A/N: Honestly, I'm not sure on the title for this chapter, but I supposethe name for this chapter works. I'm kind of disappointed how long it took to get this up, but I guess I can't do anything about that when I'm not spending every moment trying to update this. Are you ready for the longest chapter of Never Be Normal (NBN) to date? If not, I understand. Nonetheless, let's get things underway. This chapter is ridiculously long, so I won't spend too much time on author's notes.
Oh, one more thing. The summary. I don't want to give it, but seeing as how often I am going to be jumping from one subplot to the next, here is a summary. If you don't want to look at the summary, scroll down a few inches or so. Otherwise,
Andrew meets with the popular students and decides his extra-curricular; Dr. Possible meets a new neurosurgeon while preparing for a brain tumor removal; Kim becomes suspicious about Ron's behavior; Andrew and the Possible family have dinner.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possibe. I only own the idea and the OCs.
Note: To make things confusing, each subplot is going to be in a different point of view. Warning: Some dirty flirting.
43,200 seconds. 720 minutes. 12 hours. That was how long it would be before I had dinner with an inspiration such as Kim Possible. My parents raved about how incredible of a woman Kim was, and to meet her as a teenager was nothing short of a dream come true. Sure I had to meet Kim's parents, but it was such an honor to meet the people that helped Kim become the woman she was.
I didn't manage to get a good nights sleep the night before, as I was up until two talking with Ron about how the dinner might unfold. Like him, I didn't think it would be a good idea to let Kim know Drakken and Shego were my parents. That being said, I knew I had to tell her someday. I wanted to tell her. The only problem was figuring out how to tell Kim. If I told her point blank, chances are she wouldn't listen to be, let alone believe me.
I was running late this morning. Correction, Ron and I were running late this morning. When I tried to wake him up, Ron threatened to go all Monkey Kung Fu on me. Obviously, I decided not to risk it and headed over to Kim Possible's house to see if one of her parents could give me a ride. I could have ran and gotten the exercise, but showing up at school all sweaty didn't appeal to me.
Luck appeared to be on my side as I managed to flag down a car right as it was leaving. The car stopped and the driver rolled down the window. The woman at the wheel had Kim's signature red hair, only it was shorter. The driver couldn't have been Kim, so it must have been Kim's mother.
"Hey, Andrew. Need a lift to school?" Kim's mother inquired.
"As a matter of fact, I do," I stated. Entering the Possible's car, I threw my backpack that Ron had graciously bought me to the side and buckled up. It occurred to me as we exited the driveway that I had yet to introduce myself. Leaning forward, I asked, "How did you know my name? I never introduced myself."
"Just a hunch."
As the car stopped at a red light, I noticed the outfit Kim's mom was wearing and came to the conclusion she was on her way to work. I started to apologize, but she cut me off rather quickly.
"So where's Ron? He didn't need a lift?"
"Sleeping in," I confessed. "Busy day today?"
Dr. Possible moved the car forward and stopped in front of the school's drop-off line. "A brain tumor removal and a craniectomy. If things finish on time, it'll be a 10-hour day. Not too busy."
I stared in disbelief. A ten hour day was not a busy day? What? Wow. I'm glad I'm not in her profession. I must have staring because Kim's mom turned to me and said, "See you at about eight."
Once I realized Dr. Possible was serious about the so-called light schedule and that people were waiting for me to head inside, I grabbed my backpack and exited the car. I looked back in time to see Dr. Possible's car leave before heading inside the school and doing my best to make it to Home Room on time. To my luck, it seemed as if Home Room was still in session.
"Shen, you're late," Barkin boomed.
"Noted," I said as I sat down a few seats behind Bonnie Rockwaller, who Ron dubs Bonnie "The B****" Rockwaller. Not to my surprise, things were typical as per the Home Room. People spent time on homework or mingled with friends. As soon as the bell rang, I left the room and Kim followed.
I tried to play it casually as I checked my locker, hoping I would not start sputtering like a motorcycle out of gas in front of her. Since when did High school turn guys into a colossal mess? Or has it always been that way? I glanced at Kim before shouldering my backpack, shutting my locker, and heading to my next period. I wasn't sure if Kim didn't care on being late or if her class was somewhere nearby, but she followed me.
"Any chance you've seen Ron this morning?" Kim inquired as she did her best to melt my confidence.
"He wanted to sleep in; I let him," I confessed. "So is dinner still set for seven?"
"Negative. It's set for eight thirty. We have to cheer for the Halftime show," Kim responded. "We meaning the squad, not you and I. Not that you can't join. I mean, Ron joined."
I nodded, indicating that I knew what she meant, and told her I would be at the game. Truth be told, I didn't follow basketball at all, yet it would pass the time until I could meet Kim for dinner. I turned to Kim once I arrived outside my class and gestured to my class.
"Have you decided extra-curiculars yet?" Kim inquired, seemingly in no hurry to leave.
"Anything but football and cheer," I blurted out before my brain could catch up with me.
"Okay then. I'll see you at the game, I guess," Kim said before she turned and walked six feet away to her next class.
I followed my eyes to Kim's classroom door and hummed. My class was only three doors down. As I sat down with a teacher who wasn't Mr. Barkin, I reflected on whom I could talk to about the extra-curiculars.
Not much happened in class. Truth be told, I don't even remember anything at all. I'd have to ask someone from my class. Spotting a cheerleader whom I had no idea what their name was, I approached her and said hello.
The girl had straight length black hair, light brown skin, and what seemed to be dark brown eyes. She didn't appear all that happy, a somber look on her face that resembled a puppy getting kicked. She didn't say anything, just turned to me and said hi.
"I was wondering if you knew what after school activities there were," I began.
The smile she gave me was forced as she told me today wasn't a good day for her to do that. "My friend, Liz, can talk to you about that. She's the only other red-head on the squad." After her statement, the cheerleader quickened her pace. I stopped, knowing she needed space.
"Hey, are you okay...?"
She turned to look at me one more time. "Marcella. And no, I'm not." Marcella opened the nearest classroom door and walked through it, leaving me alone in the hallway with my thoughts.
In her daughter's fourteen years, Dr. Anne Possible could count the number of times on one hand that Kim expressed an interest in boys. There was Walter Johnson, which was short-lived, Ron, and now this Andrew fellow, if her suspicion was correct. Ron Stoppable was like a second son to her and she hoped that Kim and Ron would get together. However, she could understand if they didn't. There wasn't a whole lot of proof that they liked each other.
Dr. Possible was prepared for a busy day at work that morning as she entered her car. No sooner had Dr. Possible started to pull her way out of the driveway did a muscular guy with wild blue hair and green eyes cut in front in an effort to flag down the car. He appeared dressed in a leather blue shirt that helped show his muscles and trendy jeans. Dr. Possible rolled down the window and turned to the guy she was sure was Andrew. The blue hair was abnormal but it helped Dr. Possible come to the conclusion that this person was Andrew.
