Kim Possible, leader of the cheer squad, walks along the corridor in cheerleader outfit and meet Bonnie Rockwaller. What she will do to me? Is she going to embarrass me in front of another people? ou she is going to kill me? Kim thinks, Bonnie Rockwaller and her Friends walk closer to Kim and surround her,
“Kim Possible, why toi so care about that weird Stoppable?” Bonnie asked.
“Because he is my best friend since Pre-K, and he’s always help me” Kim responded.
“Help toi like… embarrassing toi in front of many people?” Bonnie asked.
“Bonnie, I really don’t have time for this” Kim a dit and leaves.
Kim always ignores Bonnie words and never accepts it as a burden.
"… I bet toi want some of that cheerleader ass." A loud taunt broke Tara’s reverie.
Tara looked around; she thought she had just heard Brick Flagg, school's étoile, star quarterback. She glanced around, and realized that she was still very much alone. She glanced up at the mur behind her, and realized par the small, high windows, that she was outside the boys' locker room.
"Yeah… definitely want some of that." An unfamiliar voice reached Tara's ears, and she perked up. Her curiosity was aroused. Who are they talking about?
"Guys…" Tara thought, that sounds like Ron Stoppable. "I don't think toi should talk about her like that. She's not that kind of person, toi know." Aww… how touching, Tara smirked. He must be defending his best friend, Kim Possible.
"Oooh, guys, seems like someone has a certain crush on a certain cheerleader. I guess toi aren't up to rendez-vous amoureux, date on the locker room rumors. She isn't exactly all that proper." Brick's sneering voice floated out the window, followed par guffaws of laughter.
"Whatever, I don't think she's that sort of person." Ron's voice retorted. There were mock gasps all around.
"Hah, toi think she'd tell someone like toi things like that? I know what kind of girl she is. Well, I'm gonna treat her like she actually is. I wanna grab her good and…" Tara heard some spanking noises plus other disgusting sounds only made par boys in their locker rooms, followed par another roar of laughter. "She needs someone to put her in her place. So that she can't boss us around all the time. Who does she think she is? Queen of the school?"
"Hey, toi might not think much of her, but I think she hasn't done anything to deserve being treated like that." Ron spoke up.
"Why are toi standing up for her?" Some guy yelled angrily.
"Is she so special for you?" Tara didn't recognize his voice, but smiled happily, thinking that Ron's finally going to get what he deserves for sticking up for Kim Possible.
"At least she has plus brains than the lot of you…" Ron muttered something that made Tara's ears turn red. Who knew he had it in him? She tilted back her head and let out a quiet malicious laugh.
"What did toi call me?" Another angry yell broke out. There was a roar of anger, and Tara heard something large slam against a locker followed par the ugly chanting of the mob going, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"
There's a painful yelp, another crash, and silence. She panic and turned away, and started walking towards the gym entrance when a she meet Kim Possible,
“Kim!” Tara shouted.
“What wrong with toi Tara?” Kim asked.
“Ron… Ron…”
“Ron what?”
They saw the cheerleaders crowding around the benches, and Kim ran up to see what was going on.
“Ron!” Kim shouted.
He was sitting on the sidelines, all scruffy and banged up. His left eye was slowly turning blue and his left cheek looking red and swollen. There were a couple of droplets of dried blood on his Mad Dog uniform. He smiled weakly at Kim Possible and said, "You know. I'm a klutz. Slipped in the showers, fell face first. No big."
Kim gently touched his face, and Ron winced in pain and hissed sharply. "This looks bad, Ron. I think we should go to the nurse."
"Nah, Kim, it's fine, I'll be okay. toi know the Ron-man always gets back on his feet."
"Ron! Stop trying to act all macho!" Kim snapped at him.
"Yeah, Kim's right, I think that needs some medical attention. How did toi get banged up so badly?" Tara voiced her concern.
Ron kept smiling his goofy smile, and raised his right hand to sweep back his hair. "Oh toi know me, always clowning around. I'm the Middleton Mad Dog, toi know. toi can take the Ron out of the Mad Dog, but toi can't take the Mad Dog out of the Ron."
Kim sighed with exasperation. "I think this is pretty much it for cheerleading practice then." Kim turned to the crowd and ordered, "Girls, practice your own routines and see toi suivant week. Ron, I'm taking toi home."
"Sure Kim, thanks." As Ron got up, he caught a glimpse of the short-haired brunette standing at the very back of the crowd with her arms crossed and a look he has never seen before on her face.
“Hey, Ron! toi know who’s next” Brick and Bonnie said.
"Let's just get toi home." Kim sighed. She had enough of Bonnie's temper and maybe tomorrow, she could speak to Mr. Barkin about her slipping performance and her violent outburst. Maybe then this would be the end and she would never have to put up with Bonnie's childish tantrums anymore. Kim smiled grimly, as she helped Ron pick up his gym bag and gently held his arm as they walked out the gym.
Meanwhile at the gym…
“Bonnie, I’ve finished off Ron Stoppable and where do toi think I shall finish Kim Possible?” Brick asked.
“Ask her out and finish her off” Bonnie responded.
“Is there another plan?” Brick asked.
“If toi want to finish her off, do what I said” Bonnie said.
“Kim Possible is a fighter, she can beat me up too, so I need payment” Brick responded.
“100 US dolar” Bonnie said.
“Agree” Brick responded.
The sky outside slowly Lost its light blue hue and turned to a fiery orange.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in Middleton…
"Ouch, KP! toi could be a little plus gentle!" Ron grumbled under his breath. He was sitting uncomfortably on the canapé in the Possibles living room.
"Ron, quit being such a baby. toi know it'll only sting a little." Kim brandished a q-tip dipped in iodine.
"KP, I know toi can do anything, and toi want to do something, but I'm alright. Look, it stopped bleeding." Ron tried to put on the goofiest smile he could, only that he stretched his smile a little too much and… a sharp pain shot through his face. Kim caught that wince of pain on his face.
"Ron. Stop that."
"Aww… KP, toi don't want me to be a grouchy puss like you."
Kim shot him a deadly look. Moi? Grouchy puss? He didn't. Oh no, he didn't call me that.
"Err… KP? I'm sorry?" Ron looked at her meekly.
"If I were a grouchy puss," her voice dropped low and deadly,
"would I do this?" And she lunged vers l'avant, vers l’avant and tickled his sides. Ron yelped and tried to ignore the pain in his back as he jumped back and tried to squirm away to the far end of the couch. They both laughed as they fell to the floor.
"Kim Possible! toi think toi are all that, but you're not!" Ron jumped up on the canapé and did his best Zorpox imitation.
"Booyahahahaha… woah!" Ron, caught up in his role-playing, Lost his balance and fell over the other side of the couch, with a resounding thud.
"Oooh… KP, sidekick in trouble here. Need a little help." Ron groaned in pain.
Kim could not help but double over in laughter. This was just too funny, this was classic Ron. Kim felt tears brimming in her eyes, as she couldn't control her laughter. Somehow, among all the people she knew, it was just Ron who made her feel… just right.
"Aww… c'mon KP! Little help here!" Ron let out another moan of pain.
"Okay, okay, coming!" Kim choked back another burst of laughter and hopped over the canapé to help Ron get to his feet. "I guess that'll teach toi to not go all super-villain on me again. Blue was so not your color."
"But the cape was just too cool!" Ron protested.
"Simmer down, bad boy." Kim playfully punched him on the arm as she led him around and they both slumped down on the couch. They both fell silent, just enjoying each other's company in the peace and quiet of the empty Possible household.
Ron yawned and placed his feet up on the coffee table. Kim turned to him and gently poked him in the ribs.
"So, are toi going to tell me what happened today?"
"What are toi talking about KP?"
"How toi got hurt? I could tell that it wasn't a fall, unless your face happened to fall onto… I don't know, Brick's fist." Kim looked all serious.
"Ah… oh, that…" sheepish laughter.
"Well? toi know, no secrets between us."
"Yeah, I know, it's just, well, long story short, a couple of guys were messing around in the locker room. toi know, raunchy locker room talk, and I sort of got in the way." Ron mused and looked blankly at the ceiling.
"What sort of locker room talk?" Kim pressed on.
"Well… the sort of talk that borders on the 'too much information' locker room talk."
"About?" Kim raised her eyebrows.
"Let's just say I'm a gentleman and I wouldn't be caught dead speaking like that to a lady." Ron smiled knowingly.
"And toi got beaten up for that?"
"Sometimes Ron may be a little thick, but Ron knows when there's a wrong needed to be right, he'll do it." Ron puffed up his chest and swelled with self-importance. "Besides, I thought of calling you, but I don't know how you'd handle yourself in the boys' locker room. Don't want to catch Josh Mankey in just a towel, do you?" Ron gave Kim a devilish grin with a glint in his eye.
Kim blushed and punched him in the arm, a little harder than what could be considered gentle. She quickly changed the subject.
"Look, Ron, don't get into fights like that again, okay? I don't want to see toi get hurt."
"Okay, okay. Besides, it's no big, I'm fine. They stopped, and I just got a little roughed up." Ron let out a little chuckle. "I think it's worth it."
"So, do toi know what is the meaning of the words that Brick and Bonnie said?" Kim reached down and stroked Rufus behind the ears, eliciting a little growl of pleasure from Rufus' throat.
"I don’t know."
"You think, they just threatened us?" Kim wondered out loud.
"I think" Ron grinned.
Kim rolled her eyes, completely not understanding her best friend's l’amour for fictitious and overly dramatic body slams.
"Yeah, well… about that… toi know, the thing about the locker room? They were talking about you." Ron stared at his sneakers on the coffee table.
"Wha…?" Kim looked in shock at Ron. toi stood up for me?
"I felt toi deserve plus than this, toi maybe kinda nice but there’s something there inside toi plus than just nice."
Did Ron just say something nice about me? Kim's thoughts were… confused would only begin to describe the mess in her head right now.
"Ron… toi have got to be the dimmest light bulb in the room, for defending me. But then again, you're the sweetest guy in the world for trying to help, even someone like…" Kim shuddered, "me." Kim reached over and gave him a big hug.
"What’s wrong with you?" Ron asked.
“I’m a jerk” Kim responded.
“Don’t toi ever call yourself that again okay?” Ron said.
“Okay, big boy” Kim responded.
