Well, I finally was able to work on this and get it done! I apologize for the long wait, and I hope you like this. I took a slightly different route with this chapter, and I hope it works.
Let me thank everyone who reviewed the last chapter: CajunBear73, BlueLion, cpneb, theotherdave, karenstern05, Mr. Wizard, eckles, Akinyi, Shegofan, Etherelemental, RonHeartBreaker, Drakonis Aurous, qtpie235, Brother Bludgeon, (deep breath) Samurai Crunchbird, Bubbahotek, Solarstone, bigherb81, Ace Ian Combat, Aero Tendo, Iffert's Flame, kim's 1 fan, mkusenagi2, and Rei Hino Scout Of Fire.
Disclaimer: I have not, and most likely will not, ever own the characters involved in the following little tale.
Chapter 3
Kim answered with a tired voice. "Hello?"
"Good Kim… You're awake." Ron said quickly.
Kim responded with a groan. "I wasn't before…"
"Kim…? Please tell me when we go to college that we won't break up." The groggy redhead immediately knew what might be going on at… she looked at her clock… after 3:00 in the morning?
She breathed out. "Ron… We won't break up, I promise."
"You sure you won't be smitten by an Eric look-a-like, will you?" Again, he was speaking a little fast.
Kim pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at it with a scowl. "Did you have another dream Ron?"
"Maybe…"
Kim was starting to feel a bit irritated with her boyfriend. He had done this once before, calling her in the middle of the night, but she had thought it might be a one-time thing. Apparently not.
"Is Rufus beside you with a night cap on?" Ron looked off to his right and saw his Naked Mole Rat climbing back onto the pillow as he pulled his sleeping cap back onto his little head a bit tighter.
"Yeah…" He answered. "More or less."
"Then you were asleep. Which means you were dreaming. Now please Ron… Go back to sleep. We can talk about this in the morning. OK?"
The effects of the dream were finally starting to wear off of Ron, but he had one more question for his girlfriend. "Can I ask you another question first KP?"
She breathed out. "…OK."
"I know I've flipped out before, but I just wanted to make sure about something. Are we still good?"
The question took Kim a little by surprise. "Huh?"
"You know… Good. Chauncy. OK. Made in the shade…"
"Ron…" Kim tried to stop where this was obviously going.
"…In like Flynn. Gravy…"
"RON!"
"What?" He asked sounding innocent.
The phone call was really starting to get on Kim's last nerve. She had been woken up at after 3:00 in the morning, and her boyfriend was now having issues about their relationship. A thought flashed through her mind whether things between them would last, and she mentally shook her head at the thought.
Without thinking in her head before speaking, she spoke. "Do you want me to tell you that I've had questions about this relationship Ron?" She paused, and there was silence on the other end.
Kim continued. "Well… at times I have. OK? I've had a few doubts about this relationship Ron… very few… but I have. And now from what I hear you saying, it sounds like you've had these thoughts too. So just what are you saying, Ron?" Again, there was silence.
Kim could hear her boyfriend breathing on the other end, and she could just picture him lying in his bed with his mouth hanging open, but it had to be said. It was finally out in the open.
Again, Kim was the one to break the silence, but her voice was much softer now, almost caring. "I love you Ron… Very much. But sometimes you can just make me so… angry. Tomorrow morning, we need to talk. Good-Night."
…x x x x…
When Kim mentioned that she had had doubts about their relationship, Ron's jaw did indeed drop like a stone. He was sitting up in bed with pillows propped behind him, and his stomach felt like it was going to release the contents of what he last ate.
For the rest of the night he couldn't get a wink of sleep, unlike Rufus, who was happily snoring next to him. Ron wasn't sure what it was that was actually keeping him from falling asleep, but he was sure it was one of two things. Two things that Kim had said, actually. It was two simple phrases, with simple words. One had four words, the other had three. "I love you", and "We need to talk", were what she had said. Both were very powerful statements, but each one had different connotations. At this point in time, Ron Stoppable was one confused teenager.
…x x x x…
Kim had pretty much fallen back asleep just a few minutes after she had talked with Ron, but it was a fitful sleep. She woke with her covers pushed all the way down to the foot of the bed, and her pajamas were all twisted around her funny.
I hope I wasn't too hard on Ron last night. She thought while straightening out her sleepwear. I hope he doesn't think the worst of me right now. I just… She shook her head… I do love him sooo much, I just want him to realize how I feel. We will go to college together, and we will graduate together. I just don't know where that will be from.
Kim walked into her bathroom, and glanced at herself in the mirror. She almost jumped at the sight, since her hair was showing the results of tossing around in bed for the last few hours.
While in the shower, Kim had a thought. A wonderful, tremendous thought… An awesome idea, actually. She quickly finished, toweled off, and threw on a clean pair of pants and bra. She wrapped the towel around her head, plopped in front of the computer, and began to search for what she needed. It only took a few minutes to find what she was looking for.