"Hey, Andrew. Need a lift to school?" Dr. Possible inquired.
"As a matter of fact, I do," he stated. Dr. Possible unlocked the door and Andrew hopped in, threw his backpack to the side, and buckled up. Shortly after the car was left the driveway, Andrew leaned forward and asked, "How did you know my name? I never introduced myself."
Dr. Possible threw an insouciant shrug and replied, "Just a hunch."
While the car was at a red light, Andrew began to apologize for allowing Dr. Possible to head out of her way to work, only Dr. Possible shook his concern off.
"So where's Ron? He didn't need a lift?"
"Sleeping in," Andrew confessed. "Busy day today?"
Dr. Possible moved the car forward and stopped in the school's drop-off line. "A brain tumor removal and a craniectomy. If things finish on time, it'll be a 10 hour day. Not too busy." Dr. Possible noticed Andrew staring at her afterwards and redirected the conversation. "See you at about eight."
Andrew didn't say anything but continued to stare at her before he grabbed his backpack and exited the car. As soon as Andrew headed inside, Dr. Possible drove off to Middleton General. She greeted a nurse on arrival and headed to her patient's room number. Awaiting her stood a dark-skinned medium-height man with onyx hair and inviting dark brown eyes that seemed almost black. He wore a Middleton High Track Jacket, which fit well with his athletic frame, khakis, and a nice pair of athletic shoes. His wife looked identical to one of the girls on Kim's cheerleading squad.
"Is it time for her surgery?" the man asked as he tore his eyes away from the eleven-year-old girl that lay asleep in bed.
"We're just about ready for her," Dr. Possible admitted as she grabbed a chart and looked at last night's readings. "Everything looks okay. Has Alexandra had anything to eat in the past twelve hours?"
"She prefers Lex, and no," the man responded.
Anne nodded and told the parents the surgery would start shortly and that the two of them should make themselves situated in the waiting room. However, she knew it would be a while before the parents headed there, if at all.
Anne injected the Propofol into her patient and began to wheel her into the O.R. The parents held the daughter's hand until it was time to leave for the waiting room. With the hopeful promise that she would see her sister, Marcella, and her brother again, the parents released their daughter's hand and stared at the door that Anne rolled their younger daughter into. A new doctor that Anne didn't recognize greeted her inside the O.R.
"Hello. Are you new here?" Dr. Possible inquired as she washed her hands in preparation for the brain tumor removal.
"I transferred from Upperton. I'm Doctor Kevin Gooberman, neurosurgeon."
"Dr. Anne Possible, neurosurgeon."
As there were two neurosurgeons that day, Dr. Possible realized that her ten hour day would be a couple of hours less with any luck. Given the upcoming dinner with her daughter's possible love interest, Dr. Possible appreciated the extra hand and the help. Dr. Gooberman allowed Anne to make the first incision and the two were underway. Apart from a severe amount of bleeding in the dura, the two neurosurgeons managed to get a handle on things and finished close to seven hours later.
The anxious parents of Marcella stood up from their seats as Dr. Possible and Dr. Gooberman approached. Dr. Possible looked to Dr. Gooberman to speak and so the gentleman cleared his throat. "I'm Dr. Kevin Gooberman and I was the neurosurgeon on attending alongside Dr. Possible." He gestured to the doctor beside him. "There was extensive bleeding in the dura, which we drained in surgery. The tumor removal went good. We managed to remove all of it with good margins and everything is good. She will be resting in the I.C.U and remain there until we can clear her for heart surgery. In the meantime, you're welcome to see her if you like."
Marcella's parents thanked the neurosurgeons, but stated that it was better until Marcella and her brother arrived to see them. They left after Anne promised that the hospital would take excellent care of their daughter. As soon as Marcella's parents left, Dr. Gooberman caught up with Anne who was walking to the break room for some coffee and asked what was next on her schedule.
"A craniectomy. I should be able to finish in time for dinner with my daughter's new friend," Anne announced as she poured herself a cup and then reached for the creamer.
"I can take over for you whenever you'd like," Dr. Gooberman offered as he grabbed himself a cup of coffee as well. "So how is Kim doing? Given how famous she is on social media, I imagine studies can get to be challenging."
"She makes straight A's. Everything comes easy to her."
"Same with my son. His name is also Kevin. The only difference is he's into chess and not brain surgery."
Dr. Gooberman and Dr. Possible made small talk as they prepped and worked on the craniectomy. Despite Dr. Possible's refusal to leave early, Dr. Gooberman's repeated remarks about the time caused Anne to leave. Most of the surgery was finished anyhow. Before leaving, Dr. Possible agreed to finish one of Dr. Gooberman's surgeries if Kevin ever had dinner with someone else one day. Anne clocked out after her eleven hour day and headed to the station wagon.
Kim couldn't keep the pep out of her step that following morning as she dressed in her cheer outfit and headed to school with Rufus in tow. Spending the night with Rufus had been weird, albeit fine. It was definitely something she needed to get used to if she wanted to earn back Ron's good graces. Ron had confessed to her that he thought she had self-centered issues and that needed to change. Kim didn't think she was, but she was willing to try to change it for Ron.
Kim was surprised that morning when Ron didn't come over and pick up Rufus. She was even more surprised when neither Ron nor Andrew showed up for the start of Home Room. Luckily, she had homework that needed completing, no thanks to last night's mission against the Killer Bebes. It was still hard for her to believe that her father's friend from college would end up being one of her arch-foes. Well, at least she knew Drakken's real name, which would help if he ever got out of line.
Kim had finished all her schoolwork when Andrew arrived about ten minutes before the end of Home Room.
"Shen, you're late," Barkin boomed.
Kim, her face deep in a book, rolled her eyes. Thanks for the obvious, Barkin. Andrew ended up taking a seat behind Bonnie Rockwaller. Kim shivered involuntarily, the name alone too vile to even comprehend. When the bell rang, Kim decided to get some information and followed Andrew.
Andrew stopped at his locker, grabbed a book and then shouldering his backpack, shutting his locker, and heading to his next period. Kim followed, her class being in the same direction. Kim noticed Ron had yet to appear, so she inquired, "Any chance you've seen Ron this morning?"
"He wanted to sleep in; I let him," Andrew confessed. "So is dinner still set for seven?"
He must not know we perform at the basketball games. "Negative. It's set for eight thirty. We have to cheer for the Halftime show," Kim responded. She paused as she realized how that might sound. "We meaning the squad, not you and I. Not that you can't join. I mean, Ron joined." She blushed at the realization that she was rambling.
Andrew didn't seem to take notice as he nodded, indicating that he knew what Kim meant, and told her he would be at the game. He turned to Kim once he arrived and gestured to his class. For reasons, Kim's class was only three doors down
"Have you decided extra-curiculars yet?" Kim inquired, in no hurry to leave as her class was three doors down.
