Six of One
Drakken whined, "I still don't see why we should just abandon my scheme in favor of yours Shego. I mean I'm the mad genius, not you."
"So far I've really only seen the mad - and not much of the genius." Shego taunted, "Besides that, MY idea actually has a chance of working." She tapped her finger on her chest proudly, before pointing a finger at Drakken. "Unlike most of the stuff you come up with."
Drakken clenched a fist and pouted, "At least you could let me…" He was interrupted by his cell phone ringing, "Hello?" It was his informant.
"I have some information…that…you…might…find…useful." The informant teased.
"What is it?" He asked hopefully, a small smile on his face.
"Kim Possible...likes...Ron Stoppable." The words were delivered in a slow, deliberate, tone.
Drakken looked puzzled, "Who's he?"
"Gahh!" Drakken had to hold the phone out away from his ear; the screaming was too much for him. "He's the sidekick! You idiot!"
Drakken brought the phone back up to his ear, pointing a finger at the mouthpiece with his free hand, and spoke in a commanding manner. "You listen to me little missy. I'm the boss of you! You will treat me with respect!" His voice calmed, "…now apologize."
"I'm sorry you're an idiot."
"Apology accep…wait, did you…" His question ceased at the 'click' of his informant hanging up on him.
Shego stifled a laugh and asked, giggly, "So what did Monique have to say this time?"
"The birds and bees are back in action Shego." Drakken said, an evil smile crossing his lips, as he began to cackle.
Skippy
Ron shuffled into the house at 1:30, he had missed lunch.
"Where have you been?" His mother asked, "I thought you said you'd be back in time to eat?" Her voice a mixture of concern and anger.
"Sorry Mom. Mr. P wouldn't let me see Kim, and I kinda wandered around after that…I think he hates me or something." Ron said as he hung his vintage leather jacket on its hook.
"He doesn't hate you Ron, how could you ever think that?"
"He wouldn't even let me in to talk to her." He said sadly.
"I'll talk to him about it." She said reassuringly, "Now, would you like something to eat?"
"Not hungry, going to my room." Ron said as he turned and headed upstairs.
"Oh, by the way, did you know that Mr. Mathews had wanted to speak with you?"
"He did?" Ron asked, turning back with a confused look on his face. "What about?"
Carolyn had to admit she didn't know what it was all about, "He said that he wanted to speak with you about something important. He said it was personal too, are you…doing something that I should know about?" She spoke hesitantly.
"No mom, I'm not doing anything that you need to know about." He told her in no uncertain terms.
'Except all the whacking.'
'Shut up.'
"Well he said he'd try and get in touch with you later this week, so make sure you're available." She informed him.
"I'll try mom, but you know how it is with KP. We could be on a mission somewhere when he calls." Ron told her.
"I didn't think she'd be going on any missions this week, since she's grounded." His mother said.
"She isn't going to not go, you know that." Ron explained, "She's too Kim to just sit at home for a week."
KP 1.66
Kim sat on her bed thinking about Ron. Sure he had been acting weird lately, and he lied to her about it. But, deep down she knew he was still her best friend. "Maybe I should ask him again, tell him I know he's lying." She shook her head slightly, "No, I can't do that. I've lied to him about stuff that's going on with me, and he let it slide until I told him about it." She sat back against the headboard and opened her notebook. "I'll just pay more attention to him, what he does, and who he does it with. Maybe I'll figure out just what it is that's bothering him before he tells me." Kim smiled as she began to work on copying some of her trig homework, "This should make him happy, a free C minus in Trig."
Ride?
It was 7:30 on a sunny Monday morning and Ron was walking to school alone. "What was up with Mr. P this morning?" Ron asked Rufus, "He knows that Kim and I always walk to school together. I mean he could have given me a ride too, you know." Ron continued down the sidewalk not noticing a sleek red convertible, with the top down, pulling up behind him.
"You need a ride?" A sweet feminine voice asked. Ron stopped and turned to see who it was.
"Bonnie?" Ron was shocked, was she seriously offering him a ride?
"Do you want a ride or not?" She asked, gently stroking the passenger's seat headrest with her hand.
"Sure." Ron said as he started for her car.
"That's too bad." She sneered, pulling away fast, leaving Ron standing with one foot on the sidewalk and the other in the gutter.
Tara 2.66
Ron made his way to his locker, and as luck would have it Kim was still at her's. Ron took his jacket off and opened his locker.
"Hey, KP." He said in a cheery, yet hesitant voice.
"Hey, Ron." She replied, turning toward him with a smile.
"About Saturday." He began nervously, although why he was nervous was beyond him. "I'm sorry about ditch…"
"Ron," A voice called out from just down the hall. It was Tara, looking good in her cheerleader outfit. She stepped between the two friends, smiling coyly at Ron. "Thanks for dinner Saturday." She placed a small folded note in his hand, "See you in Home Ec." Tara turned away with a slight spring in her step and walked down the hall. Kim stood glaring at her until she was out of sight; Ron was too busy reading the note to notice her hateful stare. It began,
'Ron, thanks for keeping me company Saturday night. I'm sorry I couldn't help you with your Trig on Sunday. My grandma says hi. Here's a copy of the answers for you, I figured a B minus would be about right, since you always have Kim helping you out, and she's got a 4.3 GPA.'
'Hugs, Tara'
Ron couldn't help it; he had to say it, "Boo-yah!"
