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Kim, Ron, and all other characters within are owned by the Walt Disney Corporation.
Confessions of a Little Black Dress
Part II: Fruit Punch and Cigars
by Ultimate Naco Topping
Brick Flag's end of school year bonanzas had become legendary among the high school students of the Tri-city area. Not just for their size and social roster, but for the fact that this was now the seventh time the Middleton High quarterback had hosted one. Thankfully, for the neighbors at least, this was going to be the last – Brick Flag had finally graduated (well, assuming he completed one last remedial summer session). Of course, since this was to be the last party, it had to be the best. The social elites from Upperton, Lowerton, and Middleton were all going to be there. There was a DJ, dance floor, game room with the latest video game consoles projected onto a wall, and drinks that probably weren't age appropriate.
Cars lined both sides of the street and extended around the corners to the adjacent blocks. The normally quiet Middleton neighborhood was flooded with the low base rolls of an over cranked stereo system. A large group, mainly consisting of guys, milled about on the front yard. Most took notice of the scooter as it jumped the curb and parked on the grass. Correction: most took notice of the pair of legs that had just arrived on the scooter and were now getting off. Then they noticed the scooter. Finally, they took note of the luckiest s.o.b. on the planet putting away the helmets.
The crowd parted as Kim hooked arms with Ron and the pair strolled towards the front door. Half stared in disbelief at the blonde and the redhead. The other half just stared. Climbing the front steps, Ron felt a tightening in his chest as the two burly football players guarding the door (and charged with maintaining a proper girl to guy ratio) turned their attention towards the two teen heroes. Kim squeezed tighter against Ron's arm ready to fight any objection to Ron's entry, but that proved unnecessary. The two hulking linemen opened a gap and allowed the couple to pass. They were in!
This is it? The duo thought stopping just a few steps inside the front door. Party parties had always been described to them as the most wild and crazy fun a teenager could have. To the two globetrotting teens, the scene was less than impressive. It looked like nothing more than the marketplace in Cairo they had chased Monkey Fist through weeks before: hot, crowded, and oppressively loud. Sure, some people appeared to be laughing, but it was unlikely that any of them could actually hear the joke that was told. Only seconds after arriving, anyone would be covered in a thick layer of sweat rendering deodorant meaningless.
"Thought there'd be more people than this," Ron quipped clueless as to what they should do next. Spotting what appeared to be where everyone was getting their drinks, Kim pulled her boyfriend into the crowd.
"Come on. Let's get something to drink."
As soon as Kim and Ron had finished noticing the party, the party finally noticed them. Quickly, two sensational observations were made. The first: Kim Possible was at a party party. With Kim's straight and narrow reputation, her presence alone was shocking without even mentioning the dress she was wearing. The second observation was Ron Stoppable at a party party. Whoever was covering the door obviously wasn't doing their job. As the two continued through the crowd, the boys who were there with their girlfriends realized too late they were ogling. The unattached males continued to watch jaws agape.
After getting most of the way to the drink table, Kim realized that the selection was limited to things of an alcoholic nature. Definitely not going that direction tonight, Kim thought as she came to a stop. She began to scan the room for a plan B. Plan B found her.
"Girl! Get over here and let me look at my work!" Monique screamed as she shoved her way in front of Kim and Ron. Kim blushed at the extra attention Monique had brought with her. The raven haired beauty also brought with her two drinks which she promptly handed to the couple.
"Don't worry," she said getting a good look at her model. "They're not alcoholic. Didn't think you two would go for the hard stuff."
"Thanks, Monique," Kim said as politely as she could over the noise.
"Well, don't just stand there! I've got to show you off to the girls!" Monique insisted giving a tug on Kim's arm. The redhead turned to Ron to see if he was coming with her only to find his feet firmly planted. He knew that a large group of girls would invariably start talking about their fledgling relationship. The prospect of fielding their probing questions was one he wanted to avoid.
"I'm just going to stay here and scope out the dance vibes," the blonde hollered as his best friend was hauled off into the crowd. No sooner had she disappeared into the surging mass than was a massive arm around his shoulder.
"Stoppable, glad you could make it," Brick Flag said swinging him around and leaving him no choice but to head with the former star quarterback to the back door. "Care to join me out back?"
Ron got a very uneasy feeling as he was pushed along. He couldn't quite put a finger on why. After all, Brick was actually a really nice guy who never abused his status at the top of the food chain, but… He was dating Bonnie Rockwaller (again!). Brick wouldn't do something mean-spirited knowingly, but it was not beyond the realm of possibility that Bonnie was using him in some scheme to humiliate the sidekick. Before Ron could dwell any further on the matter, he suddenly found himself outside with somebody's fist right in front of his face.
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Tara and Hope slid over to give the captain of the cheer squad room to sit in the most coveted spot of any party: the sofa area. With a few notable exceptions, the soon to be senior girls that would make up the female elite of Middleton High were all gathered around. Each hid their rampaging jealousy behind cheery smiles at Kim's striking appearance.
"You have so got to tell me where you got that dress," Tara exclaimed.