"Anything but football and cheer," Andrew blurted out.
Kim hid the frown that wanted to spread across her face. That's unfortunate. It would be nice to – and I'm getting ahead of myself. Besides, "Okay then. I'll see you at the game, I guess," Kim said before she turned and walked six feet away to her next class. Once inside, Kim sat down with a teacher who, go figure, was Mr. Barkin, Kim groaned and sunk her head onto the desk.
Why did I ramble? Why? Kim noticed one of her friends there and a smile came across her face as she spotted Tara. "Hey! I heard you were sick. It looks as if you're feeling better," Kim began.
"Yeah, I heard Ron joined the cheerleading team," Tara said with a beaming smile on her face, no doubt thinking about Ron. "I didn't think Ron could do those moves that you did."
"Joined? I think you're mistaken. He didn't become a cheerleader. He's the mascot," Kim clarified.
"Oh, but he's still on the team, right?"
Kim turned in her chair as she observed Tara's behavior and noticed the apprehension that Tara inadvertantly revealed. A growing sense of dread formed in the pit of her stomach as Kim asked, "Tara, what did you do?"
"Hello, ladies!" Ron called out.
Kim turned to Ron and gasped at what he was wearing.
I did not see Ron when I stepped out of my last class before lunch. At this point, I was kind of wondering if I might see him at all today. It wasn't until I was halfway through the lunch line until I spotted him. He was not wearing his usual clothing. For one, he wore a Middleton High cheer jacket. That was enough to throw me off, as I had not seen that shirt in the closet since I first moved in with Ron. Given the newness of it, it must have arrived this morning.
"Next!" the lunch lady called. Staring at me, she yelled, "I said next!"
I took that as my cue and let her slap some sort of pasta on my plate. Like I normally did before I ate, I thanked the lucky DNA gods that I couldn't get sick from regular cafeteria food, even if it might be radioactive. I could have eaten with Kim and Ron, but I decided not to eat with them. Instead, I scanned the restaurant where I found Marcella's friend, Liz. I couldn't find Marcella, but that didn't bother me.
People stared at me as I snagged a seat right next to the person I wanted to talk to. A blonde girl who I knew nothing of, other than the fact that she wore a cheerleading outfit, cleared her throat and said, "You look familiar. What's your name again?"
"Andrew. I have hung out and watched a few practices," I admitted. Turning to Liz, I said, "Marcella said I could talk to you about after school activities."
The other red-head, Liz, shrugged as she ate some cucumbers. "You could. Everyone here knows everything there is now." Liz stopped eating and scanned my body, possibly to determine my phsyique. "You could go for anything really. I suppose you could do soccer, but I suspect you want something hard hitting. Football?"
I shook my head. "Pass."
Everyone but Liz could not hide the shock from their face. A few of them had open mouths at my statement. Eventually, one of the guys suggested basketball. I shrugged, unsure as to whether I should try out. I mean, basketball was fine. However, I didn't think it would be the best sport.
"There's Ice Hockey happening next week," a random jock stated. "I'm friends with the forward. He can teach you the ropes and you can decide what you want to do."
I leaned back in my chair as I agreed to the proposal. Ice hockey, huh? Shouldn't be too bad.
"So where do you plan on getting your sports stuff?" one of the blonde cheerleaders asked, giving me a look that I wasn't entirely comfortable with.
"Middleton Mall I guess. I was in Go City for a few days but I don't want to head out there for clothes."
"You could hang with us on Saturday morning," Liz suggested after sharing a look with the blonde cheerleader, likely one of her friends. "Smith can drive us," she said as she gestured to the guy who mentioned the Ice Hockey.
"I'll think about it," I admitted, knowing that I had to talk with Ron about this first.
"Give us your phone number and we'll get back with you," Liz said, extending her hand towards me.
Not seeing anything wrong with that and knowing I had to start somewhere, I wrote down the cellphone number Ron had given me when we first went shopping and spent way too much money and gave it to her. Liz did not give me hers, instead telling me to meet everyone at the High School by 8:45 a.m. if I decided to join them. I wasn't sure if it was the exagerrated stories Ron told or what, but the so-called jocks seemed friendly.
Ron greeted me as soon as I exited lunch and I noticed that he had Rufus back. With a grin on his face, Ron asked me if I scored some digits. I shook my head and rehased what happened at lunch.
"Dude, this is good. It's early in the year and you're already making new friends. Go to the mall with them. Just be warned, they're probably only friendly to you because of popularity. They're sticklers for this Food Chain $h!. Just a warning."
I had no clue what Food Chain $h! meant but I knew enough that losing Ron as a friend would be a total loss for me and that those who didn't want to be his friend would not be my friend. I nodded in response to Ron's remark. "So where did you get the new shirt?"
"I found at my doorstep. I later learned that it was Tara," Ron revealed. "At least this is comfortable. I'm not sure how she knows my shirt size." Ron stopped walking at as he arrived in front of a class, one I didn't think was his. "I'll catch you later."
I knew the statement would be true, so I turned back and headed to my class. It was near the end of the day that I saw Ron again. Correction, heard Ron. It was hard not to, as his voice echoed across the entirety of the hallway and then some.
"What?" Bonnie screeched, prompting everyone to turn their attention to the scene.
"It's so obvious, why didn't I see it before?" Ron chuckled. "All those insults are really code. In this case, get a life means hang out at your place. So I will. Like I said, just bring Tara. That is, unless the two of you want to do it in the private of your bedroom."
Everyone stared at Ron's gall behavior towards the Queen Bee. One minute, the hallway was full of chatter and the next, silence. "This cannot be happening," Bonnie mumbled as she slumped up against a locker door to prevent her from falling down in disbelief.
"I can assure you, my stuff is big. Everything is working in that department, B."
Bonnie's face turned a lovely shade of green and she raced for the bathroom. However, the motion caused her to upchuck right onto the tile floor. She passed the vomit in disgust and hurried into the bathroom. The hallway was silent, then...
"What's going on here?" Barkin's voice boomed throughout the hallway. In an instant, everyone resumed his or her activities, most of which involved heading to class. Knowing what I would be seeing if I watched, I headed for my next class.
Nothing exciting happened the rest of the day, a majority of it spent talking about Bonnie throwing up in the middle of the school hallway and Ron's asinine belief that Bonnie was flirting with him. Nonetheless, it made for a fun day.
Ron Stoppable stared at the unopened box lying on the ground. Still skeptical, Ron looked around but didn't see anyone. As he scanned, Ron noticed that the Yamanuchi students were not there, nor were any GJ agents. If Yamanuchi hadn't sent him anything, who had?
Ron brought the box inside and felt around the edges of the box. He was fairly certain that no one would send him a bomb, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Not to his surprise, it wasn't. Whatever it was seemed light, ridiculously light. Ron opened it and his eyes widened at the gift.
