Disclaimer: I own nothing of Kim Possible.
Coloring Outside the Lines
By: Imyoshi
Procrastinating
"Head in the game, Ron!"
The overly frustrated girl threatened as she pushed Ron into his room. The sidekick had no say in the matter, for going against Kim Possible always ended badly, super villain, best friend, or whatever, it didn't matter! The outcome never changed. A cruel fact of life he learned early on in years of the Pixie Scouts and their dreaded muffin sells.
She pushed and then dragged him by his collar, gritting her teeth all the way. The blond had decided to remain quiet through the whole process. A smart move on his part if he does say so himself.
"Okay Ron, you are not leaving this room until you get your half of the project done, got that," demanded the hero girl, poking his chest roughly. They'd been assigned a project by Mr. Barkin to do a research topic on global warming, and to say Ron was distracted... well he just was. Like all the time! And poor Kimberly had been anything but cold to the touch since then.
Till the very last second, Ron had completely blown off his half of the project until the very last day before the dreaded due date. And Kimmie was not all rainbows and sunshine about it. Oh no! The girl had been a walking hail storm cloud of confusion, anger, panicky, and more anger. Definitely more anger. Lots of it.
The teen sidekick sighed, slumping onto his bed, "Fine, I'll get started on it right away, KP," he informed her in a totally innocent best friend way.
She smiled, nodding at his cooperation. Not like he had much choice, "Great, Ron! I'll be back in half an hour to check up on your progress!" Before the boy could so much as protest, Kim left the room, smiling at a job well done. The mission was simple. Ron would finish his work and she'll get an A. Simple!
The impossible girl had only gone a few steps down the stairs when a thought occurred. She had forgotten to ask Ron if he wanted to go see that new chick flick movie after school tomorrow. Well, she pouted, touching her lip lightly, it would only take a second to ask him.
Running back toward his room, Kim entered a bit cheery, "Hey Ron! Want to go see that new..." to only find Ron halfway out his window, eyes wide, caught in the act of deserting. Her mind went blank in trying to process the sight before her. Then like a miscalculated error, it went into overdrive.
…
"Okay Ron, there! Now there's no way for you not to work on the project," declared the hero girl, in a way to over the top happy voice, which only meant one thing. Fear. Not for her, but for him. She had bolted his window shut with a few nails and then covered it with some duck tape and a small sensor courtesy of the Kimmunicator. His room's escape routes have been bordered shut, so in other words, Ron Stoppable was now under house arrest, "Got it?"
Ron sat there, staring at the hammer in her hands, and the force smile on her face. Those piercing emerald orbs grew twice as bright as before and he could see the tenseness in her shoulders. The person before him... did not play around. He blinked looking all innocent and Kim took immediate notice of that.
"Got it!" The boy nodded vigorously, "Good… Now I'll be back in an hour to check up on you and by then, I expect you to be at least halfway down with your half of the project." And with that, she left, closing the door roughly and leaving him alone—without an escape route in sight.
Alone again, he fell back more in his chair, feeling the pressure get to his nerves. "Okay, no more fooling around! I got to work on this project for Kim's sake or she'll kill me!" Ron grabbed his text book, all focused to work on his half of the project. He sat at his desk, pulling out a few sheets of paper. His pencil barely touched the tip of his paper when Rufus jumped out his pocket, running up the side of his shoulder.
His little mole rat ran up his shoulder in a hurry, rubbing his face when he got there, "What is it, buddy?" The naked buddy rambled some random sounds and grunts only his owner could understand and glared mischievously at him. Ron's face scrunched up in a mix of emotions, "What?! No! I can too!"
Rufus smirked, challenge accepted!
…
Returning after an hour of community work. Kim strolled upstairs towards Ron's room, prepared to see his progress on his half. She was sure that he had at least finished a third of his half. And then maybe if he hurried, they could grab a bite to eat. The community work did leave the girl famished. And for once, Bueno Nacho sounded really appetizing.
