Author's Note!

Hey there!

I went for a bathroom break a while ago and I think I can continue writing. I think I am... Wait, what? August 7th?! AND IT'S FREAKING 2017?! WHAT THE HELL?! DID I ENTER THE TWILIGHT ZONE?! WHAT THE ACTUAL ^$%# #! I'm sooooooo dead... I'm very very very very very very very dead.

Anyways, I am so sorry for the super long wait. One thing lead to another and I never realized more than a year has passed. I've encountered an Olympus-sized writers block from fleshing out the fight scenes from my other novel. And FREAKING FINALLY! I think I can manage myself to finish that fabled chapter. That's why while I let that cool down a bit, I can write my other stories. While were on this note, I am still shocked beyond belief that even after my long absence, my stories garnered attention. When I logged in here the first time since forever, I found out that two stories, particularly this one, and "Tara King's Winning Performance" made it to the final list of nominees for this year's Fannie Awards in the Best Alternate Pairing and Best Friendship categories. Thank you.

So let's get this started! I am kmtdiccion and here is the sudden update of:

"A Badger And A Sloth"
by: kmtdiccion

Chapter 2

Playing idly with a pencil in hand, Ron fought the urge of dozing off in his History class. Now, Ron is a seasoned marinater, as he so eloquently put it, and he will do anything and everything just to laze and goof off, but the threat of Barkin, the principal/menace who replaced the old teacher due to his health concerns, forced him to at least not earn his ire and his special assignments. He groaned at his cursed luck whenever the name of the principal is mentioned. As he babbled on while showing the horrific and gory episodes of his experience from the Vietnam War, the blonde held to his stomach, not wanting to spew his breakfast Naco out in class.

"-And this is a photo of the Viet Cong rebels who were in the middle of the bombing zone. Bear in mind that during this time, the US Air Force is using napalm bombs, which can cause third-degree burns." With almost a sinister smile, Barkin showed an image of a burning man, which made half of his class to hurl.

"Please, oh please, let the bell ring!" Ron prayed to whatever deity above, to stop him before things go south. And maybe, some may have heard him because before Barkin can show more of his collection of memories from the gruesome war, a noise filled the room.

RIIIIIINGGGGGGG!

"YES! FINALLY!" Ron mentally shouted while pumping his fists. The class quickly erupted into sighs of relief and chatters while Barkin tried to remind everyone of the assignment and the upcoming exams, though none of the students paid mind. Exiting the classroom as if he's a prisoner who saw the outside world for the first time in decades, Ron raced towards his best friend, something he hopes it still rings true, Kim Possible's locker and head to his favorite time of school: Breaktime.

Turning left, he saw the redhead putting her load of books back inside her locker. With joy brimming his eyes, he greeted with a wave "Yo KP!"

"Ron," Kim smiled in response "Hey, heard about History class."

"Oh, man. Don't remind me, KP." Ron groaned while remembering the gore that is his History class "I definitely think that Barkin's out to get me. I mean, who enjoys showing these things to kids?! That is one man I wouldn't mess with." Rufus crawled back to his owner's pocket and shivered from the almost traumatic experience. Kim laughed at their antics and went back to what she's doing.

"Well, no kidding Ron." the redhead agreed after finishing placing the books back. "Say, Ron, I'm really-"

"Let's hurry up, KP. It's cardboard pizza day! The caf's going to be packed if we don't get a move on." Ron grabbed the teen hero's arms and tried to pull her towards the cafeteria's doors, but he was stopped. The freckled teen looked back and saw the sad smile plastered on his best friend's face. He knew that face very well. Ron saw that face numerous times since the two started junior year. And to confirm his worst fears, Kim spoke:

"I'm really sorry, Ron, but I can't today. I've got to attend the meeting for the yearbook and pass these petitions to the student council. Maybe, next time, Ron."

"But, KP-"

"I'm really sorry. I'll make it up to you. I think I'm free this Friday. How does Bueno Nacho Friday sound?" Kim tried to compromise, but she knew that even that day is pretty unsure. He knows how swamped she is with schoolwork and extracurricular activities, and he knows she still means well for him, but a small part of him just wants to have some time with his friend, the one he had ever since they were five. But what can he do? He's just a bumbling doofus that still can't understand "sideway 8 thingies". With a sigh, he answered:

"It's cool, KP. I understand." Masking his disappointment with a goofy grin, Ron patted her shoulder and continued "I'll see you later, okay? And don't you forget your lunch, KP!"

She smiled and hugged him for a moment. All of his fears were washed away momentarily from the simple act. Pulling away, Kim smiled genuinely and said "I'm ferociously sorry, Ron. I promise when I can, I will make it up to you."

"'Tis okay, KP." With a wave, Kim grabbed her bag and walked to the opposite direction. When he was sure he head upstairs, he took off his smiling mask and let out a small sigh of defeat. He knows how the ambitious redhead works, and right now, there's nothing that can stop her from a chance to excel. But, he did saw the genuine feelings from her, so there's still hope for him that they are still friends. And with that, he entered the cafeteria with Rufus on top of his shoulder.

"Sigh. Rufus, I guess it's just you and me again."

Amelia walked along the hallways of Middleton High with a scrunched up face. Why, you may ask? The reason for her sour mood lies with the boy who is still following her. It is no secret that many guys in this school sought after her. Not only is she extremely beautiful, but she also showed her intellectual prowess. Although nowhere near the likes of Justine Flanner or Kim Possible, but she can hold on her own during exams and discussions. Add the fact that she's also one of the writers for the newspaper, she's essentially the prime example of an ideal girl.