2 minutes later…
"Hey, KP."
"Yeah?"
"Just wondering if toi fell asleep there. With Rufus on my lap and your head on my shoulder, I can't seem to get this itch on my nose…" Ron wrinkled his nose.
“Ron can toi lay down here beside me?” Kim asked.
“Of course” Ron said.
It's the first time Ron ever lay beside his best friend and feel a connection between them.
“Ron, it’s little bit cold here can I rested my head on your chest and can toi please hold me?” Kim asked.
“Why not? Of course Kim” Ron responded.
They enjoy this romantic moment, I wonder where I would be without Ron, Kim thought to herself. She tried to picture her life, but she could see Ron at every stage of her life, pre-K, middle school, high school, college, and marriage. Marriage? Where did that thought come from? Kim blushed as she toyed with her fantasies running a little rampant. Kim look to Ron’s head above her and Ron look to hers too, they nearly Kiss but the cloche, bell door rings,
“Ohh, I shall open the door” Kim said.
“Ohh… ye… yes… right” Ron responded.
She blushed, realizing that she was a bit too preoccupied with her little daydream where Ron carried her in her long white bridal robe across… wait, no, there's someone at the front door. Hmph. She thought to herself. Kim opened the door to reveal two thin figures standing under the porch light. It was no one, she close back the door and lay down on the sofa with Ron and rested her head on his chest,
“Who is it?” Ron asked.
“No one, probably just bad kids” Kim responded.
“Kim I have a good news” Ron said.
“Oh, what it is?” Kim asked.
“Tara and me are now officially dating, can toi imagine that?” Ron said.
“You haven’t mentioned it to me, toi haven’t talk to me about her” Kim responded.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I just want to surprise you” Ron said.
They talk and then fall a sleep, Kim’s parents and the tweeb have back and let Ron and Kim sleep there. Kim Possible, pretending that she is happy if his best friend dating Tara but exactly she is jealous. The sunrise and they wake up in the morning,
“K.P, am I still in your house?” Ron asked.
“I think” Kim responded and she get up from the sofa.
“So, they saw us!” Ron shouted.
“Ronald take it easy, come on eat breakfast here, Kimmie come here too” Mr. Dr. Possible said.
“Ron, I’m really sorry for last night” Kim a dit to Ron.
“That’s fine Kim” Ron responded
They rejoindre Mr. Dr. Possible and Mrs. Dr. Possible and the tweebs,
“Our big sis, dating the cool guy” Jim talked to Tim.
“Jim, I didn’t dated Ron” Kim said.
“Yes, she’s not, but I’m dating with Tara” Ron said.
“We thought toi will marry and have a kids, and we will be their uncle” the tweebs said.
“Jim! Tim! Stop saying that” Kim shouted.
“No, Kim… it’s okay, it’s kind of funny toi know, kids? Huh? I like kids” Ron said.
“Eat your breakfast, you’ll late for school” Mr. Dr. Possible said.
Last night, Kim really enjoyed it. She kind of jealous of Ron, but Ron didn’t seem abandoning ou forget Kim. In the Middleton High School,
“So, Ron how is your relationship with Tara?” Kim asked.
“Exactly it’s fine, but not” Ron replied.
“What do toi mean?” Kim asked.
“Last night, when toi sleep with me… she saw it” Ron replied.
“Oh Ron, I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t do it” Kim said.
“No… that’s okay” Ron replied.
“You know, there’s new guy here, his name is Dane” Kim said.
“I can't wait to see him” Ron replied.
Kim and Ron's separate feelings of woe end up intersecting. Ron strikes up a friendship with Dane, a boy new to their school. But when Ron introduces Dane to Kim, there is an instant and mutual attraction between them. Immediately, Kim and Dane are dating steadily and Kim is happy, while Ron finds himself increasingly on the sidelines of Kim's life.
Dr. Darkken new plan, he has kidnaped Sereta Maru, a billionaire villain woman who owned an island and nuclear bomb. Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable quickly rescue Sereta Maru and give her to police, but they have failed stopping Drakken that has taken the nuclear bomb.
Shego is also finding herself unable to grasp Drakken's new plan. Drakken is pleased because he knows that if Shego can't figure out his scheme, neither cans Kim. Drakken baffles Shego even plus when he goes to a board meeting at a company he recently acquired.
Kim realizes Ron's growing unhappiness and tries to have a cœur, coeur to cœur, coeur talk with him, explaining that things are changing and it's time to déplacer on in life.
Dane has asked Kim to the prom, to her delight. Meanwhile, Ron soon realizes his own feelings ffor Kim, and at first he decides to tell her, but then reconsiders, valuing her friendship too much to risk losing it.
At the prom, Kim and Dane are the center of attention. Ron decides to go to Bueno Nacho and hang out par himself, trying to deal with losing Kim. Ron saw a Synthodrone in Bueno Nacho while Ned is gone. Ron bursts into the prom and tries to warn Kim and everyone else. He is immediately dismissed as crazy, and even Kim, nearly giving in to peer pressure and Dane's disbelief, almost dismisses Ron's warnings as well. But, remembering that she and Ron have been through too much together for a long time, and that she has experienced plenty of bizarre things in crime fighting, Kim relents and returns with him to her accueil to investigate further. Dane seems displeased.
At Kim's house, it is revealed that the Synthodrones are spread to all country, it has been upgrade into a plus powerful armored Synthodrones, ou called as VX-45. Elsewhere, Drakken demands that Shego gives him a status report. While there are enough VX-45s around the world to implement the final phase of the plan, Kim is getting wise to them. His plans in danger of being exposed, Drakken unleashes a direct attack on Kim. With help from the Possible family, Kim and Ron succeed in defeating the VX-45 attack. Drakken reveals to Kim he has Dane.
Angrily, Kim dons a new experimental battle-suit from Wade that has the ability to repair itself and enhance the physical ability of the wearer, and she and Ron head for Drakken's new lair. After a furious battle, Kim defeats Shego and finds Dane unharmed. They have defeat Shego and Drakken but Dane is missing.
The police van carrying Drakken, Shego, and the henchmen pulled away, leaving Ron and Kim alone in park. The two teens looked at one another, smiling, soaking in the moment. They had just foiled Drakken's greatest plot ever, and just in the nick of time. The whole sitch had been a close-run thing. It even seemed at one point as if the blue-skinned mad scientist would finally succeed in taking over the world. But when it seemed that Drakken had won, when Kim had actually donné up, Ron rallied her spirits – and began to confess his feelings for her. He'd been cut off par Rufus' untimely appearance, but Kim had heard enough to understand what Ron was suggesting.
Neither was even sure what to say ou do next. They didn't have much time to worry about that though; soon they were free of their bonds and on their way to putting an end to Drakken's scheme. Now, having triumphed over the villains once again, Kim and Ron stood beneath a starry spring sky, basking in one another's presence.
As Kim and Ron looked at each other, Rufus sat perched on his human's shoulder, surveying the scene. All seemed well to Rufus. Then, his little môle, mole rat eyes almost bugged out.
Kim immediately noticed the surprised expression on the face of the smallest member of Team Possible.
"What is it, Rufus?"
"Huh unh! Dane!" he squeaked.
"What?" Kim turned and, much to her surprise saw Dane
approaching her in the company of two police officers. He was now healthy, if quite disheveled – his hair was mussed up, his tie undone, his chemise untucked, his white dîner veste soiled.
Suddenly, Kim felt as if she was Lost at sea.
"Ms. Possible," one of the officers a dit to the stunned teen hero. "We found this young man bound and gagged in the basement of the headquarters building. He a dit he was your boyfriend."
Rufus growled.
"Kim?" Dane a dit diffidently. "Is it over?"
Kim looked into Dane's eyes, not sure what to believe anymore, she thought he died.
"KP, what's going on?" Ron asked, suddenly feeling very wary and uncomfortable.
Before anyone could say anything, Rufus scampered down to Dane's foot. Kim and Ron both watched as Rufus bit into Dane's shoe – and struck leather.
"Hey!" Dane yelped. "What's going on?"
"Dane … you're okay …" Kim said, dazed, surprised, and yes, elated. "What happened?"
Dane looked dazed.
"After toi and Ron left the prom, this lady with glowing hands came and kidnapped me and brought me here. Then that blue take-over-the-world guy you're always fighting pointed a gun at me – it was really scary – and shot a red beam at me.”
"This cannot be happening," Ron muttered.
Kim, not hearing Ron, gazed into Dane's eyes, then threw her arms around his neck. "Oh, Dane, I'm so glad you're safe."
Dane returned the hug, burying his face in Kim's mane of auburn hair.
Ron, meanwhile, turned and began to walk away. This was now certifiably the worst jour of his life.
Kim and Dane embraced for what seemed an eternity before they finally pulled apart. And that was only because of the angry chittering Kim heard. She looked down to see an angry Rufus jumping up and down, flailing his little arms, and pointing in Ron's direction.
"Is everything okay, Kim?" Dane asked.
Kim looked at Rufus, then at Ron's back, then at Dane. She groaned. "No, it's not. I need to talk to Ron." Kim said.
She jogged up to her best friend. But before she caught up to him, he spoke, his back still turned to her. "You two can take the scooter. Go to the prom. I'll get a ride with the cops."
To Kim, Ron's voice sounded hollow.
"Ron –" Kim began to say before she was cut off.
"It's okay, KP," he said, turning around to look at her. "Your BF's okay. Go enjoy yourselves. I'm tired. I, I just want to go accueil and go to sleep."
Kim felt as if a yawning, gaping chasm was opening between her and her best friend.
"Ron, about tonight …"
He held up a hand. "Don't say anything, 'kay? I'm happy for you, really."
Kim's cœur, coeur was breaking. The sparkle she'd always seen in her best friend's eyes was now gone.
She hadn't seen any of this before. She'd been completely oblivious to how Ron felt, assuming his fit on television, his discomfort in the treehouse was fueled par his concern over their friendship. Now, there was no hiding from it, no hiding from how he truly felt about her. But she now had Dane …
"Ron …"
"Go. Now. Please," he a dit as he turned again. "You can leave the scooter at the treehouse. And, and tell your dad the rockets were badical."
Kim didn't know what to say ou do as Ron walked away from her. She watched as he made his way to the cluster of police. Rufus, following behind his human, occasionally turned to shoot her a dirty look. Before she knew it, Ron and Rufus climbed into a croiseur and drove off.
