Another Sunday and another week of ignoring each other had passed. Kim was busy sorting out her feelings. She hadn't been this confused in her life. Not even in Algebra class.

Netflix and Nutella weren't helping in this situation. She needed something alive, more like a real person with real emotions who has gone through the same confusion in their teenage life. She scrolled through the contacts in her phone until a certain someone's name popped on the screen.

Her mom.

Kim's finger was positioned over the call button, it just needed to be pressed. She let minutes pass by, and when some courage gathered up, she called, only to hear an automated voice asking to leave a voice mail. She sighed, flipping her phone to the other side of the couch.

Why was all of this so hard? Her life was not a TV show, was it?

A ring from the door interrupted and she got up, switching off the 'unseen since the moment it was switched on' TV. She pushed her feet inside the slippers and made her way to the door. Another ring and she lost her temper.

"I'm not dead." She muttered only for her ears. Her doorknob clicked and Kim's dad stepped in. She served his welcome with a small smile and went back to lying on the couch with Nutella in one hand and the TV remote in the other.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Her dad spoke, sitting on the opposite side of the couch.

Kim crawled up and her head went to relax in her dad's lap. He was stiff for a moment, taking in the sudden move of affection, but everything softened up with each second. His hand rested warmly on her head, just like Kim had wanted.

"Tell me. What's wrong?" He asked once again.

Kim took hold of his hand and kept it on her cheek. She thought about it for a moment, processing the right words, before speaking up. "Boys is what is wrong."

"Boys?" He chuckled. The situation wouldn't have been debatable if she said boy, but boys. "How many, exactly?" Once recovered from the ear-stretched grin, he asked his daughter.

"Dad." She tried her best to be rude, of course, she could not in the super quiet and comfy environment. Her father was still smiling, and Kim had noticed it from the corner of her eyes. She had to admit- it was amusing. She poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue to stifle her laugh.

"Distract me, please." She requested, amusement clear in her voice.

He cleared his throat. "I'll tell you a story." He waited for a nod. Kim slightly shook her head up and down, and her dad got the indication. He softly slid his hand to massage Kim's scalp and she closed her eyes with a relaxed smile.

"Your mom and I were thirteen when I took her out on our first date." He stated and Kim chuckled with amusement.

"And Grandpa Alex approved?" She again poked the inside of her cheek to stifle a laugh.

"After many protests and 'pleases'..." Kim tightened her ears to catch what was gonna come next.

"He still said no."

Kim burst out laughing like there was no tomorrow. Her dad joined in moments later and she was forced to sit upright and block her face with a cushion.

"What happened then?" She asked between her laughs.

Her dad took a deep breath and continued again. "I forced him to take my interview and made a few promises such as 'I'll bring her back before seven' and 'we won't go all touchy-kissy'." That earned a chuckle from Kim.

"He even paid the waiter of the diner to keep an eye on us."

Kim burst out laughing again.

"Don't you see? Even after we got married, he kept sitting between us on the family dinner nights." He added and that made Kim laugh more if that was even possible.

She caressed the sides of her stomach which were terribly hurting right now.

"Friends?" After a comfortable amount of silence, her dad asked.

"Friends." She replied and opened her Netflix watchlist.

Jack was simply lying on the couch, focusing on the ceiling and adoring the very rare silence of his house. He raised his fidget spinner in front of his face, keeping it at an arm's distance, and blew as hard as he could.

After a few attempts, the spinner finally spun and he smirked in victory as if won World War III. Again, it was silent for a moment. Spoke too soon, the doorbell rang and the spinner was welcomed to kiss him hard on the nose.

With a hand wiping the kiss's victim, he made his way to the front door. Knowing who was standing on the side, he simply stood there on purpose to annoy the person. Two minutes passed, and Jack was stunned by her patience. Four minutes now, and the doorbell rang fifteen times in just three seconds.

Jack hadn't planned on being deaf, so he opened the door and was instantly met up with Shelby holding daggers in her eyes. If looks could kill...

"I thought you lost your hands or something." She said with the fakest smile ever.

"Who's at the door, Jack?" His mom's fainted voice came from her room.

"The person who drools over teenage pics of James Franco." He replied with the same tone of sarcasm as Shelby's.

She raised her hand in an attempt to slap his right cheek, but he stopped it in his grip. Everything was going exactly how he had imagined in his head. But, Shelby smiled.

"You have another cheek and I have another hand." With that, she used all her might to slap him across the left cheek with her free hand.

That, he had not imagined.

Knowing that she had won this time, he let go of her right hand, but not without sparing a murderous glare. Shelby, being the smart one there, slapped him again, but on the right cheek and with her right hand.

That too, he had not imagined.

