. * ꙳ ✦ ⊹Jack had just walked into the dojo to see balloons and birthday hats painting the room. He set his skateboard down whilst furrowing his brows in confusion. "What's going on?" He asked everyone who seemed to be running around making sure everything was perfect. Eliza was the first to greet him. She got close before removing Jack's helmet for him. "You're late." She was quiet since the boy was quite close to her. "For what?" He mumbled, looking around. "Rudy's surprise birthday party." She answered back before placing the helmet down.
"The one he's been planning for himself for two weeks now?" She backed away from him, going off to fix the decorations that Jerry put up. This is when the lights suddenly shut off. "He's coming." Rudy whispered. The kids all rolled their eyes at his words. Rudy walked in seconds later, turning on the lights again. "Surprise." Everyone spoke in a bored tone. Rudy put on a surprised face as if he hadn't planned the whole thing himself. "How did you know it was my birthday?!" He grinned. April was paid $20 to not insult him. Everything she wanted to say, she couldn't. "You better not have brought gifts!" He smiled before putting on a birthday cake hat. "But if you did, now would be the time to load me up." Milton jumped up first, being followed by Jack.
"Hey, man, I don't have anything. Can I get in on your gift, please?" Jack asked Milton. He wasn't prepared at all. Eliza knew he wouldn't be. "Absolutely not. I put a lot of time, thought and effort into this." He grabbed the wrapped gift, offering it to Rudy who quickly snatched it with widened eyes. "This is from Jerry, Eddie and me." He smiled. Rudy opened the gift just for it to be toilet paper with a bunch of terrible jokes written on it. "Oh, joke-a-day toilet paper! Get out!" He looked way too excited. "Thank you, guys!" He almost jumped up and down. "Now, I don't wanna turn this whole gift thing into a competition, but, it's time to top that gift!"
He pointed over to the three girls in the dojo. They all rolled their eyes before April walked over to where their shared gift was. She was quickly followed by Jack. "April! Do you think I could—" "Can it, pretty boy." The girl interrupted, not even looking at him when she spoke. "We spent way too much time on this stupid gift. Should have listened to your girlfriend when she told you about the party." She picked up the gift before walking over to Rudy, leaving Jack to think for a moment. He didn't even care to correct her. He was too busy trying to find a gift at the last minute. "All right, Rudy. This is from Kim, Eliza and me." April put on a smile for him as it quickly disappeared the second he snatched the gift from her hands and started unwrapping it. Rudy gasped.
"A signed picture of Bobby Wasabi, my hero, my idol, the man I patterned my life after?!" He wore the greatest smile. "Happy Birthday, Rudy." Eliza spoke up. "Jack, there is no way you can top this!" Rudy looked at him, ready for a gift. "You got that right." April mumbled, rolling her eyes. Jack cringed at his words. He couldn't break it to him. "Well, I was thinking.." he stood up, trying to stall. "You know, everyone knows how much you love Bobby Wasabi. And I asked myself what coukd be better than a picture, right?" He smiled. "Only the man himself!" Rudy answered before coming to a conclusion, gasping.
"Wait, w-wait a minute. Are you saying what I think you're saying?" His eyes widened. "You found a way to get Bobby Wasabi to cone down here so I could meet him?!" "Yeah." Jack answered as all the kids looked at him, knowing he couldn't do that. "Wait, the founder of this dojo, an international movie star, someone who hasn't been seen in public in 20 years is coming to see me?" He sat on a nearby bench. "I can't believe it." "Neither can we." Eliza crossed her arms, looking over at Jack
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Romance﹏ ₊ ▹ᶻz KICKIN IT FIC! JACK BREWER X OC ! JERRY MARTINEZ X OC ! " living without you is like tv in black and white " + " i guess you're attractive or something.. " slow updates at times.