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Have a weird schedule for the next week or so and not certain if I'll have access to a computer. Rough drafts of the next couple chapters are in my document file. If I can use a computer I'll try and get them polished and posted.

Kim: I'll Wear Your Colors, My Dear, Until You're Standing Right Here

My lip hurt. No acidic foods, like citrus, and nothing salty today. Everyone in high school knew how I'd run out of Calculus yesterday, and today I show up with a swollen lip. Most of them figured I'd been doing something exciting. Having Wade turn a fire extinguisher on me was not exciting. I was still kind of mad at him for offering a deal to Shego. And even if most people thought I was doing something important there were still a few with witty comments like, "Remember to duck next time."

That gets old very, very fast.

And then there was Bonnie. Four times during the day she... Got to get Bonnie out of my head. The school day is over. With any luck by Monday my lip will be back to normal. Ron and I have a date tonight and I plan to have fun.

I don't know what Ron's problem is... I'm not even completely sure if it's Ron's problem, or if the problem is me.

He's not romantic with me. He told me had fun with Zita (but not too many details). He told me even less about Yori, which makes me think he had a lot of fun with her. When he talked about Amelia or Tara he said more than I needed, or wanted, to hear. When he had money after that royalty check, and Bonnie was hanging on him... Well, I'm pretty sure he left some fingerprints on her.

Me? "Kim, could you pretend you're twelve and order from the kid's menu?" Or the toothbrush? Yeah, he claims it was for Dental Health Month... Dental Health Month he's heard of, but he's been living under a rock and never heard of Valentine's Day? He'd probably just had a checkup and the dentist had given it to him. Or that time he played the giant claw machine and I had to sit and watch him – for three hours?

Maybe it's me. I mean, I don't really know much about guys. I've been on a couple nothing dates that went nowhere. Sometimes I think my problem is that I know more that I'm supposed to be interested in guys than I'm really interested in guys... I tried telling cousin Joss that one day, but it just sounded stupid. Maybe I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing in this relationship.

Or maybe Ron and I are just too comfortable together. I mean, he's been my best friend forever. We've always hung out together. We never needed to impress each other. Zita, and Yori, and Amelia, and Tara, and Bonnie? Yeah, he wanted to impress them. Me? I'm just a comfortable old pair of sneakers. Nothing special about me... Darn it, I want to be treated like I'm special too. I'm tried of being taken for granted.

Take tonight's April Smith concert, for example.

I asked him. His response was kind of a lukewarm, "I guess so." I bought the tickets. I drove. And as soon as we get inside the Donner he tells me, "I'm heading to the concession stand, KP. Can I get anything for you?"

Hey, at least he asked if I needed anything. "No thanks, Ron. I'll look for a good spot to stand."

"Okay, I'll find you."

Ha Ha Tonka was supposed to be on first. I didn't really know them. I'd listened to a couple things on YouTube but wasn't sure how loud they'd be live – I didn't want to blow out my ears before April Smith came on.

I looked around the hall. There were some people I knew from Middleton High down to the right of the stage. Chloe thinks she's... Was that Shego down there?

Why couldn't Wade see she was following me? Sure, she was here first. But there were a lot of ways she could have learned I was going to be here. And she had to be here just to annoy me. Kidnapping has never been her thing, and there wouldn't be enough money at the box office to be tempting for her. The musicians didn't have any high tech instruments Drakken could use in a scheme, so the only conclusion was that she was here to annoy me.

I wouldn't give her the satisfaction. Deep, cleansing breath. Let it out slowly. Deep, cleansing breath. Let it out slowly.

"What's up?" I nearly jumped out of my skin when Ron spoke.

"Shego's here," I hissed.

He looked around and found her. "What are you going to do?"

I weighed my options. Wade had promised not to send me after her. I'd made no promise, but what were my choices? I could leave, and miss the concert. That would be a victory for her. I could fight her. I wanted to pay her back for my sore lip. In the best case scenario the police arrested her and took her to jail, but they took me to the station to make a statement and I missed the concert. In the worst case scenario she pulled her lame, "I don't know who this Shego is," routine again and security asked me to leave, and I missed the concert. "We ignore her." It seemed like the only way to hear the concert.

"Ignore her?" he asked in disbelief.

"That's what I said."

"Should we, uh, kinda stand over there in case she starts something?"

"Good idea," I agreed. If she started something I wanted to... Well, I'm not sure if 'want' was was the right verb, but I was willing to stop it. I just wanted to hear the concert.

I planned to keep an eye on Shego more than listen to Tonka, but they were good and Shego wasn't doing much of anything but chatting with some woman and Chloe a little between numbers. I started paying more attention to the music and less to her.

And, of course, when April Smith came on I was too busy paying attention to her to waste any time watching Shego. Ron took up the slack. He didn't seem interested in the music, so he kept a watch on Shego. I would have rather he listened to the music than be bored by it.

Shego and I spent most of the evening without saying a word, or even acknowledging the other's presence, but I wondered if my being there annoyed her as much as her being there annoyed me. I probably took more pleasure at the sight of her black eye than I should have.

After the concert Ron asked if we could stop at Bueno Nacho, but my lip was not up for taco sauce and I was stressed and tired from a couple hours close to Shego.

I let him out at his house. He leaned over to kiss me. Bad idea with a sore lip. I'd put that on the list of things to settle with Shego some day.