When Kim and Dane walked into the Middleton High Gym, the entire student body – save Bonnie – exploded into rapturous applause. The assembled teens, teachers, and chaperones – and one janitor with a pocket TV – were delighted to welcome their hometown heroine; once again the local girl who could do anything had saved the day.
Kim had enjoyed the ride back to Middleton. She'd allowed worries about Ron to recede as she relaxed into Dane's back and wrapped her arms around his middle. She told herself that she and her longtime best friend would find a way to work through this awkward sitch, then began to think about the young man driving the scooter and what lay ahead for them. She was ready to relax and enjoy being with her boyfriend. Now they stood at the entrance to the gym. As she and Dane held hands, she smiled sheepishly at the crowd, and then waved to everyone. Monique caught her eye and grinned, giving her best girl friend a big thumb's up.The cheering over, things began to settle down and the students returned to the important business at hand: having a good time. It wasn't long before the DJ began playing musique again.
As a slow song began to play, Dane led Kim to the middle of the dance floor. Everybody, even the royally tweaked Bonnie Rockwaller, already knew who was going to be elected prom king and Queen and so it seemed especially appropriate for Kim and Dane to take center stage.
The chords began wafting across the room and Kim and Dane began to dance.
'I know we've been Friends forever
But now I think I'm feeling something totally new
And after all this time
I've opened up my eyes
Now I see toi were always with me'
The words hit Kim with the force of a tidal wave.
She thought of Ron and all he had a dit and done at Bueno Nacho earlier that evening, of how he was there with her in her darkest moment, of the words of encouragement he had spoken in the storeroom, of how he believed in her and of how when she most needed him, he was there to boost her spirits.
And then Kim thought of those four words, those four simple words that roared in her memory: Out there, in here.
'Could it be toi and I
Never imagined
Could it be, suddenly
I'm falling for you'
Could it be? she asked herself. Kim realized she had actually been on the verge of asking Ron to the prom when Dane reappeared. She wondered whether she'd been about to invite Ron to the dance because she was rebounding and needed solace – ou because she actually wanted to be at the prom with Ron, dancing with him, being held par him?
'Could it be toi were right here beside me
And I never knew
Could it be that it's true that it's you'
Ron had been par her side for so many years. Sure, they'd had their moments, Kim thought. She wasn't sure she'd ever forget his abandoning her during the whole Prince Wally election fiasco ou the time he'd made up stories about her and Brick for the school paper. But he'd always been there when it mattered most. The missions. Encouraging her to ask out Josh – and then forgiving her for locking him in a closet. He was there for her the Christmas he went after Drakken so she could be with the fam. And it was Ron who went to the amazone, amazon to retrieve that orchid …
Kim found herself wondering if Dane would go to the amazone, amazon for her – ou even with her. She now recognized that Ron had just gone on a mission to save her boyfriend when he himself had been crushing on her. Kim reeled, as she realized Ron cared so much about her that he set aside his own feelings; he just wanted her to be happy and if that meant going to save the guy she liked liked, then he would go and do what was necessary. She wondered if Dane, presented with the same sitch, would have done what Ron had done for her this very night.
Kim now knew she'd had visions of nourriture Chains and hotties dancing in her head when she considered what the perfect guy was like. But what, she wondered, if I was wrong? What if the guy for her was really a freckle-faced tow-headed goofball who squealed with joy when he found a new toy ou spent hours in front of a TV watching dessins animés – and was always ready to go into life-threatening situations with her even though he hated free-falling and no one ever gave him recognition ou respect?
'It's kind of funny toi were always near
But who would ever have thought that we would end up here
And every time I've needed you
You've been there to pull me through
Now it's clear
I've been waiting for you'
But where have we wound up? Kim asked herself. She thought everything had been cool with Ron in the days after she met Dane. But she now knew she was so wrong. She and Ron had actually been drifting apart ever since Dane showed up, indeed, ever since Bonnie began to play her about the prom. Kim felt awful as she admitted that she hadn't even noticed Ron was upset until she saw his meltdown on the news. She wondered if they could be 'just friends' after what happened that evening. She wondered if all of this confusion and remorse was part of growing up. She wondered if an ever-diminishing role for Ron in her life was the price she had to pay to be with Dane.
But what if I want Ron in my life, she asked herself. What if I need Ron? I can't do what I do without him, after all. I know I couldn't have done it tonight. I wouldn't have even done it the first time if he hadn't been there. I wouldn't be who am I without Ron par my side.
As the musique continued to play, Kim was Lost in her thoughts, unsure of what to do. In just a little over a year, she'd graduate from high school; what would she do then, she wondered. She and Ron would surely be parted when it came time to go to college. Kim knew Ron couldn't get into the schools she hoped to attend. Maybe it would be better for them to start going their separate ways now, she told herself. It would be hard, but maybe that, too, was part of growing up. They weren't kids anymore, after all.
But she was Kim Possible, wasn't she? Couldn't she do anything? Even find a way to make things work with her best friend? Who a dit they had to be in different cities when it came time for college? Couldn't they find a way to boost his grades? ou at least find a community college ou a job for Ron near wherever she went to school? Couldn't she consider other educational opportunities?
Kim realized there were options. There were choices. And there were decisions to be made.
Then she heard the song's climactic words:
'Today is the start of the rest of our lives
I can see it in your eyes
That it's real and it's true
And it's just me and you
Could it be that it's true
That it's you'
Kim had seen the look in Ron's eyes. She knew what the first jour of the rest of his life was like: it was lonely and sad. But earlier, just before Dane reappeared, she'd seen real joy and possibility in those familiar brown eyes. And she'd seen the affection, no, the love, when he a dit "Out there, in here … toi know, someone like …"
And she'd turned away from that affection, that … love. For this guy she'd known for just a few days. Sure, Dane was nice and a real hottie and … well, perfect. Kim found herself looking at her boyfriend, who offered a gentle smile in return.
A special moment seemed to arrive. He pulled her close. Kim could tell what he was about to do. She had wanted this so bad.
Now, though …
"Dane, I'm so sorry," Kim said, pulling back, "but I have to go."
She ran up the path to Ron's house and rang the bell.
Ron's mother opened the door. She was clearly surprised to see Kim standing in front of her wearing a blue party dress with a charred hem.
"Hi, Mrs. Stoppable," Kim a dit breathlessly. "I'm really sorry to stop par so late, but is Ron still up?"
"Up? He hasn't come accueil yet. I thought the two of toi were still on your way back from your mission. Obviously, I'm missing something here, unless you've changed what toi wear when toi go into the field …" Mrs. Stoppable said, looking at Kim's dress – and her done-up hair.
Kim sighed. "It's a long story. Bottom line: Ron and I, uh, came accueil separately. Ron had me bring someone back on his scooter, which can go, uh, surprisingly fast, and he came back with the police. I thought Ron would be accueil par now. He a dit he was, uh, tired."
"Well, he's not here. Though I wish he were. toi know, Kimberly, I have to tell you, I'm worried that one of these days he's going to get hurt on one of these missions of yours. He's just … Ronnie, after all."
Kim didn't want to say it, but she knew Mrs. Stoppable was right. Ron had been hurt – and badly – on this mission, only in a way that hurt plus than broken Bones ou bruises. But Ron's mother was wrong about something very important, and Kim felt the need to correct a misconception. "Mrs. S, Ron can handle himself just fine out there. Believe me. I couldn't save the world without him."
"I'm glad to hear toi say that, Kimberly," Ron's mother a dit with a smile that was both indulgent and skeptical. "Well, when Ronnie gets accueil I'll tell him toi stopped by."
"Thanks, Mrs. Stoppable," Kim said. "And good night."
Kim so wasn't going to just wait for Ron to come accueil and maybe calls her. She was going to find him. Now. She turned and ran back to the scooter. Before she climbed on the bike, she called Wade and had him patch her through to Officer Hobble.
"Kim Possible!" the genial policeman enthused. "That was fine work toi did tonight!"
"Thanks, Officer Hobble. Do toi know where Ron Stoppable, my sideki… my partner is? I think he came back to Middleton in one of the cruisers."
"Sorry, Kim. He did indeed come back in one of our cars. But he left the station a while ago. He seemed pretty quiet, a bit sad. He didn't get in the way tonight, did he?"
"What? No!" Kim protested. "If Ron hadn't been there Drakken would have won."
"That's nice of toi to say, but we all know what really must have happened. Kim Possible saves the jour again!"
Kim rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Can toi call me if toi hear anything about Ron?"
"Sure, Ms. Possible. Will do."
Then it occurred to her. She didn't need to be searching for Ron, hoping to run into him. She called Wade again.
"What up, Kim?" he asked before taking a sip of his Slurpster.
"Wade, where's Ron?" she demanded.
"I don't know," he said.
"You still have him chipped." It was a statement, not a question.
"Kim, we've talked about thi–" he countered.
"Not tonight, Wade. Ethical ramifications are so not my priority right now. Where's Ron?"
"Hold on," the young tech guru sighed. "The corner of érable and Washington."
"Thanks, Wade. toi rock," she a dit before signing off.
Kim put her casque on and headed to the intersection where
Wade a dit she'd find her best friend.
The address seemed familiar, though she couldn't say why.
Ron never recalled crying so hard. Well, there was the time that Evil Cousin Shawn had … And then there was that whole incident with the bullies and the whipped cream … And he didn't even want to think about his summer at Camp Wannaweep.
But none of that hurt the way this did.
It was over. It was finally, actually, over.
Twelve years of friendship. Done because he had to fall for his best friend – and his best friend had to fall for some new guy.
That was the worst part. Ron could live with the fact that Dane was smarter, better looking, plus grown up. But Eric had just shown up a few days earlier. And Kim Lost no time in just setting Ron Stoppable aside. Even with Josh Mankey, Ron's status as Kim Possible's Best Friend seemed rock solid. Now, especially after that talk in the arbre house and the way she fell into Dane's arms at Drakken’s lair, Ron felt like his status had been radically downgraded. Now he was simply just another person Kim knew. He wondered if she would dump him from the team. Missions seemed to be the only thing they might do together now and Dane, who drove a real motorcycle, not some piece-of-junk scooter, might have skills that would be useful to Kim in the field.
