A/N: Hey everybody. Here's another book story that's been nagging at me for a while and I just can't get it out of my head. So here's the little light-hearted fic I promised. It's not as light as my Quaint Afternoon fic, but it's definitely lighter than the Who Framed Ronald Stoppable One (which is unfortunately, still incomplete…). So here it is. I hope you enjoy it.
This takes place a few years the incident. Anyways, I'll just shut up now and let you read since I know you're anxious.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you All Grown Up.
And now for the disclaimer:
I do not own Kim Possible. Don't ask me who owns it because you know. And if you don't, it's the Disney Corp. Bottom line is I do not. I repeat. Not own Kim Possible. So put away all the lawsuits and cases. There's no need to sue me. I did nothing wrong.
Justin lazily picked up an apple from the fruit basket and tossed it in the air before running it under the faucet in the kitchen sink.
"Morning, Justy."
Justin turned to see his younger brother and sister entering the kitchen.
"Morning, JT. CC."
"So, what are we having for breakfast?"
"Whatever you make," Justin said as he took a bite out of his apple.
Jason crossed his arms.
"That's foul, JJ."
"What? I don't live here anymore, remember?"
"You could still make us something to eat."
"You guys are eleven years old. You can fix yourself something to eat in the morning."
Jason still sat there with his arms crossed, but his twin got up. She already knew Justin wasn't gonna fix them anything. Shoot, he lived thirty-five minutes away in an apartment off campus. He probably ate already. Why would he make something again?
"So, how's college life treating you, JJ?" Serenity asked as she reached for a box of cereal, struggling.
Justin smiled.
"Great, actually. I got some good news for Mom and Dad. Where are they?"
"Upstairs. Should be down in a few minutes," Serenity answered, still struggling with to reach for the cereal. Justin reached over with one hand and took the box down, handing it to his sister.
She didn't take it.
"What?"
"Why did you do that? I almost had it."
"No, you didn't."
"Yes, I did."
"You didn't, CC. You really didn't," Jason said as he took out some orange juice out of the fridge.
"Why do you guys always have to team up on me like that? You make me feel so short."
"You are short."
Serenity glared up at her older brother.
"Well, you are."
Serenity crossed her arms.
"Look, do you want the cereal or not?"
Justin felt his sister snatch the box out of his hand and walk back over to her seat. Shaking his head, he took another bite out of his apple, before throwing the rest in the trash.
"Where's, AJ?"
"In the bathroom."
Justin rolled his eyes.
"Why did I even ask?"
"Don't make fun just because she spends thirty minutes in the bathroom," Serenity said as she started pouring her cereal in a bowl.
"Ceeg, you'll never convince me that it's right to spend fifteen minutes in a bathroom, let alone thirty. Weren't you guys doing a science experiment about conserving?"
"Were, but you think anybody in this house listens," Jason said as he picked up an orange.
"Mom and Dad listen."
"Mom and Dad don't count."
"What do you mean they don't count?"
"They're our parents. They're supposed to listen to their children. The other five members couldn't care less about what we do."
Justin shook his head.
"You know, I still say Mama had to many of yah'll. Eight kids is just too many."
"You can't fault Mommy for that, JJ. Most of us weren't even planned."
"Correction, every single one of you after AJ weren't planned."
"Excuse you?" they said in unison.
"You guys weren't. Hey, I wasn't even planned. Mom and Dad had me like right before they graduated college. And I mean right before. Like, a few months before. AJ was planned three years later. You two came along as a surprise. Cindy and Veronica came from an anniversary. And Allison and Dahlia, well…I don't even know. All I know is that there's too many of you kids running around in this house."
Jason and Serenity looked their brother with a raised eyebrow. They exchanged glances before looking back at him once more.
"What?"
"Uh, Justy, how exactly do you know all of that?"
Justin shrugged.
"I asked?"
"You asked Mom and Dad?" Jason asked, still not convinced.
"Yeah. Unlike you two, I'm not afraid to talk to my parents about sex."
"Justin!" they shouted as they shot up out of their seats.
"I'm not. And it's really not a big deal. I'm tired of people making such a big deal about it. Nowadays, you can't even mention the word sex without getting an accusatory finger and a few stares."
"Because it's disgusting."
"Says you."
Their eyes widened at their brother's statement.
"Ewww!"
"What?"
"You mean, you… and Amber…did…"
"What?! Eww, No! Eww, no! We didn't! Eww! My God, what is wrong with you two?"
"Well, you just said…"
"I said that's what you thought. You guys thought sex was disgusting. I never said Amber and I did anything. I'm only nineteen years old. I'm not ready for something like that. Eww! Damn, get your minds out of the gutter."
