* * * Chapter Two! Woo-hoo! The plot thickens... Moohahaha! Keep R&Ring! * * *
They strolled down-town Middleton where a book store called, "Ever After" was crowded by brick buildings. Children circled a women reading a book. There were many things to do; puppet shows to watch, pudding to eat, and stories to be heard. It was near closing time when the two teenagers decided to leave.
"Did you have fun today, Kim?"
She nodded, approving, "That was the first time in a long time I've acted anywhere close to my age." She sighed recalling the many activities she has yet to complete. "I'm happy I listened to my friend and came."
Ivan chuckled, as his finger reared up his glasses to the arch of his nose, "So, you are happy? That's great." He paused resting his hands on her shoulders, they stood in the middle of the sidewalk, "Now, when you are older, you can tell everyone you met a boy in Romance and ended up happily Ever After."
* * *
"K.P.!" Ron greeted as Rufus munched on nochos.
Kim had a dreamy glaze as she seated herself in a booth at the Bueno Nocho.
"Hey Ron," she said.
He bites into his own creation, THE NACO, and continues to talk, "K.P.," chewing noises following, "you missed practice, are you okay-"
"Ron," she interrupts, " do you remember an Ivan-" her sentence in cut short by the chimes of the communicator. "Hey Wade, what's the stitch?"
Wade halts his typing to explain, "A plague of robberies have spread across every state of America," narrowing his eyes at his computer screen, "keep that in mind... I'll get back to you later."
Kim closes the compact and places it on the table just as Ivan enters glancing around feverishly. She waves her hand and calls his name. Ivan joins the two friends at their booth. Ron is a little cautionous of him, jealously most likely.
"Pew," Ron remarks, "Ivan you smell like old popcorn!"
Blushing slightly he replies, "I work at the cinema, I'm around the stuff all day."
Kim reassuringly pats his shoulder and smiles, "It's better than Naco fumes anyday."
* * *
"Kimmie," her father requests, "pass the salt."
Ron joins the Possible dinner table once again for a meal. Kim's family rushes through their dishes with chatter.
"Ivan Maide? He sounds nice, Kimmie," Doctor Possible coos.
Her siblings tease her with chanting, "Kim's got a boyfriend..."
Ron rolls his eyes and mumbles, "The guy isn't all that."
Kim shrugs, "Maybe he stuck your head in the sand box in Elementary? Is that why you're so upset?"
"What are you talking about?" A blank look crosses Ron's features.
"You do remember, don't you? Ivan was in our fourth grade class. He sat behind me-"
"Kim," Ron states, his eyebrows slanted upward, "you sat in the back of class... no one could sit behind you."
They strolled down-town Middleton where a book store called, "Ever After" was crowded by brick buildings. Children circled a women reading a book. There were many things to do; puppet shows to watch, pudding to eat, and stories to be heard. It was near closing time when the two teenagers decided to leave.
"Did you have fun today, Kim?"
She nodded, approving, "That was the first time in a long time I've acted anywhere close to my age." She sighed recalling the many activities she has yet to complete. "I'm happy I listened to my friend and came."
Ivan chuckled, as his finger reared up his glasses to the arch of his nose, "So, you are happy? That's great." He paused resting his hands on her shoulders, they stood in the middle of the sidewalk, "Now, when you are older, you can tell everyone you met a boy in Romance and ended up happily Ever After."
* * *
"K.P.!" Ron greeted as Rufus munched on nochos.
Kim had a dreamy glaze as she seated herself in a booth at the Bueno Nocho.
"Hey Ron," she said.
He bites into his own creation, THE NACO, and continues to talk, "K.P.," chewing noises following, "you missed practice, are you okay-"
"Ron," she interrupts, " do you remember an Ivan-" her sentence in cut short by the chimes of the communicator. "Hey Wade, what's the stitch?"
Wade halts his typing to explain, "A plague of robberies have spread across every state of America," narrowing his eyes at his computer screen, "keep that in mind... I'll get back to you later."
Kim closes the compact and places it on the table just as Ivan enters glancing around feverishly. She waves her hand and calls his name. Ivan joins the two friends at their booth. Ron is a little cautionous of him, jealously most likely.
"Pew," Ron remarks, "Ivan you smell like old popcorn!"
Blushing slightly he replies, "I work at the cinema, I'm around the stuff all day."
Kim reassuringly pats his shoulder and smiles, "It's better than Naco fumes anyday."
* * *
"Kimmie," her father requests, "pass the salt."
Ron joins the Possible dinner table once again for a meal. Kim's family rushes through their dishes with chatter.
"Ivan Maide? He sounds nice, Kimmie," Doctor Possible coos.
Her siblings tease her with chanting, "Kim's got a boyfriend..."
Ron rolls his eyes and mumbles, "The guy isn't all that."
Kim shrugs, "Maybe he stuck your head in the sand box in Elementary? Is that why you're so upset?"
"What are you talking about?" A blank look crosses Ron's features.
"You do remember, don't you? Ivan was in our fourth grade class. He sat behind me-"
"Kim," Ron states, his eyebrows slanted upward, "you sat in the back of class... no one could sit behind you."