"No way!"
In the box stood an authentic cheerleading jacket with the Middleton Mad Dog stiched into the upper right. It was everything that Ron Stoppable had dreamed of his first three years of becoming a Middleton Mad Dog. Back in the present, that is. Wearing that Middleton Mad Dog Jacket as a football player made him feel powerful and confident and capable of owning the school. This cheerleading jacket was similar. Ron threw it on over his shirt without hesitation.
Ron noticed a note on the jacket and tore it off before he read it. It said, To Ron: I heard you tried out for the cheerleading squad. Just wanted to say congratulations and welcome to the team. I know you won't be the most well-liked person on the team, but I'm here. In the post is my cellphone number as well as all of the other people on the cheerleading squad, except for Kim. I figured you already had her number. Tara.
Ron took the piece of paper holding all the cheerleader's numbers and scanned it before he tossed it in the trashcan. He had no need to ever call any of the cheerleaders, as Kim, Bonnie, and Tara were the only cheerleaders Ron had the intention of knowing.
It took about ten minutes to sprint to school, leaving Ron wondering if he needed to join track and field as an extra-curicular. He shook his head at that thought, knowing it would take away from missions and the like. The official Mad Dog Mascot cleaned the sweat off his face and headed to his fourth period class to visit Kim and Tara.
"Oh, but he's still on the team, right?" Tara asked.
Ron could sense Kim's concern as she said, "Tara, what did you do?"
"Hello, ladies!" Ron called out.
Kim turned around and gasped at what Ron was wearing. A Middleton High Cheer Jacket. There were few people who would give Ron a jacket and judging on the fact that Tara seemed to be Ron-fatuated, Kim had no doubt that Tara was the one who sent the gift. Plus, the way Tara smiled at Ron kind of gave things away.
Kim shrugged to herself as she pulled out the materials needed for the lesson. Well, I guess we'll have to see if Ron likes Tara like that. It seems like a good fit anyways. I'll have to be sure Ron doesn't blow it by doing something stupid.
Ron sat down and stared at Kim, refraining from taking notes and causing eyes to rise in suspicion. It was too early to get serious. I know you think I'm going to blow it, Kim, but trust me. Ron-man isn't going to rush things and he's going to follow the rules.
"Who gave you that?" Bonnie demanded as she stared at Ron's jacket. "You shouldn't even have one."
A grin broke across Ron's face before he could stop it. "Well, I am on the team."
"As the mascot, not an actual team member," Bonnie sniped.
Ron waved off her concern and slouched back in the desk right as the teacher entered the classroom. Much to Ron's annoyance, it was Mr. Barkin. He soured. "Seriously?"
"Stoppable, so glad you could join us. I'll be taking over this class for Mrs. Slater." Mr. Barkin approached the chalkboard and wrote his name on the board, not that it was needed. Everyone knew who he was.
Ron masterfully made his way through the class, although he guaranteed on the way out that he wasn't going to look this over. As soon as the lunch bell rang, Ron exited the classroom without a word to anyone. He had not seen Andrew all day, which wasn't a surprise. Ron sat down with Kim, wishing that the month would end already and he could sit with Monique. She was moderately popular and it would allow himself to seat himself with Bonnie, Tara, and...well, just them. The other jocks could be a pain in the arse.
Kim took a seat besides him and they began eating whatever qualified as food. Ron sighed as he picked his lunch. This food, if you could even call it that, was a joke. Thank goodness Double Cheese Pizza day was soon. Luckily, the school had a vending machine, even if it was in D-Hall.
"Here's Rufus," Kim said as she reached into her pocket and withdrew the naked mole rat. Rufus cheered at seeing Ron before diving into Ron's lunch, which was okay with Ron. Kim shook her head in amusement at the sight. That little guy can really eat anything.
"Thanks, Kim." Ron examined the lunch room to see if he could spot Andrew. He finally did and his jaw dropped at the sight.
"Careful about the flies," Kim joked before turning her attention to where Ron had jaw-dropped. At the table with the jocks and cheerleaders was a crop of blue hair. Andrew was chatting with the other red-head cheerleader, Liz. The other jocks seemed comfortable in his presense. Kim's eyes scanned the table, surprised when she didn't see Bonnie. Surely Andrew knew what a horrible idea sitting at the popular table was, right?
"Way to go, Andrew!" Ron announced, proud at what things looked like. "Getting phone numbers already!"
Kim turned her attention back to lunch. Andrew is going to be a jock. This is good, right? Kim begrudingly ate her lunch, despite the fact that she would rather throw it away. She needed the energy for tonight's basketball game. Ron waved goodbye before catching up with Andrew.
Andrew glanced at Ron's pocket for a breif moment, taking note of Rufus being there before he greeted Ron.
With a grin on his face, Ron asked Andrew if he scored some digits. Andrew shook his head and rehased what happened at lunch. "Dude, this is good. It's early in the year and you're already making new friends. Go to the mall with them. Just be warned, they're probably only friendly to you because of popularity. They're sticklers for this Food Chain $h!. Just a warning."
Ron could tell by the look on Andrew's face that Andrew had no clue what Food Chain $h! meant. He nodded in response to Ron's remark. "So where did you get the new shirt?"
"I found at my doorstep. I later learned that it was Tara," Ron revealed. "At least this is comfortable. I'm not sure how she knows my shirt size." Ron stopped walking at as he arrived in front of a class that wasn't his, but rather Bonnie's class. Ron was up for a litle stupidity and playfulness. "I'll catch you later."
Andrew nodded, turned back and headed to his class. Ron waited for a brief moment before he sat down and did a double take. Even though he knew this wasn't his class, Ron asked, "Bonnie? What are you doing in my class?"
"Your class? This is my class."
"This is History," Ron declared.
"This is Chemistry," Bonnie retorted as she filed her nails.
"You think we have chemistry?" Ron asked, withholding a grin.
"Yes." Bonnie paused as what she said occurred to her. "I mean no. This is Chemistry class."
"If you ever want to hang out –"
"Why would I hang out with you? On second thought, don't answer that. I'll prove it to you." Bonnie grabbed Ron by the arm and showed him it was Chemistry. She then pointed down the hall to where Ron's history class.
"Oh! My bad." Ron gave a wave and left for his history class. He strolled in right as the late bell rang and chillaxed right on the desk. A couple more days of rattling Bonnie's emotions and then bingo bango – time to crumble the food chain and the timeline. Of course, this was a big change, which Ron intented to be careful of. If the chips fell in place too quickly, then alternate relationships and alternate situations would occur. However, as Ron so often heard from the Yamanuchi students, time wants to happen. What that means though, he has no idea.
Ron whipped out some paper and thought about how to deal with the upcoming events, such as meeting Monique, joining the cage with Pain King and Steel Toe, and Halloween – although this year, he wasn't going trick-or-treating and getting kidnapped by Duff Killigan. He should, however, figure out how to grab the Centurion project before the scientists. Chances were it was going to fall on Kim.