Yet, her pretty face is covered with disgust when Matthew Evans, the current top jock of this school, is still showing off to her, making her accept his invitation to be his date for the Prom. He would actually appreciate his determination, if only he didn't have the attitude as dirty as a pig's sty.

"What's the matter, babe? Why don't you just accept my offer? Don't you want to be with someone like me?" Irritation is starting to show from his words. The girls around them were swooning to him, and he liked the attention, but the girl he is flexing for is not giving him even a single glance. This never happened to him, even the Queen Bee Bonnie gave a compliment to him! The absurdity of this situation is starting to make his blood boil.

"What part of 'No' you don't understand? You can easily find someone else. Go bother them instead of me." Amelia also showed her irritation on her words. The newspaper group, who was tracking them down ever since Matthew showed up in front of their doors, started to sweat from the escalating tension forming between the two. The brunette held her own glare, while the boy stared at her stonily. It went on for a few moments before Matthew let out a low grunt.

"I see," Matthew exhaled, hiding the predatory smile from her "I'll let you go for now, but do remember what you're missing out on. I do kinda rule this school, you know."

"Of course you are," Amelia drawled sarcastically. Flashing a smile, the basketball star went on to another direction. When he's beyond earshot, the newspaper group suddenly rushed towards her. Like what happened earlier, the girls are still at disbelief that the brunette would still deny the boy. And as much as the boys tried to, they can't contain the rapt attention and curiosity the girls were radiating. Amelia was instantly overwhelmed with questions from them.

"What are you thinking girl?!"

"How can you deny Matthew TWICE?"

"Are you going to play 'hard to get' to him?"

"What are you talking about? Didn't you hear what I told you earlier? I don't want him to be my date for Prom. I have someone else in mind." Amelia protested, hoping to calm them down. But, the opposite happened. Instead, the curiosity was roused even further. Sally bluntly asked "But who is this mysterious guy that got your attention. You said no to Matthew so I'm sure he should be one hell of a guy. Is he handsome? Is it someone in this school?"

"W-Well..." Amelia stammered, not ready to tell anyone about her emotions regarding one cute freckled teen. She just can't! Trying to steer the conversation away from her prospective date, she coughed "Look, I will tell you when everything's alright. He's... a little shy so don't ask for him. Let's get lunch, shall we? I know the guys are hungry, so let's go!"

Not letting any question get through, the brunette ushered the girls, with the help of the truly hungry guys, towards the cafeteria door. Although she hated the Food Chain, she concede that it has its uses, like controlling gossip and rumors. Amelia and the rest of the newspaper team fall in line to get something to eat. After that, they settled on a table almost near the center. As students who bear news for everyone, it is imperative to know the latest scoops across all cliques and social standings, from the social elites to the nerds, from the jocks to the rebels. Any kind of news should be treated equally. And as such, they are positioned to hear news from everyone.

While the group chatted with themselves, Amelia just looks at them with a small smile on her face. They were truly a precious bunch. Although she's a bit miffed from their curiosity of her love life, she wouldn't trade what she have for the world. They're nice friends who genuinely care for each other, and she's happy that she's part of that. "Now the only part missing is..." Her mind trailed when she looked over the dining table at one far end. But, instead of the usual four to five people sitting, one blonde boy was alone, munching without the usual energy or goof he usually shows.

She knew how he feels. She knows that with Prom approaching fast, Kim Possible is having the hellish time with her activities. But the sight of the blonde boy who helped her to be who she is just sitting there broke her heart. She haven't seen him ever since the Animology fad, but now she feels guilty because when he's now needing someone, she's not there. "This might be my chance! I think I can sort my feelings out if I go hang out with him, but how..." Her mental planning was stopped when she heard a snap.

"Hey, princess, are you okay?" One of the guys asked her, concerned for her well-being.

"It's fine. Just thinking." Amelia smiled.

"Who, is it that mystery guy? Just who the hell is he?" The girl asked after swallowing a good bite from her pizza. Amelia just shook her head and said nothing. She is definitely going to do something for him. It is the least she can do. After all, he is the one who saved her and helped her to be who she is today. And she will succeed in her plan or her name is not Amelia Rodriguez.

"Gosh, what's taking him so long?" Kim tapped her foot impatiently as she waited. The centerpiece article for the yearbook is still unfinished since the man in question has repeatedly took down the request from her assistants. And with the deadline looming over her, Kim took over and decided to meet him personally. And right now, the redhead is not in the brightest of moods. She had to hold off to her best friend just to meet this jerk who doesn't want to cooperate. The thought of Ron made her heart break. She knew she's been a lousy friend to him, but she can't help it with the work left to do.

"I'll show the guy for delaying my work." The redhead growled mentally. And then, the door opened. Kim instantly hid his irritation with an amicable smile and shook the hand of the man in front of her. After taking a seat, Kim brought out a sound recorder, a notebook and pen and said "Shall we start?"

"Of course, now that I am face to face with the Kim Possible." A charming smile would have effected Kim if it weren't for her ire for his tardiness.

"So, Matthew, let's start with the road towards the Regionals," Kim started to the interview with a straight face and noted every answer he said. She was so focused on writing that she haven't noticed the unique gleam from his eyes as he stares at the teen hero.

"Well, aren't you a charming one."

A/N's: So... Yeah, here's the start. Did you guys enjoy it? Leave a review and don't forget to put this in your alerts if you wish to read more. Thank you for reading. Tune in for more updates!

'Til next time!
-kmtdiccion :)