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It was a slightly nippy night at the football field. The cheerleaders found themselves holding each other to keep their exposed bodies heated. Kim found herself inside Ron who was holding her close. That made her feel a little better. Bonnie however, was bracing the night weather alone.
"Girls! Girls!" Kim yelled deafeningly, clapping her hands above the roaring crowd. Ron grunted softly. "And Ron." She slipped out hastily. The cheerleaders were crowding around her. "It's almost halftime! It's Vaseline time!" Kim reminded them as they all lined up, complaining quietly. "Yuck," Tara remarked, "Remind me why we wear this stuff on our teeth again?" Kim opened her mouth to answer, but Bonnie answered for her . . .
"It's to remind you to smile." Bonnie said grinning gleefully. Kim and Bonnie did not have to wear the Vaseline. They always remembered. Kim had remained captain of the squad through her junior year up to her senior year. Bonnie recently was elected co-captain this year. Both of them had learned to tolerate the other although there was still that strong sense of friction.
At halftime a cheer dance was always preformed by the cheerleaders, where a cheer just became an entertaining routine. Being captain, Kim had the responsibility of creating the regular. This was her last season of cheerleading, her senior year, and Kim had put her heart and soul into every move. Kim even had the music composed by Scarlet. It was a hot and saucy Latina song. The beat was rapid and lively, just what the show needed, but the moves were going to be hotter.
Kim finished brushing Vaseline on a cheerleaders lips and one cheerleader mumbled, "My face hurts." Kim chuckled and patted her on the back, then quickly checked Ron's wristwatch. Three minutes till the performance. There wasn't much time left to stretch so Kim decided to skip it. "Okay girls, circle up for a uniform check!" Kim commanded as the girls made a giant circle. Bonnie and Kim examined each girl closely keeping their eye out for mismatched socks or the wrong hair tie. Ron always kept extra uniform garments in the pockets of his mascot uniform, this was the prime reason no girl would ever come unprepared. Kim gave Bonnie a thumbs up and it was time for Bonnie's pep-speech.
"Okay girls! We've been working this routine for a month now! Are we ready to sell this show?!" Bonnie was screaming at the top of her lungs. In response, the girls stomped and clapped. "Louder!" The girls thundered waving their pom-poms! "Louder!" The girls stomped so loud their feet felt waves of pain. "Now that's what I'm talking about!" Bonnie encouraged as she led the girls into line up and hurried next to Kim. Kim was in control again. Kim watched as the lights lowered and the field cleared out. It gave her an indescribable chill at the beginning. It was a rush of emotions. Kim loved that feeling but hated it just as much. However today she was going to take this feeling as a good sign, they were going to NAIL this performance. She just knew it. "Ron." She hissed to her friend, signaling it was time for him to take his place on the track. Ron smiled and whispered good luck to Kim and hugged her swiftly before rushing off. A heat wave passed through Kim's body. 'Relax,' she told herself, 'It's just nerves.' Kim breathed deep from her diaphragm and bellowed, "Okay girls, here we go now! 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8!" As the count concluded and the girls were running out onto the field, two by twos, Bonnie and Kim leading, smiling like crazy.
Then came Kim's favorite part; the booming announcer welcoming to them to the field, welcoming them to the stage. "Ladies and Gentleman may I direct your attention to the field where the Middleton cheerleaders take the spotlight!" The girls sprinted into a V formation, almost kicking their butt as they made their way to the position, it was perfect so far. Kim got to the front of the shape, spread her legs, and bowed her head. The girls eventually took their places and followed Kim's example.
"The squad is lead by a senior Kim Possible!" Kim would have smiled but she already was. She couldn't deny it; she was a definite spotlight hog. "The co-captain is senior Bonnie Rockwaller!" Kim heard some senior guys whistle at that last posting; she ignored it and noticed Ron had already started his little "gig". It was more than hilarious. Ron, being a mad dog, would get on all fours and run around the track and bark. That was Ron alright, the entertainer, sacrificing any sense of pride to the pleasure of the audience. Kim loved the fact that Ron had so much poise in himself. Sure, he got picked on, but he still had that originality that was just so admirable.
Now it was time. Kim eyed the marching band, sitting way back in the stands. The drum major saluted and Kim knew they were ready for the show, was she? Kim reached inside herself for that loud projecting voice so everyone could hear. It took a split second for her to find it. "Five, six, seven eight!" She counted the girls off before they sprung into action.
The percussion began soft and slow, eventually it began to crescendo louder into a fast paced beat. Kim knew the percussion section was loving the beat Scarlet had assigned them. Kim heard the light trills entering from the woodwinds and Kim began her portion of the routine by doing two cartwheels forward while the other cheerleaders collapsed the V shape into a single straight line. The traditional wave of pom-poms was next; Bonnie and Kim exited the line by back hand-springs.
