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"Rock and Roll": A Kim Possible Fanfic by AGFunkyMonk, extraordinare
Chapter 1: Keep Talking
Kim's POV
Monday. The worst day of the week. I guess it wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have a MONDO amount of homework and cheering practice all in one night. Aren't Mondays great? Oh well, no use stalling. I decided to get up from the kitchen table, find my backpack (which was thrown down on the floor the minute I got home from school), pick it up, walk back, and sit back down again.
I opened it up, pulled out my homework, and sighed. 'Algebra. My favorite subject...NOT,' I thought. 'If only I could have some kind of distraction.' Right after I flipped open my text book, the phone rang. "I'll get it!" I called out. My parents are already way busy so as it is, so why not give them a break? I picked up the phone, and uttered a tired "Hello..." It was Ron. Sure, he isn't Josh Mankey or anything, but he's a distraction nonetheless. "Hey, KP!" he shouted. I practically had to jerk my head away from the phone to keep my ears from exploding. "You'll never guess what I have!" I took a deep breath, and replied, "What, Ron? A gift certificate to Bueno Nacho or something?" "No way, Kim! Something totally better!" I could picture Ron hopping up and down in an idiotic frenzy as we speak. Hmmm..." I began. If it was better than free food at Bueno Nacho, it had to be good. "I give up. What is it?" I heard faint noises coming from the other line. Shouting, more like. "Uh, I'm at a pay phone," Ron stated, as if he could read my mind. "I don't have much time to talk. But what I called you up for is to tell you that I, Ron Stoppable, have in my possession two front row tickets to see Velvet Revolver at the Middleton Fairgrounds Saturday night! Wanna come?"
I wrinkled my face. 'Who's Velvet Revolver?' I pondered. 'Some psycho band, no doubt. They sound like a twisted spoof of GunsNRoses,'. "Who's Velvet Revolver?" I asked again, only this time over the phone. I got an instant reply from Ron. A shocked reply. "W..wuh? You don't know who Velvet Revolver is?! Kim, Kim, Kim. We have a lot of talking to do. Velvet Revolver is only the most talented new rock band since Alice in Chains!" I was pretty sure that Alice in Chains was a grunge band, but no use arguing. My thoughts were interrupted by Ron's annoyed shouts. "Listen buddy!" he yelled, "Sorry I don't have some supersonic speed! Give me a few more minutes and I'll be off the phone like that....oh, Kim. Sorry 'bout that. Some jerk keeps nagging me to use the phone. Listen, I gotta go. Any questions?" I thought that question over for a moment, and then replied, "Yeah..how'd you get these tickets?" There was a long silence, until Ron finally spoke again. "Uh, sorry KP. Can't say. It's confidential...I gotta jet, talk to you tomorrow at school, kay? Bye." He hung up before I was able to react to his sudden secrecy. I rolled my eyes, sat pack down, and started my homework.
Ron's POV
I hated to keep things from Kim like that, but I couldn't tell her how I got these awesome tickets. How did I get them you ask? Well, as I was walking to Bueno Nacho after school, Rufus just happened to pop out of my pocket, timing perfect. He spotted something lying on the ground, so I bent over to pick it up. I couldn't believe it. Two FRONT ROW TICKETS to go see my favorite band ever, Velvet Revolver! 'Man, am I lucky,'I thought. I ran the rest of the way to Bueno Nacho, and headed to the phone booth just outside the place to call Kim and tell her about my news. But then I realized that if she knew I found the tickets, she'd make me go looking for the rightful owner, and give them back. And, you know, a good looking guy like me loves to follow the whole "Right Thing to Do" stuff, but a guy just doesn't tell his best friend this kind of stuff, even if it is" his best friend. I mean, would King Kong tell Godzilla that his soft underbelly was the key to his downfall? I don't think so.