It was ironic how the truth could set you free, even if it felt as if it was a curse. The truth was what set Kim free from the project and the Truth Ray was kind of fun. There was no way that the truth would set Ron free this time, not with time travel thrown into the mix. He just hoped that he wouldn't have to tell his travels during the Truth Ray fiasco.
It was nearing the end of the day when Ron managed to run into Bonnie a second time. A grin appeared on Ron's face as he asked, "What's up, BonBon? Did you miss me?"
"Get real. Oh, also do me a favor and get a life," Bonnie snarked as she turned to walk away.
"Okay. I'll meet you and Tara there. Just text me the time!"
Bonnie turned and looked at Ron with a stupified expression. "What are you talking about?"
"You know, it occurs to me, BonBon-" Ron started.
"Don't call me that," Bonnie growled.
Ron continued on as if Bonnie hadn't commented, "That you're just jealous. You can't touch this because you're inadequate and weak-minded." He easily avoided the right hook Bonnie sent his way. "I am on Holy Ground and you just want to walk on it. You're trying to get my attention by calling me names, but in actuality, you like me because you're flirting with me."
"What?" Bonnie screeched, attracting the attention of passerby. The entire hallway, which had been chatting away froze.
Ron beamed at the attention as he continued on the offensive. "It's so obvious, why didn't I see it before?" Ron chuckled. "All those insults are really code. In this case, get a life means hang out at your place. So I will. Like I said, just bring Tara. That is, unless the two of you want to do it in the private of your bedroom."
Ron knew he was being gall, as the look on Bonnie's face made his behavior totally worth it. He felt guilty for throwing someone as innocent as Tara under the bus, but it was merely for the sake of breaking the food chain that Bonnie's sisters created. "This cannot be happening," Bonnie mumbled as she slumped up against a locker door to prevent her from falling down in disbelief.
Ron plunged ahead, planting the final nail in the coffin. He knew how Bonnie would react and wanted the entire school to see Bonnie brought to her knees. "I can assure you, my stuff is big. Everything is working in that department, B."
Ron was not surprised when Bonnie's face turned a lovely shade of green and she raced for the bathroom. He was, however, surprised when the motion caused her to upchuck right onto the tile floor. Bonnie passed the vomit in disgust and hurried into the bathroom. The hallway was silent, Ron proud of the chaos he had created, then...
"What's going on here?" Barkin's voice boomed throughout the hallway. In an instant, everyone resumed his or her activities, most of which involved heading to class.
In about two hours, I would be having dinner with the Possible family. First things first, I had to go to this basketball thing. Whatever basketball was. Ron never really mentioned it in the future, so I figured it wasn't that big of a deal. Seeing as how it stood between me and a dinner with Kim's parents, basketball seemed very important.
I found a seat several rows up, deciding that a good view would be beneficial. The game started a few minutes later and I watched as each team went up and down the court trying to score. The game was okay, but the scoring was a nuisance. It seemed as if one person didn't need to do anything to score a bucket. I didn't see how that was practical.
I didn't pay much attention to the second quarter, instead refraining from eating snacks before the dinner. Given my flower power, I required lots of food. Snacks usually helped, but since I was eating at the Possible's house tonight, I decided not to spend Ron's money.
It was nearing the end of the second quarter when I spotted her making her way several rows up. A collective cheer sounded all around right as she sat down in front of me, as the half had come to a close.
"A second time in under twelve hours," I greeted. "What luck! And you're just in time too."
Mrs. Possible turned around on the uncomfortable bleacher seat – the school really needs to fix that problem – and smiled. "So I haven't missed Ron?" she inquired, nearly shouting to be heard over all the other voices.
"Nope."
Any further comment was cut off as the lights focused on a door opposite the entrance and the announcer projected his voice across the stadium, telling people to put their hands together for the Middleton Mad Dog, which Mrs. Dr. Possible and I knew to be Ron. Ron let out a howl as he stormed over in his Mad Dog face mask, stole the basketball from the confused referee, and sent the referee and the ball flying several feet back. The cheers from the crowd told everyone what he or she thought about the act, the people cheering even louder as the Mad Dog sprayed some kind of foam over the crowd. Ron stopped briefly before storming back over to the cheerleaders and spraying Tara and Bonnie. We chuckled, despite recognizing the looks of pure, unadultered rage the cheerleaders sent Ron's way.
"He's better than I thought," I admitted, which was followed by Dr. Possible's agreement.
"I would hate to be the cheerleaders, though," Dr. Possible said as Bonnie chased the mascot off the court.
Middleton ended up winning the close game 65-62. As the fans departed, a majority talking animatedly about the game, Kim came out of the locker room dressed in her school clothes and her face broke into a grin as she crossed the court and hugged her mom.
"Mom, this is a surprise. Great game, huh?"
Dr. Possible agreed and then turned her attention to Ron who was dressed in a Middleton cheer jacket and his usual cargo pants. She smiled at Ron and offered him a ride home, which he accepted. Soon, all four of us were in Dr. Possible's car and on our way to Ron's house. I excused myself and headed with Ron inside, saying I needed to change clothes and pick something up before I arrived for the Possible's dinner.
Once inside, I called upon my flower powers and had it make Rhododendrons. Drakken was the person who taught me all about flowers and which flowers would work with what occasion when I was around ten. It took a while with these powers, but eventually I reached the point where I could summon any type of flower I wanted at will.
It took about a minute to change into something casual and then I headed over to the Possible's house, Ron staying home and likely exercising. I held the bundle of flowers in front of me as I knocked on the door and stared down at the driveway and waited.
A minute passed before the door opened, Mrs. Dr. Possible greeted me. Extending my hand forward, I told her these flowers were for her. Mrs. Dr. Possible smiled as she accepted the flowers and stepped back to allow me inside. As soon as I was inside, Jim, Tim, and Kim appeared.
"Whoa! Blue hair!" Jim exclaimed.
"Cool!" Tim said. The two of them then began asking him questions one right after the other, giving me no time to answer. I was a bit amused at the rapid fire questions. I would likely get to know them as time went on.
"Boys!" Mr. Dr. Possible warned.
"It's fine," I assured. "You'll get my life's story soon enough."
The six of us took a seat in the dining room where plates of lasagna lay on the table. The delicious meaty smell teased us men's nostrils, but we refrained from digging in until Kim and Mrs. Dr. Possible began to eat. The first few minutes was spent in relative silence.
Deciding she should be the one to start things off, Mrs. Dr. Possible said, "So Andrew, you were born in Japan, yes?"
"Yes, ma'am," I said.
"And evidently, you're Ron's friend. Where did you meet?"
"At the Middleton Mall. At the time, Ron had that haircut that he evidently didn't keep," I said, hoping my answers didn't come off as too rehearsed.