"Didn't Mom and Dad lose their virginity at nineteen?"
"I'm not Mom or Dad! Damn, what is wrong with you two?"
Serenity shrugged her shoulders.
"Sorry, didn't know you were so sensitive."
Justin shook his head.
"I'm not comfortable with this."
"I thought you said you didn't have a problem talking about sex?"
"Yes, Jason. I don't have a problem talking about sex with Mom and Dad. I can't do that with you two."
"What's wrong with us?" Serenity asked, slightly offended.
"For one thing Ceeg, you guys take it to a completely new level."
"I'm gonna need more to go on than that."
"Okay then," he said as he leaned up against the counter, "If I said Amber was coming over my apartment to study with me, what would be the first thing that comes to your mind?"
"You guys would be making out," Jason said matter-of-factly.
"See, you'd say that, but Mom would ask 'what are you studying?'"
"Okay, give us another one."
"If I were to say Amber's sleeping over my house, what would you say?"
The two preteens faces instantly changed from intrigued to pure disgusted as they cringed.
"Eww!"
"See! That's exactly the point I'm trying to make. You guys immediately assume that we're gonna be having sex. Dad would have just asked 'why'"
"You just said she was sleeping with you."
"No, I didn't Jason. I said she was coming over my house to sleep over. I never said I slept with her."
The twins looked at each shared a glance before shaking from a brief shiver and turning their attention back to their breakfast.
Justin shook his head.
"You guys are disgusting. I tell you, preteens have the sickest minds of anybody."
Justin heard footsteps coming down the stairs and turned to see his mother entering the kitchen. He found it strange that she wasn't wearing her usual business suit but a purple short-sleeved shirt and sleek jogging pants.
"Going somewhere, Mom?"
Kim gave her eldest son a kiss on the cheek before walking over to the fruit bowl and picking up an orange.
"Mission. There's been a robbery at the Beverly Hills Mall. The owner of the store wants your father and I to investigate."
"Don't you have a conference this morning? Can't the police handle that?"
"Try telling that to the owner," she said as she wrapped the orange in a paper towel.
"Oh, Mom. I gotta tell you something."
"Hold up, JJ. I'm telling Mom something first," Anne-Jean said as she entered the kitchen.
"No way, I was here first."
"So? I'm here now."
"No, I mean I was born first."
"Your point? First is worst. Second is best."
Justin shook his head.
"Mom, I gotta tell you something…"
"Oh, please, Justin. Nobody wants to hear about your first chest hair," Anne-Jean said as she approached him.
"You're just upset because you have more than me."
Anne-Jean gawked at her brother.
"I can't believe you!"
"What? What? What you gonna do? You can't touch me."
"Alright you two, that's enough," Kim said, "Annie, you go first."
"Why does she get to go first?"
"Because I'm smarter, better, and prettier."
Justin shook his head he took up a banana.
"Pretty? Yeah, you're pretty. If you got anymore prettier I'd have to pay a Blobfish not to sue you for taking away its title."
"Justin…" Kim warned threateningly.
Justin shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to his banana. Jason and Serenity were snickering, but quickly sobered up once they saw their older sister glaring at them.
"What did you want to tell me, Annie?"
Anne-Jean shook her head as she turned back to her mother.
"Well, I'm gonna be taking the PSAT in a few weeks, and Mrs. Carlson said that if I get a high score, there's a good chance of me getting into a high elite or even an Ivy League College like Harvard!"
"That's wonderful, dear."
"'Bout as wonderful as hearing fingers nails scrapping across a chalk board."
"Justin."
"Sorry, Mom," he said as he threw the rest of his banana in the trash.
Kim shook her head as she turned her attention back to her daughter.
"That's wonderful news, sweetie."
"Thanks, Mom. I'm gonna be studying like crazy for it too. For the next two weeks no reading, no playing, no swimming, no shopping, no friends. Nothing."
"That shouldn't be a problem. It's no different from how you usually live your life," Justin said with a smirk.
Anne-Jean shot her brother a cold stare. Kim just shook her head.
"Okay, Justin. What was it you wanted to tell me?"
"Thank you, Mom," he said as he shot his sister a look, "Well, like I was saying before Ms. Priss here interrupted me…"
"Up yours, Justin."
"Annie!"
"You heard her right, Mom? You heard what she said? Okay. Like I was saying, I've got some great news."
"What is it, Justin?" Kim asked as she got a bottle of water out of the fridge.
"Well, I finally have my major picked out."
