A/N—PLEASE review. Sorry, but this story might get angsty. Oh wait, let me rephrase that. This story will get angsty.
Chapter 3
Sunday Morning
Love? Love? Do I love KP? The word struck Ron over and over again. Look deeper he heard Mrs. Possible's voice echo. As Ron looked deep into his soul, tearing down all the barriers he had used to shield himself from loving Kim, he saw the truth staring right at him. When KP was disappearing, I went to the Amazons to save her life without hesitation. His realization became stronger, more firm. When KP was late for the talent show, I humiliated myself for her without hesitation. The feeling of realization grew. When KP finally started dating Josh, I felt as if I had lost a part of myself, yet never knowing why. The walls to the truth were coming down rapidly. I'd die for KP without a second thought. There was nothing left to shield him from his feelings. I…love KP he said to himself in realization.
He had to call Kim; he had to talk to her before it was too late, before she and Josh got any farther into their relationship. He had to show his feelings now, or he would risk losing her forever. He picked up the phone and dialed.
"Hello?" came a feminine voice from the other end.
"Hi, Mrs. P, I thought about what you said. Can you please have Kim call me immediately when she gets home?" Mrs. Possibly visibly smiled, knowing that Ron had discovered the truth.
"Of course Ronald," she said, and they both said their good byes and hung up. Now all that was left was the waiting game. He spent the rest of his day waiting by the phone, eagerly answering at every ring. None of them, however, contained the voice of Kimberly Anne Possible.
Later
Kim returned home at midnight that night, kissing Josh on the lips before heading inside. To her surprise, her mother was still up and waiting for her, though not with a mad look on her face.
"Honey, Ron called today." Why was that so important? She thought to herself. He either calls or comes over everyday. "He wants you to call him back as soon as possible."
"Uh, sure thing mom," she said, still not grasping the whole situation. "I'll do it first thing tomorrow morning before I go out with Josh."
"Again?" Kim was a little shocked at her mother's outburst.
"Yes, mom, I, I think he's the one." A pregnant silence pervaded the room.
"Kimmy, are, are you sure?" It was more of an "Are you crazy?" statement than a real question. Kim, being more attuned in sensing undertones, was quite indignant at the statement.
"Yes, I'm almost completely sure in fact. Is there a problem?"
"No, I, I just don't want you to make any mistakes." This set off Kim even more.
"Mom, I'm an eighteen year old hero; I think I can decide who I love without consulting you." With that, she stormed off to her room, leaving a shocked and resigned Mrs. Possible at the table.
Monday
Kim woke up groggily, still tired from her date last night. She looked at the clock and realized she had ten minutes to get ready before Josh was coming to pick her up. Sprinting up, she jumped in the bathtub for a quick shower, applied lotion and makeup, put on a sundress, and ran out the door just in time. Well, it's going to be another great day that I can spend with my favorite man in the whole entire world she said to herself.
Ring! Ring!
"Hello?"
"Hi Mrs. P, I'm sorry to call again but is Kim still not back yet?" Mrs. Possible gathered her thoughts and realized what he was saying.
"Ronald, she hasn't called you yet?"
"Well, no."
"She came back at midnight last night and said she'd call you first thing in the morning."
"Well, she wouldn't happen to be at home would she?"
"I'm sorry, but she left again with Josh," said Mrs. Possible.
"Oh, well can you have her call me back when she gets home. I really don't mind the time; I really need to talk to her," said Ron in a disappointed tone. He really has it for her Mrs. Possible thought to herself.
"Trust me, I will personally make sure she calls you today."
"Thanks, Mrs. P."
"No problem Ronald." They said their goodbyes, as Mrs. Possible thought to herself I'm just glad you were able to discover your feelings before it was too late.
Ring! Ring! A blond-haired boy jumped up and answered the phone.
"Hello?" came a masculine voice. "Yea, hold on. Dad, it's for you!" he yelled across the house.
Ring! Ring! The brown-eyed boy ran to the phone in eager anticipation.
"Hello? No, sorry, we're not interested in new credit cards."
Ring! Ring!
"Hello?"
"Hi."
"KIM. KIM! I'm so glad you called. I've missed you so much!" Kim rolled her eyes.
"Ron, I know, we haven't talked for two entire days." Ron smiled sheepishly.
"Well, it seemed longer."
"Well, I've been busy lately, you know, with…"
"Monkey?"
"Don't call him that," Kim said sternly. She had never taken this tone with Ron before about Josh.
"Jeez, sorry," said Ron, taken aback.
"So, what's up?"
"Oh, nothing much KP. Just the usual," he said, deciding to reveal his feelings later in the conversation. They talked for about twenty minutes more, before Ron decided to get to the point.
"KP, why do you like Josh?" Surprised, Kim was speechless for a moment before answering.
"Well, I, I guess it's because he's sweet, kind, caring, loyal, and funny."
"Well, what sets him apart? Aren't I those things too?"
"Of course you are, Ron, but…we're friends." Ron felt his heart slowly breaking.
"But…"
"Ron, I have something to tell you." Ron prayed, prayed that what she had to say wouldn't shatter his world.
"Yea, I, I have something to say too. You, you first, though," he stuttered, still praying. He felt an extremely unsettling feeling in his stomach at the wait.
"You're my best friend, so between us…I think Josh is the…the one." There was a long silence as Ron felt his heart freeze. No! No! This isn't real; it's just a big nightmare! No! He pinched himself, shuddering at the reality of it all.
"But…but why?" he muttered weakly.
"I, I'm not sure. It's just that…when I'm around him, I feel so safe and so protected…so loved." No, I can't let this go through. I have to do something.
"Kim, how, why, that doesn't mean he's the one does it? You don't really know him, and…"
"Ron, not you too! You're just like my mother," she said angrily. "Why can't you just trust my judgment?"
"I, I just…don't think he's right for you. I don't know why, but I, I just don't think you're relationship is…right." Ron's small statement incensed Kim even further.
"That's it, Ronald Stoppable! I'm not going to have you lambasting our relationship! I thought you were my friend, but now I realize you're just a selfish jerk!" Is this the thanks I get for trying to be a good friend? Ron asked himself.
"I'm just trying to keep you from making a mistake," Ron said quietly, his own righteous anger starting to make its way upwards along with his sadness.
"A mistake? A MISTAKE? Ron, you've hated Josh ever since I met him, and I hoped you could be mature enough to get over that. I guess I was wrong. You just can't stand me hanging out with another person can you?" she asked madly. Not with Josh, Kim. Not when I feel like it's so wrong. "You just can't stand me not being there to watch over you every second of every day can you?!" Kim yelled. Watch over me? What about all the times I watched over you? To make sure you were happy? To make sure you were alive? "WELL GUESS WHAT, THINGS CHANGE RONALD STOPPABLE, AND IF YOU CAN'T ACCEPT THAT THEN YOU'RE NOT A FRIEND WORTH HAVING." Something in Ron snapped then, but his unrelenting despair drowned out his ability to speak. "WHY DON'T YOU GET A LIFE INSTEAD OF ALWAYS TRYING TO LIVE IN MINE? WHY DON'T YOU GET SOME BALLS AND—"
Ron hung up the phone, sobbing quietly to himself. How dare you KP? After all I've done for you, how dare you say those things to me? Bitterly, he fell back on the bed, hand hitting his nightstand sending a piece of paper onto the floor. Curious, he picked it up and saw it was a plane ticket. Stifling his emotions and wiping his eyes, he called out to his parents.
"Mom! Dad! We need to talk," he yelled, knowing that there was one place he could go to get away from all of this…all of this pain and…betrayal.