After hitting 'print', Kim finished drying her hair, and ran a comb through it. She then snatched the paper from her printer, and began to memorize the words as she started to brush her teeth. After finishing with a throat clearing ugly sound and spit, she walked out of the bathroom and glanced at the time.
"A little after eight?" She said to herself. "Ron probably won't be here until about 9:00." With that, she headed down to the kitchen for her morning cup of coffee.
…x x x x…
Ron never really did fall asleep. His eyes did start to close, but then terrible images began to pop into his head concerning his future, Kim, and college. He SO did not want to go to a prestigious college just because his name was associated with Kim, but he couldn't picture going to any other college without her. Then the conversation with his dad came to the forefront of his mind.
"I would see it as a challenge to prove my self worth." He had said, and that had struck a chord with Ron. He had never really seen much as a challenge, running around with Kim saving the world. It was just what he… did. He was always there for her, and he would also be there for her, especially now in college. Wherever that may be.
Ron looked at the clock by his bed. "Eight o'clock?" He muttered. "I bet Kim is already up, dressed, and waiting for me."
Since there was no use to trying to fall asleep again, he decided to get up, and get ready to go over to Kim's. He just hoped that the conversation with her wasn't going to be too painful.
She said she loved me, but yet she still said that we needed to talk. Ron thought as he poured himself a glass of orange juice. The fact that she said she loved me makes me feel soo… I don't know, happy. But yet, she said that we needed to talk. That just doesn't sound good.
"Can you love a person, and still break up with them?" He said aloud to no one.
…x x x x…
After finishing his orange juice and a blueberry muffin, Ron headed over to Kim's house, and arrived at the front door at about 8:35. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he noticed a note taped to the door. "Ron… Parent's sleeping in. Come to the back door by the kitchen. Thanks, Kim".
"Sleeping in on a Saturday. Huh… what a concept." Ron said to himself with a bit of irony in his voice, took the note off the door, and headed around the back.
On his way, he walked by one of the large windows. Glancing in, he could see through the house, and into the kitchen. There he saw Kim sitting at the table. Her head was down, her bangs hanging loosely around her face. Her hands were folded around a cup of something very hot, as he could see the steam rising. Probably coffee. He thought with a small smile, and he never saw the piece of paper she was actually looking at.
After looking at the somber scene for a few seconds, Ron quickly continued around to the back door Kim wanted him to go to. He lightly rapped on the door, and Kim opened it right away.
"Hey Ron…" She said with a light smile.
"Morning, KP."
"Do you mind if we go somewhere else to talk?" She asked, and before Ron could respond, Kim took his hand and headed out the door.
They walked for a little bit, holding hands, and Ron noticed where they were going. "Kim… are we headed towards the tree house?"
"Yeah…" She breathed out.
Probably so no one could her you scream at me. Ron thought, and they walked the rest of the way in silence.
Ron let Kim go up the wooden steps fist, and then followed her. As soon as he stood after entering through the floor, Ron turned and saw Kim looking almost… vulnerable. She was wearing her light green hooded sweater, showing just a hint of cleavage, and blue pants. She stood with her hands clasped in front of her, and a look on her face that was filled with worry, and apprehension. She was biting her lower lip, and she hardly ever did that. The way Kim looked tore Ron up inside.
He so wanted to take her in his arms at that moment, but he was a little unsure of what to do. "Kim…?" Was all he could say.
"Ron… Please, sit down." He slowly sat himself onto the old beat up couch, never taking his eyes off of her. "I… think I need to make something perfectly clear to you. OK?"
"OK…" He was feeling a bit leery about what she was doing.
"When… when I got up this morning, I felt that I needed to tell you just how I feel about you Ron. I… may have said a few things last night, that I regret now."
"It's OK Kim…" Ron started to say as he also started to get up, but she just touched his shoulder so he would stay sitting.
"No… it's not." Kim shook her head slightly, causing her bangs to swing against her cheeks. "I should have never said those things, but it almost… it almost sounded like you… you were going to… break up with me." Her green eyes began to mist over.
"What? No Kim… No. I… I thought you… you were going to break up with me. This… this college thing is just, almost too much!" He shook his head sternly. "If this is what I'm putting you through with my own doubts, then it doesn't matter HOW I get into college. I… I just… I just want to be with you." At this time, Ron's brown eyes began to slightly tear in the corners.
"Me too Ron, me too." She sniffed, and then took a breath. "Can… I, I wanted to do something for you Ron, to show you just how I feel."
The surprise on Ron's face showed Kim just where his… male thoughts, had taken him. "Nooo… Don't even think it. I'm not ready for that… yet." The corner of her mouth curled up a bit, and Ron would have sworn that his heart skipped more than a couple beats.
"I've… never sang acapella before… but, here goes. Just don't listen to the words too close, and hear what I'm trying to say. OK?"
Ron was about to say that she had just used a 'School word', but then he figured it out when Kim started to sing, without any provocation, or music. It was beautiful.
…x x x
Guess mine is not the first heart broken.
My eyes are not the first to cry.
