Kim Possible and all related characters and indicia are owned by the Disney Corporation. This work of fan fiction is written for pleasure, not profit.
Shegal92: Like it or not, Kim and Ron are teenagers, and teenagers think about sex. Especially teenage boys. It's only natural that Ron would think things like that.
Miss Piratess: I guess I just hate assuming that everyone who reads the story knows what the characters look like, even though they probably do.
WWLAOS: Favorite author? (blushes) "Rapture!"
Thanks to everyone who posted a review.
Monique walked into Study Hall and scanned the room. Her eyes found Kim at a table in the far back corner of the room. That was unusual. Kim typically sat toward the center-front of any class she was in, even Study Hall. It was part of the whole 'captain of the cheerleading squad/see and be seen thing'. Kim might not be on Middleton High's popularity 'A' list, but Monique knew her friend enjoyed being at or near the center of attention, even if she didn't obsessively crave it the way others did. Kim hadn't noticed her either, bent over her notebook as she was. She was writing something, pausing often to examine her work with a critical eye. Monique approached silently and took a seat across from her.
"Hey girlfriend!"
Kim's head jerked up. She closed her notebook and drew it toward her protectively. When she saw who was speaking to her she relaxed a bit.
"Hey Monique," Kim said cheerily, a bright, if somewhat forced, smile on her face.
"Feeling better?" Monique inquired with a bemused grin. Kim's own smile broadened and she nodded vigorously.
"Oh, sure," she confirmed. "I think I'm getting that whole Moodulator/crush on Ron thing into perspective."
Monique raised an eyebrow. "After a week of pining, in just twenty-four hours, you've put your fling with Ron behind you?"
"Yes, except it wasn't a 'fling', it was a misunderstanding, that's all," Kim corrected.
"Uh huh." Monique just sat and stared at Kim. After a few moments Kim began to squirm, and it was then that Monique struck, her hand darting out to snag Kim's notebook.
"Hey!" Kim yelped, grabbing for the book and missing as Monique leaned back out of reach. Monique casually opened the spiral bound tome and located the page she was looking for, the one Kim had been doodling on. She scanned the page, then looked up at Kim, who turned pink without a word being said.
"Uh huh," Monique repeated. "You're over Ron." Her gaze returned to the page. "That must be why you've been writing his name in your notebook over and over." Kim's blush intensified.
"Mmmm," Monique went on. "Ron Stoppable, with little hearts in place of the 'O's'," she commented absently. She read on. "Ronald Stoppable, with smiley faces." Monique's eyes widened as they caught a new variation. She looked up at Kim, who met her gaze with the look of a deer caught in headlights.
"Kimberly Anne Stoppable?" Monique had never actually seen someone turn magenta before. Kim sagged in her chair, like she wanted to sink into the floor and disappear.
"Ok," Kim confessed in a tiny voice. "Maybe I'm not entirely over it."
Monique laughed. "Not entirely over it? That's putting it mildly."
Kim buried her face in her hands. "I'm so confused, Monique!' she wailed. "I never thought of Ron like that before, and now I can't get the idea out of my head!"
"So, take the ball and run with it."
"Monique! What if what I'm feeling isn't real? What if it's just some weird after effect of the Moodulator? If I start dating Ron, and it turns out I don't lo..." Kim hesitated. "I don't lo..." she swallowed nervously.
"You don't 'have feelings for him'?" Monique supplied.
Kim nodded gratefully. "Ron would be devastated!"
"Well, if you're worried about after effects, why not ask the guy who made it?"
"Hey Stoppable, wait up!"
Ron, who had been lost in thought, turned to see Felix Renton pushing his wheelchair down the hall.
"Hey, what up, Felix?" Ron greeted his friend with a high five.
Felix grinned. "Still bummed about Kim, eh?"
"Wha-wha-what makes you say that?" Ron stammered.
"Uh, you walked right by me in such a funk that you didn't even hear me say hello, Ron."
"Oh, yeah, sorry about that," Ron mumbled, his cheeks coloring.
"Don't sweat it," Felix grinned. "If I was in your shoes I'd be bummed too."
"You aren't helping here, buddy," Ron said darkly.
Felix just chuckled. "Ron, if you have a thing for Kim, just ask her out. You'll never know if she's interested if you don't ask."
"Thanks for the advice, Dad," Ron growled, stalking off down the hallway. Felix pushed after him.
"Ron, c'mon! Don't be so uptight!"
Ron whirled. "Don't be uptight?" he grated. "Easy for you to say. Kim didn't kiss you front of the whole school!"
Felix fixed Ron with a calm, steady gaze. "You're right of course," he admitted quietly. "She didn't kiss me." Felix's gaze became penetrating. "She kissed you!"
Ron frowned in puzzlement. "What are you getting at?"
"Simple," Felix explained. "The Moodulator made Kim feel the emotion of love, right?" Ron nodded silently. "But it didn't tell her who to direct that love at, did it?" Even as Ron's eyes began to widen, and his jaw to sag, Felix plowed on. "And did she kiss me? Or Josh Mankey? Or anyone else? No. She kissed Ron Stoppable."
Ron staggered as the weight of Felix's suggestion crashed into him. He sagged against the wall. "Oh my God! You think Kim...that she...she really-?"
"Whoa, Ron," Felix interrupted. "I'm not saying that Kim loves you." Ron's face fell. "What I am saying is that she obviously considers you more than just a friend, and that you can use that as a jumping off point, but you have to ask her." Felix wheeled his chair up to Ron and stared up at his friend. "You've got an inside track, Ron. You know that the girl you're interested in sees something in you. Now, you need to act on that knowledge. Ask her out!"
