Disclaimer: I own nothing of Kim Possible all belongs to Disney. This story is just for my enjoyment of writing.

~ Bitterly Intertwined ~

Small beams of light scratched the surface of Kim's face causing the sleeping teen to wince a bit in her sound state of slumber. She could feel the light burning through her closed eyelids, it was unwelcomed and settled. Kim tried to ignore the courtesy wake up call, but was hopelessly playing a game she couldn't win and finally woke up rubbing her sore eyes, still very tired. With little choice, the girl sat up stretching her muscles and pulling aside strands of her misguided hair- Her total outward appearance bearable at the most.

Finished waking up Kim suppressed a yawn as she searched the contents beneath her pillow, pulling aside Ron's journal from within. Upon gazing on said diary a brief mixture of emotions passed through her, happiness, sadness, and finally envy. And with her usual one side track mind due to the morning daze whatever last emotion passed was the very likely choice that Kim would remain, until at least her better judgment would awake. That wasn't a good choice for either her or the bridge of trust her and Ron had created over the years. However Kim wasn't thinking of trust she felt betrayed, but didn't know why.

'What are you waiting for, open it.' Her inner voiced returned, causing her to grip Ron's diary tighter almost bending the cover.

Kim shook her head conflicted in a battle between herself. A battle she wasn't so sure she knew how to fight let alone win, "I want to," she pushed away the book still grasping it, "But I can't. It's majorly wrong!"

'Please…right and wrong what's does it matter to you?' Her body shook without rest, 'you already took the book might as well finish reading it?' Her mind added haunting every corner in her head.

She bit her and shook her head in protest, "Mmm-mmm!"

Kim swore she heard an 'Hmph' sound go off in her head, 'Fine then let go of the book,' the inner voice challenged.

"I will!" Proclaimed Kim, placing the book down on the bed Kim let go of the book- well almost, her fingers refused to let go. Why couldn't she just let go! It wasn't that hard to do. Really it wasn't.

'Can't do can you?' The voiced asked in a smug superior tone that snapped the auburn girl from her second inner thoughts, 'Believe me I totally understand– '

"No you don't!" Cutting in she yelled to herself in her big empty room. No one was around, yet she still yelled, "You can't possibly understand what I'm going through." Whisper the teen girl before she prepared to chuck the book clear across the room.

'Really?' The voice questioned as soon as Kim was about to throw the book, 'Let me guess then, you feel like you betrayed your best friend, that you've are no better than the slime of villains you fight on a regular basis, and that you could never repair the damage you've done to your relationship with Ron?'

Stopped- Kim stopped right above the second she was going to throw the book that was still within her fingers, barely. Her eyes widen with shock and her body trembled slightly, "How did you–"

'Sigh,' did she just sigh in her own head, 'Did you forget that I'm a part of you, a voice, in your head?'

The voice in her head was right, it was a part of her, part of Kim, "If you really are a voice in my head then why are you trying to convince me to read Ron's diary?" She questioned thinking she was going crazy.

'Come on Kimmie everybody has a bad side even you.' The teen girl's body stiffened at the mention of 'Bad', 'Besides aren't you curious to find out if Ron wrote about you like he did for Tara, I know I am…' Her voice trailed off. Kim waited for it to come back, but it never did; besides her voice did have a point.

She still did feel a bit envious from the previous night before. Going against her better judgment she flipped opened the pages skimming through to the last data log she read the night before– Tara King. Kim stared at the words etched there almost burning a hole through the paper, but she swallowed and turned the page forgetting about the already promise she made of returning the book back to its rightful place.

'By the way…you're not going crazy…' How did it know– wait that's right it's all in her head.

Alone again she scanned the title of the next page confused on what she was doing.

Log Date 15 – Extra Homework!

I swear Mr. B has it out to get me! I know I know I wrote that before, but it's true! I'm not lying all I did was accidentally sneeze in class. Wait a minute is it possible to accidentally sneezed, isn't a sneeze just a sneeze? I look at Rufus asking him, Rufus shrugs at me…anyways back to what I was writing. After I 'Accidentally' sneezed in class he gave me extra homework- for sneezing! That was so not bueno. I know he has it out to get me I can just sense the bad road in him.

Hmm what else should I write about?

Sigh, Rufus decided to just now bring up the homework Mr. Barkin gave me. Well it's better than having my pants fall again. I looked at the paper for a minute…two minutes…3 minutes…an hour. You know what forget it! How am I supposed to write a paper on the differences of mammals and amphibians? What am I a fish in water, no darn it I'm a walking talking human…slash mystical monkey power person…thing.

You know what time for Zombie Mayhem…

Hmm I came back to find I left my journal open and 'sigh' forgot to do my extra homework. Arg, Mr. Barkin is going to assign me more if I don't finish this soon, alright no distractions not even for me. Time to buckle down and…Never mind a mission came up something to do with DNAmy stealing some rare cuddle buddy or whatever.

I'm out…

Log Date 15 – End.

A weak smile appeared on the auburn teen's face as she read over her best friend's paranoid feeling of his teacher out to get him. Ron's writing made her feel good- good enough to forget about the guilty feeling she had felt earlier deep in her stomach. Also his obsession with Mr. Barkin's plan out to get him always made Kim roll her eyes in either annoyance or giggles had helped too.

Feeling better she began to turn to the next page when–

"Kimmie," that voice sounded familiar, "Kimberly," she sighs, that's right it was her mother. Stopping her next page turn Kim quickly drops the book beside her bed out sight of the trap door entrance. Swiftly she jumps out of the bed expecting her mother to pop in any moment while all the moment giving off a forced smile.