After a few more light movements across the field, the saucy beat began to transition into one huge tango scene. Each girl was paired up and spinning around to the beat, however the spotlight was focused on Kim and her partner. Who was her partner? Her worst nightmare, the most beastly person Kim had ever come to know; She circled around her slowly. Yes that's right, Bonnie Rockwaller.
The girls hungrily glared at each other each making swift turns. Both girls added extra sway and hip to their movements. In the interim, the cheerleaders were waving tye-dyed flags in the air. Bonnie and Kim took hands and were both counting to each other breathlessly as they spun and dipped in their fast-paced tango scene.
The duo broke their dance and dropped to the dirty grass. Kim could feel the mud, and grime scraping up her fingernails. In complete unison, the two somersaulted, rolled, did splits, and crawled around, inviting the audience to the field. Kim could hear the boys whistling and yelling things; Kim had a feeling she'd attract this kind of audience. Bonnie gracefully made her way back over to the squad where they prepared for the final stunt. Kim took a few more somersaults to give her girls a moment to get prepared.
Kim did two forward flips onto the firm grasp of Bonnie and Tara's trusted hands. Kim felt the spotter grasp her around the waist and squeeze her tightly. The other girls did little high-kicks around the stunt as Kim was boosted up into the air. As she was lifted, she felt herself let go of the supporting cheerleaders holding her hands. Then by instinct she carefully balanced herself on one foot and placed herself into a high kick and smiled as the trumpets blasted stridently. Kim's smile had never been bigger.
The routine had finished the exact way she had wanted it. The audience looked astonished by their supreme talent. Kim stood there a moment breathless at the crowd. She had captured every eye on the field. Even of Ron, who was still running around the track, at a much slower pace now.
The drum major had ended the song, and the music had stopped. There was utter silence, not a person was cheering. It was bliss. Absolute bliss. Just then, there was a beep. Not a faint beep. A loud obnoxious, beep.
It took less than a second for Kim to realize it was her kimmunicator alerting her. But it was too late to answer it. The beep had distracted the squad and Tara had lost count. Tara released Kim's foot too early. Bonnie had not rotated back over to her spot as the side spotter. In that section was a patch of ground, open and waiting to break her fall.
Kim was forgotten and she hit the field before she could even grunt; her head hit first. The routine was over. And this time, it wasn't faultless. The squad immediately broke performance mode and was attentive to the inanimate Kim. But Ron was already at her side. Ron had predicted the event before it had occurred. He lifted the limp girl into his arms and the cheerleaders hurried after him. This time, they weren't in a perfect line. The audience was silent except for the constant beeping of the Kimmunicator.
It was a slightly nippy night at the football field. The cheerleaders found themselves holding each other to keep their exposed bodies heated. Kim found herself inside Ron who was holding her close. That made her feel a little better. Bonnie however, was bracing the night weather alone.
"Girls! Girls!" Kim yelled deafeningly, clapping her hands above the roaring crowd. Ron grunted softly. "And Ron." She slipped out hastily. The cheerleaders were crowding around her. "It's almost halftime! It's Vaseline time!" Kim reminded them as they all lined up, complaining quietly. "Yuck," Tara remarked, "Remind me why we wear this stuff on our teeth again?" Kim opened her mouth to answer, but Bonnie answered for her . . .
"It's to remind you to smile." Bonnie said grinning gleefully. Kim and Bonnie did not have to wear the Vaseline. They always remembered. Kim had remained captain of the squad through her junior year up to her senior year. Bonnie recently was elected co-captain this year. Both of them had learned to tolerate the other although there was still that strong sense of friction.
At halftime a cheer dance was always preformed by the cheerleaders, where a cheer just became an entertaining routine. Being captain, Kim had the responsibility of creating the regular. This was her last season of cheerleading, her senior year, and Kim had put her heart and soul into every move. Kim even had the music composed by Scarlet. It was a hot and saucy Latina song. The beat was rapid and lively, just what the show needed, but the moves were going to be hotter.
Kim finished brushing Vaseline on a cheerleaders lips and one cheerleader mumbled, "My face hurts." Kim chuckled and patted her on the back, then quickly checked Ron's wristwatch. Three minutes till the performance. There wasn't much time left to stretch so Kim decided to skip it. "Okay girls, circle up for a uniform check!" Kim commanded as the girls made a giant circle. Bonnie and Kim examined each girl closely keeping their eye out for mismatched socks or the wrong hair tie. Ron always kept extra uniform garments in the pockets of his mascot uniform, this was the prime reason no girl would ever come unprepared. Kim gave Bonnie a thumbs up and it was time for Bonnie's pep-speech.
