Prologue
I don't own Kim Possible.
She hated being just another young girl.
She was supposed to be special. Extraordinary. She wasn't supposed to fall into the same trap every other girl on the face of the planet had by the time they reached her age.
And yet there she was, silently crying herself to sleep while Ron slept, unaware, just a few feet above her head.
She wished she could tell him. It wasn't heat of the moment, and she hated that girl and she just wanted them to be them again.
But that would ruin the fragile friendship they had worked so hard to gain back. When they broke up… she lost him, and she hated that. She never wanted to feel like he would never be in her life again. So she kept her mouth shut and quietly sobbed into her pillow.
