jones is...oh god, I don't even want to think about it.

I can finally see why everyone's been sooooooooooooooo annoyed with you guys recently. You're...what's the word? Oh, right, you're ANNOYING! The most annoying idiots on the face of this planet, in fact.

I must now get myself some falafels to help me calm down. And I'll need A LOT of falafels (MAINLY to help me calm down, but I'm kind of hungry, too).

Not so much love,
Eddie

A/N: Like I said, not my best. Just tell me how terrible it is, and we can get it over with...