Disclaimer: DON'T OWN KIM POSSIBLE, JUST LOVE THE SHOW!
And forgive me if the story is slow or lame, I just came back from a slumber party and I'm half asleep.
Poor Kimmie!
Kim turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her face.
"Come on, Kim! You don't like Ron! You can't like Ron, because Ron is . . Ron!"
Suddenly her Kimmunicator beeped. Pulling it out of her cargo pants pocket, she said: "What up, Wade?"
"Hey, Kim!" The ten year old answered, then went straight to point of his call. "There are reports of some disturbances coming from the North Pole. There are photos of the makings of a giant laser there!"
"No idea who's doing it?"
"Not yet, but I'm working on it."
"Okay, thanks, Wade!"
Kim rushed out of the bathroom and ran to her locker. As she did, her eye caught Tara still talking to Ron. Kim scowled as she began to stuff her things into her backpack. When she finished she slammed the locker door shut and stalked over to Ron.
"Come on, Ron!" She said as she grabbed his arm and dragged him out the door.
"What's up, KP?"
"We've got a mission. There's something going on up at the North Pole."
Ron gasped. "Someone's trying to take over Santa's enterprise! I bet it's one of Santa's helpers gone bad!" Kim rolled her eyes. She always found Ron's odd way of reasoning annoying, but then, that's what made him so unique.
Suddenly Tara walked past and gave a flirtatious wave to Ron. Ron made googly eyes back at her. Kim growled in frustration.
"What are you so tweaked about?" Ron asked Kim, noticing her scowl.
"I am not tweaked!"
"Oh, yes you are tweaked!"
"I AM NOT TWEAKED!!"
"Fine," said Ron putting a hand on her shoulder, "you are not tweaked." Ron's touch sent a delightful chill up her spine. Kim forced down the urge to wrap her arms around Ron's neck and instead gently removed his hand.
"Are you sure you're allright?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm fine!"
"Okay, it's just that you are sort of acting like you did when I got that new hair-cut."
"NO I'M NOT!"
Ron glanced at his pet naked mole rat, Rufus, that poked his head out of Ron's pocket.
"Must be a girl thing, Rufus." Rufus nodded in agreement.
And forgive me if the story is slow or lame, I just came back from a slumber party and I'm half asleep.
Poor Kimmie!
Kim turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her face.
"Come on, Kim! You don't like Ron! You can't like Ron, because Ron is . . Ron!"
Suddenly her Kimmunicator beeped. Pulling it out of her cargo pants pocket, she said: "What up, Wade?"
"Hey, Kim!" The ten year old answered, then went straight to point of his call. "There are reports of some disturbances coming from the North Pole. There are photos of the makings of a giant laser there!"
"No idea who's doing it?"
"Not yet, but I'm working on it."
"Okay, thanks, Wade!"
Kim rushed out of the bathroom and ran to her locker. As she did, her eye caught Tara still talking to Ron. Kim scowled as she began to stuff her things into her backpack. When she finished she slammed the locker door shut and stalked over to Ron.
"Come on, Ron!" She said as she grabbed his arm and dragged him out the door.
"What's up, KP?"
"We've got a mission. There's something going on up at the North Pole."
Ron gasped. "Someone's trying to take over Santa's enterprise! I bet it's one of Santa's helpers gone bad!" Kim rolled her eyes. She always found Ron's odd way of reasoning annoying, but then, that's what made him so unique.
Suddenly Tara walked past and gave a flirtatious wave to Ron. Ron made googly eyes back at her. Kim growled in frustration.
"What are you so tweaked about?" Ron asked Kim, noticing her scowl.
"I am not tweaked!"
"Oh, yes you are tweaked!"
"I AM NOT TWEAKED!!"
"Fine," said Ron putting a hand on her shoulder, "you are not tweaked." Ron's touch sent a delightful chill up her spine. Kim forced down the urge to wrap her arms around Ron's neck and instead gently removed his hand.
"Are you sure you're allright?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm fine!"
"Okay, it's just that you are sort of acting like you did when I got that new hair-cut."
"NO I'M NOT!"
Ron glanced at his pet naked mole rat, Rufus, that poked his head out of Ron's pocket.
"Must be a girl thing, Rufus." Rufus nodded in agreement.