Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Kim Possible characters. Disney does.
Legumes were the reason I noticed her. That's right, I found the only person who even remotely understands me because of a few pathetic little peanuts. We were in maybe the fourth or fifth grade, at Camp Wannaweep for a summer. She had been eating this huge bag of unshelled peanuts all throughout the bus ride over to Camp Wannaweep, much to the obvious chagrin of the blond boy sitting next to her, and then at dinnertime, she asked the people around her if they wanted any peanuts. I, having forgotten to bring something edible from my cabin, cabin 3, took her up on the offer.
"I'll take them," I said. "I'm famished." She handed over the half-eaten bag of peanuts and invited me to sit with her and her friends.
"Hi," she said amiably. "I'm Finn Caraway. What's your name?" I smiled as I cracked open a peanut shell.
"It's Gil Moss. Thanks for the peanuts." I said as I began consuming the salted goods. She laughed. "What?" I asked, genuinely interested.
"Well, I'm Finn and you're Gil... Our names sound like a team of utterly cliche ichthyologists!" Her friends stared blankly at her, but I got her little joke.
"What's an icky-thylolo-jist?" One of them finally asked, butchering the word.
"It's a scientist who studies fish!" I frowned. It wasn't that hard of a word to say. Finn smiled appreciatively.
"Yep. It's what I want to be when I grow up. What about you, Gil?" I reached in the bag for another peanut.
"You totally took mine. I want to be an ichthyologist, too! Water is totally my element." I smirked.
"Oh, yeah? We'll just see about that, Gil. No one can out-swim me!" she challenged.
"Then you're due. Swim-off tomorrow at morning swim time?"
"You're on," she grinned.
The next morning, the morning that we were to get our schedules, I was pleased to discover that I had the morning swim time. I walked over to the lake to get a good look at it. It was completely green, but I told myself that the greenery was just algae. Boy, was I ever wrong. I was making my way over to the edge of the dock, to gauge the depth of the water, when someone in a blue sports bathing suit, with her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail ran right past me and cannonballed into the green water, creating an oddly small splash. After a few seconds of stupefied staring, I realized that the enthusiastic dark-haired girl was Finn.
"Hurry up!" She taunted, still grinning like the cheshire cat, "What are you, afraid of the water?" I watched her do a few backstrokes, teasing me, until I, too cannonballed into the murky lake. I felt exhilarated the second my feet made contact with the lake. I dove and surfaced, shaking the water out of my eyes in time to see Finn's friends come to the edge of the dock, looking squeamish.
"Finn! This water is disgusting!" one whined.
"Carrie, don't be such a squeeb! Jump in!" the girl named Carrie frowned, but jumped into the lake, holding her nose as she did so. The other campers followed suit. "Are you ready?" Finn asked me.
"For what?" I asked, temporarily distracted by the strange name that Finn had called her friend.
Finn rolled her eyes at me. "For the race, you squeeb!" she laughed. I smiled unmercifully back.
"You are so gonna lose, Fins!" I jeered at her.
"Not likely!" she taunted back.
Finn won. She careened through the water as fast as a motorboat, while I tried my hardest to keep up with her. That proved to be nearly impossible. By the time I had managed to get to the far side of the lake, Finn was already back on the dock, drying her hair and getting green lake muck out of her goggles, which, like her swimsuit, were blue. When finally I managed to return to the dock, Finn was ready to taunt me some more.
"Had enough, Greengills?" she shouted over at me as I pulled myself onto the dock, belly first. I scowled. I hated to lose to a girl. "Guess water isn't exactly your element anymore!" She laughed good-naturedly, but I didn't feel like joining in, so I continued my sulking. She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at me. "Don't be a squeeb, Greengills. That takes the fun out of everything!"
"Fine, Fins. We're going to have a rematch at the end of the summer. And I'm gonna win!" I challenged her.
"I'm up for that. But don't feel too bad when you lose, Greengills!" she laughed aloud, making me sulk again.
"No way Fins! I'm going to practice until I can beat you!" That only made Finn laugh even more.
"Why are you calling me Fins?" she asked.
"Why are you calling me Greengills?" I retorted. She shrugged.
"Because you're calling me Fins." she said simply, raising her eyebrows at me.
That was the day I stayed at the lake at afternoon swim. That was the day that Ron, the blond kid who had sat by Finn on the bus, swapped me his swim time for my arts and crafts time, so I could obsessively train myself to swim quickly and efficiently. At dinner that evening, I sat by Finn again. Ron, the squeeb, was sitting alone a few tables away, poking at the strange camp food the counselors had given us, shivering. I watched as Finn stood up to go and talk to him.
"What's up?" she asked him. Curious, I listened in.
"M-m-m-monkey..." he stammered. Finn's mouth fell open.
"Oh my gosh! My big brother told me about the chimp, but I thought he was joking!" she gasped. "Is it really rabid?"
"I don't know what that means, but Bobo the chimp is seriously messed up!"
I scowled. There was something that bothered me about Finn talking to Ron,, but I didn't quite know what it was.
I wouldn't see Finn again for five years.
Author'sNotes: Finn's name was a COMPLETE accident. I didn't notice until I typed the names back to back, and I burst out laughing when I finally realized the crazy coincidence. Sometimes I can be a little slow. But, since I like the name, Finn shall remain as Finn. In other news, it annoys me that fanfiction.net doesn't have a tag for Gill/GilMoss. If anyone who knows how/has the power to add a tag, either do it or email me at holly429gmail.com Thank you! :)