Mrs. Dr. Possible nodded to herself before falling silent again. Evidently, she was thinking about something. Possibly about my answers being rehearsed. She was a smart woman.
"Pardon me for asking," Dr. Possible interjected as he pointed a fork at Andrew, "but just what exactly are your intentions, young man?" Ignoring his daughter's protest, Mr. Dr. Possible continued. "Assuming Ron told you, anyone who doesn't treat my daughter right gets a one-way ticket to outer space. So what exactly are your intentions, young man?"
I finished the mouthful of lasagna before I tapped the fork on the table and mulled over my response. Truth be told, I had little idea on how I wanted to answer that. I didn't know the Kim of this time, only really learning about her from my parents. Kim was special, but it went beyond that. Thoughts of Kim influencing my parents came to mind. I thought about that Kim, the Kim that my parents saw and I saw the Kim at the table flesh into the woman who helped inspire Drakken. Finally,
"It should come as no surprise to you all that your daughter is a special girl. She's an inspiration, a role model, and a lot of people look up to her as an example. She is a hard-working, driven, she puts 100% into everything. I want Kim to see herself the way my parents did, someone who helps not just others, but the world. That is the Kim I want to know. The only intentions I have at the moment is to be your daughter's friend, sir."
And it was true. I wasn't sure what feelings I felt toward Kim, but it wasn't love. It was more so the feeling one has when they meet their idol for the first time. Respect. Would it grow into something more? Possibly, but I had no intention of rushing things.
Mr. Dr. Possible smiled in content as he leaned back in his seat and continued his dinner, pleased with the response I gave. Mrs. Dr. Possible exchanged glances with Kim before both settled back into eating dinner.
Inside her station wagon, Anne stared ahead, her hands on the wheel. Anne knew she had two choices. She could either head home and make some type of dinner or head to Middleton High to watch her daughter perform. After juggling these two options and weighing the pros and cons, Anne started up her car and drove to the High School. She arrived shortly before half-time and took a seat next to some parents several rows up. A collective cheer sounded all around Mrs. Possible as the half came to a close.
"A second time in under twelve hours," a voice announced from behind her. "What luck! And you're just in time too."
Mrs. Possible turned around on her uncomfortable bleacher seat and smiled at Andrew. "So I haven't missed Ron?" she inquired, nearly shouting to be heard over all the other voices.
"Nope."
Any further comment was cut off as the lights focused on a door opposite the entrance and the announcer projected his voice across the stadium, telling people to put their hands together for the Middleton Mad Dog, which Andrew and Mrs. Dr. Possible knew to be Ron. Ron let out a howl as he stormed over in his Mad Dog face mask, stole the basketball from the confused referee, and sent the referee and the ball flying several feet back. The cheers from the crowd told everyone what he or she thought about the act, the people cheering even louder as the Mad Dog sprayed some kind of foam over the crowd. He stopped briefly before storming back over to the cheerleaders and spraying Tara and Bonnie. Dr. Possible chuckled, despite recognizing the looks of pure, unadultered rage the cheerleaders sent Ron's way.
"He's better than I thought," Andrew admitted, which was followed by Dr. Possible's agreement.
"I would hate to be the cheerleaders, though," Dr. Possible said as Bonnie chased the mascot off the court.
Middleton ended up winning the close game 65-62, holding off a late rally by the opposing team. As the fans departed, a majority talking animatedly about the game, Kim came out of the locker room dressed in her school clothes and her face broke into a grin as she crossed the court and hugged her mom.
"Mom, this is a surprise. Great game, huh?"
Dr. Possible agreed and then turned her attention to Ron who was dressed in a Middleton cheer jacket and his usual cargo pants. She smiled at the guy who was a third son in so many regards and offered him a ride home, which he accepted. Soon, all four of them were in Dr. Possible's car and on their way to Ron's house. Andrew excused himself and headed with Ron inside, saying he needed to change clothes and pick something up before he arrived for the Possible's dinner.
Dr. Possible arrived home to the smell of something home-cooked. The three siblings headed into the living room, Kim stopping on her way upstairs to most likely freshen up. Frowning, Dr. Possible headed into the kitchen and the frown turned upside down when she saw her husband by the oven.
"Lasagna. I hope you don't mind," Mr. Dr. Possible said as he took the lasagna out of the oven. "Anything else I need to put on?"
Dr. Possible assured her husband that he did an excellent job and kissed him. A minute later, the special visitor arrived.
Knock knock.
"That must be him," Mrs. Dr. Possible stated as she left the kitchen. Knowing Jim and Tim would follow, no doubt wanting to meet Kim's 'boyfriend', Mrs. Dr. Possible ordered her sons to retrieve Kim from upstairs. The boys weren't pleased, but one withering glare had them both hurrying upstairs. "Andrew," Mrs. Dr. Possible greeted.
"These are for you," Andrew said as he extended a bundle of flowers to Kim's mom. "They're Rhododendrons."
Mrs. Dr. Possible smiled as she accepted the flowers and stepped back to allow Andrew inside. As soon as he was inside, Jim, Tim, and Kim appeared. Kim did not comment on Andrew's appearance, as she already met him. Jim and Tim on the other hand…
"Whoa! Blue hair!" Jim exclaimed.
"Cool!" Tim said. The two of them then began asking him questions one right after the other, giving Andrew no time to answer.
"Boys!" Mr. Dr. Possible warned.
"It's fine," Andrew assured. "You'll get my life's story soon enough."
The six of them took a seat in the dining room where plates of lasagna lay on the table. The delicious meaty smell teased the men's nostrils, but they did not dig in until Kim and Mrs. Dr. Possible began to eat. The first few minutes was spent in relative silence.
Deciding she should be the one to start things off, Mrs. Dr. Possible said, "So Andrew, you were born in Japan, yes?"
"Yes, ma'am," Andrew said.
"And evidently, you're Ron's friend. Where did you meet?"
"At the Middleton Mall. At the time, Ron had that haircut that he evidently didn't keep," Andrew said.
Mrs. Dr. Possible nodded to herself, noticing that the answers seemed precise, almost as if he had rehearsed for the dinner. She told herself to talk about that with Kim as soon as the dinner was over.
"Pardon me for asking," Dr. Possible interjected as he pointed a fork at Andrew, "but just what exactly are your intentions, young man?" Ignoring Kim's protest, Mr. Dr. Possible continued. "Assuming Ron told you, anyone who doesn't treat my daughter right gets a one-way ticket to outer space. So what exactly are your intentions, young man?"
Andrew finished the mouthful of lasagna before he tapped his fork on the table as he mulled over his response. The family waited with bated breath. Finally, "It should come as no surprise to you all that your daughter is a special girl. She's an inspiration, a role model, and a lot of people look up to her as an example. She is a hard-working, driven, she puts 100% into everything. I want Kim to see herself the way my parents did, someone who helps not just others, but the world. That is the Kim I want to know. The only intentions I have at the moment is to be your daughter's friend, sir."
