"I cannot believe this is happening!" Wade groaned. "Please tell me this is some kind of a joke!"

"Nope." Kim shook her head.

"So, why do you need my help?" Wade asked, not really wanting an answer.

"I need you to get him to like me."

"Uhhh. last time I checked, he was your best friend. He already likes you!"

"You know what I mean!"

"Kim, you have to remember, I'm ten years old! I just recently figured out that girls don't have cooties! I don't think I'll be much of a help."

"Fine! Be that way!" she said angrily. She punched the 'off' button and tossed the Kimmunicator into her locker, barely missing the monitor.

"Woah! Someone's a little angry."

Kim turned around. "Ron! I thought you were going to look for a date!"

Ron looked at the ground. "Aww, who am I kidding? Like I could really get a date."

Kim put her hands on Ron's shoulders. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Ron. You're a nice guy."

"Yeah, nice. Good ol' Ron. Nice guys don't get girls, KP, gorgeous jock guys get girls."

"Hey, whaddya say I take you to the dance? We'll have a blast!"

Ron pushed Kim away gently. "Thanks, but no thanks, KP. I'm not in need of a charity date. I'll just sit at home and watch wrestling next Friday. It won't be anything new."

Kim frowned as she watched Ron walk down the hall. She sank down against the lockers. "Oh, Ron," she said to herself, "if you only knew."

A/N: Yeah, these chapters are kinda short for my style, but it's really hard for me to come up with a lot at one time for some reason....