A/N: Nope, I do not own Kim Possible. *Author starts muttering evilly*
"Aren't you even going to talk to her?" Zane asked following Naomi into their flat.
"Nope." She replied throwing her bag into her room.
"She might not even be here for long! This is your only chance to ask her anything you want!" Zane said following her into their kitchen.
"And I have nothing to say to her." Naomi groaned opening the fridge.
"Won't you please talk to her?" Zane pleaded.
"No." She growled shutting the fridge and picking up the phone.
"Not even for your own sake? I know you'll regret not talking to her!" Zane insisted.
"Hello? Bueno Nacho? Yes, I'd like a double order of Nacos and two orders of Nachos with as much Diablo sauce as you can manage. Yeah, 145 plaza terrace flats. Thanks." Naomi said into the phone while vigorously shaking her head at Zane to let him know that she'd talk to Kim Possible when hell froze over.
"Not even for you mother's sake?" Zane asked following Naomi to the sofa.
"Definitely not." She snapped back.
"I'll help you with your math homework if you talk to her! I'll do your math homework if you talk to her!" Zane added undeterred.
"Look, Zane. It's NOT going to happen, ok?" Naomi said through gritted teeth as she turned to face him.
"No, not ok! Look, will you please talk to her? You don't have to like her or anything, just talk to her." Zane sighed looking at her.
"Which part of "no" don't you understand?!" She growled angrily at him.
"I think it's the "no" bit. Come on, please?" He asked pleadingly. "For me?" He asked softly, stepping closer to her. Naomi looked away, she wished he hadn't said that last bit.
"Please Nay." He whispered, gently pulling her face towards him. She refused to answer.
"Please please please please." He begged.
"Zane." Naomi sighed in frustration.
"For me?" He asked again pouting pathetically.
"Oh. FINE! But I'm not going to like it, and it'll only be for one day!" She snapped irritated. Zane laughed and grabbed her in a hug.
"I knew you loved me!" He grinned happily. Just then the doorbell rang,
"Gee, Bueno Nacho are fast." Zane said walking to the door and opening it. Kim and Ron stood there expectantly.
"Whoa, convenient or what? Hey! Naomi!" Zane shouted across the room.
"What?" Naomi asked getting up.
"Oh. It's you." Naomi said seeing Kim.
"Yeah, as Naomi said, come on in." Zane smiled raising an eyebrow at Naomi.
"Dude, you two live together?" Ron asked walking in.
"Yeah, it's a long story." Zane shrugged closing the door.
"I'm sorry if I ruined you mission Naomi, I was just trying to help." Kim sighed looking at the girl who was apparently her daughter.
"Yeah well you should be, Senõr Senior Senior could have gotten away." Naomi growled.
"You know, back in my time, he was Senõr Senior Junior." Kim said trying to make conversation.
"Oh wow." Naomi said sarcastically.
"What's that whirring sound?" Ron asked looking around the room.
"You know, I made the effort to come all the way over here and see you Naomi, you could be a little nicer." Kim shot back.
"No, really what is that whirring sound?" Ron asked getting worried.
"Oh, and so one little visit is supposed to make up for sixteen years of you not being here?!" Naomi snapped.
"Where is that coming from?" Zane asked walking over to the window where Ron was standing.
"Look, I haven't even done anything yet!" Kim shouted annoyed. Suddenly the big window in Naomi and Zane's flat smashed and two metal tentacles burst through the window and grabbed Ron and Zane, who screamed and flailed madly trying to get Kim and Naomi to notice them.
"Oh! And THAT'S supposed to make me feel any better?!" Naomi screamed back over all the noise.
"WILL YOU TWO KEEP IT DOWN?!" Naomi and Kim shrieked at the other half of the room. The two girls stood in silence for a second, both seeing their best friends gone, both seeing the retreating ship flying away, both taking in account of the damage done and finally, both coming to the same conclusion.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Kim and Naomi shouted at each other.