Mr. Dr. Possible smiled in content as he leaned back in his seat and continued his dinner, pleased with the response he received. Mrs. Dr. Possible exchanged glances with Kim, both of them agreeing that Andrew would stick around for a while.
Kim Possible hated Bonnie Rockwaller. Ever since Kim started to go on missions, Bonnie would ridicule and poke fun at her, always looking for some edge to attack Kim. Kim never thought positively about her rival. Bonnie couldn't think positively about Kim either. Kim reminded Bonnie of her sisters, Connie and Lonnie, sisters who always criticized her clothes, her hair, her boyfriend, anything really. According to Bonnie, Kim needed to grow up.
"What?" Bonnie screeched, attracting the attention of passerby. The entire hallway, which had been chatting away froze.
Kim turned and saw an expression on Ron that she was not familiar with. Nor did she particularly like. "It's so obvious, why didn't I see it before?" Ron chuckled. "All those insults are really code. In this case, get a life means hang out at your place. So I will. Like I said, just bring Tara. That is, unless the two of you want to do it in the private of your bedroom."
Kim's jaw nearly hit the floor. Was Ron insinuating that Bonnie and Tara were a couple? That's what it sounded like. However, there was nothing to indicate that was the case. Besides, if Tara was a le...le...that word, then surely she would know about it, right?
"This cannot be happening," Bonnie mumbled as she slumped up against a locker door to prevent her from falling down in disbelief.
Ron plunged ahead, twisting the invisible knife further against Bonnie's ribcage. "I can assure you, my stuff is big. Everything is working in that department, B."
Kim was not surprised when Bonnie's face turned a lovely shade of green and she raced for the bathroom. She was, however, surprised when the motion caused Bonnie to upchuck right onto the tile floor. Bonnie passed the vomit in disgust and hurried into the bathroom. The hallway was silent, Ron proud of the chaos he had created, Kim annoyed that Ron was giving Bonnie so much attention – even if that attention happened to be negative – then...
"What's going on here?" Barkin's voice boomed throughout the hallway. In an instant, everyone resumed his or her activities, most of which involved heading to class. As Ron was in her next class, Kim knew she needed to talk about his gall behavior. Seriously, it was as if Ron was not his usual goofy self.
"Care to explain what that was Ron?" Kim snipped.
Ron turned to Kim with a pleased smile on his face. "What what was?"
"The hallway, Bonnie, you."
"Just setting the record straight."
Kim frowned. How? Was Ron going to elaborate on that? And what about insinuating that Tara was a le...le...that word? He was ruining a kind girl's high school career.
"Kim, you know my motto: Never Be Normal. I'm revolutionizing high school! I'm taking that food chain [censored] down!" Ron all but screamed that last part.
"And Tara?"
"She'll thank me. Eventually. So will Bonnie."
Kim shook her head slowly. Ron was assinine. Plus, he was giving Bonnie attention she didn't deserve. "Ron," Kim growled, "You're ruining a kind girl's high school career."
"The road to good intentions are often filled with pitfalls. Besides, everyone knows the rumor is false, so what's the harm?" What Ron didn't add was that his Mystical Monkey Power was powerful enough to erase a person's memories, not that he intended on using them.
Kim opened her mouth to retort, but the teacher entered and all conversation ceased. Thankfully, the teacher was someone other than Barkin. Kim tapped her fingers against the desk in impatience as she paid attention to Ron instead of the class. What was going on with Ron? He had been acting weird ever since his joining the cheer squad as a mascot. And how he was goading Bonnie and flirting with her, something he never did before then. Something was definitely going on with him and it was discouraging. Ron liked to keep to himself and shy away from the spotlight. That had always been him. But now he was flirting with cheerleaders and speaking up for himself? Something wasn't adding up.
Kim stood up after the bell rang to talk to Ron about his behavior, only the teenage sidekick was gone. Weird. He was just here. Kim searched for Ron for twenty minutes during the end of the day before she decided she had enough and left to do some homework. Ron would be at the game anyways. After all, he was a mascot.
Shortly before the basketball game started, Kim called all her cheerleaders together and noticed one of her teammates wasn't there. Frowning, she did a quick head count and turned to Liz, as she often hung with Marcella. "Have you seen Marcella today?" Kim asked.
"She mentioned something about a family member in the hospital," Liz spoke up.
Kim nodded, figuring everything would be fine one lady down. She turned to her rival and noted that she and Tara were avoiding the other cheerleader's gazes. Kim frowned and opened her mouth to say something but Jessica beat her to it.
"So you and Tara…"
"Completely false!" Bonnie snapped. "The loser made that up. Now stop staring at us!"
"Sorry," Jessica mumbled, sheepishly avoiding everyone's glances at her.
Deciding the cheerleaders needed to get their head in the game, Kim led her squad through stretches and the like. It did not even occur to her to see where Ron might be until Ron showed up with his mascot mask on. At least it wasn't Bonnie's mask. That was still weird.
"You're late," Kim noted.
"I know. I'm right on time for the act," Ron informed.
Any further comment was cut off as Kim and the cheerleaders had to get into position. A short time later, the lights dimmed and focused on a door opposite the entrance and the announcer projected his voice across the stadium, telling people to put their hands together for the Middleton Mad Dog. Ron let out a howl as he stormed over in his Mad Dog face mask, stole the basketball from the confused referee, and sent the referee and the ball flying several feet back. The cheers from the crowd told everyone what he or she thought about the act, the people cheering even louder as the Mad Dog sprayed some kind of foam over the crowd. He stopped briefly before storming back over to the cheerleaders and spraying Tara and Bonnie. Kim grunted and tapped her foot in impatience as she took note of the looks of pure, unadultered rage the cheerleaders sent Ron's way.
"That's it!" Bonnie screeched as she wiped the bannana foam off her face. "Time for you to play dead!" She then proceeded to chase Ron out of the gymnasium and into the hallway. Now gone three members of the cheer squad, Kim noticed her squad walking off and followed suit into the locker room to change, disappointed at the lackluster performance. Bonnie eventually showed back up, changed, and glared at Kim on the way out, as if Ron's behavior was somehow Kim's fault.
Kim ended up joining the other Middleton ended up winning the close game 65-62. As the fans departed, a majority talking animatedly about the game, Kim came out of the locker room and her face broke into a grin as she crossed the court and hugged her mom.
"Mom, this is a surprise. Great game, huh?"
Dr. Possible agreed and then turned her attention to Ron who was dressed in a Middleton cheer jacket and his usual cargo pants. She smiled and offered him a ride home, which he accepted. Soon, all four of them were in Dr. Possible's car and on their way to Ron's house. Andrew excused himself and headed with Ron inside, saying he needed to change clothes and retrieve something before he arrived for the dinner.