Kim raised her eyebrow.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I decided that I'm gonna major in biology for anesthesiology and become an anesthesiologist. That means after I finish my next two years of college, I can spend the next 4 years in medical school and another year in internship. And since I have over 3 years of residency, I'm covered and all set. All I gotta do is graduate in the next two years."
Kim smiled.
"I'm so proud of you, Justin. That's great."
"Thanks, Mom."
"Like that was so more important than what I had to tell her," Anne-Jean said as leaned up against the counter, her arms crossed.
"It was, AJ. I had news to tell her. You, on the other hand, just restated what was already a fact. You have no life."
"Mom!"
"Stop teasing your sister, Justin," Kim said took her car keys off of the key hook.
"It's my brotherly right, Mom. You can't just take that away."
Kim smiled.
"Justin, can you do me a favor?"
"Anything, Mom."
"Your father and I are gonna be out all day. Right after we return from our mission we're gonna have to go straight to work. And your uncles and grandparents are tied up as well. Can you drop the twins off at school and the babies by Monique and Felix for me please?"
"Sure, Mom. Class doesn't start til one. But which set of twins do you want me to take to Kindergarten?"
Kim gave her son a look.
"Which twins do you think I mean, Justin?"
"I don't know, Mom. You have like three different sets."
"Excuse you, Justin, but Jason and I are eleven. Why would we need to go back to Kindergarten?"
"Yeah, and the other twins are three months old. Who do you think is left, Justin?"
"I don't know, Mr. Know-it-All. Who is left?"
"Alright you two, that's enough."
Justin gave Kim a kiss on the cheek.
"Sorry, Mom. I'll drop the twins off. Don't worry about it."
"Thank you," Kim said as she opened the front door, "Ron, I'll be outside," she called out.
Ron entered the kitchen holding the two newest members of the Stoppable family in his hands.
"I got 'em, Dad," Justin said as he took his sisters from his father.
"Thanks, JJ."
"You know you and Mom had too many kids, Dad."
Anne-Jean smirked.
"What can he say, Justin? He and Mom just couldn't keep their hands off each other."
"AJ."
"What? You know it's true, Daddy. The evidence is all around you."
"She's right, Dad. Ten Stoppables in one home is just too much.
"You have your own apartment."
"I know. That's one down. You still have seven more to go, and Lord knows how long it'll be before AJ's out of the house."
Anne-Jean narrowed her eyes at her brother while Ron just shook his head.
"Alright, well, I'll be seeing you."
"Kay, bye, Dad."
"Oh, wait. Did your mother eat something?"
"She took an orange and a bottle of water with her."
Again, Ron shook his head.
"Pass me that container over there will you, AJ."
Anne-Jean walked over to the stove and tossed her father blue container that was on the counter.
"Thanks. I'll go to the restaurant and heat this up. I am so not gonna have another episode of your mother fainting from dehydration," Ron said as he opened the front door.
"See you all later. Oh and JJ, about the twins and the babies…"
"Mom already told me. Don't worry about it, Dad. I'll drop the twins off to school."
Ron smiled.
"Alright. Thanks. See you guys later," Ron said as he exited the house.
"Bye, Dad," Justin said as he shifted the position of the twins in his arms, "AJ, can you hold these two for me for a sec?"
AJ wiped her hands with a paper towel and took her younger sisters from her brother.
"Thanks."
Justin walked over to the fridge and took out a blue mug.
"What's this? Some drink Dad made?"
"I don't know," AJ said as she put the babies in the stroller.
Justin walked over to a cupboard and took out a glass and began pouring the drink in the cup.
"Oh, it's just milk. Why is it in a mug, though?" he said as he put the glass to his head.
Anne-Jean smiled.
"Because it's breast milk?"
Justin's eyes widened as he spit lactose filled drink. He rushed over to the sink and began feverishly washing his mouth, causing Jason and Serenity to burst out laughing, and Anne-Jean to snicker.
"I can't believe you actually drank that."
"Shut up!"
"Oh my gosh! I mean, if you find milk in a bottle, isn't it obvious that it's breast milk?"
"Shut up, AJ!"
Anne-Jean's smile widened.
"And you're the one in college."
Justin scowled as wiped his mouth with a paper towel.
"That's not funny, AJ."
"Hey, don't get mad at me. You're the one who was so stupid so as to…"
"God, shut up, AJ! Just shut up!"
Anne-Jean shrugged.
"Fine."
"I don't see what the big deal is. I mean, we all drank that stuff, right?" Serenity said as she put her empty bowl in the sink.