"First one understood, but what was the second one for?" He placed his hand on his cheek, disbelief dripping from his voice and eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"For stopping the first attempt. Now, move aside, dork." She pushed him by his chest.

Shelby sat down Indian-style on the couch and took a sip from the strawed coke which was meant for Jack. He desolately looked at his precious baby being snatched away from him in front of his own eyes. Another murderous glare was spared at the culprit which she shook off like delicate flower petals.

"Why'd you call me?" She asked him after taking another sip.

"We need to talk." Jack pushed away all the signs of mockery and fun. He was plain serious. So serious, Captain America would be scared away.

Shelby took a silent sip. Her eyes widened in realization, and she snapped her head in Jack's direction. "What did you do? I'm too young to be an aunt."

Jack hid away the blush at her very creepy statement and cleared his throat, continuing to be serious. "You're not an aunt. Relax. The thing is..." He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

"What?" Shelby continued her sip.

"IKINDOFKISSEDKIMSTRAIGHTONTHELIPS." He said it one breath, like no big deal.

Shelby nodded and continued her sip, replaying his dialogue slowly to understand the Chinese rant which his mouth left just now. Her eyes widened all the way to Alaska as she snapped her head at him again. "You did what?" She kept the coke can on the table in front.

"I kissed Kim... hehe." He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck again.

Shelby ducked her head down, relaxing the tip of her nose on her index finger. Jack slowly observed her gesture. She emotionlessly looked at him, turning her head which surprised Jack. He had expected a lecture or 'jerk' or 'you gigantic piece of idiocy' or 'you chimpanzee-faced baboon'. All his confusions and assumptions about her went away the moment Shelby's hand flew across his cheek.

Again.

"You idiot, why would you do that?" She violently shook him by his shoulders, as if it would reverse what had already been done.

"I messed up. I know." He again said it like no biggie which clearly annoyed Shelby.

Her nose was once again relaxing on her index finger, and she was planning something. Jack once again observed her, but this time, with his hands covering both of his cheeks as protection.

"Did you apologize?" She tried her best to stay calm, but her voice clearly showed that she was 'pissed'.

"I tried, but, then... hehe..." He rubbed the back of his neck again. His silence was only adding fuel to Shelby's fire. She shot him an 'if-you-don't-speak-up-right-now-I'll-make-sure-there-is-no-neck-to-rub glare which instantly had him speak up.

"She was all 'I hate you' 'I love you'. She then confessed her feelings for me and I did the same. The strange thing was that she hit me hard after I said 'I like you too'." No biggie tone again.

Shelby grabbed the nearest cushion and started beating him up with it. "Idiot. Idiot. Idiot." She stopped to catch some air and then started up again. "You have no idea of how much of an idiot are you."

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked nonchalantly.

"Wrong? Did you do something un-wrong?"

Jack covered his head with his arms which were constantly being whipped by the cushion. The attack stopped and Jack opened one of his squeezed eyes to check for any further disturbances. But, only a-struggling-for-air Shelby came in view. Her shoulders were moving up-and-down, positively depicting her 'mad' mood.

"What did I do wrong?" He dared to speak up after positioning himself from the physical assault.

"I wanna kill you so bad right now." She gestured to her hands, making a move in an attempt to grab his neck.

"Take deep breaths. Take deep breaths." Jack advised with a sheepish smile.

"You idiot, have you ever thought of jumping from the cliff of Victoria Falls? If not, then do humankind a favor." She gasped for another stroke of air.

"She was going perfect, you knees-and-brain-switched alien. But no, Mr. Hot Lips decided to play Romeo despite knowing the fact she was supposed to be the Juliet of Frenchie. And about the confessing part, I don't think you'd be sent to Alcatraz if your stupid, disgusting-than-a-chameleon's tongue had bothered to move a few days before, I don't know, SHE WAS TAKEN BY MR. FRANCE?!"

She paused to catch some breath, and join her hands in front of him. "Thanks to you, she'd be feeling more confused than a London native left deserted in Las Ramblas with the map of Paris."

By the time Shelby's explanation was done, Jack had made a perfect 'o' with his lips as a gesture of understanding. "Ohhh..." He said and that earned him a smack on the back of his head.

Shelby couldn't take his stupidity anymore. She sat up from the couch, not before gulping down the entire coke and throwing the empty glass in his lap, and proceeded her way to the door.

"Where are you going?" Jack asked before she went out of sight.

"To spend time with a real person whose brain is not abducted by an alien." Shelby replied without turning back.

Jack rolled his eyes at her straight-forwardness. He went back to lie down on the couch, spending romance time with his fidget-spinner. Moments later, Shelby returned, making him sit upright.

"What?" He snapped.

"I forgot something."

"What?" He snapped again.

"This." She unfeelingly stated and whacked him across the face.

Again.