The Possible family arrived home to the smell of something home-cooked. Kim noticed that her dad was home and making something, no doubt saving everyone the time of preparing dinner. Mrs. Dr. Possible was grateful for that. Jim and Tim headed into the living room while Kim headed to the upstairs bathroom to compose herself. A minute later, the special visitor arrived.
Knock knock.
Kim took a deep breath as she prepared herself for this dinner. She knew that this dinner was an interrogation for her parents to question Andrew's motives and to figure out whatever else they wanted about him. She appreciated Andrew taking a big risk and meeting her parents first instead of the other way around. Kim suspected the situation of meeting the parents would be awkward for her. At least, she wouldn't need to answer all those embarrasing questions.
Jim and Tim were hounding Andrew with questions when Kim arrived to greet him. She spotted flowers in her mom's hands and suspected that was what Andrew went back for.
"Boys!" Mr. Dr. Possible warned.
"It's fine," Andrew assured. "You'll get my life's story soon enough."
The six of them took a seat in the dining room where plates of lasagna lay on the table. The delicious meaty smell teased the men's nostrils, but they did not dig in until Kim and Mrs. Dr. Possible began to eat. The first few minutes was spent in relative silence.
Deciding she should be the one to start things off, Mrs. Dr. Possible said, "So Andrew, you were born in Japan, yes?"
"Yes, ma'am," Andrew said.
"And evidently, you're Ron's friend. Where did you meet?"
"At the Middleton Mall. At the time, Ron had that haircut that he evidently didn't keep," Andrew said.
Kim held back a frown, noticing that the answers Andrew gave seemed almost rehearsed. Sparing a glance at her mom, Kim noticed she was thinking along the same lines.
"Pardon me for asking," Dr. Possible interjected as he pointed a fork at Andrew, "but just what exactly are your intentions, young man?" Kim opened her mouth to protest, but her dad held up his hand, effictively cutting Kim's remark off. Mr. Dr. Possible continued, "Assuming Ron told you, anyone who doesn't treat my daughter right gets a one-way ticket to outer space. So what exactly are your intentions, young man?"
Andrew finished the mouthful of lasagna before he tapped his fork on the table as he mulled over his response. Kim waited with bated breath, curious as to what Andrew was going to say. As Andrew was Ron's friend, Kim suspected she would be spending a lot of time with Andrew. She hoped he held good intentions. Finally, Andrew looked the family in the eyes.
"It should come as no surprise to you all that your daughter is a special girl. She's an inspiration, a role model, and a lot of people look up to her as an example. She is a hard-working, driven, she puts 100% into everything. I want Kim to see herself the way my parents did, someone who helps not just others, but the world. That is the Kim I want to know. The only intentions I have at the moment is to be your daughter's friend, sir."
Mr. Dr. Possible smiled in content as he leaned back in his seat and continued his dinner, pleased with the response he received. Mrs. Dr. Possible exchanged glances with Kim, both of them agreeing that Andrew would stick around for a while.
"So tell us about your parents. The adopted ones," Mrs. Dr. Possible said.
"Honestly," Andrew leaned back in his chair. "Lousy. They're gone just about all the time. I only ever see them in the morning. They always leave pretty punctually. I guess they're government."
"And your other parents?" Kim asked.
"Well, mom was a skilled pilot who flew in those kamikaze aircrafts. She was also a Black belt and all around badass. My dad was... diverse. He was a scientist, an inventor, a government agent, tons of things. He taught me and my sister everything about flowers and gardening."
"You have a sister?" Jim or Tim asked, perking up at this.
"I had one. The Prime Minister made it so she's never coming home again."
Andrew's cold, yet firm tone caused a pause to its way across the table before Mrs. Dr. Possible broke the silence once again. "Sorry about your sister. So Andrew, what's your favorite type of science subject? Neurology? Medicine?"
Kim's head slammed against the table as Andrew confessed he was a little interested in Neurology. The Tweebs had the right idea and exited the dinner table, leaving Mr. Dr. Possible to clean everything up. Kim remained at the table for a while before she left to help her dad clean up dishes. All the science talk was driving Kim insane.
Mr. Dr. Possible turned to Kim once the dishes were done and then turned back to the sink. Kim bit her lip before she decided to take the plunge. "So what do you think?" she asked, masking her nervousness.
Mr. Dr. P's first thought was to mention a black hole, but seeing his daughter's expression, he refrained from doing so. "He's not bad. Although, I do caution restraint."
"You don't have to worry about that, dad," Kim assured.
"Good." Mr. Dr. Possible beamed and shot a look at Kim. Kim beamed as well.
"Thanks for the dinner, but I had best be getting home," Andrew stated as he approached Kim and Mr. Dr. Possible in the kitchen.
"It was a pleasure having you. And I… I'm sorry," Mr. Dr. Possible Possible said as he shook hands with Andrew.
"About what?" Andrew asked.
"Your sister. What was her name?"
"Sheena."
Kim paused in her action, about to hug Andrew when the name struck a chord in her. That sounded too much like Shego. Kim relaxed. It's just a coincidence. That would mean Andrew is related to Shego, but he isn't because he doesn't have the glow.
Misinterpreting the pause as confusion for what to do, Andrew gave Kim a fist bump and headed to leave. Mrs. Dr. Possible noticed Kim glancing at Andrew as he walked away and motioned with her eyes for Kim to follow him.
Kim let out a lengthy exasperated sigh as she studied her mom before she nodded. Might as well go for it. It's not like anyone's going to mad at for it."Andrew, wait!"
Andrew turned on his way out the door to face his role model. "What's up, Kim?"
This is probably going to be the biggest mistake ever, but I'll never know if I don't ask. "Andrew, you're a special guy," Kim started.
"Go on," Andrew ordered.
"Do you... have any plans tomorrow?" Kim questioned. Please say no. Please say no. Please say no.
Andrew shrugged indifferently. "Shopping in the morning with the jocks. I'm going to be joining ice hockey. Why do you ask?"
"I uh was wondering if…" Kim paused, trying to conquer her nervousness.
"If I would what?" Andrew pressed.
"If you wanted to do that again sometime, only no parents or my crazy brothers."
Andrew turned to Kim with a smile on his face. "Sure. I don't see why not. Besides, as mom was always so fond of saying,"There are many ways of moving forward, but only one way of standing still." With that, Andrew waved goodbye and retreated into Ron's house. Kim headed back to her house, pleased the dinner had gone well.
A/N: It's finally over. So sorry you had to read all the back and forth. It's the last time I am going to write something like that, as well as try it. I swear. I didn't know how to end the chapter. As this chapter took so long, I'm headed back later on to fix any mistakes. Unfortunately, next chapter isn't a continuation of this, but things are moving forward to the next episode. Next up: fake wrestling and Monique.
