Chapter 1: Unannounced

Tranquility.

Renowned neurosurgeon Dr. Anne Possible relished days like these: A relaxing day in the comforts of her own home. Her husband was out with her twin sons, doing whatever it is that rocket scientists and rambunctious, yet genius twin sons do during a weekend.

Her eldest child, Kimberly-Anne was with her best friend Ron Stoppable upstairs, doing whatever it is that they did on a calm weekend like this.

Then again…

The Possible matriarch's blue eyes scanned from left to right in realization. It was a little bit too tranquil for a couple of teenagers to be just hanging out. After all, they were of the age where hormones and emotions took precedence over the mind and body. So even if it might be tranquil inside the house, they could be doing all kinds of shenanigans when left to their own devices.

It wasn't but a few weeks ago on a tranquil weekend evening just like this one that her daughter and her daughter's best friend were left to their devices. It was a date; she knew as much. Not the usual Bueno Nacho shindig that she was accustomed to them doing. Her daughter was dressed up and Ron was too. He did look quite handsome that night. Point is, they were left to their devices well past curfew and she found them entangled by the entranceway of the house, a mess of hands, lips, mussed hair, and crimson faces… and it had very little to do with the downpour that occurred just a bit earlier before they were discovered.

Mrs. Possible was no stranger to throbbing, biological urges. She was a neurosurgeon after all, and that discipline involved a lot of knowledge of biology. They were teenagers, Ron and her daughter, and though she couldn't assume that their relationship was anything more than wholesome friendship at the time, teenage hormones can change a lot in a short period of time.

When she had met her soulmate as a college student during an exchange seminar between the Middleton Institute of Science & Technology and Upperton University, it started out with them as acquaintances. He was a mechanical engineering major and she was well on her way to becoming the youngest resident ever at the University Hospital. The attraction between them wasn't super-immediate, young James was absent-minded, but nevertheless well-meaning, genuine, and rather handsome…

'And still is,' she thought with a grin.

It wasn't a very lengthy process for their acquaintanceship to blossom into… well.

'I'd better check in on them,' she resolved as she rose to her feet to head upstairs.

Somewhere between the end of Tales of the Awkward and now, it was decided between Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable that they would indeed take this step into the new frontier as boyfriend and girlfriend, but only to one another.

They both came to the conclusion that if the free world knew that Kim Possible, the glorious global crime-fighting teen had hooked up with Ron Stoppable, her loyal, yet very bumbling, stumbling sidekick, questions would arise. A lot of question would arise from many different sources. Questions that neither one of them were comfortable with answering just yet, and from sources that they really didn't feel like dealing with… to say nothing of either of their parents' reaction, or to Ron's constant apprehension, Mr. Dr. P.'s reaction to this development.

He'd probably stuff me into the nearest rocket and blast off halfway to Krypton. And that planet blew up three years ago.

They decided to keep their burgeoning relationship on the hush-hush. Though during lunch periods, it wasn't difficult to spot that something wasn't going on. An observant peer wouldn't be able to miss them gazing into each other's eyes, or walking much closer together than a boy and girl who were just friends would.

Of course, Monique knew. Luckily enough for them, Monique wasn't the type to have loose lips and respected their privacy. On the inside, of course, she wanted to pump her fist in victory and then dish out details like your favorite point guard (not Russell Westbrook, because he's a ball-hog.). Then again, when Monique walked into what was supposed to be a private moment between the two, there wasn't any doubt left for Monique to have.

Club Banana

August 28th

Middleton Mall, Middleton, United States

Live-Action adaptations of classic cartoons do not work. Isn't that right, Disney?

The on-the-ground duo of Team Possible found themselves with some free time during a late summer weekend. Between the globetrotting, cheerleading, extracurricular activities, and trigonometry homework, Kim wanted to unwind at the mall for a few. Ron decided that he wanted to tag along, so like the dutiful best-friend/boyfriend hybrid that he was, he accompanied her throughout the mall until they stopped by Club Banana.

