Kick Buttowski Suburban Daredevil Oneshots

Sleepless Nights

You'd think spending an entire day doing stunts would wear out a kid like Kick Buttowski. Well, you are completely right. Kick was exhausted and wanted nothing more to do than collapse onto his bed and drift off. Unfortunately, that was not happening. In fact, Kick was still wide awake, staring up at his creamy white ceiling. Closing his eyes only invited unwanted thoughts of insecurities and stunt ideas. For the fifth time this week, Kick was unable to sleep at all.
    Running his hand through his coarse brown locks, Kick hopped out of bed. There was no sense in waiting for sleep to come, he'd have to take it by force. Not even bothering to change out of his pajamas(a softer version of his usual jumpsuit but with pants), Kick grabbed his skateboard and snuck out of his room.
    This was not the first time he'd have to put himself to sleep. Many times before this, Kick had creeped out into the night to skate around. Usually, he'd ride to the Gully and back or something of the sort. Kick hadn't bothered to grab his helmet, nobody would be awake at this time anyway. His experiences before had taught him that much.
    Quietly opening the front door, Kick walked out into the night. Streetlights lit up his vision. There weren't many, but it was enough to see. He dropped his board onto the road and shook the drowsiness from his body. Riding without being fully awake was dangerous. Ruffling his hair, Kick hopped onto Dead Man Dave's board and rode off into the night.
           The air was crisp and cool against his tan skin. Stars twinkled dimly in the pitch black sky. The atmosphere was light and did nothing to help keep Kick awake. He just needed a quick ride to the Gully and back. No stunts or anything like that, it'd get him too high on adrenaline and he'd never be able to get to sleep.
    The ride was uneventful and relaxing, just as he'd thought it'd be. Just as he needed it to be. Kick was tired when he had arrived at the Gully. He sat on the old couch, ignoring the springs and residue. This place was his sanctuary, the one true area he could truly call his. Well, it was Gunther's too but he didn't mind Gunther.
    Kick ran a hand through his messy locks and closed his eyes for a moment. A moment turned into a while and a while turned into forever as Kick flopped comfortably onto the sofa and let himself drift away. He didn't think about how his parents would react to finding him gone, nor the fact that it was a school day tomorrow. His last thought was actually seeing Gunther when he woke up.

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Gunther's sleep was interrupted by the loud caw of his alarm. It was time to get ready for school and meet Kick out front, not that he was particularly worried about timing. If Kick was early to meet then he'd knock on the door and wait for Gunther to get ready. The same was applied when Kick was late getting up or something of the sort.
    So when the blond was finished with his morning routine he wasn't surprised to hear a knock on the door. Gunther opened the door and his mouth to greet Kick but was met with an entirely different face; Brad.
    "Where's the dill weed, Gunther? Mom hasn't seen him all morning and is freaking out."
    The said male frowned, "I haven't seen Kick either. I actually thought it was him knocking on the door."
    Brad huffed and crossed his arms, not even a pinch of worry in his eyes. "Whatever, he's probably doing a stunt or something." With that, the black-haired male vacated the premises, leaving Gunther on his own.
    Gunther walked out of the house, shutting the door behind him. He closed his eyes and took a moment before continuing down the sidewalk. The blond thought about all of the possible places Kick could be before concluding that he was probably already at school. Why he hadn't woken his best friend eluded Gunther, but there was no sense in worrying. Kick hadn't ever ran away before, even when his family drove him nuts. There had to be a rational solution, and Gunther would find it.
    Walking into school was like trying to wade through molasses. There were so many students around it was ridiculous. Gunther could tell from the idle chatter of his classmates that they had heard about Kick's disappearance. Of course it hadn't even been twenty-four hours so the Buttowski's couldn't file a report to the police. Why they would want to confused Gunther, the community was as safe as it could get. Crime rate was almost a perfect zero in Mellowbrook, rarely anything ever happened. Nonetheless, everyone was on edge and it was only eight in the morning.
    Students swarmed Gunther like bees, asking non-stop questions about what Kick was up to now. If anyone knew where that troublesome kid was, it was Gunther. So, when they received no response they could safely say that Kick had flown off the grid. If he hadn't even told his wingman then he really must be doing something extreme.
    To say Gunther was upset would be an understatement. He was flashing through emotions so quickly that he couldn't even recognize whether he was worried or mad. Kick had disappeared to do a stunt without him. Without his wingman! What was Gunther supposed to think? He felt hurt and worried, and the chatter around him didn't help at all. Nor did the teacher's call to Kick's parents. The daredevil rarely ever skipped school, even when he did he at least checked in first. It truly seemed that he had disappeared off the face of the earth.
    Gunther focused on controlling his feelings for the rest of the day. School was painstakingly long and if Gunther was in a bad mood the entire day it would only become even longer. Besides, he had all afternoon to search for his buddy, if he wasn't already back. A calming breath solidified the plans in Gunther's mind. He'd finish school, ignore all of the crazy students around him, and search for Kick.