So here I am now, with some awesome tickets to an awesome band's concert. But one question still remains, and not even Rufus can answer it: What would somebody be doing walking around with two EXPENSIVE tickets to a concert five days from now? Who knows. All I know is that it's great luck! Booyah! Mad love for pockets with holes
"Rock and Roll": A Kim Possible Fanfic by AGFunkyMonk, extraordinare
Chapter 1: Keep Talking
Kim's POV
Monday. The worst day of the week. I guess it wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have a MONDO amount of homework and cheering practice all in one night. Aren't Mondays great? Oh well, no use stalling. I decided to get up from the kitchen table, find my backpack (which was thrown down on the floor the minute I got home from school), pick it up, walk back, and sit back down again.
I opened it up, pulled out my homework, and sighed. 'Algebra. My favorite subject...NOT,' I thought. 'If only I could have some kind of distraction.' Right after I flipped open my text book, the phone rang. "I'll get it!" I called out. My parents are already way busy so as it is, so why not give them a break? I picked up the phone, and uttered a tired "Hello..." It was Ron. Sure, he isn't Josh Mankey or anything, but he's a distraction nonetheless. "Hey, KP!" he shouted. I practically had to jerk my head away from the phone to keep my ears from exploding. "You'll never guess what I have!" I took a deep breath, and replied, "What, Ron? A gift certificate to Bueno Nacho or something?" "No way, Kim! Something totally better!" I could picture Ron hopping up and down in an idiotic frenzy as we speak. Hmmm..." I began. If it was better than free food at Bueno Nacho, it had to be good. "I give up. What is it?" I heard faint noises coming from the other line. Shouting, more like. "Uh, I'm at a pay phone," Ron stated, as if he could read my mind. "I don't have much time to talk. But what I called you up for is to tell you that I, Ron Stoppable, have in my possession two front row tickets to see Velvet Revolver at the Middleton Fairgrounds Saturday night! Wanna come?"
I wrinkled my face. 'Who's Velvet Revolver?' I pondered. 'Some psycho band, no doubt. They sound like a twisted spoof of GunsNRoses,'. "Who's Velvet Revolver?" I asked again, only this time over the phone. I got an instant reply from Ron. A shocked reply. "W..wuh? You don't know who Velvet Revolver is?! Kim, Kim, Kim. We have a lot of talking to do. Velvet Revolver is only the most talented new rock band since Alice in Chains!" I was pretty sure that Alice in Chains was a grunge band, but no use arguing. My thoughts were interrupted by Ron's annoyed shouts. "Listen buddy!" he yelled, "Sorry I don't have some supersonic speed! Give me a few more minutes and I'll be off the phone like that....oh, Kim. Sorry 'bout that. Some jerk keeps nagging me to use the phone. Listen, I gotta go. Any questions?" I thought that question over for a moment, and then replied, "Yeah..how'd you get these tickets?" There was a long silence, until Ron finally spoke again. "Uh, sorry KP. Can't say. It's confidential...I gotta jet, talk to you tomorrow at school, kay? Bye." He hung up before I was able to react to his sudden secrecy. I rolled my eyes, sat pack down, and started my homework.
Ron's POV
I hated to keep things from Kim like that, but I couldn't tell her how I got these awesome tickets. How did I get them you ask? Well, as I was walking to Bueno Nacho after school, Rufus just happened to pop out of my pocket, timing perfect. He spotted something lying on the ground, so I bent over to pick it up. I couldn't believe it. Two FRONT ROW TICKETS to go see my favorite band ever, Velvet Revolver! 'Man, am I lucky,'I thought. I ran the rest of the way to Bueno Nacho, and headed to the phone booth just outside the place to call Kim and tell her about my news. But then I realized that if she knew I found the tickets, she'd make me go looking for the rightful owner, and give them back. And, you know, a good looking guy like me loves to follow the whole "Right Thing to Do" stuff, but a guy just doesn't tell his best friend this kind of stuff, even if it is" his best friend. I mean, would King Kong tell Godzilla that his soft underbelly was the key to his downfall? I don't think so.
So here I am now, with some awesome tickets to an awesome band's concert. But one question still remains, and not even Rufus can answer it: What would somebody be doing walking around with two EXPENSIVE tickets to a concert five days from now? Who knows. All I know is that it's great luck! Booyah! Mad love for pockets with holes