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A/N: I said I would write another fic and I did, just as promised. Anyhow, if you don't have an account in fanfiction or tired of checking your mail every now and then (in my case I check it everyday) for updates or new fic from me, follow me on twitter. My twitter name is posted in my account. Only if you want to.


Kim woke up suddenly when a throbbing pain hit her in her belly that too early lazy Saturday morning. She tried to ignore it at first, thinking that maybe it was just a warning sign from her monthly subscription and tried sleeping back again. But the more she tried; the pain increased its intensity. She tried to get off the bed as quick as possible but then strong arms were holding her down. She took a peek at the man who was sleeping soundly beside her. His arms were in a hug with her, his head was rested peacefully by her shoulder blade and his thighs were draped all over her. She was undeniably stuck in the strong grip of her unconscious oblivious boyfriend.

"Ron let go." She whispered carefully. Afraid to wake him, this was quiet ironic cause she was trying to wake him up. Ron had arrived at his apartment very late the previous night or should she say early morning of today because of his internship in one of the most prestigious restaurant in Paris. Ron made a protesting sound but eventually let go of her. She dashed out of the bedroom instantly.

There were a lot of things that Ron would willingly do for Kim. He had become her sidekick by default, he had jump off numerous infrastructures and wonders of nature. Swam the deepest oceans, faced his fears of monkeys and other stuff he couldn't recall. There were plenty adventures and mishaps the two of them shared but amidst all of those, nothing ever prepared him for this day. One of those things that he and almost all of the boyfriends in the world dreaded to do that would make them question their masculinity. Even his mother never did once ask him to do such unimaginable thing but that was because his mother never ran out of such things. While he on the other hand, well he never thought that he actually needed to stock up on such feminine needs.

He walked groggily towards the designated aisle for the merchandise he was told to or more like shoved out of bed and kicked out of the door to purchase. Ron being him obliged with no single complained for he knows that it was just futile to try and sleep back when you have a girlfriend who was having her first day of her time of the month. He yawned and stood in front of the shelf. His eyes almost went out of its socket when he found numerous and different products. He tilted his head and scratched it. One by one he read the labels of the different brands. There were brands like whisper, kotex, modess, always, stayfree, comfort, etc. To make things more complicated there were also categories like for regular flow, heavy flow, overnight, non-wings, with wings, net protected, cottony soft and etc.

Ron felt a little dizzy and overwhelmed at the early morning information overload. He was 100% thankful he wasn't born a female. He closed his eyes and sighed preparing himself for the mental battle of choosing the right pad for his girlfriend. He tried to remember those instances that he had accidentally found Kim's stash of pads. 'What were they again?' If it was up to him he would have called her to ask just what exactly to grab but then on Kim's haste of kicking him out of the apartment, he wasn't able to grab his cellphone nor was he able to wake Rufus to go with him.

"Can I help you sir?" came a woman's voice behind Ron. He turned around and saw a striking beautiful young woman who may or may not look around his age. Compare to her, he might looked like someone who got out of bed without looking at the mirror which was in reality his case.

"Yeah, I'm trying to buy a pad for my girlfriend."

"Well I'd recommend a tampon than a pad. It's far better." She grabbed a box of tampax and handed it to Ron.

"I'm pretty sure she said she wanted a pad not a tampon." He answered confused to the thousandth level.

"Trust me, I'm a woman. She wanted a tampon."

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"Whoa Ron, you look…"

"Horrible? I know. Just punch my purchase already Bailey."

"Someone's cranky today. Your girlfriend is in town I reckoned or are you finally cheating on her?" Bailey, a mid-twenties skinny guy asked as he scanned the tampons. Ever since Ron interned in one of the high class restaurants in Paris, he had gone grocery shopping in this one supermarket. And somehow he had become friends with Bailey.

"Unlike you Bailey I don't cheat." Ron stated in an annoyed tone.

"That would be 4.28 euro." Ron handed Bailey the exact amount and hastily grabbed his purchase. He hurriedly walked out of the supermarket and back to the apartment.