Kim's own eyes began to release the tears she had already been trying to hold back.
I'm not the first to know,
There's just no getting over you…
Kim's thoughts went to Tara, when she recalled the blond used to have a crush on Ron. She had never told him that the blond had never really got over it.
You know I'm just a fool, who's willing…
To sit around, and wait for you.
Kim walked over to Ron, and knelt in front of him, taking one of his hands at the same time.
But baby, can't you see,
There's nothing else for me to do?
I'm hopelessly devoted to you.
She stood, took a breath, and began singing louder.
But, now, there's nowhere to hide…
Since you pushed my love aside,
She placed her hands over her ears, and shook her head side to side.
I'm out of my head,
Removing her hands from her face, Kim then held them out to Ron as if she was reaching for him.
Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you
She brought her hands back into herself and Kim clenched her hands tightly to her breast.
Hopelessly devoted to you
Her voice echoed in the tiny tree house, and it sounded like a concert to Ron. His girlfriend, Kim Possible, was singing a love song to him. To him! She shook her head side to said again as she continued to sing, and Ron was mesmerized by her lips as they formed the words to the song. Tears were now flowing freely from her eyes.
My head is saying, "Fool, forget him."
My heart is saying, "Don't let go."
Hold on till the end.
And that's what I intend to do,
I'm hopelessly devoted to you…
By now Ron's cheeks were also getting wet.
But, now… there's nowhere to hide,
Since you pushed my love aside,
I'm out of my head…
Unknown to the two teenagers, people outside the tree house; in their yards, and walking down the street, had stopped to listen to the angelic voice that seemed to be coming form nowhere, yet everywhere. Kim began to crescendo…
Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you
She finished with her arms wide, and then hugged herself tightly, standing alone in the center of the old tree house.
Ron sat on the couch completely dumbfounded, his jaw a bit slack. Wiping his eyes dry, Ron stood. "Kim… that… that was… amazing. Do… do you really, feel that way?" He swallowed hard.
Shaking her head side to side and smiling, she mouthed the words "I love you", and gently bit her lower lip. Kim then opened her arms, and Ron eagerly went to her, enveloping Kim in a hug full of warmth and tenderness. He gently kissed her forehead, and Kim looked up into his deep brown eyes.
They leaned closer into each other, and their lips met with a kiss so full of passion and love, that it left all other kisses in the history of kisses… in the dust.
…x x x x…
A few months later…
"Ron… I know you can get this. C'mon. It's really not that hard. It's just a matter of drilling it into that thick skull of yours." Kim smiled as she said this, and gently tapped her boyfriend on the forehead. They had just covered these equations, so she knew that they were somewhere in there. "Now… How do you figure the area of a sphere?"
"Oh… I remember this… I do…Umm… 4 pie R cubed… no! Squared! 4 pie R squared! Yes, and a Boo-Yah!" Kim leaned over and gave him a kiss on the lips for getting the answer correct.
"See Ron, I knew you could do it. Now, one last question, and then I need to get back to my dorm, OK?"
"Aww… do you have to go Kim?" Ron tried his own version of the puppy dog pout, but to no avail.
"Since they lock the doors at 11:00… yeah. Now, tell me the density of water… in metric."
"Oh! I know this! It's… it's… Arrgghh…" Kim looked at him with concern on her face. "It's… 1000 Kilo grams per cubic meter. Hah! Oh, and that's at 4 degrees C." Ron was feeling quite proud of himself.
Kim looked at her boyfriend, and never said whether his answer was right or not. She was so proud of him. He was definitely proving himself to be a college student, and was making much headway.
"Well?" Ron said, breaking Kim out of her thoughts. "I was right, wasn't I?"
"Oh, yeah… I'm sorry Ron. Yes, you are correct." Kim stood up from her spot in Ron's desk chair, and he swung his legs over the side of the bed where he had been laying while Kim grilled him. "Now I need to get going."
"Ummm… Did you forget something Kim?" Ron said while raising an eyebrow.
"No, I don't think so. I've got my keys, my back pack, my…" She saw Ron standing there with an overly exaggerated sad face. She smiled while teasing her boyfriend. "Oh, alright."
Stepping up to Ron, Kim wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, drew him down to her height, and gave him a kiss that literally curled his toes. "Now I'll see you in Physics class promptly at 8:30 in the morning, right?"
Ron just muttered, still reeling from the kiss Kim had just given him. "Yeah… 8:30…"
As he watched Kim's hips swing with a bit more sashay through his door while she left, it reminded him of something. He may have entered college on Kim's coat tails, but he sure as heck was going to continue to prove that he belonged there.
The end.
I hope this doesn't seem too rushed, but I felt that it could be ended here. Hope y'all liked the fluff…
Lawyer: "Uh, Mr. White? I… think you forgot something…"
whitem: "What's that? Oh, sorry… The song "Hopelessly Devoted to You" was originally sung by Olivia Newton-John. How's that?"
Lawyer: "Eh… it works."