Kim didn't need him, didn't want him. That hurt. It hurt so much. Sure, she a dit they'd be tight, but he knew those were just pretty words. Moments after she a dit that, Dane had shown up and she'd left the treehouse to be with her BF rather than stay with her upset best friend.
Ron had allowed himself to hope that maybe, just maybe, he had a chance when she listened to him, and not Dane, earlier in the evening and gone to investigate what turned out to be Drakken's most dangerous scheme ever.
Oh, how it had hurt to see her throw herself into that phony's arms after he came down that escalator. But that didn't hurt as much seeing her be betrayed. And that not only hurt, that infuriated Ron, prompting him to charge the synthodrone, only to be taken down, and hard, par Shego.
Then Ron found himself tied up to that giant cactus. That really was one badical storeroom, he thought. Momentarily distracted from his woes, Ron wondered if he could convince Bueno Nacho, assuming it wasn't shut down permanently after the evening's disaster, to let him have one of those hommages for his room. A giant naco would be really cool.
But nacos made him think of Bueno Nacho. And when he thought of Bueno Nacho he thought of the booth. Their booth.
And so Ron's thoughts returned to Kim.
Of Kim tied up and defeated. He'd never seen her like that. Ever. That really got his goat. He was proud that he was able to rally her spirits, get her to fight back. And at the time, when he'd found the guts to venture into uncharted territory, to do what no man should ever have to do, he thought that, miracle of miracles, she might actually have been interested in him. He still recalled her saying "Really?" with a vulnerable, sweet smile on her beautiful, wonderful face when he gave his little speech implying he was the guy for her.
But that dream – that fantaisie – was blown away when the real Eric appeared. All memories of the storeroom were left behind when Kim had her BF back.
And memories weren't the only things left behind. Now Ron was alone.
Ron sat under the nighttime sky with nothing but memories of the past and the prospect of a lonely future. Sure, he had Rufus, who even then was par his side. And he knew he had Friends – there was Felix, there was Monique – and, of course, there was Yori. But none of them would ever be like Kim.
None of them would ever be his Best Friend.
Ron rested his head on his crossed arms and began to cry anew.
Of course she knew this intersection. It was where the preschool was located.
Kim parked the scooter par the fence and left her casque in the basket. Then she made her way into the grounds. It seemed strange to be here in the dark and for the playground to be empty. In her mind, this was always supposed to be a sunny place filled with laughing children, including a pig-tailed, red-headed girl and a goofy little blond-haired boy with big ears and a giant imaginary friend named Rufus.
The schoolyard was illuminated par the full moon, making it easy for her to find her way. She found Ron sitting beneath the arbre where they had first met. His head was bowed, resting on his arms.
"Hey," she said.
He looked up. "Kim?"
She could see he'd been crying.
"Can I sit down?"
Rufus, perched on Ron's shoulder, glared at Kim and growled.
"Amp down, little buddy," Ron said. "It'll be okay."
The naked môle, mole rat shot Kim one last angry look, then sullenly retreated to Ron's cargo pants pocket.
Kim sat down on the herbe suivant to her best friend.
"Aren't toi worried about your dress?" he asked.
"No big," she said, brushing her bangs out of her face. "It's not like it hasn't already taken a few hits."
They sat in awkward silence.
"Ron, we need to talk," she said.
He laughed bitterly. "KP, you're supposed to say that when toi break up with the guy. I never even got to rendez-vous amoureux, date you. Unless," he said, his sarcasm suddenly replaced par trepidation, "you want to formally end our friendship." Ron was gripped par a feeling of dread as his worst nightmare seemed to be becoming reality. "Oh man, I should never have even started to say anything. I should have kept my big mouth shut. I can deal with toi and Dane dating. Really –"
Ron began hyperventilating.
Kim placed a hand on Ron's forearm. "Dial down the drama, Ron. That's not why I'm here. Now just listen to me, please and thank toi …"
She took a deep breath.
"… Ron, the most ferociously magical thing happened to me tonight."
"Yeah," he interrupted. "I'm sure learning that the guy of your dreams is real and not some bag of goo cooked up par your arch-foe is pretty cool."
Kim snorted and shook her head. "Well, okay, that would be pretty cool, but that's not what I'm talking about …"
Much to Ron's surprise, Kim took his hand and laced her fingers through his.
"… Tonight, for the first time in my life, and toi can correct me if I'm wrong, someone who not only knows my rep as the girl who can do anything, as the head cheerleader, as the honor roll student, but who also knows I can be short-tempered, willing to pay ten times plus for designer labels and, and …" Kim stopped as she began to sniffle … "can ignore my best friend in the world who may be weird but who has always been there for me just because I met some hottie, was going to tell me that he liked liked me, maybe even … loved me." She paused. "Am I right?"
Ron saw that Kim was looking at him with glistening eyes. He didn't know what was going on, but he hated seeing her upset. He wondered if he should lie. That would make it easier for her to go back to Dane and for them to remain friends. It was the best he could hope for; after all, it wasn't as if a guy like Ron Stoppable ever really had a chance with a girl like Kim Possible. Kim may have once scoffed, but Ron knew that The Rules really did rule.
But lying to Kim about his true feelings presented Ron with one insurmountable problem: he just couldn't play her, not like that, not now. He knew there was only one thing he could realistically do in this case: pretend the Truth rayon, ray had hit him and fess up like a man.
"Yeah, KP, toi are," Ron answered softly. "I, I don't know that I would have had the guts to say it like that, but yeah, you're right."
Kim's lower lip began to quiver, then she started to cry.
"Aw, man, Kim, I'm sorry," Ron whined. He hated to see Kim cry; he still didn't know he was about the only person ou thing in the world that could bring her to tears. "I didn't want to make toi sad. I knew I should have kept quiet. Now I really have ruined our friendship."
Kim's head whipped up. "No! toi haven't, Ron."
"Then why are toi crying? I'm so confused …"
"You really don't get girls, do you?" she observed, a small smile on her face.
"I think that should be obvious par now," he said. "Girls, sideways eight thingies …"
"Ron," Kim said, gently cutting him off and shifting conversational gears, readying herself to utter the words that she now knew had to be donné voice. "I don't even want to think of all the times I treated toi badly."
"Then don't, KP. I've had my moments, too, toi know."
"I know that," she said, "but that's not the point," she said, wiping her tears away. "I, I wanted a date, a stinkin' BF for the prom and Bonnie went on about the nourriture chain and convinced me toi weren't good enough …"
Ron winced and Kim, seeing his reaction, began to cry again.
"… and, and, I believed her and when I told my mom I'd be stuck going to the prom with toi she a dit toi were a very nice guy and I a dit toi weren't a guy toi were Ron and she a dit that I was saying toi were friend material, not boyfriend material, and I a dit of course, toi were a friend, my best friend, but that was different but don't toi see I really wasn't a very good friend, let alone best friend, especially when Dane came along and I stopped spending as much time with toi but I told toi we'd still be tight …'
Ron was reeling, both from what Kim was saying and from the speed with which she a dit it. "So, I really never did have a chance with toi …" he whispered.
"Yes! No! I mean yes, toi did have a chance!" Kim a dit in a panic. "That's why this all hurts so much. toi did have a chance. There really were fireworks after the modulator Kiss and it was fun to get all dressed up and go with toi to your cousin's wedding and I was so jealing over Yori. Ron, I was interested, but I didn't really know if toi were and then I let my head get turned par Bonnie and I'll admit some of your quirks were getting on my nerves and then Dane showed up and …"
Ron's eyes were tearing up now, too. "It's okay, Kim. Look, I understand. And I'll always be your best friend." He turned away from her, contemplating Kim's revelation: he'd actually had a chance – and he'd let it slip by.
"Ron Stoppable," Kim a dit through her own tears, "you are so dense sometimes. toi were going to tell me toi l’amour me. And that's so incredibly scary. Be– because I think I may l’amour you."
"What?" Ron a dit turning back to Kim.
"You heard me. I may l’amour you. I don't know. toi know, Ron, I'm not exactly experienced in this kind of thing. Crushing, yes. Real love, no. And it's a bit overwhelming. I know that we're just teenagers, but part of me wants to know right now that you'll always be right here beside me."
"KP, whatever happens, as long as toi want that, toi can count on that. That's a promise."
Kim looked into Ron's eyes. He was confused, but his eyes had regained their sparkle. And she knew Ron's words weren't idle. He really meant them.
He'd always had her back. And she knew he always would.
Then she remembered some words from the song she heard earlier that evening.
'It's kind of funny toi were always near
But who would ever have thought that we would end up here
And every time I've needed you
You've been there to pull me through
Now it's clear
I've been waiting for you'
Kim smiled. plus than twelve years earlier she and Ron had met beneath this very tree. Back then she couldn't have imagined she'd be back at that place with Ron sharing this moment. The two best Friends touched foreheads, and then gazed into one another's eyes. Then slowly, hesitantly, they brought their lips together.
And much to Kim's delight and relief, there were still fireworks there.
"I'm so sorry, Ron," Kim a dit afterwards as she rested her head on his shoulder.
He tensed. He wondered if she was going to say the Kiss hadn't done anything for her and that she'd been mistaken. "Why are toi sorry?" he finally choked out.
"For being so stupid, for abandoning you. For not seeing what I had right here beside me."
Ron, feeling immensely relieved, flashed her his familiar goofy grin. "No problemo, Kim. If I thought I might have a thing for me, I think I'd be pretty scared, too!"
Kim couldn't help but laugh. She reached up and mussed up the hair of her best friend-turned-boyfriend. "You know this is going to be ferociously awk-weird, don't you?"
"Yeah, but I bet it'll be worth it, KP," Ron said. "Because I really do l’amour you."
She looked into his brown eyes, now alive and sparkling, at the familiar freckles on either cheek, at the big ears, and at the smile she had known since she was four. She had been right. She was young and she really didn't yet know what l’amour was; she wasn't sure that Ron knew either – but in her cœur, coeur she knew that she and her life-long best friend turned boyfriend would find out together.
Kim Possible then smiled – it was a silly little girl's smile, really – placed her hands on Ron Stoppable's face, and pulled him in for another of what she hoped, no, expected, to be many plus fireworks-filled kisses.