Now under normal circumstances, Ron would be bored out of his mind, being dragged along to traverse the tediousness of the tawdry trends of fashion, but he had it in his mind that this was a somewhat different venture. Perhaps Kim wanted his opinion on a garment… maybe something nice. Or… maybe something stylish? Then again, he wasn't the most stylish guy around, so it wasn't for him to judge. Or maybe something a little slinky? Or something short, black… and…

He reminisced to a little over a month ago, when Kim emerged from this very Club Banana dressing room in that little black dress. He remembered it clear as day. There was a saxophone in the background, pink spotlights and after he had given the fantasy material a definitive thumbs-up, an appreciative Kim leapt into his arms, and…

Wait. That's not what happened at all.

His jaw hit the linoleum and shattered into a million pieces before he could come up with a dumbfounded response. But that's neither here nor there.

"So, Ron. What do you think?" She asked expectantly. It wasn't the little black dress. But, it was a nice-looking red cardigan sweater. Like usual, Kim had caught him with his head in the clouds, so he decided go for his best go-to.

"Iunno, K.P. You look good in almost anything you wear," he reasoned, an open palm massaging the back of his head. That could work, right?

Wrong.

"That is soooooo a cop-out," Kim countered with an eyebrow raised.

"It is," Ron countered. "But what I say stands too. Though, red is a nice look for you, but I'd go with…" he was freestyling here, so he may as well make it count. "Green," he stated, picking the first color that came to him. "H-hey, Monique. Do you have this in green?" He called out, pointing to the cardigan in question.

"Yes," Monique answered coming over to the two friends. "Aaaaand, since when did you pick clothes out for Kim?"

"It's ok, Mo," Kim grinned, eager to see where Ron was going to take this. "I wanted to see it in green."

Shrugging her shoulders, Monique scooted across to get the cardigan in green as requested. Moments later, she returned with the cardigan in question on a hanger and handed it to Kim.

"Soooo, Kim. Fashion tips from the guy with the naked mole rat?" She asked, an eyebrow raised.

Rufus jumped out of Ron's pocket to voice his displeasure.

"—No offense," she said to Ron.

"None taken," said Ron despite his hairless rodent buddy crossing his tiny arms in protest.

"He said green was a good color for me," she said, eyes darting over to Ron. Monique for her part, left them to their devices. This was certainly different… but an intriguing sort of different. Usually, Ron wouldn't accompany Kim to Club Banana, but did today. Could this possibly be the development of something between the two friends? She would need to do some investigation later.

With Monique departed to perform her duties, Kim now had her full attention on Ron.

"So, what makes you think green is such a good color for me?"

He knew he talked himself into a corner. The Naked Mole Rat wheel started turning in his head. Hm. Colors. Colors. Fashion. He didn't know of fashion, clearly. He did know colors… in fact, he knew Kim's colors.

"Ah!" he discovered. "The color green contrasts your hair and goes with your eyes." The sidekick attempted to be both genuine while talking out of his rear. Kim's expression changed a bit, so he figured it was working a little bit. "Since your eyes and your hair are really pretty, it works…eh, red and green. It's like your hair says 'Stop', but your eyes say 'Go', y'know?"

Was he in for it?

To his surprise, he found his best-friend/girlfriend giggling at him. Well, it was better than him being scolded. Although, Kim did look kinda cute when she was scolding him.

Ron really was something else. Only he would liken her features to traffic signals and still make it sound like a sweet compliment.

"You're a mess, Ron," she stated before backing away into the dressing room. "But I do appreciate your opinion."

A mess? Ron was a lot of things. A goof? Sometimes. Weird? Depends on who you ask. But Ron Stoppable was not a mess. No matter how many times his cargo pants slid off of him. He was about to protest when Kim poked her head out of the dressing room door once more.

"Hey, Ron. I had another question. C'mere."

"But, K.P. You're in the dressing room. You'll have to come out here."

"Just c'mere," she whispered, beckoning him with her fingertips.

Ron stood in front of the dressing room. Surely, Kim wasn't in a state of undress. It was just a cardigan sweater. Though, he was going into an occupied dressing room with people around. That would be—not good.

Before a decision could be made on the subject, a fair-skinned hand reached from inside the dressing room and pulled Ron by his shirtfront into the room. He found himself against the wall. Instinctively, he covered his eyes with his hands before slowly opening one, and then the other to see Kim, grinning back at him.

"Your question—?"

"You said my eyes and my hair are pretty. Which do you like more?"

