Author: This is so utterly random. Hell, I don't even know where the concept of this came from. Heh. It really just proves my mind really does work in mysterious ways. :)

Synopsis: Kim was normal, well as normal as a cheerleading, world-saving teenager could get. However, even being as level headed as she was, KP was not prepared to fall in love, with a girl, while she was still dating Ron; and convinced she was as straight and inflexible as a titanium rod. TT/KP x-over.

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I never knew falling in love could be as fiercely mind-blowing and heart-wrenching as it had been for me. Even with Erik and Ron, it had been easy—simple, something that just was. Maybe it was the fact that both times I never actually was in love. I felt love, that ineffable fondness and affection, the warmth and calamity of having someone by your side irrevocably, eternally watching your back—but there wasn't any need, any heart-pumping, lung-tightening involved. Never did I feel desperate for their presences, never we're they the single gravitational force tying me to this earth.

They say you never forget your first love, that it makes this everlasting impression on you; that you'll always hold some strong emotional attachment to that person. I have to admit, in this case anyway, that my first love honestly holds no place in my heart. It might be the fact that he turned out to be a synthodrone borne from one of Drakken's more successful plans, or the fact that I only really ever felt puppy-love for him. He was a crush, insignificant in the grand-scale of my ever extraordinary life.

No big.

Ron . . . he was a different story. While it mightn't seem so, he and I had an incredibly complex relationship. I did need him, I couldn't function properly without him. I loved him, utterly and completely, but I can honestly say I have never felt even an inkling of attraction towards him. We had a kinship, this cord that tied us together, kept us together and made us dependent on each other—but in a weirdly platonic sense. Well, on my end of the spectrum anyway.

That was how I felt, but I'm hardly the person you would go to for any type of advice in the topic of emotions. Back then, I had been completely oblivious to even my own feelings. I was so consumed by the desire to be in love—so besotted with the whole idea of it—that I had truly convinced myself that I was in love with Ron—my best friend from Pre-K, the one person that had been there for me through everything, thick and thin.

When I frankly had just been lying to myself, and surprisingly well. I'd had myself fooled.

It wasn't until she literally came crashing into my life, rattling my self-identity to the core and leaving without the presence of mind to gasp for air, that I realised something. It was this incredibly divine moment of clarity, only to be then replaced my sever confusion, doubt and fear—my entire being, my thought process, my emotions—they were scrambled and rewired. It was when the truth had become screaming and kicking to the forefront of my mind and demanded me to take notice.

It had been the moment our eyes first met—and the moment I fell in love . . . for real this time.

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End: Enjoy:)