(Deleted Scene)
-Want to know what happen to Brick and Bonnie's plan to finish off Kim? Exactly Brick already prepared to asked Kim to go out with him, but he saw Kim and Dane together, so their plan is total failed.
“Kim Possible, why toi so care about that weird Stoppable?” Bonnie asked.
“Because he is my best friend since Pre-K, and he’s always help me” Kim responded.
“Help toi like… embarrassing toi in front of many people?” Bonnie asked.
“Bonnie, I really don’t have time for this” Kim a dit and leaves.
Kim always ignores Bonnie words and never accepts it as a burden.
"… I bet toi want some of that cheerleader ass." A loud taunt broke Tara’s reverie.
Tara looked around; she thought she had just heard Brick Flagg, school's étoile, star quarterback. She glanced around, and realized that she was still very much alone. She glanced up at the mur behind her, and realized par the small, high windows, that she was outside the boys' locker room.
"Yeah… definitely want some of that." An unfamiliar voice reached Tara's ears, and she perked up. Her curiosity was aroused. Who are they talking about?
"Guys…" Tara thought, that sounds like Ron Stoppable. "I don't think toi should talk about her like that. She's not that kind of person, toi know." Aww… how touching, Tara smirked. He must be defending his best friend, Kim Possible.
"Oooh, guys, seems like someone has a certain crush on a certain cheerleader. I guess toi aren't up to rendez-vous amoureux, date on the locker room rumors. She isn't exactly all that proper." Brick's sneering voice floated out the window, followed par guffaws of laughter.
"Whatever, I don't think she's that sort of person." Ron's voice retorted. There were mock gasps all around.
"Hah, toi think she'd tell someone like toi things like that? I know what kind of girl she is. Well, I'm gonna treat her like she actually is. I wanna grab her good and…" Tara heard some spanking noises plus other disgusting sounds only made par boys in their locker rooms, followed par another roar of laughter. "She needs someone to put her in her place. So that she can't boss us around all the time. Who does she think she is? Queen of the school?"
"Hey, toi might not think much of her, but I think she hasn't done anything to deserve being treated like that." Ron spoke up.
"Why are toi standing up for her?" Some guy yelled angrily.
"Is she so special for you?" Tara didn't recognize his voice, but smiled happily, thinking that Ron's finally going to get what he deserves for sticking up for Kim Possible.
"At least she has plus brains than the lot of you…" Ron muttered something that made Tara's ears turn red. Who knew he had it in him? She tilted back her head and let out a quiet malicious laugh.
"What did toi call me?" Another angry yell broke out. There was a roar of anger, and Tara heard something large slam against a locker followed par the ugly chanting of the mob going, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"
There's a painful yelp, another crash, and silence. She panic and turned away, and started walking towards the gym entrance when a she meet Kim Possible,
“Kim!” Tara shouted.
“What wrong with toi Tara?” Kim asked.
“Ron… Ron…”
“Ron what?”
They saw the cheerleaders crowding around the benches, and Kim ran up to see what was going on.
“Ron!” Kim shouted.
He was sitting on the sidelines, all scruffy and banged up. His left eye was slowly turning blue and his left cheek looking red and swollen. There were a couple of droplets of dried blood on his Mad Dog uniform. He smiled weakly at Kim Possible and said, "You know. I'm a klutz. Slipped in the showers, fell face first. No big."
Kim gently touched his face, and Ron winced in pain and hissed sharply. "This looks bad, Ron. I think we should go to the nurse."
"Nah, Kim, it's fine, I'll be okay. toi know the Ron-man always gets back on his feet."
"Ron! Stop trying to act all macho!" Kim snapped at him.
"Yeah, Kim's right, I think that needs some medical attention. How did toi get banged up so badly?" Tara voiced her concern.
Ron kept smiling his goofy smile, and raised his right hand to sweep back his hair. "Oh toi know me, always clowning around. I'm the Middleton Mad Dog, toi know. toi can take the Ron out of the Mad Dog, but toi can't take the Mad Dog out of the Ron."
Kim sighed with exasperation. "I think this is pretty much it for cheerleading practice then." Kim turned to the crowd and ordered, "Girls, practice your own routines and see toi suivant week. Ron, I'm taking toi home."
"Sure Kim, thanks." As Ron got up, he caught a glimpse of the short-haired brunette standing at the very back of the crowd with her arms crossed and a look he has never seen before on her face.
“Hey, Ron! toi know who’s next” Brick and Bonnie said.
"Let's just get toi home." Kim sighed. She had enough of Bonnie's temper and maybe tomorrow, she could speak to Mr. Barkin about her slipping performance and her violent outburst. Maybe then this would be the end and she would never have to put up with Bonnie's childish tantrums anymore. Kim smiled grimly, as she helped Ron pick up his gym bag and gently held his arm as they walked out the gym.
Meanwhile at the gym…
“Bonnie, I’ve finished off Ron Stoppable and where do toi think I shall finish Kim Possible?” Brick asked.
“Ask her out and finish her off” Bonnie responded.
“Is there another plan?” Brick asked.
“If toi want to finish her off, do what I said” Bonnie said.
“Kim Possible is a fighter, she can beat me up too, so I need payment” Brick responded.
“100 US dolar” Bonnie said.
“Agree” Brick responded.
The sky outside slowly Lost its light blue hue and turned to a fiery orange.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in Middleton…
"Ouch, KP! toi could be a little plus gentle!" Ron grumbled under his breath. He was sitting uncomfortably on the canapé in the Possibles living room.
"Ron, quit being such a baby. toi know it'll only sting a little." Kim brandished a q-tip dipped in iodine.
"KP, I know toi can do anything, and toi want to do something, but I'm alright. Look, it stopped bleeding." Ron tried to put on the goofiest smile he could, only that he stretched his smile a little too much and… a sharp pain shot through his face. Kim caught that wince of pain on his face.
"Ron. Stop that."
"Aww… KP, toi don't want me to be a grouchy puss like you."
Kim shot him a deadly look. Moi? Grouchy puss? He didn't. Oh no, he didn't call me that.
"Err… KP? I'm sorry?" Ron looked at her meekly.
"If I were a grouchy puss," her voice dropped low and deadly,
"would I do this?" And she lunged vers l'avant, vers l’avant and tickled his sides. Ron yelped and tried to ignore the pain in his back as he jumped back and tried to squirm away to the far end of the couch. They both laughed as they fell to the floor.
"Kim Possible! toi think toi are all that, but you're not!" Ron jumped up on the canapé and did his best Zorpox imitation.
"Booyahahahaha… woah!" Ron, caught up in his role-playing, Lost his balance and fell over the other side of the couch, with a resounding thud.
"Oooh… KP, sidekick in trouble here. Need a little help." Ron groaned in pain.
Kim could not help but double over in laughter. This was just too funny, this was classic Ron. Kim felt tears brimming in her eyes, as she couldn't control her laughter. Somehow, among all the people she knew, it was just Ron who made her feel… just right.
"Aww… c'mon KP! Little help here!" Ron let out another moan of pain.
"Okay, okay, coming!" Kim choked back another burst of laughter and hopped over the canapé to help Ron get to his feet. "I guess that'll teach toi to not go all super-villain on me again. Blue was so not your color."
"But the cape was just too cool!" Ron protested.
"Simmer down, bad boy." Kim playfully punched him on the arm as she led him around and they both slumped down on the couch. They both fell silent, just enjoying each other's company in the peace and quiet of the empty Possible household.
Ron yawned and placed his feet up on the coffee table. Kim turned to him and gently poked him in the ribs.
"So, are toi going to tell me what happened today?"
"What are toi talking about KP?"
"How toi got hurt? I could tell that it wasn't a fall, unless your face happened to fall onto… I don't know, Brick's fist." Kim looked all serious.
"Ah… oh, that…" sheepish laughter.
"Well? toi know, no secrets between us."
"Yeah, I know, it's just, well, long story short, a couple of guys were messing around in the locker room. toi know, raunchy locker room talk, and I sort of got in the way." Ron mused and looked blankly at the ceiling.
"What sort of locker room talk?" Kim pressed on.
"Well… the sort of talk that borders on the 'too much information' locker room talk."
"About?" Kim raised her eyebrows.
"Let's just say I'm a gentleman and I wouldn't be caught dead speaking like that to a lady." Ron smiled knowingly.
"And toi got beaten up for that?"
"Sometimes Ron may be a little thick, but Ron knows when there's a wrong needed to be right, he'll do it." Ron puffed up his chest and swelled with self-importance. "Besides, I thought of calling you, but I don't know how you'd handle yourself in the boys' locker room. Don't want to catch Josh Mankey in just a towel, do you?" Ron gave Kim a devilish grin with a glint in his eye.
Kim blushed and punched him in the arm, a little harder than what could be considered gentle. She quickly changed the subject.
"Look, Ron, don't get into fights like that again, okay? I don't want to see toi get hurt."
"Okay, okay. Besides, it's no big, I'm fine. They stopped, and I just got a little roughed up." Ron let out a little chuckle. "I think it's worth it."
"So, do toi know what is the meaning of the words that Brick and Bonnie said?" Kim reached down and stroked Rufus behind the ears, eliciting a little growl of pleasure from Rufus' throat.
"I don’t know."
"You think, they just threatened us?" Kim wondered out loud.
"I think" Ron grinned.
Kim rolled her eyes, completely not understanding her best friend's l’amour for fictitious and overly dramatic body slams.
"Yeah, well… about that… toi know, the thing about the locker room? They were talking about you." Ron stared at his sneakers on the coffee table.
"Wha…?" Kim looked in shock at Ron. toi stood up for me?
"I felt toi deserve plus than this, toi maybe kinda nice but there’s something there inside toi plus than just nice."
Did Ron just say something nice about me? Kim's thoughts were… confused would only begin to describe the mess in her head right now.
"Ron… toi have got to be the dimmest light bulb in the room, for defending me. But then again, you're the sweetest guy in the world for trying to help, even someone like…" Kim shuddered, "me." Kim reached over and gave him a big hug.
"What’s wrong with you?" Ron asked.
“I’m a jerk” Kim responded.
“Don’t toi ever call yourself that again okay?” Ron said.
“Okay, big boy” Kim responded.
2 minutes later…
"Hey, KP."
"Yeah?"