"Exactly. I don't wanna put my mouth where my younger siblings did," Justin said as he spit in the sink again, disgusted with the fact that he actually drank milk that came from his own mother.
"I think you're overreacting, JJ."
"No, I'm not, Jason. Mom doesn't just use the pump. She breast feeds as well. That means I just put my mouth where all of you had put your mouth, with all your nasty saliva and germs."
"Don't forget Dad," AJ said with a sideways, oblique glance.
Justin gagged and put his hand to mouth before scrubbing his tongue and washing his mouth out in the sink again.
Jason shrugged.
"Whatever. I personally don't see it as a big deal."
"Well, I do Jase. I just drank milk that came from my own mother."
"We all did, JJ."
"That's beside the point!"
Anne-Jean shook her head.
"Well, now we're gonna have to find some formula since Mr. Big Shot here drank the babies' breakfast."
"Eww! Uh! AJ!"
"Well, you did."
Justin stared angrily at his sister.
"Jason, CC. Here, go in the car," he said as he tossed them the keys to his champagne-colored Toyota Camry hybrid in the street.
"Cool."
"Cin, V. C'mon you two. We're going in the car," Jason called as he and his sister went outside.
A series of footsteps were heard coming down the stairs. After a few seconds, the two six year olds were seen sprinting out the door, their pink and purple backpacks on their back.
Justin stared at his sister.
"Are you done with the jokes, little sis?"
Anne-Jean flicked her hand as she made some formula and poured it into four of the twins' baby bottles.
"Whatever. Here put these in the twins' baby bag. They're gonna start crying in a couple minutes so you might wanna feed them before you drop them off by Aunt Moni and Uncle Felix."
"You don't want a ride?"
"Nah. Jesse's coming by in a few minutes."
"Aww, the lovebirds are walking to school together."
"As if, Justin. We're just friends."
"Uh-huh. That's what Mom and Dad said. Now they've got eight kids under one roof. No, seven. I don't live here anymore."
Anne-Jean shook her head as she walked in the living room and started for the stairs.
"Oh, and uh, AJ? Change your clothes before you leave."
Anne-Jean paused. She turned around to face her brother.
"What?"
"Change your clothes before you leave for school."
"What's wrong with the clothes I have on?"
Justin raised his eyebrow.
"Are you serious? AJ, if you bend over too far, your tail will drop out and you breasts will pop out."
Anne-Jean crossed her arms.
"Please, Justin. This is just a crop top and a miniskirt. It ain't showing off that much."
"Are you serious?"
"Mom and Dad didn't say anything about how I'm dressed."
"Mom never looked at you the whole time she was in the kitchen. And Dad was only concerned about getting Mom something filling to eat."
"Justin, Mom used to dress like this all the time. Why you buggin?"
"For one, Mama's got a man. You don't. She dresses like that for Dad only…"
"Excuse you?"
"Two, Mom never wore the two things together. If she wore a crop top, she'd wear long baggy pants. And if she wore something close to a miniskirt, she'd wear a long-sleeved shirt. In fact, the closest Mom's ever come to combining the two was either her high school cheerleading outfit, or when she wore that V-neck shirt and skirt the night Jase and CC were conceived."
Anne-Jean cringed.
"I'm gonna be honest with you, AJ. The way you're dressing now, you look like a whore."
Anne-Jean gawked at her brother.
"That's right. I said it – whore. You look cheap. So get your fresh behind upstairs and take those trashy clothes off."
Anne-Jean shook her head.
"Excuse you, Justin. But I'm sixteen years old. I can dress the way I wanna dress."
"You're not past the age of consent yet. I am. Go upstairs and change your clothes."
"No!"
"I don't have a problem dressing you myself. The twins don't have to be in school for another twenty minutes. I got time."
"You wouldn't dare touch me!"
"I would. I used to dress you all the time, remember? Since you were three. The fact that you're sixteen now doesn't change a thing. You're still my little sister."
"Justin!"
"I'm not playing, AJ. Go upstairs and change."
Anne-Jean was seething. For the umpteenth time her brother was lecturing her about the way she dressed. And this time he called her a whore! How the hell could he call his own sister a whore?
Anne-Jean didn't get a chance to comment on her brother's remark since the front door opened before either one of them could continue the conversation.
"Hey, Stoppables. What's up?" Jesse said as he entered the door. He felt the tension in the room and immediately regretted coming in.
"Oh, uh…am I interrupting something guys? If so, I can just leave."
