Kimo
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As you can tell from my fics, I like to mix things up a little.
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What does blondie have that I don't? For weeks, months this question had been on her mind, embedded in her psyche so deeply that she couldn't erase it. In all honesty, what did Ron Stoppable have that she did not? As far as personality was concerned he was a loveable goon. He was clueless as to how certain things went on and he had a lack of fashion sense as well. He was clumsy and uncoordinated and his CLOTHES, Jesus his clothes! They hardly went together and when they did match, he still somehow found a way to screw it over. Basically he was a lost cause in every sense of the word.
And yet, despite all of his flaws, he had that certain something that kept a certain redhead joined with him at the hip. Lucky bastard. He has Kim all hugged up to him and he doesn't even know how to treat her right! He takes her to second rate restaurants where he always has to use a coupon book, he never buys her clothes, and on top of that, he's useless when fighting supervillains. The girl paused in her reverie as a thoughtful expression crossed her face. "But then again, so am I."
"You're what Monique?" piped a voice from in front of her. The black girl shook her head to clear her thoughts and saw the object of her affection peering at her with a raised eyebrow. Gazing into those green orbs, Monique lost her speaking capabilities. "I'm, uh, well I… I'm…
Head over heels in love with you… "Head over heels in love with that jacket!" She pointed behind Kim to a finely-made leather jacket with a high collar and artistically placed studs on the wrists. Kim turned and glanced at the jacket. "Yeah, it's spanking Monique." Kim turned back with a forlorn look on her face. "Unfortunately, payday's not until next week and the Puppy Dog Pout won't work on the 'rents." She sighed and looked longingly at the jacket. I wish you'd look at me like that, girl.
"Maybe Ron will buy it for me?" Kim asked hopefully. "Hurk!" Monique had to slap her hand over her mouth to keep from busting out laughing. Ron?! Buying Kim THAT jacket?! The very idea of Ron Stoppable being able to purchase something of that price was nothing short of pure laughable. Monique was soon to lose control, but catching Kim's serious face laced with hope, her laughter began to subdue. I'm sorry Kim, but that was DAMN funny!
The laughter inside Monique was instantly eclipsed by a creeping, dead feeling as she saw a particular blonde boy enter the store wearing a red Smarty Mart vest. "Yo yo, how's my main lady?" He strutted over to Kim and embraced her with one arm. Monique's heart sank as she saw Kim eagerly return the embrace, burying the top of her fiery mane into the crook of Ron's neck. As Ron began to stroke her hair, Kim sighed in pure contentment, and a deep-seated rage against the boy flared inside Monique.
Kim lifted and tilted her head up, lips pursed.
Oh God, please no…Ron pursed his own and leaned down, meeting Kim's lips with his own.
No, no, no…Lost in their own world, the teen hero and sidekick were none the wiser to the third member of their party. She could only stand there, burning with jealousy and pain.
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