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Any moment now–

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Times a ticking–

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Any day now–

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"Kimmie are coming down for breakfast!" Ann called out from downstairs. So her mother wasn't coming up, but Kim actually found that really odd, usually she was already seated whenever breakfast was served. Turning to look at her alarm clock, it couldn't be that late could it?

"What?!" She screeched running over to check her alarm clock. Grabbing the little ornament, her eyes couldn't believe how long she had slept in that morning- 10:00Am, "What how did this happen? I don't usually sleep any later than 8?" Before she could even think about how she overslept, her stomach cried in protest. Looking down at the folds of the red jersey she patted Ron's shirt starving. Did it really matter if she slept in it was summer after all and besides–

"Young lady I'm not going to ask again!" Yelled Ann sounding majorly tweaked at her daughter. Uh-Oh, not wanting to feel the wrath of her mother Kim swiftly ran downstairs grabbing a small pair of shorts on her way down to go with Ron's shirt.

Running upside the kitchen the auburn girl seated herself ready to enjoy the workings of her mother's cooking. Only one problem, the entire family was staring at her oddly especially her father, James, whose newspaper fell limp in his hands. Sensing she became the center of attention Kim got a confused face.

Kim tensed up in her chair, "What?" She asked feeling small and not liking all the sudden attention from her family.

James looked at his wife and back to his daughter with an eyebrow raised. Kimberly's hair was ruffled up no big surprise, she had overslept a little suspicious, and she wore Ronald's red jersey downstairs at the breakfast table, in the morning. Many by many alarms went off in the rocket scientist's head, while the twins easily fell back into eating their Rocket O's cereal.

Putting down his paper James cupped his hands sternly with Ann right behind placing a hand on his shoulder looking concerned, "You're awake rather late this morning Kimmie-cub?" He told her surprised.

The auburn girl paused, "Yea sorry dad, I guess I just slept in this morning," she replied sheepishly rubbing her already ruffled up mane.

Accepting her answer, for now, the family resumed their breakfast ritual serving the unkempt redhead a plate of freshly cooked eggs, with 3 slabs of sizzling bacon, 2 soft served pancakes, and a glass of pulp free orange juice to wash it all down. The family ate quietly in silence with Ann and James constantly sneaking stares at their oddly dressed daughter and how quickly she washed down her meal- hungry.

"So Kimmie-cub how's Ronald?" James suddenly asked cupping his hands more patiently with Kim about to take a heedful of her buttery pancake. He figured he needed to take baby steps in order to talk about Ronald with her daughter than any other boy.

Stopping her fork midway she shrugged her shoulders guessing, "Well he's at the Grand Canyon," she blinked, "or at least he should be by now." Kim wondered taking a quick bite before her dad could ask again.

Ok no progress had been made yet, "No sweetie I know that, I mean how is he normally?" Asked James a bit more directed but in a usual tone hiding all suspicious thought from his daughter. Ann watched closely as her husband nicely interrogated Kimmie.

Kim's eyes were too busy focusing on her plate of food to notice the stern look in her father's eyes, after all her stomach still grumbled louder than her father's words, "He's ok," she sweetly answered, then an earlier thought popped into her head about the last Log Date she had read in Ron's journal, the funny one. A pleasant small smile crept on her face, that didn't go unnoticed by her parents, "Actually he's better than ok he's great," she rephrased happier.

"Really," Ann asked crossing her hands concerned and pleased.

Chewing a handful of food the ruffled redhead shook her head, "Mmm-hmmm."

Unknowing what to do now, James fell back a bit more semi-relaxed in his chair ok with his daughter's answer- for now. "Well that's 'great' Kimmie-cub, be sure to let Ronald know I said hi the next time you see him." The auburn girl blinked for a sec, her dad's request sounded a little more of a demand, and she felt like he added a touch of venom in Ron's name, but she wasn't sure with the way he smiled at her.

"Ok dad," Kim answered slowly finishing her breakfast, and heading upstairs in a hurry, she stopped midway popping her head out the corner, "I'll be up in my room if anyone needs me!" The teen girl informs leaving before anyone could answer in protest.

Her parents watched her leave the living room in a hurry unsure what to think.

James turned to Ann panicking, "Honey you don't think that Ronald and Kimmie–

"I'm not sure honey," she interrupted with the same face, "Maybe or maybe not?"

"Did you see that she was wearing Ronald's shirt and the way her face lit up when we asked about him?" Again he panicked which wasn't a good way to coup with the sitch, especially for a Possible, "Maybe those two have been sneaking around behind–

Ann quickly grabbed James other shoulder stopping her husband's conclusion jumping, "Now don't start jumping off to conclusions honey," she looked at the staircase leading to Kim's room, "If you start doing that you'll only push Kimmie away," sighing the older auburn sat down beside her husband, "If something is really going on they'll tell us, eventually." Even Ann sounded unsure with her answer, but couldn't let James notice that. Unsure how to react the rocket scientist sighed running his hands through his hair nodding in agreement with his wife- for now.

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Almost skipping up the steps to her room, Kim cheerfully walked over to the other side of her bed ready to pick up Ron's journal that she dropped. Thanks to her parent's random questions she felt better and forgot that she even had a guilty conscience to worry about. Content she picked the diary ready to read on. Yup everything was perfect for the teen hero, no worries, a clean conscience, and no–

Kim's happy thoughts completely stopped and so to her bright exterior. Suddenly she grasped the book firmer in her hands and her body tensed up in a non spankin way. Her dazzling emerald eyes turned dark with envy as she read over the words of the random Log Data page that fell open earlier.

Log Date 21 – Monique

Author Notes: Uh-oh!

Is it strange that I like talking to myself? 'No of course not.' Really cool thanks!