Well, if this ain't a fine way to start…

My first KP fic, and it's an angsty, POV oneshot. But I figure that I've been doing too much reviewing and not enough writing, and inspiration struck, so why not put my money where my mouth is, such as it were.

Of course Kim Possible doesn't belong to me. Seriously, when was the last time they even used the phrase "emotional depth"?

Say…

Let me ask you something.

Say you have a friend. You've had this friend your whole life. You can't remember a time when you haven't been with her. Well, you can, but that encounter put you in therapy, so it's not the best example.

Let's say this friend is incredibly popular. Not high school popular. World-wide popular. Everybody knows who she is, and she's so good a person she deserves it.

Now let's say you've fallen in love with this person. You can't help it, really. Having eyes, it's kind of impossible not to. But you love her, and you don't say anything, because you aren't known the world over. Hell, you're hardly known in your own school.

Say the night rolls around that, on an adrenaline high and with endorphins keeping your mind off the fact that your ribs are nuzzling your liver, you happen to say you love this girl.

And then say that girl says she loves you too.

And then say she takes it back.

I ask you, if Kim Possible is standing right in your path as you practically tap-dance down the halls, and she pulls you into a corner, and tells you she made a mistake, and tells you she didn't mean what she said, and tells you that after this and after the other boys she's not even sure she likes boys, and say she want's to still be your friend, and asks can you please forgive her, what do you say?

I'll tell you what you say.

You don't say a god damned thing.

You don't curl up in a ball in the middle of the hall, despite the fact that she just ripped your heart out and used it as a tissue.

You don't corner her during the potentially life-threatening mission to ask her why has she done this and how can she sleep at night.

You don't growl like an animal every time she goes on a date and there's a girl a girl on her arm, and you don't tackle said girl and tell her over and over again that you were her first and she's not you so how can she think this will work?

What you do is you just nod every time she says who she's dating, and cradle her every time she breaks up because she thought she was the one, and you never, ever, ever are in the room when she asks, once again, if there's anyone for her.

Because you don't know anymore.

After all, she was the one for you, and if she doesn't know that, how are you supposed to know anything?