Friday

"Home now!" Jim Possible shouted as he stepped in the door.
His nostrils were immediately assailed by delicious smells that made his mouth water. It could only mean one thing: Kim was home for a visit and Ron was with her.
Whenever Ron was in the house he would repay years of eating at the Possible's by cooking meals, something at which he excelled.
Kim poked her head out of the kitchen where she'd been keeping Ron company.
"Hey, Jim."
"How can you tell them apart?" Ron said from deeper inside the kitchen "I mean I've known them since they were little and I still can't tell who's Jim and who's Tim."
"D-uh! Just look at them!"
Ron looked out as well.
"Them?"
Kim and Ron both looked at Jim.
"OK, so it's just Jim.
"Uh...hi?" Jim said, looking from his sister to her fiancé.
"Hey, Jimbo, where's your other you?"
"Yes, Jim, where's Tim?"
"Oh he'll be here in..." Jim looked at his watch. "About an hour and a half. When's dinner done, Ron? Do I have time to take a shower?"
"No problemo, twenty minutes to go." Ron gave Jim a thumbs up and ducked back in the kitchen to check the potatoes. "Or should we wait for Tim?"
"Nah, I'll try to leave something for him, I promise." Jim called as he hurried upstairs.
Kim's eyes narrowed.
"Ron, something is fishy."
"Uh, no, KP. It's beefy and potatoe-y and saucy and desserted. I mean desserty."
"I don't mean the food, I mean with the tweebs. They're never apart. Until now, I mean. And besides they both love your cooking. So why isn't Tim here?"
"Hmm...now that you mention it, KP. Why would he risk missing out on the Ronsters badical food?"
"My point, exactly."
Twenty minutes later Jim virtually jumped down the stairs to join his sister, Ron and his parents at the table.
"Jim, where is Tim?" James possible asked, alerted to the absence of the other twin by his daughter.
Jim threw Kim an annoyed look.
"Tim's...busy." He tried.
"Jim?" Ann Possible looked at her youngest child.
It was no use. Jim could not withstand the gaze of his mother.
"He's on a date. He'll be here in an hour or so. Can we eat now?"
"A date? Without telling us? Really!" James Possible tried his best to look stern.
"It's no big deal." Jim was quick to defend his twin. "He didn't know until yesterday, just after studies. She'll be on the commuter train to Lowerton in an hour and Tim'll back here right away."
"So, Jim..." Kim leaned closer, a sly smile on her lips. "Who is Tim dating? Someone I know maybe?" Kim might not be a highschooler anymore but she still liked gossip and she was curious about who could separate the tweebs.
"Ask Tim."
From the tone of Jim's voice Kim knew she wouldn't get more out of her brother. There was a limit to how much you could stretch the bond of loyalty between the twins.
She shrugged. She'd find out, one way or another.

Across town, at Mad Mongoose Milkshake, Tim and his date were enjoying the company of each other. He had trouble finding words at first but he soon relaxed. That was just one of the things he liked about Julia. She was always patient and never laughed at him when he managed to say something stupid. She did laugh at his jokes though. That was so cool.
Tim and Julia had met by chance a Friday, a few weeks ago. He'd been on his way to get milkshakes for himself and his brother when he'd spotted a girl who'd dropped her mobile phone, breaking it. Being a gentleman, he'd offered to fix it without really thinking about it. After that they had started talking.
Julia lived in Lowerton with her dad and his new wife but Julia studied at the Upperton Boarding School for Girls. Unlike most girls she didn't find Tim's inherent geekyness a problem. If anything, she'd told him, it made her feel comfortable. Julia never elaborated on why, though and Tim didn't ask.
It was Julia who had asked Tim for his phone number. The following weeks they had talked on the phone a lot. First just a few times a week but soon they called each other every day and yesterday she had come all the way to Middleton just to ask him for a date, face to face.
"I don't want to do it over the phone. It would have felt like I was scared of asking, you know?" Julia laughed, blushing a little.
Tim didn't reply at first.
"Tim? Hello? Earth to Tim?" She waved her hand in front of his face. "What are you looking at?"
"You." Tim blurted out without thinking.
Julia laughed again.
"Do you like what you see?" She struck a mock-vain pose.
Julia had short, dark hair and blue-grey eyes. Her nose was long and quite sharp and her chin had a definite point. Her mouth was a little wider than would be expected on a somewhat narrow face and made it more open that it would have looked otherwise.
"Yes. I...uh...I like it a lot." Tim was blushing furiously now. He felt too forward and awkward.
"Aw, that's so sweet." Julia lowered her voice a little. "I like what I see too." Then she leaned across the table and gave him a little kiss on the cheek.
From that point on, their first real date went really well. He had followed her to the train to Lowerton and they held hands all the way.
Just before she got aboard the train she looked at him.
"Well?"
"Well...what?"
"Aren't you going to ask me for another date? I can't be your girlfriend until we've been on at least three dates. That's the rule, you know."
"Girlfriend? She wants to be my girlfriend?" Tim almost shouted out the tweeb trademark 'hicka-bicka-boo'. But since Julia wouldn't understand and Jim wasn't there to give him a 'hooh-shah' he restrained himself.
"Uh...yes, yeah. Of course. Want to go on a date with me, Julia? Like, a second one, I mean."
She giggled happily.
"Sure, I'll go on a second date with you. But this time you pick the place."
"OK, I will. I'll call you tonight?"
"Don't call too late."
"I won't, I promise."
Tim felt ten feet tall and as if he was walking on air all the way home.
He had barely gotten inside the door when he heard Jim ask from his place in front of the TV:
"Hicka-bicka-boo?"
Tim's happy reply came right away:
"Hooh-shah!"
When he went to join his brother by the TV, four pairs of eyes looked at him. Eyes that held questions that he would have to answer.
"Uh-oh..."

In Go City, Hego had settled in for another lonely weekend. The Wego-twins were out with their friends and would spend the night away from Go Tower. Mego had stopped by to drop off his laundry before leaving for his dorm again. He also had complained that he had to be the one bringing the laundry to Hego.
"Why must I come all the way here? I have studies you know. You could pick it up on your way from Bueno Nacho."
Hego replied, as he always did, when Mego brought up the issue.
"Because the university is on the opposite side of town to where I'm going and you don't pay for the gasoline."
Once Mego had left Go Tower fell silent again, except for the faint humming of all the scanners, communication screens and similar devices which were always active.
Things had been awfully quiet lately. Aviaruis was still in hospital. A bad case of the bird flu of all things. No crimes to thwart from him.
His sister wasn't his jurisdiction and besides she didn't do much crime these days anyway, what with her being pregnant and all.
The new generation of villains of Go City weren't all that either, even though they thought so themselves. Go City PD handled them with embarrassing ease.
He was in the kitchen fixing a snack when he found himself thinking of Electronique. Maybe he should call her? Just for a chat, nothing more. At least they had some things in common. Like mutual enmity.
No. She'd been drunk and clearly out of sorts. She probably would be back to her usual hostile self again by now.
Hego sighed.
"I'd rather have a fight with Electronique than spend another weekend watching TV? How's that for pathetic? I've got loads of awards from all over the world. I'm a celebrated hero and a role model for kids everywhere. I'm the manager at Bueno Nacho in Go City. Yet, here I am, complaining. Get a grip, Hego."
He sat down in front of the Gargantuan Screen TV-set and started flipping through the channels, eventually settling for watching "Bricks of Fury VII: Night of the living bricks".
How come he didn't feel like getting that grip at all?