Disclaimer: Don't own Kim Possible or any of it's characters. I do own the other characters that you'll see in later chapters. (This story is sorta told from Kim's POV)


:: Kim's POV::

It was senior night. Everyone was in his or her graduation gowns. We were listening to Eva, our valedictorian give a speech about the school years as she went by. I sat down looking at my lap. I had been lucky, I hadn't got a villain call in a month. That could also be bad news, too. They might be plotting another evil do. I had cut my hair down to my shoulders. I've changed a lot, same with Ron. Rufus croaked 2 months ago of old age. He hadn't been the same since. But, each day he became happier. The speech ended, long ago. I heard my name being called.

"Possible, Kim," Mr. Weller [A/N I don't know who gives out these awards…I didn't go to my sisters ceremony because it would take to long for the laptops battery to charge so pretend it's whoever gives it…Mr. Weller is the principal…just making up names]

I got up and smiled, walking tall and proud. I grabbed my award.

"Thanks." I whispered as I walked back to my seat. About 15 minutes later the last name was called.

"Zimmerman, Aimee!" Soon after that the crowd got excited. Us former-seniors did, too.

"Congratulations class of 2003!" Mr. Weller shouted, everyone through his or her hats off. In a matter of seconds people were crying and hugging each other.

"So, Ron what GPA did you get?" I asked him.

"3.0." He took a bite of his taco.

"Oh, that's great." I smiled. "Where do you plan on going to college?"

"I'm not so sure yet," he looked up at me. "What about you?"

"I don't know either." I took a sip of my soda. "It's scary, isn't it? We're all on our own now, after college there's real life."

"That's true, KP. I'm sure you'll have a great life." Ron always knew what to say.

"I'm sure you will too. Have you found a new job yet?" I asked.

"Not yet, Kim. How's your job?"

"Selling clothes, fine. My boss is a pain, though." We both laughed and I got up.
"I've got work tomorrow speaking of it. I'll want to get home and make sure my car is washed and that my clothes are. I'll see you around." I always felt bad about leaving like that on him and never waiting for him to finish, but sometimes he ate slowly.


A few months went by, I was attending a college in New York. I haven't talked to Ron since that night in Bueno Nacho. Soon years and years passed by. I was married to Josh Mankey, as strange as it is. We hadn't lost contact and we dated until he proposed to me. We had a little boy named Brian. He had Josh's hair and my eyes. Only 4 years old. I had just turned 25 and we were moving back to Middleton.

"Josh, hurry," I screamed to him. "We're going to miss the plane." I gripped onto Brian's hand tighter, not wanting him to get lost.

When we were on the plane I called my mother on the airplane phone. My mom knew we were coming and was so happy. I couldn't wait to see my family again, especially Jim and Tim. I knew that they probably were more mature [a/n would anyone take a guess on how old they are? I'm not very good with math.]

We arrived in the Air Port. Josh's parents and mine were there. I ran to them and hugged them tightly and kissed them, my mother adored Brian and smothered him in hugs and kisses. Call me a bad friend, but by this time I totally had forgotten about Ron. I thought about him every now and then but I never made any attempt to call him or get back into contact with him.

Soon we were all settled in and my family and I had caught up on everything.

"I'm going to the store, I'm taking Brian with me, Josh." I kissed him on the lips and went in the car and drove off. We arrived at the market.

"Bri, I want you to go to the kid's place over there. That lady will watch you and I'll buy you some candy and get you when I'm done.

I must have shopped for 3 hours because I noticed the store was getting less and less crowded.

"I better get Brian," I told myself.

"Come on Bri, lets go get a snack." I picked him up and wheeled the cart over to the food area and we bought some treats and ate.

"Mommy I met a girl." He said, biting into his ice cream.

"What was her name?" I asked him.

"Jewwie… Jewwie Stwopawble." He answered me.

I almost spit my soda out.

"Julie?" I took a napkin and cleaned my mouth off. "Stay here, I'll be right back."

Walking over to the kid's area I was scared what I'd see. I saw a small girl. She looked about Brian's age. She had thin blonde hair and brown eyes. It had to be Ron's daughter. She looked so much like him.

"Hi Julie," I went up to her and bent down. She had beautiful brown eyes.

"DADDA!" She screamed.

I repeated the word "Dadda" in my head. What the hell did I miss when I was in New York?

I saw Ron run up to her and pick her up.

"Ron?" I asked. "It's me, Kim!" I looked over to see Brian running towards me with Ice cream all over his mouth and shirt. "Brian, you're father just bought that for you." I took his hand and held onto it.

"KP? Is that really you?" He asked. It felt really strange talking to Ron again.

"Yeah, this is my son, Brian. I married Josh back when I was 19." I blushed, he smiled.

"Well, this is my girl. Julie." He looked at her. "Her mother."

"Who was her mother?" I asked.

"Bonnie."

"No way?!" I said half believing him, half questioning him.

"She turned into a slut, I guess. Addicted to sex. She said she'd marry me if I would. And well…anyways she stayed with me until Julie was born and she left me leaving Julie behind. She killed herself a month back…slit her wrist."

"I'm sorry, Ron."

"I don't know why I did it, I didn't really like her."

"She's cute." I cooed over this little girl. "So where are you working, living?"

"I'm working as a student teacher for 9th graders, and I'm still living with my parents. They help me support Julie."

"Oh, I lived in New York but I guess were moving here now, back to Middleton. Josh worked at a computer store I worked at a gymnastics/cheerleading gym." I picked Brian up. "It was great talking to you again, Ron. I want to get home so I can get Brian in bed; it's really late already. 9:00 PM…I'll see you tomorrow at Bueno Nacho." I ran off and sat Brian in the car seat.

"Mama who was dat?"

"Mommy knows him from school,"

I drove home and when I got home Brian was asleep, I picked him up and brought him in.

"What took so long?" Josh asked, taking Brian and bringing him into the guestroom.

"Met up with an old friend, including I bought tons of food." I kissed Josh on the cheek and went into the guest bathroom and took a shower, cooling off and changing into my pajamas. Falling asleep right away.