"Talk to me, girl," Monique interjected before Kim could answer. "Designs by Monique is officially open for business!"
From there it descended into normal girl talk. Compliments about each others hair and accessories; who had been seen coming to the party with who; who had been seen leaving the party with who; who was already drunk; which cute boys were currently available; and all other forms of gossip. Kim, who wasn't as well connected to the grapevine as everyone expected her to be, found herself on the sidelines of the conversation and began to space out. That is until someone tapped her knee.
"Earth to Kim," Hope said leaning in front of the redhead. "You have to tell us. How is he?"
Kim shook her head a bit trying to get a handle on the question.
"How is who?" she asked back realizing a second to late that she must have been talking about Ron.
"The vice-president," Hope deadpanned. "Who do you think I'm talking about? How – is- Ron?"
"Oh, Ron," Kim stammered. "He's doing great. Why do you ask?"
Hope and some of the other girls just shook their heads.
"Kim," Marcella said with a chuckle. "We don't want to know how Ron is doing. We want to know how Ron is… You know…"
It took the raised eyebrow and sly smile on Marcella's face for Kim to finally understand what they were asking. They weren't really wanting to know about…
In her seventeen years of existence, it and most of the concepts pertaining to it had never actually crossed her mind. Kim was still a basic average girl in her understanding of boys and the in's and out's of dating. But that's were the similarities ended. Kim never went past prudishly perfect dream date fantasies. To suddenly have Ron and it thrown together as a single idea caused a very volatile mix of emotions and hormones to suddenly wage war on each other in Kim's mind.
"Well?" Monique said crossing her arms enjoying seeing Kim squirm for once. Kim shot her an icy stare of betrayal towards her number one girlfriend. Monique was fully aware of what had and had not happened between hero and sidekick, but she was obviously enjoying punching a couple of Kim's buttons. Kim began to pull herself back in control. The redhead turned to address the six girls ravenously anticipating her answer. This ought to be interesting, she thought before beginning.
"Actually…"
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"Dude, Ron. It's okay."
Ron opened his eyes to find none other than Josh Mankey standing in front of him holding his fist out waiting for a rather standard male greeting.
"Oh, right… You kind of took me by surprise there," Ron said sheepishly as he uncoiled from his defensive posture. The blonde completed salutation before Brick escorted him to a chair.
"Let's get this man a stogie!" the jock declared. Ron surveyed his new surroundings as a fresh cigar was shoved into his hand. The who's who of Middleton High's men were all gathered on the Flag's back deck smoking cigars and having a few drinks. Though the party was just a few dozen feet away loud as ever, the scene in the backyard seemed sophisticated and mature. Well, as sophisticated and mature as eighteen year-olds smoking cigars could possibly be.
"Welcome to the club," Brick said taking a seat. The hulking soon-to-be high school grad lit his cigar and took a strong puff. Ron was thankful when he didn't offer to light his.
"You know, not just anyone can make it out here," Chase, the lacrosse team captain said as the rest of the guys gathered around the newcomer.
"It takes a special kind of guy," Brick added.
"It does?" asked Ron totally unsure where this was going.
"You have to be cut of a certain cloth," Josh continued.
"You do?" Ron asked again without the faintest clue what the artist meant.
"And I gotta tell you," Chase stated exhaling a large cloud of smoke. "We're impressed."
"You are?" Ron asked still adrift. He eyeballed his cigar thinking that maybe it had something to do with all this.
"You have succeeded where we have failed," Brick said slapping Ron on the shoulder. "That's why you're here."
Ron gave a false smile as he looked back at the guys.
"All good. All good. Um, let's pretend I don't know what you're talking about…"
The boys all had a good chuckle as the blonde kept a look of confusion all over his face.
"Isn't it obvious?" Brick finally answered. "We're talking about Kim."
"What about her?"
Again, the guys laughed, though not as hard as the first time.
"You're pretty funny Stoppable," Brick responded with another slug to Ron's shoulder. "You know why you're here. You're dating Kim Possible."
"Oh, right. Of course," Ron stated summoning some false bravado.
"We were beginning to think she was impossible, but you proved us wrong," Chase said with another smoky breath.
"She was suffering from a severe crush on me and all I got out of it was one really weird date," the school's resident artist added. "I can't begin to imagine what you're getting."
Ron's eyebrows shifted at the last statement. He still wasn't sure what this was all adding up to, but he was starting to dislike it.
"So, we gotta know," Brick said leaning back in. "How is it?"
"Um, how is what?" asked Ron in a more agitated tone than normal.
"I don't think he understands," said an anonymous guy in the group.
"His brain's fried. He must be getting some daily," added another as the boys laughed again. With a flurry of brain activity, Ron finally caught up to the conversation and then some. They wanted to know if…
The honest truth about Ron Stoppable was that he was a guy. More specifically, a seventeen year-old American male. Fill in the blanks. Kind-hearted goofy exterior aside, he had to deal with a male adolescent body just like all the other guys that were now sitting around him did. The same type of male adolescent body that could take any situation that could happen in life and figure out how it could be worked to obtain it. To his credit, Ron had more control over those raging hormones than so many others that lived by their edicts. That still didn't stop him from asking 'what if' every so often when a hottie would walk by or he had nothing to do during cheer practice. There was one exception though. Kim was off limits. Even in the previous few weeks when many would deem it okay, heck, healthy, for him to give it a thought or two, Ron steered clear. There was still just something unsettling about the idea. Now he was being faced with a dozen guys who were convinced that it was a daily occurrence for him and they wanted details.