"No, no. Not at all Jesse," Justin said. He never took his eyes off his sister, "Look, I gotta go drop the twins off at school. Then I gotta drop these two little ones off by my godparents. Can you make sure Ms. Thing over there changes her clothes for me, man?"
Jesse looked past Justin and up at his best friend.
"Change her clothes?"
"Yeah," he turned around to face Jesse, then turned back to face his sister, "Change the shirt, change the skirt, and change the shoes."
"My shoes?!"
"Yeah. Those wedge heels are too much for you. Being as clumsy as you are, you'd trip and fall and burst that pretty little head of yours opened."
Anne-Jean began grinding her teeth.
"I'm gonna be stopping by at the school later on anyway. So I'd know if she did it or not."
"You're stopping by the school?"
"Yeah, Jess. I'm visiting one of the teachers. You know, Mr. Callous? He has a younger sister who's an anesthetist. I'm hoping I can get a few pointers from her so I'm above my game when the time comes for me to go to medical school."
"Oh."
"I'm counting on you, man."
And with that, Justin took the stroller with his youngest set of sisters and strolled out of the house, leaving Jesse and Anne-Jean standing there alone.
"Oh. Uh. Well…"
"I can't believe him!"
Jesse cringed.
"Hey, hey, AJ. Calm down."
Anne-Jean walked down the steps.
"Do I look like a hoe to you?"
Jesse's eyes widened. He began backing up as Anne-Jean walked closer to him.
"W-What?"
"Do I look like a whore to you?"
Jesse began to get nervous.
"Why are you asking me this?"
"Justin said I'm dressed like a hoe. Do I look like a whore to you?!"
"Um, AJ. C-Can you back up a bit?" he asked one he realized Anne-Jean had backed him up into a wall.
"Will you answer me, Jesse?!"
"No, you don't look like whore."
"Thank you!" Anne-Jean said as she began walking away. Jesse gave a sigh of relief.
"I know I don't look like no damn hoe. I don't know what the hell Justin was talking about."
"You don't look like a whore, AJ. But I kinda agree with your brother."
"What?!" she screamed as she spun around to face him.
"Don't get me wrong, you don't look like a hoe, or a slut, or a tramp, or anything. I don't consider what you're wearing to be trashy. But you are a bit overdressed…or should I say underdressed for school."
"What do you man, overdressed?"
"I mean, I don't see why you're dressed the way you are for school. I don't really have a problem with it since I'm used to it by now."
"Used to what?" Anne-Jean said as she crossed her arms. She was really getting irritated by what Jesse was saying. He was taking Justin's side. But he was her best friend! Wasn't he supposed to stand by her side no matter what?
Jesse shook his head.
"Don't worry about it."
"Don't worry about what?"
"Look, why don't you just put on that long-sleeved black shirt and green skirt of yours?"
"What's wrong with what I have on?"
"No offense, AJ, but I don't think you'd get away with wearing that."
"Wearing what?"
"Come on, AJ. You know better than anybody else what you'd be doing if you went to school like that. You are like so close to breaking the Student Code of Conduct. Plus, what do you think Mr. Barkin would say?"
Anne-Jean's furious face turned into one that was panic-stricken.
"I mean, all you guys complain about is Mr. Barkin. How Mr. Barkin always yells at you. How Mr. Barkin is always out to get you. How he…"
"Okay, okay! I get it! I'll go change! Sheesh!" she said as she stomped up the stairs. She didn't see it, but Jesse was absolutely beaming at what he just did.
He crossed his arms and smirked.
Man was he good!
A/N: And there's the introduction folks! Hope you all enjoyed it so far.
I know what you guys are wondering. Eight kids! What the hell? But trust me. You'll understand it better once the story spreads out. So here they are as they appear in this story:
Justin James "JJ, Justy" Stoppable—oldest brother—19—college—Sophomore
Anne-Jean "AJ, Annie" Stoppable—oldest sister—16—high school—Junior
Jason Taylor "JT, Jase" Stoppable—brother in first set of twins—11—Fifth Grade
Serenity "CC" Stoppable—sister in first set of twins—11—Fifth Grade
Cindy Marie "CM, Cin" Stoppable—first sister in second set of twins—6—Kindergarten
Veronica "V, VC" Stoppable—second sister in second set of twins—6—Kindergarten
Allison Christine "Ally, AC" Stoppable—first sister in third set of twins—three months
Dahlia Janna "D, DJ" Stoppable—second sister in third set of twins—three months
Whew, that's a lot. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the story so far. Oh and just for the record, if there's any confusion about who Amber is, she's Justin's girlfriend. Just thought I'd clear that up.
Anyway, I got some work to do.
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