Error 000ID: Impossible Question

How do you expect him to answer that question? Could it be solved by dividing by zero?

She really did like putting him on the spot, didn't she? The expression on her face gave it away that she was teasing him. Nonetheless, the sidekick felt like he needed to answer.

Either feature was appealing to Ron. He wasn't sure if Kim knew it or not, but she was a beautiful girl. But, heck, Ron was a decisive guy… most of the time.

"Your eyes," he answered.

"Hmmm," she hummed, inching closer to him to the point where they were a few breaths' distance away from one another. "Is it because they say 'Go' and my hair says 'Stop'?"

"No—I mean, well, yeah, but not in—"

"Tell me, Ron. What are my eyes saying now?" She asked rhetorically.

Examination!

She was inches away from him.

They were in a closed, intimate space.

He was too preoccupied with those eyes to realize that a pair of hands—her hands—had planted themselves on either side of him, preventing an escape—not that he had any intention of doing so. Finally, those eyes that he said was his favorite feature of hers, glinted with mischief and—desire? Ron wasn't an A+ student by any stretch, but those eyes said more than any sentence could at this point.

"Go?" He smiled.

Kim nodded with a chuckle. "Go."

And go they went.

Monique had a curious mind. Kim and Ron's behavior seemed to be a bit out of the ordinary. What seemed to be more out of the ordinary was the amount of time Kim was taking to purchase the sweater that Ron picked out for her. Or, maybe she picked out something different? She should be more focused on job, but curiosity got the best of her. So, when her co-worker returned from her break, she asked her to cover the checkout area so she could investigate… er, check on in the merchandise.

She turned the corner to where the dressing rooms were. Her features twisted in confusion. Did they leave while she was tending to other customers? Maybe Ron had to run an errand? A few things crossed her mind as she advanced upon the set of dressing rooms. Absent-mindedly, she pushed through the dressing room doors and saw it…

Her best friend, Kim.

And her best friend Kim's best friend, Ron.

Passionately making out in one of the dressing rooms.

Monique's breath caught in her throat as she caught an eyeful of the scene before her but the gasp that she uttered was likely enough to capture anyone's attention. Why, if her name was Ashley rather than Monique, she would've shouted 'scandalous' at the top of her lungs.

For their credit, as soon as they were found out, Kim and Ron broke away quickly. Kim was the first to speak.

"H-hey, Monique," she said, attempting to be as casual as someone who just was found out in a compromising position as sucking face with your supposed best friend could possibly be. A myriad of rapid-fire questions flooded Monique's mind all at once.

Kim and Ron? Together like that? Like this? Here? Why? What happened?

Hoooooow looooong, has this been going on?!

"You—Ron—how…when?" she struggled to vocalize the words. There wasn't a lot of things that could leave Monique at a loss for words, but this was the clincher for sure.

Present Day.

In private, however, there wouldn't be much of any doubt of the nature of their relationship. You see, while Ron was content for the odd peck on Kim's lips or holding her hand every now and again, Kim was more, say… upfront in her expressions of her affection for him. Usually, it would begin with a mutual gaze upon each other. Ron thought he couldn't be blamed for that. Kim always did have a beauty-licious set of eyes. It was those eyes that got them found out by Monique after all. Then she would smile at him so radiantly, and then that smile would turn into a knowing smirk.

'That smirk,' Ron would reminisce. She was so dangerous and she knew it all too well.

He was sure he had never seen Kim smirk like that toward anyone. Not Josh Mankey. Not Bobby Johnson. Not even Walter Nelson. The expression hinted at something beyond mere flirtation.

She would gaze upon him with that knowing smirk and shortly after, her hand would find his and not long after that, her lips would do the same for his. Then, he felt a feeling of déjà vu to that fateful humid late summer night, where she was all over him. Kim wasn't exhibitionist, per se, but she was certainly not shy about displaying her affections for him when the opportunity presented itself. How many times was he pressed against the lockers in an empty hallway? Or pinned beneath her in a cargo hold on their way back from a mission?

Or maybe right now for instance?

He didn't know how it happened, but it did. They were in Kim's room on a lazy Saturday afternoon watching an encore episode of Agony County. The viewer almost kind of knew that the series itself was coming to a close because the two series leads were on the cusp of starting a relationship.