"Don't tell me you're going to hold out on us," Chase prodded.
"Well, uh, I…," Ron stuttered as his breathing rapidly increased. His eyes darted around as his hand touched his face.
"Don't ever play poker, Stoppable," Josh said almost reassuringly. "Part of being in the club is sharing certain details about…, yourself. And, of course, you get to hear a lot of details too. So…"
Ron managed to get a grip on himself albeit a shaky one. He'd actually thought about lying to get out of this situation, but the trouble was, he wasn't sure what to lie about. The truth was stranger than fiction anyway.
"Actually…"
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"What do you mean…"
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"…you two haven't…"
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"…done anything yet?!"
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"Well, we just haven't really thought about it;" Although separated by several walls and a couple hundred partiers, both Kim and Ron had the odd feeling of owing the other a soda.
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Kim couldn't help but feel like she was being judged somehow. Her answer went against what was already widely conceived as fact. What was even more shocking to the girls was that they knew Kim was telling the truth. So many girls who were currently living vicariously through Kim were going to have to shift a paradigm or two.
"So, not even a little?" Tara inquired.
"No. I mean, not yet. I think…," Kim stammered. This was turning into a press conference only a hundred times more dangerous.
"Don't kid yourself, K.," said a voice that could freeze Kim's fruit punch if it was anymore frigid. Every girl in the conversation clinched her jaw. Kim's faced instantly soured as she turned to face her greatest rival and chief tormenter (that didn't have green glowing hands) standing before her. "Nobody gives a rebound the game ball."
"What are you talking about, Bonnie?" Kim gritted through her teeth nostrils flaring.
"Oh, Kim, don't be so naïve," Bonnie said as she continued dripping every word in venom.
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Ron's scowl did not waiver even as the laughter subsided.
"You can't be serious," Brick said in astonishment.
"Note: serious face," Ron replied arms still crossed. An uncomfortable moment hovered in the air before Josh tried to ease it.
"Okay, so you two haven't done anything yet. We can respect that," the artist said giving Ron the opportunity to relax just a bit.
"Well, the key word is yet," said another unnamed source.
"Huh?"
"Think about it: Kim in that dress," Brick started again. As he spoke, somebody deep within the recesses of Ron's being armed a rocket dubbed the 'Rage Mark IV' and began a countdown. "She's definitely looking to have a good time tonight…," 5…, 4…, "And if you're not man enough to step up…," 3…, 2…, "I'm sure she can find someo-" 1…, Ignition! Blast off!
In a move that most of the guys thought was only possible as a special effect in a movie, Ron not only sprung from his chair, but tossed the heavy patio table they were sitting around out of the way like a Frisbee. The boys of 'the club' were now confronted by a face that very rarely came into existence. This was the face Drakken trembled before on the roof of Bueno Nacho headquarters. This was the face that Fukishima saw as he literally had his own rear handed back to him. This was the face Monkey Fist saw before a leaping roundhouse kick smashed his jaw and his jade monkey idols. This was a face that wasn't to be messed with – ever.
"If I ever hear so much as a rumor that one of you talked about Kim that way again, you'll wish you'd had gone ten rounds with Pain King instead," Ron bellowed with all the authority of someone who could back up every word. Ron wasted no time exiting the scene kicking a chair on his way back to the house.
Once inside, he let out a frustrated growl and eased himself into a more manageable condition. The blonde just didn't have the capability to sustain anger even after what he had just heard about his best friend. They were mostly just dumb jocks anyway. Ron's only goal now was to find Kim and get out of there. It was still early enough for them to catch a movie or go to dinner so the night wouldn't be a complete bust.
As Ron rounded a corner into the entry hall, he just avoided running into a red and black ball of fury storming his direction. Kim was just as surprised to see him as he was her despite it being obvious they were looking for each other. Though the music continued to blast from the speakers, the house was noticeably quieter. Only hushed whispers were passed between the guests all of whom were fixated on Kim. Ron glanced over Kim's shoulder to a group of girls standing in complete shock. At the center, Bonnie was dripping head to toe in fruit punch. It was a rare moment that the brunette was stunned speechless.
"Are you ready, Ron?" Kim asked forcefully.
"Willing and able," the sidekick replied relieved that he didn't have to beg her to leave the party. Immediately, Kim grabbed his hand and began to lead him off. It wasn't until Ron's foot collided with the bottom step of the staircase that he noticed they were headed the opposite direction from the front door. By the time he got his bearings together enough to inform Kim of this fact, his higher motor functions were disabled by the reverse view of an all powerful display of femininity dragging him up the stairs…
To be concluded…