A/N: YAY!! A slash fic. As always, no flames. I do not own Kim Possible, blah, blah, blah..

Plastercated Smile

CHAPTER 1: RON

It was a Monday. Ron hated Mondays. Monday, in his opinion, was the source of all evil. All things monkey, bully, and failing grade began on a Monday. But this Monday, he decided, was to be very different from every other Monday, because there was a party after school, and he was going to be there by INVITATION! It was the first day of the rest of his life!

He reached Kim's house at 7:15 and ushered her out the door as fast as he could. This day couldn't go fast enough.

"So, Kim, are you hyped? PAR-TAY TO-NITE!"

"Um, Ron, I have some bad news," she said. "I can't go to the party tonight."
Ron's jaw dropped. He stared in shock at her apologetic face.

"Wade just assigned me a major mission, but it's something I have to go on alone. I'll try to get to the party afterwards, but I might be too tired—It's in the Amazon, and you know what that humidity does to a person. Think you can handle yourself without me? At least for a little while?"

"I guess I could try. I mean, if it's for a mission and everything." He kicked a soda can halfheartedly. Great. He was going to be alone at a party. Not only that, he was really hoping he could talk to Kim about that...thing that was bugging him. But...he was going to be there. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

"So, did you study for the History test?" Kim said out of the blue.

"Aw, man! Did you have to remind me?"

History with Barkin. Not the most pleasant thing in itself. But when you add a test you didn't study for to the picture, it's unbearable.

To Ron's surprise, he could actually answer most of the questions. He turned the paper in feeling slightly more confident. As he leaned back in his chair, a folded piece of paper fell onto his desk. He unfolded it to see Josh Mankey's beautiful, neat, loopy handwriting.

Ron,

I heard that Kim can't make it to the party tonight. Would you like me to come with you?

Ron froze. Josh? Why would Josh want to go to the party with him? Oh well. Might as well..but would that be admit—no. It wouldn't. Why was he stressing so bad? He was Ron Stoppable, maker of magic. Of course Josh would ask him to go to the party. He was a BABE MAGNET BABY!

He scribbled, "sure, why not," on the back and tossed the note in Josh's general direction. Josh picked it up, read it and smiled.