"Just wondering if toi fell asleep there. With Rufus on my lap and your head on my shoulder, I can't seem to get this itch on my nose…" Ron wrinkled his nose.
“Ron can toi lay down here beside me?” Kim asked.
“Of course” Ron said.
It's the first time Ron ever lay beside his best friend and feel a connection between them.
“Ron, it’s little bit cold here can I rested my head on your chest and can toi please hold me?” Kim asked.
“Why not? Of course Kim” Ron responded.
They enjoy this romantic moment, I wonder where I would be without Ron, Kim thought to herself. She tried to picture her life, but she could see Ron at every stage of her life, pre-K, middle school, high school, college, and marriage. Marriage? Where did that thought come from? Kim blushed as she toyed with her fantasies running a little rampant. Kim look to Ron’s head above her and Ron look to hers too, they nearly Kiss but the cloche, bell door rings,
“Ohh, I shall open the door” Kim said.
“Ohh… ye… yes… right” Ron responded.
She blushed, realizing that she was a bit too preoccupied with her little daydream where Ron carried her in her long white bridal robe across… wait, no, there's someone at the front door. Hmph. She thought to herself. Kim opened the door to reveal two thin figures standing under the porch light. It was no one, she close back the door and lay down on the sofa with Ron and rested her head on his chest,
“Who is it?” Ron asked.
“No one, probably just bad kids” Kim responded.
“Kim I have a good news” Ron said.
“Oh, what it is?” Kim asked.
“Tara and me are now officially dating, can toi imagine that?” Ron said.
“You haven’t mentioned it to me, toi haven’t talk to me about her” Kim responded.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I just want to surprise you” Ron said.
They talk and then fall a sleep, Kim’s parents and the tweeb have back and let Ron and Kim sleep there. Kim Possible, pretending that she is happy if his best friend dating Tara but exactly she is jealous. The sunrise and they wake up in the morning,
“K.P, am I still in your house?” Ron asked.
“I think” Kim responded and she get up from the sofa.
“So, they saw us!” Ron shouted.
“Ronald take it easy, come on eat breakfast here, Kimmie come here too” Mr. Dr. Possible said.
“Ron, I’m really sorry for last night” Kim a dit to Ron.
“That’s fine Kim” Ron responded
They rejoindre Mr. Dr. Possible and Mrs. Dr. Possible and the tweebs,
“Our big sis, dating the cool guy” Jim talked to Tim.
“Jim, I didn’t dated Ron” Kim said.
“Yes, she’s not, but I’m dating with Tara” Ron said.
“We thought toi will marry and have a kids, and we will be their uncle” the tweebs said.
“Jim! Tim! Stop saying that” Kim shouted.
“No, Kim… it’s okay, it’s kind of funny toi know, kids? Huh? I like kids” Ron said.
“Eat your breakfast, you’ll late for school” Mr. Dr. Possible said.
Last night, Kim really enjoyed it. She kind of jealous of Ron, but Ron didn’t seem abandoning ou forget Kim. In the Middleton High School,
“So, Ron how is your relationship with Tara?” Kim asked.
“Exactly it’s fine, but not” Ron replied.
“What do toi mean?” Kim asked.
“Last night, when toi sleep with me… she saw it” Ron replied.
“Oh Ron, I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t do it” Kim said.
“No… that’s okay” Ron replied.
“You know, there’s new guy here, his name is Dane” Kim said.
“I can't wait to see him” Ron replied.
Kim and Ron's separate feelings of woe end up intersecting. Ron strikes up a friendship with Dane, a boy new to their school. But when Ron introduces Dane to Kim, there is an instant and mutual attraction between them. Immediately, Kim and Dane are dating steadily and Kim is happy, while Ron finds himself increasingly on the sidelines of Kim's life.
Dr. Darkken new plan, he has kidnaped Sereta Maru, a billionaire villain woman who owned an island and nuclear bomb. Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable quickly rescue Sereta Maru and give her to police, but they have failed stopping Drakken that has taken the nuclear bomb.
Shego is also finding herself unable to grasp Drakken's new plan. Drakken is pleased because he knows that if Shego can't figure out his scheme, neither cans Kim. Drakken baffles Shego even plus when he goes to a board meeting at a company he recently acquired.
Kim realizes Ron's growing unhappiness and tries to have a cœur, coeur to cœur, coeur talk with him, explaining that things are changing and it's time to déplacer on in life.
Dane has asked Kim to the prom, to her delight. Meanwhile, Ron soon realizes his own feelings ffor Kim, and at first he decides to tell her, but then reconsiders, valuing her friendship too much to risk losing it.
At the prom, Kim and Dane are the center of attention. Ron decides to go to Bueno Nacho and hang out par himself, trying to deal with losing Kim. Ron saw a Synthodrone in Bueno Nacho while Ned is gone. Ron bursts into the prom and tries to warn Kim and everyone else. He is immediately dismissed as crazy, and even Kim, nearly giving in to peer pressure and Dane's disbelief, almost dismisses Ron's warnings as well. But, remembering that she and Ron have been through too much together for a long time, and that she has experienced plenty of bizarre things in crime fighting, Kim relents and returns with him to her accueil to investigate further. Dane seems displeased.
At Kim's house, it is revealed that the Synthodrones are spread to all country, it has been upgrade into a plus powerful armored Synthodrones, ou called as VX-45. Elsewhere, Drakken demands that Shego gives him a status report. While there are enough VX-45s around the world to implement the final phase of the plan, Kim is getting wise to them. His plans in danger of being exposed, Drakken unleashes a direct attack on Kim. With help from the Possible family, Kim and Ron succeed in defeating the VX-45 attack. Drakken reveals to Kim he has Dane.
Angrily, Kim dons a new experimental battle-suit from Wade that has the ability to repair itself and enhance the physical ability of the wearer, and she and Ron head for Drakken's new lair. After a furious battle, Kim defeats Shego and finds Dane unharmed. They have defeat Shego and Drakken but Dane is missing.
The police van carrying Drakken, Shego, and the henchmen pulled away, leaving Ron and Kim alone in park. The two teens looked at one another, smiling, soaking in the moment. They had just foiled Drakken's greatest plot ever, and just in the nick of time. The whole sitch had been a close-run thing. It even seemed at one point as if the blue-skinned mad scientist would finally succeed in taking over the world. But when it seemed that Drakken had won, when Kim had actually donné up, Ron rallied her spirits – and began to confess his feelings for her. He'd been cut off par Rufus' untimely appearance, but Kim had heard enough to understand what Ron was suggesting.
Neither was even sure what to say ou do next. They didn't have much time to worry about that though; soon they were free of their bonds and on their way to putting an end to Drakken's scheme. Now, having triumphed over the villains once again, Kim and Ron stood beneath a starry spring sky, basking in one another's presence.
As Kim and Ron looked at each other, Rufus sat perched on his human's shoulder, surveying the scene. All seemed well to Rufus. Then, his little môle, mole rat eyes almost bugged out.
Kim immediately noticed the surprised expression on the face of the smallest member of Team Possible.
"What is it, Rufus?"
"Huh unh! Dane!" he squeaked.
"What?" Kim turned and, much to her surprise saw Dane
approaching her in the company of two police officers. He was now healthy, if quite disheveled – his hair was mussed up, his tie undone, his chemise untucked, his white dîner veste soiled.
Suddenly, Kim felt as if she was Lost at sea.
"Ms. Possible," one of the officers a dit to the stunned teen hero. "We found this young man bound and gagged in the basement of the headquarters building. He a dit he was your boyfriend."
Rufus growled.
"Kim?" Dane a dit diffidently. "Is it over?"
Kim looked into Dane's eyes, not sure what to believe anymore, she thought he died.
"KP, what's going on?" Ron asked, suddenly feeling very wary and uncomfortable.
Before anyone could say anything, Rufus scampered down to Dane's foot. Kim and Ron both watched as Rufus bit into Dane's shoe – and struck leather.
"Hey!" Dane yelped. "What's going on?"
"Dane … you're okay …" Kim said, dazed, surprised, and yes, elated. "What happened?"
Dane looked dazed.
"After toi and Ron left the prom, this lady with glowing hands came and kidnapped me and brought me here. Then that blue take-over-the-world guy you're always fighting pointed a gun at me – it was really scary – and shot a red beam at me.”
"This cannot be happening," Ron muttered.
Kim, not hearing Ron, gazed into Dane's eyes, then threw her arms around his neck. "Oh, Dane, I'm so glad you're safe."
Dane returned the hug, burying his face in Kim's mane of auburn hair.
Ron, meanwhile, turned and began to walk away. This was now certifiably the worst jour of his life.
Kim and Dane embraced for what seemed an eternity before they finally pulled apart. And that was only because of the angry chittering Kim heard. She looked down to see an angry Rufus jumping up and down, flailing his little arms, and pointing in Ron's direction.
"Is everything okay, Kim?" Dane asked.
Kim looked at Rufus, then at Ron's back, then at Dane. She groaned. "No, it's not. I need to talk to Ron." Kim said.
She jogged up to her best friend. But before she caught up to him, he spoke, his back still turned to her. "You two can take the scooter. Go to the prom. I'll get a ride with the cops."
To Kim, Ron's voice sounded hollow.
"Ron –" Kim began to say before she was cut off.
"It's okay, KP," he said, turning around to look at her. "Your BF's okay. Go enjoy yourselves. I'm tired. I, I just want to go accueil and go to sleep."
Kim felt as if a yawning, gaping chasm was opening between her and her best friend.
"Ron, about tonight …"
He held up a hand. "Don't say anything, 'kay? I'm happy for you, really."
Kim's cœur, coeur was breaking. The sparkle she'd always seen in her best friend's eyes was now gone.
She hadn't seen any of this before. She'd been completely oblivious to how Ron felt, assuming his fit on television, his discomfort in the treehouse was fueled par his concern over their friendship. Now, there was no hiding from it, no hiding from how he truly felt about her. But she now had Dane …
"Ron …"
"Go. Now. Please," he a dit as he turned again. "You can leave the scooter at the treehouse. And, and tell your dad the rockets were badical."
Kim didn't know what to say ou do as Ron walked away from her. She watched as he made his way to the cluster of police. Rufus, following behind his human, occasionally turned to shoot her a dirty look. Before she knew it, Ron and Rufus climbed into a croiseur and drove off.