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Ron arrived at his apartment with an eerie type of silence welcome. He gulped hard; perhaps it was the sign of his incoming assassination by his own best friend/girlfriend. Ron scanned the living room, next the kitchen and found 0 Kim Possible. Next he went to the bedroom, tiptoeing because you do not disturb a menstruating female from her sleep. .DON'T. His eyebrows went into a furrow acknowledging that Kim wasn't there also.

"KP?" he finally called out and for a moment there was no response. "Kim?"

"In the bathroom Ron!" she shouted. He took note of the fact that the response was not a shout with annoyance but just a simple shout of declaring where she was. He went out of the bedroom and walked towards the bathroom. Ever the gentleman, Ron knocked at the door twice before Kim said he was welcomed to enter.

"I got the…thing you wanted." Ron blushed a little bit at his cowardice to mention the word tampon. Those words just don't come out from his mouth in a regular basis.

Kim was on the bathtub, her body heavily covered by the bubbles. (Thank goodness for Ron's sake.) She motioned Ron to come forward and hand her the goods. He knelt beside the tub and handed her the box. Ron was about to gloat with accomplishment when all of a sudden, Kim's expression changed from smiling to horrified to angry in a split second.

"Why would you buy this?!" her tone was accusing.

"That's what you wanted right?"

"No. I clearly told you to buy me a pad not a tampon! Ron, I don't use tampon."

"The woman in the aisle said that tampons are better." Ron replied innocently.

"And you trust her more than me, is that it?" her tone was rising. Her eyebrows were also raised and her arms were crossed against her chest. One more wrong sentence from Ron and he was surely going to get a kick in his butt.

"Of course not pfft, I was just stupid enough to…uhmm not read the label, yeah not read the label on the box properly. I'm going to exchange this with pads now." He blabbered, made countless hand motion before racing out of the bathroom. But before he was completely out, he remembered something. "Hey KP should I get the heavy flow, night, wing or without wings?" Kim rolled her eyes.

"Two set, one for night and one for heavy flow, both with wings and preferably net."

"Can you say that again?"

"Argh…just get one pack that has wings."

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"Bought the wrong item Ron?"

"Shut up Bailey." Bailey chuckled as he made the exchange of product.

"Well Ron you need to buy more than this to come up with the exact amount of your original purchase. You lack 4.99 euro. So, want to buy some condoms?" It was a good thing that it was still too early for a lot of people or else Ron would have melted from embarrassment due to his good not so good friend Bailey. Ron grabbed something from the counter that had caught his peripheral vision.

"And 2 tablets of mefenamic acid."

"Now you owe me 1.15 euro."

"Here."

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"KP I'm back. I'm just going to place these pads in the bed, beside me." Ron murmured the last part.

Kim was only in her towel when she found Ron collapsed at the bed. His legs were dangling by the bedside, his right arm covering his eyes while the other rested on his stomach. He was down to a shirt and a pair of boxers she got for him last month he visited her in Hong Kong.

The guilt slowly crept on her. She knew that he was so tired from his night shift at the restaurant but then she just had to boss him around so early. She sighed, she was too lucky to have him by her side. In fact she didn't know what exactly did she do that warrants her title of being Ron Stoppable's best friend/ girlfriend. But whatever it was, she was 100% sure that she wasn't going to let him go because amidst all the food chain, the distance and other circumstances they were, is and going to face she knew that she was madly in love with him. Kim kissed him on the cheek lightly.

Kim opened the plastic and found 3 things that made Ron the winner of the best boyfriend award of a lifetime. One was the winged, heavy flow, net perforated pad. Second were her favorite chocolates. And lastly a medicine for dysmenorrhea or menstrual cramps/pains which she didn't ask him to buy nor did she thought he knew existed.

"You're the best Ron."


I'm a female so I know what I was talking about here. Nope this didn't happened to me cause I have zero love life. Also mefenamic acid is a generic name for one type of medicine for dysmenorrhea. My mother and sister who happens to be a nurse (both of them) told me about it. I don't take dysmenorrhea meds.

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