"Aren't you even going to talk to her?" Zane asked following Naomi into their flat.
"Nope." She replied throwing her bag into her room.
"She might not even be here for long! This is your only chance to ask her anything you want!" Zane said following her into their kitchen.
"And I have nothing to say to her." Naomi groaned opening the fridge.
"Won't you please talk to her?" Zane pleaded.
"No." She growled shutting the fridge and picking up the phone.
"Not even for your own sake? I know you'll regret not talking to her!" Zane insisted.
"Hello? Bueno Nacho? Yes, I'd like a double order of Nacos and two orders of Nachos with as much Diablo sauce as you can manage. Yeah, 145 plaza terrace flats. Thanks." Naomi said into the phone while vigorously shaking her head at Zane to let him know that she'd talk to Kim Possible when hell froze over.
"Not even for you mother's sake?" Zane asked following Naomi to the sofa.
"Definitely not." She snapped back.
"I'll help you with your math homework if you talk to her! I'll do your math homework if you talk to her!" Zane added undeterred.
"Look, Zane. It's NOT going to happen, ok?" Naomi said through gritted teeth as she turned to face him.
"No, not ok! Look, will you please talk to her? You don't have to like her or anything, just talk to her." Zane sighed looking at her.
"Which part of "no" don't you understand?!" She growled angrily at him.
"I think it's the "no" bit. Come on, please?" He asked pleadingly. "For me?" He asked softly, stepping closer to her. Naomi looked away, she wished he hadn't said that last bit.
"Please Nay." He whispered, gently pulling her face towards him. She refused to answer.
"Please please please please." He begged.
"Zane." Naomi sighed in frustration.
"For me?" He asked again pouting pathetically.
"Oh. FINE! But I'm not going to like it, and it'll only be for one day!" She snapped irritated. Zane laughed and grabbed her in a hug.
"I knew you loved me!" He grinned happily. Just then the doorbell rang,
"Gee, Bueno Nacho are fast." Zane said walking to the door and opening it. Kim and Ron stood there expectantly.
"Whoa, convenient or what? Hey! Naomi!" Zane shouted across the room.
"What?" Naomi asked getting up.
"Oh. It's you." Naomi said seeing Kim.
"Yeah, as Naomi said, come on in." Zane smiled raising an eyebrow at Naomi.
"Dude, you two live together?" Ron asked walking in.
"Yeah, it's a long story." Zane shrugged closing the door.
"I'm sorry if I ruined you mission Naomi, I was just trying to help." Kim sighed looking at the girl who was apparently her daughter.
"Yeah well you should be, Senõr Senior Senior could have gotten away." Naomi growled.
"You know, back in my time, he was Senõr Senior Junior." Kim said trying to make conversation.
"Oh wow." Naomi said sarcastically.
"What's that whirring sound?" Ron asked looking around the room.
"You know, I made the effort to come all the way over here and see you Naomi, you could be a little nicer." Kim shot back.
"No, really what is that whirring sound?" Ron asked getting worried.
"Oh, and so one little visit is supposed to make up for sixteen years of you not being here?!" Naomi snapped.
"Where is that coming from?" Zane asked walking over to the window where Ron was standing.
"Look, I haven't even done anything yet!" Kim shouted annoyed. Suddenly the big window in Naomi and Zane's flat smashed and two metal tentacles burst through the window and grabbed Ron and Zane, who screamed and flailed madly trying to get Kim and Naomi to notice them.
"Oh! And THAT'S supposed to make me feel any better?!" Naomi screamed back over all the noise.
"WILL YOU TWO KEEP IT DOWN?!" Naomi and Kim shrieked at the other half of the room. The two girls stood in silence for a second, both seeing their best friends gone, both seeing the retreating ship flying away, both taking in account of the damage done and finally, both coming to the same conclusion.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Kim and Naomi shouted at each other.