Wait, if that's the case, did this mean that the series would be over for Kim and him?

Nah.

Glued to the television, he heard Kim scoff in disgust at yet another false start between the two leads. He wasn't all that impressed himself. The writers could've just been straightforward with it, and the series would've been done for now.

"Did we take that long?" He asked offhandedly.

He just wanted to continue the conversation, but sure enough, by the way Kim was looking at him, he said something either weird, thought-provoking, or maybe both?

"Well, we've been friends since Pre-K," Kim answered. "I guess we've been slower, haven't we?"

"I mean, yeah. But at least, we weren't drawn out for 24 episodes in a season. I mean, that's gotta count for something, right?"

"That depends. Is 24 episodes longer than 11 years?"

"It felt like it, sometimes."

(S-Chrome can't help but to feel offended at how personal this conversation is getting.)

"I bet when they do get together, we'll make up for all that lost time," he continued. Once more, Kim's glance cast upon him. "I—I mean, they'll make up for lost time."

It was too late. The redheaded heroine's interest was piqued. She sat up from her perch and scooched closer to Ron.

"What did you have in mind?" Kim asked, attempting to be coy, but her expression belied that illusion.

"Oh—I didn't mean it that way," he tried to cover for himself. Kim, on the other hand, wasn't having any of it. Come on! It was just a Floydian Slip. Honest!

"Ah… we could go out somewhere… or maybe…" he struggled to find something they could do to make up for all that… lost time. "K.P., get your mind out of the gutter," he scolded. He wanted to say something more, but there was the piercing emerald green gaze again.

"You're right, Ron," she finally relented. "We should probably study," she reached for a textbook… Biology, no less.

"C'mon, K.P.," Ron whined. "It's Saturday. Studying is for Sundays. We could go to Bueno Nacho, or the mall, or whatever it is you want to do. Anything! Just, pleeeeease, no studying until tomorrow," he begged.

Ron was true to form, his slacking and procrastinating would shine through. Kim would be disappointed and would press him to improve his mediocre grades through studying, but then again, he just did say 'A' word.

"Anything?" She repeated. She almost laughed as Ron's expression changed from pleading to panicked.

The trailblazing teen had come to enjoy teasing her BFBF. To her, he seemed a bit apprehensive in crossing that imaginary line between boyfriend and best friend when they were alone. Sure, prudence pays when they were amongst the rest of the world, but alone, Kim was always willing to remind him they were more than just friends now. And now, in the comfort of her home and in her room, was the perfect time to demonstrate.

"Kiss me," she declared.

"You're on," Ron answered. She closed her eyes and puckered her lips in anticipation. Within seconds, she felt that familiar pair of lips on her own, a sense of contentment washing over her. That contentment was replaced with surprise when Ron pulled away after a few moments.

"Hmmm. Not bad, hm?" Ron asked, looking proud of himself for taking the initiative.

"That's it?"

"Well, yeah… unless, you want some more of the Ron," he teased.

Oh, why, yes. Yes, she did want more of the Ron. She illustrated this by sixteen-styles of Kung Fu pouncing on him. When his eyes fluttered open, he would see the feisty gaze of Kim hovering above him.

It took less than 4 seconds for Ron to be taken from a seated position to his back on Kim's bed with his legs dangling on the side of bed and the weight of Kim pressed along his midsection.

This girl was dangerous. For sure.

"More, Ron," she insisted huskily, advancing upon some more.

"Wait," he halted. "Did you just call me a moron?"

For that ill-timed quip, he earned a well-placed bite on his bottom lip before he got to taste which flavor of Kissy Girl lip gloss Kim was wearing.

It was strawberry today. Sweet.

Kim pulled away; her breath short. "So?"

"Make up for lost time, it is," a dazed Ron replied. Now he was speaking her language. The studying could wait. The world could wait. If only time could wait.

Timing, however, wouldn't wait. Because just as red-haired heroine was about uncork some more tender affection on her sidekick, the doorknob to her bedroom creaked open and in stepped her mom, her expression aghast.

"Kim… Ron? Again?!" She exclaimed.

Well, looks like the rest of their Saturday was going to be spent in a different way.

End of Chapter 1