Used a random word generator online to make some drabbles. Hope you guys enjoy!
Ballroom
Kim Possible stood with Ron, holding her cocktail in her left hand. She had just assisted in saving the world from an alien invasion six months ago, so Global Justice allowed her to have a few drinks that night despite being in a country where the drinking age was twenty one. Kim was nursing her drink, and to be honest with herself, she didn't really enjoy it, but was pretending to because it was fun to act older than her years.
She stood in her dress and felt beautiful; it was a simple gown that went straight down and hit the floor. It was a medium blue and complimented her skin tone beautifully. She had to admit, she was probably the most stunning one in the room in her simple dress. Her red hair was up in a neat bun and she wore diamond jewelry which sparkled when the light hit it just right. Kim was feeling great about herself and took a small sip of her cocktail, forgetting how terrible it tasted.
Suddenly, conversation stopped. The music continued to play, but quietly. Kim looked where Ron's eyes traveled and heard him give a small gasp. Dr. Drakken was descending the stairs into the large, spacious room. However, people weren't staring at him, but the woman who he was escorting down the stairs in a dress that resembled a 1920's gown. Kim was surprised at the color which was a dark rose pink. However, she looked stunning. Kim couldn't take her eyes off of her as she got to the bottom of the stairs. She smiled like a princess.
Kim Possible knew she'd always be the better fighter and would win every time they'd get in a brawl, however, Shego would always be the most beautiful woman in the ballroom.
Coat
This wasn't the first time Kim was jealous of Shego's coat; there had been a time when Shego had that coat from Club Banana three or four years ago when they had been on opposite sides of the law. Why was it that Shego always had nicer things than her? Oh, right; she wasn't a struggling college student with no money whatsoever. That, and despite Shego saying that she didn't take handouts, she knew Dr. Drakken handed her the credit card if she wanted something.
Kim sighed as she watched Shego walk down the sidewalk with that ugly poodle in her brand new black pea coat that was five hundred dollars from one of those rich department stores. Whatever, she didn't need that coat, anyway. "Hey, KP, I…uhhh…I got you something," her boyfriend, Ron, said as he handed her a shopping bag.
Kim gasped as she pulled out a beautiful red pea coat and she wasn't jealous of Shego anymore.
Hail
Kim grumbled with annoyance in her apartment. Classes had been canceled due to the terrible weather. It was snowing quite heavily outside. She sighed in boredom and began to wish she procrastinated on her homework so she'd have something to do. Maybe she could study? But midterms were over, and there were no exams coming up. Could she study anyway? No, there wasn't anything new she had learned yet. She had tried asking Wade if anything was going on in the world whether it was a cat stuck in a tree or a bomb had to be detonated. Nothing.
She was beyond bored. Maybe she should have lived on campus instead. Kim decided that she'd attempt to relax, but she had no idea how to do that; she tried calling her boyfriend, but he was at work so she figured she'd call someone who could be lazy when she wanted to be. "What is it?" the voice asked on the other line.
"Hey, Shego!" Kim exclaimed.
"And you're calling me because…"
"I'm so bored I don't know what to do with myself. It's snowing-er-hailing now and I'm going out of my mind!"
"Go for a walk," Shego said and Kim could just picture her rolling her eyes.
"In hail? Are you insane?"
"Kimmie, I don't have time to question my sanity. I have to go."
"I'll text you!" Kim said.
"Please, don't." And before Kim could respond, Shego had hung up. She let out an annoyed grunt and crossed her arms. She looked out the window and watched the hail fall, her boredom still very much there.
Quilt
Mrs. Lipsky didn't like that her son let that young green girl use that quilt to keep warm on the couch while they watched a movie together. She hated how the girl was completely stretched out on the couch with her feet in his lap and the Lipsky family quilt covering her from neck to toe. She kept her façade and pretended not to care, but Mama Lipsky was not happy, especially since she knew her son wasn't going to marry her; she found the entire situation inappropriate.
She watched as her Drewbie wasted his time with this twenty something year old. Some sort of affair must be going on between the two if they were living together. In fact, their bedrooms were just across the hall from one another. Shego, as she called herself, was sleeping. She wasn't too happy how she snuggled into that quilt; it was meant for the family only! "Mother, I know what you're thinking," Drew said. "But she's part of my family."
"She's not blood related to you, and you aren't married to her. She isn't part of the family. Blood is thicker than water," Mrs. Lipsky reminded her son.
"Mother, she's family and that is that. You were more than accepting when you thought we were…er…in a relationship."
"That's different, Drewbie. Now she's just some young hussy living with you to take advantage of your wealth."
Shego opened her eyes and looked at the quilt and grimaced. She smirked at Mrs. Lipsky before throwing the quilt on the ground and spitting on it before leaving the room.
Dr. Drakken knew the two would make up tomorrow.
Prize
Ron opened up the cereal bag carefully so it wouldn't make the marshmallows and stuff explode all over the counter. The box had been easy enough, but the plastic bag was something else. He could use scissors and cut a straight line across the top, but they were all the way in a drawer in the living room. He didn't feel like walking all the way over there, so he had to do his best with using his hands.
With both hands, he lightly pulled at the plastic and closed his eyes. Nothing happened; he had to pull harder, which he was afraid of from the beginning. Ron took a deep breath and pulled. He heard some of the cereal fall onto the counter and the floor. He opened up one eye just a little to see the mess he had made. Thankfully, he saw that there was just a few on the floor and counter.
Not caring about the minimal mess he made on the floor (he had taken the little pieces on the counter and put it back in the bag), he put his entire right hand in the cereal bag. Finally, he hit a piece of hard, solid plastic! He slowly pulled it out of the cereal bag and revealed a…spoon. That was it? A spoon?
Ron angrily slammed the spoon on the counter, leaving the cereal bag and box out as he walked away. "Some prize that was," he grumbled before leaving the kitchen defeated.