When Kim and Dane walked into the Middleton High Gym, the entire student body – save Bonnie – exploded into rapturous applause. The assembled teens, teachers, and chaperones – and one janitor with a pocket TV – were delighted to welcome their hometown heroine; once again the local girl who could do anything had saved the day.
Kim had enjoyed the ride back to Middleton. She'd allowed worries about Ron to recede as she relaxed into Dane's back and wrapped her arms around his middle. She told herself that she and her longtime best friend would find a way to work through this awkward sitch, then began to think about the young man driving the scooter and what lay ahead for them. She was ready to relax and enjoy being with her boyfriend. Now they stood at the entrance to the gym. As she and Dane held hands, she smiled sheepishly at the crowd, and then waved to everyone. Monique caught her eye and grinned, giving her best girl friend a big thumb's up.The cheering over, things began to settle down and the students returned to the important business at hand: having a good time. It wasn't long before the DJ began playing musique again.
As a slow song began to play, Dane led Kim to the middle of the dance floor. Everybody, even the royally tweaked Bonnie Rockwaller, already knew who was going to be elected prom king and Queen and so it seemed especially appropriate for Kim and Dane to take center stage.
The chords began wafting across the room and Kim and Dane began to dance.
'I know we've been Friends forever
But now I think I'm feeling something totally new
And after all this time
I've opened up my eyes
Now I see toi were always with me'
The words hit Kim with the force of a tidal wave.
She thought of Ron and all he had a dit and done at Bueno Nacho earlier that evening, of how he was there with her in her darkest moment, of the words of encouragement he had spoken in the storeroom, of how he believed in her and of how when she most needed him, he was there to boost her spirits.
And then Kim thought of those four words, those four simple words that roared in her memory: Out there, in here.
'Could it be toi and I
Never imagined
Could it be, suddenly
I'm falling for you'
Could it be? she asked herself. Kim realized she had actually been on the verge of asking Ron to the prom when Dane reappeared. She wondered whether she'd been about to invite Ron to the dance because she was rebounding and needed solace – ou because she actually wanted to be at the prom with Ron, dancing with him, being held par him?
'Could it be toi were right here beside me
And I never knew
Could it be that it's true that it's you'
Ron had been par her side for so many years. Sure, they'd had their moments, Kim thought. She wasn't sure she'd ever forget his abandoning her during the whole Prince Wally election fiasco ou the time he'd made up stories about her and Brick for the school paper. But he'd always been there when it mattered most. The missions. Encouraging her to ask out Josh – and then forgiving her for locking him in a closet. He was there for her the Christmas he went after Drakken so she could be with the fam. And it was Ron who went to the amazone, amazon to retrieve that orchid …
Kim found herself wondering if Dane would go to the amazone, amazon for her – ou even with her. She now recognized that Ron had just gone on a mission to save her boyfriend when he himself had been crushing on her. Kim reeled, as she realized Ron cared so much about her that he set aside his own feelings; he just wanted her to be happy and if that meant going to save the guy she liked liked, then he would go and do what was necessary. She wondered if Dane, presented with the same sitch, would have done what Ron had done for her this very night.
Kim now knew she'd had visions of nourriture Chains and hotties dancing in her head when she considered what the perfect guy was like. But what, she wondered, if I was wrong? What if the guy for her was really a freckle-faced tow-headed goofball who squealed with joy when he found a new toy ou spent hours in front of a TV watching dessins animés – and was always ready to go into life-threatening situations with her even though he hated free-falling and no one ever gave him recognition ou respect?
'It's kind of funny toi were always near
But who would ever have thought that we would end up here
And every time I've needed you
You've been there to pull me through
Now it's clear
I've been waiting for you'
But where have we wound up? Kim asked herself. She thought everything had been cool with Ron in the days after she met Dane. But she now knew she was so wrong. She and Ron had actually been drifting apart ever since Dane showed up, indeed, ever since Bonnie began to play her about the prom. Kim felt awful as she admitted that she hadn't even noticed Ron was upset until she saw his meltdown on the news. She wondered if they could be 'just friends' after what happened that evening. She wondered if all of this confusion and remorse was part of growing up. She wondered if an ever-diminishing role for Ron in her life was the price she had to pay to be with Dane.
But what if I want Ron in my life, she asked herself. What if I need Ron? I can't do what I do without him, after all. I know I couldn't have done it tonight. I wouldn't have even done it the first time if he hadn't been there. I wouldn't be who am I without Ron par my side.
As the musique continued to play, Kim was Lost in her thoughts, unsure of what to do. In just a little over a year, she'd graduate from high school; what would she do then, she wondered. She and Ron would surely be parted when it came time to go to college. Kim knew Ron couldn't get into the schools she hoped to attend. Maybe it would be better for them to start going their separate ways now, she told herself. It would be hard, but maybe that, too, was part of growing up. They weren't kids anymore, after all.
But she was Kim Possible, wasn't she? Couldn't she do anything? Even find a way to make things work with her best friend? Who a dit they had to be in different cities when it came time for college? Couldn't they find a way to boost his grades? ou at least find a community college ou a job for Ron near wherever she went to school? Couldn't she consider other educational opportunities?
Kim realized there were options. There were choices. And there were decisions to be made.
Then she heard the song's climactic words:
'Today is the start of the rest of our lives
I can see it in your eyes
That it's real and it's true
And it's just me and you
Could it be that it's true
That it's you'
Kim had seen the look in Ron's eyes. She knew what the first jour of the rest of his life was like: it was lonely and sad. But earlier, just before Dane reappeared, she'd seen real joy and possibility in those familiar brown eyes. And she'd seen the affection, no, the love, when he a dit "Out there, in here … toi know, someone like …"
And she'd turned away from that affection, that … love. For this guy she'd known for just a few days. Sure, Dane was nice and a real hottie and … well, perfect. Kim found herself looking at her boyfriend, who offered a gentle smile in return.
A special moment seemed to arrive. He pulled her close. Kim could tell what he was about to do. She had wanted this so bad.
Now, though …
"Dane, I'm so sorry," Kim said, pulling back, "but I have to go."
She ran up the path to Ron's house and rang the bell.
Ron's mother opened the door. She was clearly surprised to see Kim standing in front of her wearing a blue party dress with a charred hem.
"Hi, Mrs. Stoppable," Kim a dit breathlessly. "I'm really sorry to stop par so late, but is Ron still up?"
"Up? He hasn't come accueil yet. I thought the two of toi were still on your way back from your mission. Obviously, I'm missing something here, unless you've changed what toi wear when toi go into the field …" Mrs. Stoppable said, looking at Kim's dress – and her done-up hair.
Kim sighed. "It's a long story. Bottom line: Ron and I, uh, came accueil separately. Ron had me bring someone back on his scooter, which can go, uh, surprisingly fast, and he came back with the police. I thought Ron would be accueil par now. He a dit he was, uh, tired."
"Well, he's not here. Though I wish he were. toi know, Kimberly, I have to tell you, I'm worried that one of these days he's going to get hurt on one of these missions of yours. He's just … Ronnie, after all."
Kim didn't want to say it, but she knew Mrs. Stoppable was right. Ron had been hurt – and badly – on this mission, only in a way that hurt plus than broken Bones ou bruises. But Ron's mother was wrong about something very important, and Kim felt the need to correct a misconception. "Mrs. S, Ron can handle himself just fine out there. Believe me. I couldn't save the world without him."
"I'm glad to hear toi say that, Kimberly," Ron's mother a dit with a smile that was both indulgent and skeptical. "Well, when Ronnie gets accueil I'll tell him toi stopped by."
"Thanks, Mrs. Stoppable," Kim said. "And good night."
Kim so wasn't going to just wait for Ron to come accueil and maybe calls her. She was going to find him. Now. She turned and ran back to the scooter. Before she climbed on the bike, she called Wade and had him patch her through to Officer Hobble.
"Kim Possible!" the genial policeman enthused. "That was fine work toi did tonight!"
"Thanks, Officer Hobble. Do toi know where Ron Stoppable, my sideki… my partner is? I think he came back to Middleton in one of the cruisers."
"Sorry, Kim. He did indeed come back in one of our cars. But he left the station a while ago. He seemed pretty quiet, a bit sad. He didn't get in the way tonight, did he?"
"What? No!" Kim protested. "If Ron hadn't been there Drakken would have won."
"That's nice of toi to say, but we all know what really must have happened. Kim Possible saves the jour again!"
Kim rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Can toi call me if toi hear anything about Ron?"
"Sure, Ms. Possible. Will do."
Then it occurred to her. She didn't need to be searching for Ron, hoping to run into him. She called Wade again.
"What up, Kim?" he asked before taking a sip of his Slurpster.
"Wade, where's Ron?" she demanded.
"I don't know," he said.
"You still have him chipped." It was a statement, not a question.
"Kim, we've talked about thi–" he countered.
"Not tonight, Wade. Ethical ramifications are so not my priority right now. Where's Ron?"
"Hold on," the young tech guru sighed. "The corner of érable and Washington."
"Thanks, Wade. toi rock," she a dit before signing off.
Kim put her casque on and headed to the intersection where
Wade a dit she'd find her best friend.
The address seemed familiar, though she couldn't say why.
Ron never recalled crying so hard. Well, there was the time that Evil Cousin Shawn had … And then there was that whole incident with the bullies and the whipped cream … And he didn't even want to think about his summer at Camp Wannaweep.
But none of that hurt the way this did.
It was over. It was finally, actually, over.
Twelve years of friendship. Done because he had to fall for his best friend – and his best friend had to fall for some new guy.
That was the worst part. Ron could live with the fact that Dane was smarter, better looking, plus grown up. But Eric had just shown up a few days earlier. And Kim Lost no time in just setting Ron Stoppable aside. Even with Josh Mankey, Ron's status as Kim Possible's Best Friend seemed rock solid. Now, especially after that talk in the arbre house and the way she fell into Dane's arms at Drakken’s lair, Ron felt like his status had been radically downgraded. Now he was simply just another person Kim knew. He wondered if she would dump him from the team. Missions seemed to be the only thing they might do together now and Dane, who drove a real motorcycle, not some piece-of-junk scooter, might have skills that would be useful to Kim in the field.
