Sorry I haven't updated this story in a while. I'll try to update a little more. Didn't even know I'd get far with it, but HERE YA GO XD

"Let me get this straight. You Kim Possible?" Tucker asked in disbelief. Danny poked around at his food. "Yeah, but not really met, more like crashed into her." Danny said, shrugging. Sam snorted. "You're bluffing." She teased. Danny raised an eyebrow. "Is it that unbelievable to you guys?" He asked, annoyance rushed through his body. Tucker snickered.

"Um, yeah! Why would she even look in your direction?" He said. Danny put his hand over his heart dramatically. "Ouch. That hurt." He said, pretending to be offended. Tucker shrugged. "If you're telling the truth, then why haven't we seen you talk to her? I bet twenty bucks if she sits right here-" Before he could finish his sentence, a voice cut through the air.

"Hey, Danny!" The trio turned their heads. It was Kim, in a pink crop top, and green cargo pants. Tucker and Sam's jaws dropped. She plopped herself right next to the black-haired boy, and grinned. "What's the sitch?" She asked. "She-she-she just…. Kim… you.." Tucker couldn't even finish his sentence. He turned pale and passed out. Kim's eyes widened. "Is he gonna be…" She started to ask. Danny snickered.

"Okay? Yes. Sane? No." He joked. A smile crossed Kim's face. One that irritated the hell out of Sam. She decided to show that irritation. "So Kim Possible, what made you sit here at the 'loser table'. Why not sit over there with the other big-headed cheerleaders?" Sam asked, gesturing over to Paulina and her clique. Kim glanced over o them. They looked like duplicates of Bonnie, so no. She shrugged.

"Don't want to, I guess. I'm pretty sure one of them ripped out a chunk of my hair to souvenir. I'd like to lower the chances of going bald." She joked, Making Danny laugh. Which also made Sam annoyed. She just forced a smile. Suddenly, Dash slid over next to Kim, out of no where. Danny bit back a groan. Sam rolled her eyes. Dash slicked back his hair.

"Hey babe, what you doing sitting here with these losers, when you can sit with all of this?" He asked, flexing his muscles. "I mean I would, if you guys didn't reek of steroids and D.J.D." Kim muttered. Dash frowned. "What's D.J.D?" He asked, curiously. She actually looked up from her food.

"Dumb Jock Disorder." Danny almost choked on his food laughing. Dash glared. "Something funny, Fenturd?" Dash asked angrily. The smile on his face disappeared. "Uh.. Nothing.. Only that you're really pathetic." He said. Kim snickered. That made Dash angry. He grabbed at Danny from across the table.

"You have jokes, punk? You won't be laughing when I pound your face in-" That's when Kim butted in. She grabbed his arm and flipped him over. To Danny, it looked like a Bruce Lee movie going on right it front of him. Kim gave Dash a death glare, grabbing him by his letterman jacket.

"So help me if you even look in his direction, I'll do more than flip you over, okay?" She scolded. He nodded, looking scared for his life. She smiled sweetly. "Please and thank you." and with that, she let go, letting him fall back on the floor. Danny's jaw dropped. So was Sam's. Kim looked at them both, and grinned. "So, what next?"

YAYYYYYY! I'm listening to Beyonce, getting some feels. Feeling inspired, so I hope you enjoyed this chapter. BYEEEE XD