-/-checks papers and documents and stuff-/- Nope, still don't own. Dang.

Chapter 3

This time, Monty actually did sigh in relief as he got into his room and immediately took the shoes off his aching feet. Rosalie laughed at the blissful look on her son's face.

"Montgomery!" Frederick shouted from the foyer. Rosalie stopped laughing, and Monty's expression changed to one of fear. Father sounded angry.

Monty looked at his mother, who smiled and nodded encouragingly, though a bit shakily. The teenager gulped and slowly made his way out of his room and down the stairs. He stopped a few feet in front of the older blue eyed male, looking at his feet.

"Montgomery, look at me." Monty looked at him, biting his lower lip. "You have guests. They're waiting for you in the study. Go get shoes on and meet them." Monty nodded and turned to do his father's bidding.

He already had his shoes and gloves on, and was halfway to the study before Frederick's words actually sank in. Guests? Who would visit him?

Monty blinked. He blinked again. And, for good measure, he blinked a third time.

"Monty!" The red haired girl smiled at him as she stood up from the chair she'd previously occupied. Her blond haired companion also stood, also smiling.

"Miss Possible? Mr. Stoppable?" Monty tilted his head to one side, blue eyes wide. "What are you doing here?" He hadn't meant for it to sound quite so rude, really; he was surprised to see them, and the shoes hurt. Kim put her hands on her hips, leaning forward slightly.

"Mrs. Fiske called and asked us to come visit you. She said you had something to show us."

"Mother?" Monty paled, filled with dread as he realized just what the two were there for.

"I'm sorry, Monty." Rosalie stood in the doorway, feeling guilty at her son's look of utter betrayel. "Friendship is supposed to be based on honesty. Besides, the longer you put it off, the less likely it'll be that you show them." She smiled reassuringly. "And if they're really your friends, they won't leave."

"Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah! Hold up, here!" Ron suddenly exclaimed, waving his hands for emphasis. "Monty, I like you and everything, but if you tell me that you're actually a flying pig-monkey from the planet Quaslo, here to eat us all alive, I'm not so sure I could deal with that." He paused, gazing at the other boy suspiciously. "You're not a flying pig-monkey from the planet Quaslo, here to eat us all alive, are you?" The blond cried out when Kim hit him over the head, while Monty grinned nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Not quite, Mr. Stoppable." The black haired teenager replied, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. "I, most assuredly, am not about to eat anyone... Err, alive or otherwise..." He cursed inwardly when he felt his cheeks starting to heat up. He couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment, nervousness, or something else. Maybe even a combination of the three...

"Monty," Kim started gently, "I know it's not exactly any of my business, but, and I'm saying this from experience, sometimes it's better to just get things over with, instead of letting it stu inside of you." Rosalie nodded, both women smiling.

"She's right, Monty. Here," Monty couldn't help but flinch slightly as his mother started walking towards him. "Why don't you start with the hands..." Again, Monty flinched, but let Rosalie peel off the gloves, dreading his soon-to-be-ex-friends' reactions...