Kim didn't need him, didn't want him. That hurt. It hurt so much. Sure, she a dit they'd be tight, but he knew those were just pretty words. Moments after she a dit that, Dane had shown up and she'd left the treehouse to be with her BF rather than stay with her upset best friend.
Ron had allowed himself to hope that maybe, just maybe, he had a chance when she listened to him, and not Dane, earlier in the evening and gone to investigate what turned out to be Drakken's most dangerous scheme ever.
Oh, how it had hurt to see her throw herself into that phony's arms after he came down that escalator. But that didn't hurt as much seeing her be betrayed. And that not only hurt, that infuriated Ron, prompting him to charge the synthodrone, only to be taken down, and hard, par Shego.
Then Ron found himself tied up to that giant cactus. That really was one badical storeroom, he thought. Momentarily distracted from his woes, Ron wondered if he could convince Bueno Nacho, assuming it wasn't shut down permanently after the evening's disaster, to let him have one of those hommages for his room. A giant naco would be really cool.
But nacos made him think of Bueno Nacho. And when he thought of Bueno Nacho he thought of the booth. Their booth.
And so Ron's thoughts returned to Kim.
Of Kim tied up and defeated. He'd never seen her like that. Ever. That really got his goat. He was proud that he was able to rally her spirits, get her to fight back. And at the time, when he'd found the guts to venture into uncharted territory, to do what no man should ever have to do, he thought that, miracle of miracles, she might actually have been interested in him. He still recalled her saying "Really?" with a vulnerable, sweet smile on her beautiful, wonderful face when he gave his little speech implying he was the guy for her.
But that dream – that fantaisie – was blown away when the real Eric appeared. All memories of the storeroom were left behind when Kim had her BF back.
And memories weren't the only things left behind. Now Ron was alone.
Ron sat under the nighttime sky with nothing but memories of the past and the prospect of a lonely future. Sure, he had Rufus, who even then was par his side. And he knew he had Friends – there was Felix, there was Monique – and, of course, there was Yori. But none of them would ever be like Kim.
None of them would ever be his Best Friend.
Ron rested his head on his crossed arms and began to cry anew.
Of course she knew this intersection. It was where the preschool was located.
Kim parked the scooter par the fence and left her casque in the basket. Then she made her way into the grounds. It seemed strange to be here in the dark and for the playground to be empty. In her mind, this was always supposed to be a sunny place filled with laughing children, including a pig-tailed, red-headed girl and a goofy little blond-haired boy with big ears and a giant imaginary friend named Rufus.
The schoolyard was illuminated par the full moon, making it easy for her to find her way. She found Ron sitting beneath the arbre where they had first met. His head was bowed, resting on his arms.
"Hey," she said.
He looked up. "Kim?"
She could see he'd been crying.
"Can I sit down?"
Rufus, perched on Ron's shoulder, glared at Kim and growled.
"Amp down, little buddy," Ron said. "It'll be okay."
The naked môle, mole rat shot Kim one last angry look, then sullenly retreated to Ron's cargo pants pocket.
Kim sat down on the herbe suivant to her best friend.
"Aren't toi worried about your dress?" he asked.
"No big," she said, brushing her bangs out of her face. "It's not like it hasn't already taken a few hits."
They sat in awkward silence.
"Ron, we need to talk," she said.
He laughed bitterly. "KP, you're supposed to say that when toi break up with the guy. I never even got to rendez-vous amoureux, date you. Unless," he said, his sarcasm suddenly replaced par trepidation, "you want to formally end our friendship." Ron was gripped par a feeling of dread as his worst nightmare seemed to be becoming reality. "Oh man, I should never have even started to say anything. I should have kept my big mouth shut. I can deal with toi and Dane dating. Really –"
Ron began hyperventilating.
Kim placed a hand on Ron's forearm. "Dial down the drama, Ron. That's not why I'm here. Now just listen to me, please and thank toi …"
She took a deep breath.
"… Ron, the most ferociously magical thing happened to me tonight."
"Yeah," he interrupted. "I'm sure learning that the guy of your dreams is real and not some bag of goo cooked up par your arch-foe is pretty cool."
Kim snorted and shook her head. "Well, okay, that would be pretty cool, but that's not what I'm talking about …"
Much to Ron's surprise, Kim took his hand and laced her fingers through his.
"… Tonight, for the first time in my life, and toi can correct me if I'm wrong, someone who not only knows my rep as the girl who can do anything, as the head cheerleader, as the honor roll student, but who also knows I can be short-tempered, willing to pay ten times plus for designer labels and, and …" Kim stopped as she began to sniffle … "can ignore my best friend in the world who may be weird but who has always been there for me just because I met some hottie, was going to tell me that he liked liked me, maybe even … loved me." She paused. "Am I right?"
Ron saw that Kim was looking at him with glistening eyes. He didn't know what was going on, but he hated seeing her upset. He wondered if he should lie. That would make it easier for her to go back to Dane and for them to remain friends. It was the best he could hope for; after all, it wasn't as if a guy like Ron Stoppable ever really had a chance with a girl like Kim Possible. Kim may have once scoffed, but Ron knew that The Rules really did rule.
But lying to Kim about his true feelings presented Ron with one insurmountable problem: he just couldn't play her, not like that, not now. He knew there was only one thing he could realistically do in this case: pretend the Truth rayon, ray had hit him and fess up like a man.
"Yeah, KP, toi are," Ron answered softly. "I, I don't know that I would have had the guts to say it like that, but yeah, you're right."
Kim's lower lip began to quiver, then she started to cry.
"Aw, man, Kim, I'm sorry," Ron whined. He hated to see Kim cry; he still didn't know he was about the only person ou thing in the world that could bring her to tears. "I didn't want to make toi sad. I knew I should have kept quiet. Now I really have ruined our friendship."
Kim's head whipped up. "No! toi haven't, Ron."
"Then why are toi crying? I'm so confused …"
"You really don't get girls, do you?" she observed, a small smile on her face.
"I think that should be obvious par now," he said. "Girls, sideways eight thingies …"
"Ron," Kim said, gently cutting him off and shifting conversational gears, readying herself to utter the words that she now knew had to be donné voice. "I don't even want to think of all the times I treated toi badly."
"Then don't, KP. I've had my moments, too, toi know."
"I know that," she said, "but that's not the point," she said, wiping her tears away. "I, I wanted a date, a stinkin' BF for the prom and Bonnie went on about the nourriture chain and convinced me toi weren't good enough …"
Ron winced and Kim, seeing his reaction, began to cry again.
"… and, and, I believed her and when I told my mom I'd be stuck going to the prom with toi she a dit toi were a very nice guy and I a dit toi weren't a guy toi were Ron and she a dit that I was saying toi were friend material, not boyfriend material, and I a dit of course, toi were a friend, my best friend, but that was different but don't toi see I really wasn't a very good friend, let alone best friend, especially when Dane came along and I stopped spending as much time with toi but I told toi we'd still be tight …'
Ron was reeling, both from what Kim was saying and from the speed with which she a dit it. "So, I really never did have a chance with toi …" he whispered.
"Yes! No! I mean yes, toi did have a chance!" Kim a dit in a panic. "That's why this all hurts so much. toi did have a chance. There really were fireworks after the modulator Kiss and it was fun to get all dressed up and go with toi to your cousin's wedding and I was so jealing over Yori. Ron, I was interested, but I didn't really know if toi were and then I let my head get turned par Bonnie and I'll admit some of your quirks were getting on my nerves and then Dane showed up and …"
Ron's eyes were tearing up now, too. "It's okay, Kim. Look, I understand. And I'll always be your best friend." He turned away from her, contemplating Kim's revelation: he'd actually had a chance – and he'd let it slip by.
"Ron Stoppable," Kim a dit through her own tears, "you are so dense sometimes. toi were going to tell me toi l’amour me. And that's so incredibly scary. Be– because I think I may l’amour you."
"What?" Ron a dit turning back to Kim.
"You heard me. I may l’amour you. I don't know. toi know, Ron, I'm not exactly experienced in this kind of thing. Crushing, yes. Real love, no. And it's a bit overwhelming. I know that we're just teenagers, but part of me wants to know right now that you'll always be right here beside me."
"KP, whatever happens, as long as toi want that, toi can count on that. That's a promise."
Kim looked into Ron's eyes. He was confused, but his eyes had regained their sparkle. And she knew Ron's words weren't idle. He really meant them.
He'd always had her back. And she knew he always would.
Then she remembered some words from the song she heard earlier that evening.
'It's kind of funny toi were always near
But who would ever have thought that we would end up here
And every time I've needed you
You've been there to pull me through
Now it's clear
I've been waiting for you'
Kim smiled. plus than twelve years earlier she and Ron had met beneath this very tree. Back then she couldn't have imagined she'd be back at that place with Ron sharing this moment. The two best Friends touched foreheads, and then gazed into one another's eyes. Then slowly, hesitantly, they brought their lips together.
And much to Kim's delight and relief, there were still fireworks there.
"I'm so sorry, Ron," Kim a dit afterwards as she rested her head on his shoulder.
He tensed. He wondered if she was going to say the Kiss hadn't done anything for her and that she'd been mistaken. "Why are toi sorry?" he finally choked out.
"For being so stupid, for abandoning you. For not seeing what I had right here beside me."
Ron, feeling immensely relieved, flashed her his familiar goofy grin. "No problemo, Kim. If I thought I might have a thing for me, I think I'd be pretty scared, too!"
Kim couldn't help but laugh. She reached up and mussed up the hair of her best friend-turned-boyfriend. "You know this is going to be ferociously awk-weird, don't you?"
"Yeah, but I bet it'll be worth it, KP," Ron said. "Because I really do l’amour you."
She looked into his brown eyes, now alive and sparkling, at the familiar freckles on either cheek, at the big ears, and at the smile she had known since she was four. She had been right. She was young and she really didn't yet know what l’amour was; she wasn't sure that Ron knew either – but in her cœur, coeur she knew that she and her life-long best friend turned boyfriend would find out together.
Kim Possible then smiled – it was a silly little girl's smile, really – placed her hands on Ron Stoppable's face, and pulled him in for another of what she hoped, no, expected, to be many plus fireworks-filled kisses.
(Deleted Scene)
-Want to know what happen to Brick and Bonnie's plan to finish off Kim? Exactly Brick already prepared to asked Kim to go out with him, but he saw Kim and Dane together, so their plan is total failed.