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That being said, I hope you enjoy this little effort of mine.

Ron really didn't know how or when exactly it happened, but it did. As he slowly shut the door of his locker and looked over to where his friend Kim Possible was putting away her books, he just had to sigh and admit to himself: he loved her.

Not just friendly love too. It was the kind of love that he never thought he could feel for someone. Sure he'd had intense attractions to countless girls in and out of school, and those were nice and made his heart race pleasantly. But just looking at Kim right now made him feel all warm and tingly, as if he wanted to rush over to her and... and...

And he didn't know what came next. Come on, I'm Ron Stoppable, he thought. I'm the sidekick whose name supervillains couldn't seem to remember. I'm the guy who always tags along and tries to help Kim in her missions but always ends up getting his pants torn off by a wayward pulley-line. Well, maybe not always, but often enough for it to become really embarrassing.

A slight movement in the pocket of his cargo pants called his attention and Rufus, his pet naked mole rat peeked out. Rufus always knew when Ron felt bad and this time Rufus knew it was really bad. He chirped inquiringly and Ron fished him out of his pocket to look at him.

"Well buddy," Ron said. "I guess this is one situation Kim can't help me with."

"What situation would that be Ron?" Kim asked, overhearing his conversation with Rufus. "Is something the matter?"

Startled, Ron looked up and came face to face with Kim. He'd looked at her face a million times, heard her voice even before he got to know her back in preschool. Now though, as she stood in front of him having shut her locker and come close to ask him a question, he gazed into her deep green eyes and felt his reply catch in his throat. He choked a couple of moments before he managed to squeak out "Nothing! Nothing, KP. I was just... worried about our coming math test."

Kim tossed a look of slight suspicion at Ron and shrugged, stating "It shouldn't be a biggie. It's not like we didn't study most of last night for it at my place. Even if you did get most of the first half wrong, you made up for it by learning what to do afterwards, right?"

Ron nodded dumbly, only vaguely registering the words. What he was mostly preoccupied with was how utterly beautiful Kim Possible really was. It was a wonder why it was only now that he was noticing how Kim's auburn hair flowed wonderfully down her back. How smooth and flawless her skin was and how fascinating a simple shrug of the shoulder was when she did it. It was like time had slowed and every little detail of her flooded his senses and made his heart ache painfully with longing to tell her how he really felt for her, and at the same time ache with the pain of knowing that he couldn't.

Kim looked at Ron one last time and dismissed his thunderstruck facial expression as mere pre-test jitters. "Don't worry about it. I'm sure you'll do great." She reached out and touched his elbow, hoping to reassure him.

For Ron, the touch made him want to dance around madly and sing with joy. It electrified his senses and made him feel like he'd eaten all the candy bars in the world, without the horrible consequenses afterwards. It was all he could do to smile and thank Kim. As she turned away and walked to their classroom, Ron felt his spine turn to jelly and his legs shudder as if they were made of rubber.

No way could Kim possibly consider him as anything but a friend. He was her sidekick, the cheerleading team's mascot, her comic relief. She was a cheerleader, saves the world on a regular basis and popular to boot. If he even dared to let her know how he felt, he'd be risking his friendship with her. And they'd been friends most of their lives.

Ron pulled a sigh from deep within him and patted Rufus on the head before he put the mole rat back in his pocket. He didn't know what to do but he knew this feeling had to be resolved, one way or another.

Kim walked away and worried deep within her if Ron noticed how concerned she was. She had to muster all her inner strength to keep her feelings in check as she touched his elbow. She really couldn't say when or how the feeling started but she knew now that she liked Ron as more than a friend. Too bad he just couldn't seem to notice that and seemed to have other things in mind.

It was a relief when her communicator tinnied its alert, signaling that Wade was calling. At least she could distract herself from these confusing feelings inside her and concentrate on something less stressful, like saving the world.

"What's the sitch, Wade?"