Hey, ok here it is, Chapter 1. Enjoy!
Bzzt. Kim's cell phone vibrated from her bed. She sighed. It hadn't been three days since she told Ron that she was returning to Middleton for a week after her mid-term exams and Ron had already called her over thirty times. Granted, she was excited to finally see him again, but she had exams to study for and the time zone difference wasn't making anything easier.
Kim stood up and walked the five feet from her desk to her bed, where she picked up her phone and answered it, "Ron, you've really gotta stop calling me at eleven o'clock at night. What's up?"
"Eleven? But it's only—Oh riiight. Time zone thing. Yeah, sorry KP." Ron's voice buzzed over the transceiver. "Anyway, I was just calling to double check your flight time and stuff."
"I'm supposed to get in at two."
"Ok, cool. Are you alright? Doin' good?"
"Uh, yeah Ron, I'm doing fine. But I've got a big exam coming up tomorrow morning and I really need to study, ok? I'm sorry, but I'll see you on Monday," Kim sat down in her chair. Ron was cute when he had a concerned tone in his voice, but Kim really had to keep focused. Advanced European history wasn't going to pass itself.
"Oh, ok. Well, that's cool. I'll see you Monday then. I love you," Ron felt slightly saddened by his girlfriend's disinterest in talking, but he knew he had to let her go.
"I love you, too. And don't be late next week, ok?"
"Psh, duh. Ron Stoppable is never late." Ron paused. "When it matters!" At that, Kim stifled a giggle.
"Good night, Ron."
"Nite, KP." Ron hung up the phone and sat back on his couch. It had been three months since Kim had left for Paris, and finally she was coming home. He had the entire week planned out. He wanted to spend every waking moment with her, and he wanted it all to be perfect. After all, she deserved perfect. Ron got up and went to the kitchen where he found Rufus munching away at a nacho platter from Ron's lunch.
"Hey, Rufus buddy," Ron sat down at the table and Rufus looked up, "Kim's coming home next week, so we gotta get ready." Rufus smiled and shook his head up and down, ready to help. "So no more Bueno Nacho till after Kim comes back." Rufus' smile deflated. "What? Don't give me that look. I gotta save up everything I can. I don't get a paycheck until next week and I'm not pulling that coupon book out again. It's home-cooked meals for us for the rest of the week." Rufus smiled again. Ron's cooking skills hadn't been forgotten around the Stoppable residence. In fact, as his parents were working constantly, Ron had become a kind of jack of all trades around the house: taking care of Hana, cooking, and to some extent cleaning. His college schedule had allowed him to take a large chunk of the afternoons off, giving him ample time to help out around the house. While he felt good helping his
family, he couldn't help but feel like something was missing. He really missed all the missions he and Kim went on together. For that matter, he really just missed Kim.
The week went by slowly for Ron. He attended to his usual schedule, keeping up with his monotonous school work and job. When Sunday rolled around, however, Ron found himself unable to sleep. Instead, Ron and Rufus left his house, took his scooter and rode to his old high school. Together they sat in the bleachers of the football field.
Ron remembered so many nights when he and Kim would cheer at the football games, Kim, the star of the cheer squad, and Ron, the school's foaming-at-the-mouth mascot. He thought back to last year when he actually made it on the team. He had stolen Kim's battle suit and went out for quarterback so that he could impress her. While, in the end, he was found out and had to relinquish his title and the power suit, Ron still made it as the star running back. To Ron, while he was playing on this field, he felt like Kim wasn't cheering for the team. He felt like Kim was simply cheering for him. He wanted her to and perhaps she was, he didn't know for sure. He was too focused on not getting crushed by a squad of 200 pound men.
Ron sat there, staring out into the darkness, for what seemed like hours when his phone rang.
"Hello?" Ron spoke into the receiver.
"Hey, it's me." Kim's voice rang through crisp and clear. Ron's heart started to flutter.
"Hey, what's up Kim?"
"Nothing really, I just got to the airport and now I've got like three hours to wait before the plane leaves. I kinda wish I could've talked to Wade about a lift, but whatever. What's up?"
"Nothing," Ron's voice slightly trailed off.
" Ron?"
"Ok, ok. I'm just reminiscing about high school. You know, the good ol' days. Heh, never thought I'd actually miss this place." Ron looked behind him to the school building. Its dark walls resonated with a plethora of memories, both good and bad.
"Wow, yeah that's a change. So, what are we doing tomorrow?"
"Oh, you just leave that to me. I've got everything figured out."
"Ron, you're not going to use that coupon book again are you?" Kim's voice became incredulous.
"What? What is it with everyone and that stupid book? Kim, there's no way I'm going to bring that thing anywhere near you. And anyway, all the good coupons are gone." Kim giggled from the other end. "What?"
"Oh, nothing. " Kim stopped laughing. "It was a joke, Ron. Seriously though, no coupons."
"Listen, don't you worry Kimbo. I've got everything under control. And before you ask, no matter how much it hurts me to say this, we aren't going to Bueno Nacho." Ron stood up and began walking back to his scooter.
"We better not, loverboy," Ron blushed when she said this, "I expect only top quality from Ron Stoppable."
"Anything for you, Kim."
"Aw, Ron. Hey I've gotta go. Security checkpoint. I'll see you in a few hours. Love you."
"Love you too, KP." Ron hung up the phone. His body felt like it was going to float away and slam into the ground at the same time. Kim was coming home. That was a good thing. Being in the school's football field at 2:30 in the morning wasn't. Ron sat on his scooter and began the drive home, finally ready to sleep when he got there.
Kim sat in her seat and buckled the seatbelt. She leaned her head against the plane's window and closed her eyes. Not long now. In eight hours she'd be back in Middleton, just like the "good ol' days" as Ron called them. She couldn't wait. Her family, Wade, Ron: she couldn't wait to see them. She missed her life in Middleton. But college had almost made up for it. After all, it's not every day someone gets to study international diplomacy in Paris. Still, it wasn't the same as high school. As Kim began to drift off, images of the home she left floated into her head. This week was going to be awesome.
How'd you like it? Let me know. Chapter 2: Homecoming will be up soon.