"Okay girls! We've been working this routine for a month now! Are we ready to sell this show?!" Bonnie was screaming at the top of her lungs. In response, the girls stomped and clapped. "Louder!" The girls thundered waving their pom-poms! "Louder!" The girls stomped so loud their feet felt waves of pain. "Now that's what I'm talking about!" Bonnie encouraged as she led the girls into line up and hurried next to Kim. Kim was in control again. Kim watched as the lights lowered and the field cleared out. It gave her an indescribable chill at the beginning. It was a rush of emotions. Kim loved that feeling but hated it just as much. However today she was going to take this feeling as a good sign, they were going to NAIL this performance. She just knew it. "Ron." She hissed to her friend, signaling it was time for him to take his place on the track. Ron smiled and whispered good luck to Kim and hugged her swiftly before rushing off. A heat wave passed through Kim's body. 'Relax,' she told herself, 'It's just nerves.' Kim breathed deep from her diaphragm and bellowed, "Okay girls, here we go now! 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8!" As the count concluded and the girls were running out onto the field, two by twos, Bonnie and Kim leading, smiling like crazy.
Then came Kim's favorite part; the booming announcer welcoming to them to the field, welcoming them to the stage. "Ladies and Gentleman may I direct your attention to the field where the Middleton cheerleaders take the spotlight!" The girls sprinted into a V formation, almost kicking their butt as they made their way to the position, it was perfect so far. Kim got to the front of the shape, spread her legs, and bowed her head. The girls eventually took their places and followed Kim's example.
"The squad is lead by a senior Kim Possible!" Kim would have smiled but she already was. She couldn't deny it; she was a definite spotlight hog. "The co-captain is senior Bonnie Rockwaller!" Kim heard some senior guys whistle at that last posting; she ignored it and noticed Ron had already started his little "gig". It was more than hilarious. Ron, being a mad dog, would get on all fours and run around the track and bark. That was Ron alright, the entertainer, sacrificing any sense of pride to the pleasure of the audience. Kim loved the fact that Ron had so much poise in himself. Sure, he got picked on, but he still had that originality that was just so admirable.
Now it was time. Kim eyed the marching band, sitting way back in the stands. The drum major saluted and Kim knew they were ready for the show, was she? Kim reached inside herself for that loud projecting voice so everyone could hear. It took a split second for her to find it. "Five, six, seven eight!" She counted the girls off before they sprung into action.
The percussion began soft and slow, eventually it began to crescendo louder into a fast paced beat. Kim knew the percussion section was loving the beat Scarlet had assigned them. Kim heard the light trills entering from the woodwinds and Kim began her portion of the routine by doing two cartwheels forward while the other cheerleaders collapsed the V shape into a single straight line. The traditional wave of pom-poms was next; Bonnie and Kim exited the line by back hand-springs.
After a few more light movements across the field, the saucy beat began to transition into one huge tango scene. Each girl was paired up and spinning around to the beat, however the spotlight was focused on Kim and her partner. Who was her partner? Her worst nightmare, the most beastly person Kim had ever come to know; She circled around her slowly. Yes that's right, Bonnie Rockwaller.
The girls hungrily glared at each other each making swift turns. Both girls added extra sway and hip to their movements. In the interim, the cheerleaders were waving tye-dyed flags in the air. Bonnie and Kim took hands and were both counting to each other breathlessly as they spun and dipped in their fast-paced tango scene.
The duo broke their dance and dropped to the dirty grass. Kim could feel the mud, and grime scraping up her fingernails. In complete unison, the two somersaulted, rolled, did splits, and crawled around, inviting the audience to the field. Kim could hear the boys whistling and yelling things; Kim had a feeling she'd attract this kind of audience. Bonnie gracefully made her way back over to the squad where they prepared for the final stunt. Kim took a few more somersaults to give her girls a moment to get prepared.
Kim did two forward flips onto the firm grasp of Bonnie and Tara's trusted hands. Kim felt the spotter grasp her around the waist and squeeze her tightly. The other girls did little high-kicks around the stunt as Kim was boosted up into the air. As she was lifted, she felt herself let go of the supporting cheerleaders holding her hands. Then by instinct she carefully balanced herself on one foot and placed herself into a high kick and smiled as the trumpets blasted stridently. Kim's smile had never been bigger.
The routine had finished the exact way she had wanted it. The audience looked astonished by their supreme talent. Kim stood there a moment breathless at the crowd. She had captured every eye on the field. Even of Ron, who was still running around the track, at a much slower pace now.
The drum major had ended the song, and the music had stopped. There was utter silence, not a person was cheering. It was bliss. Absolute bliss. Just then, there was a beep. Not a faint beep. A loud obnoxious, beep.
It took less than a second for Kim to realize it was her kimmunicator alerting her. But it was too late to answer it. The beep had distracted the squad and Tara had lost count. Tara released Kim's foot too early. Bonnie had not rotated back over to her spot as the side spotter. In that section was a patch of ground, open and waiting to break her fall.
Kim was forgotten and she hit the field before she could even grunt; her head hit first. The routine was over. And this time, it wasn't faultless. The squad immediately broke performance mode and was attentive to the inanimate Kim. But Ron was already at her side. Ron had predicted the event before it had occurred. He lifted the limp girl into his arms and the cheerleaders hurried after him. This time, they weren't in a perfect line. The audience was silent except for the constant beeping of the Kimmunicator.