The redhead quickly ran upstairs, opening Ron's door with confidence, "Okay Ron! How are you doing on your half of the project?" Kim came inside to see her best friend standing in the center of his room, balancing a pencil on his tongue with Rufus timing him with a stop watch.
A few seconds passed before the mole rat hit the stop watch, "Time!"
Ron grabbed the pencil from his tongue, flinging his arms into the air with excitement, "Booyah! He shoots, he scores!"
"Ron," Kim trailed, not sure how to take the whole sitch. "What are you doing?"
The sidekick tossed the pencil in the air with much ease, catching it with even greater skill, "Oh, nothing. Just proving Rufus here that I can beat my old pencil balancing record," he turned, smilingly smugly at Rufus. "Which I totally did!"
The girl smiled a bit at his free easy going attitude, "Oh? And what record would that be?" she asked so playfully, not worried about his work. After all, the record couldn't have been that long. Could it?
The sidekick smirked, rubbing his knuckled on his red jersey, "Nothing to simple. Just a simple 55 minutes!"
...
Wow, never could Ron Stoppable remember seeing Kim so angry. He swore he saw steam come out her ears when he told her his personal record. Really! He thought she would be happy for him? Oh well, he guessed his best friend didn't have the same interest in pencil balancing as he did. What a shame.
After revealing his new record, Kim had literally taken everything out of his room that could even prove to be a momentary distraction. Blankets, games, socks, and whatever else she could guess was wrong for him to have. And then Kim had forced him to sit down at his desk—minus Rufus of course—and left him with only his pencil and pile of papers to work with. Then she threatened him with some not so bueno words and left the room in a sour mood, locking the door as she did. She gave him one hour before she would return, giving Ron more than enough time to work on his half of the project.
The sidekick, so not wanting to feel the wrath of his redheaded best friend, decided to focus on the task at hand. The project! Sitting professionally, Ron began to write his name, "No more distractions, time to do this!"
Tongue out, Ron got to as far as writing his name when his pencil traced the edge of his paper, bending it. He stared at the bend, attempting to fix it. His fingers trailed the edges, trying to smooth it out, but accidentally led it to being bent in another angle, then another, and another, and another, and so on and so forth. Eventually the paper turned from a perfectly nice flat piece to a tangled mismatched one. It almost looked like a bird.
Curious, he picked another piece of paper and folded the edges for a bit. Then the last the piece resembled a plane when he finished.
Eyes shining with anticipation, he reached for another.
Badical!
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Kim breathed calmly from the other side of Ron's door, holding a bag of Bueno Nacho in her hands. There is absolutely no way that Ron could have gotten distracted this time. She had practically left with just the bare essentials. No scratch that! She taken his socks! Ron had no bare essentials. Her mind shrugged. Oh well. She had a gut feeling that Ron would come through, just like he did on missions.
She smiled heroically, feeling a tiny bit better.
Opening the door, her gaze came upon a room filled with folded piece of papers resembling ducks, swans, boxes, and whatever else could be folded from paper. The entire room was covered with them! And then there was Ron. Her best friend had a paper hat on his head, and was currently folding another one.
The sidekick had noticed her and smiled, "Hey Kim, I'm making a spare hat for me. Do you want one too?"
The girl blinks in surprise before her grip on the Bueno Nacho bag tightened. Ron had somehow yet found a way to distract himself and most likely procrastinated on the project! But nevertheless, she forced a smile through her newly form twitching eye. "Ron," she dangerously soothed out in a low, hushed tone, "Did you finish your half of the project?"
The boy rubbed his neck in thought, not noticing his best friend's twitchy face and very close meltdown. "I got part of it done," informed the clueless teen.
"Oh?" she wasn't expecting that. "Really? How much?"
Pulling off his hat, the blond pointed at the front of it, "See? I wrote my name down."
Author Notes: Revise - 9/25/2016