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Author's Note: Because all you reviewers were so darn nice I decided to update as soon as I got the chance, so it's today. Oh, and if it does seem like a need a beta or "editor" I have one, and if she can get around to it she'll look this over properly, and I'll repost it. Anyways, in advance, if it's corny, it had to happen. Read and Review please!
The party was loud, and boring. To Ron at least; he didn't bring Rufus with him so he was utterly bored, and Kim was off socializing, so it wasn't much fun to just stand around the punch bowl when there were still five hours until midnight. When he saw some new people come in through the doorway, he immediately knew that he did not want to be around all the excitement and drunk partying.
He knew there was going to be drunk partying because the people who came in brought some real wine to drink, thinking that the sparkling grape juice that had been provided was too child-like. Ron already had his glass full of the non-alcoholic beverage so he didn't need to worry about drinking something illegal. After the new comers put their drink on the table you couldn't tell the difference between them. When he tried to get away from the crowd, he bumped into Kim.
"Hey! Where are you going with such determination?" She shouted over all the noise in the direction of Ron.
He made up a quick lie, "Just going to the bathroom really quick!" He gave her a convincing smile. She nodded her head in agreement, and took the alcoholic wine in her hand and filled her cup. Ron waited for her to take a sip to leave; ready to explain if explanation was necessary.
When she took a sip she made a face and again shouted, "This tastes good! Different, but good! That is, after you get over the shock of it!" Ron nodded too, and taking a small sip of his own drink he saluted her with his glass and started to walk towards a quieter part of the house. Kim did the same, but a much bigger sip and the louder part instead of the quieter.
He maneuvered his way throughout the house and after peeking in several rooms, all of which were extremely occupied, he looked in the guest room that on several occasions served as his own. It was empty, and in some strange miracle, much quieter than the rest of the house, so much so that you could only hear the base and occasional louder choruses; made worse by the partygoers. Plopping down on the bed he noticed some very familiar things.
For one, the sheets were Care Bear embroidered, some of Kim's original sheets that had to be used when the nice 'guest' ones got dirty from Ron getting the flu and throwing up. Strangely, at the same time as Kim. So, the Possible house was quarantine and this room was headquarters. A sign on the wall opposite reminded him of their nickname for it, Possibly Sick Karing Room. Obviously the words were made by their initials, and they called it P.S.K.R. for short. And, seeing as in school they were just learning about initials and how they could stand for something else, like their own names.
The sign was made out of an old white sheet that wasn't in use anymore at the time. The initials were in bright red and larger than the other letters which were in black. There were also little designs around the white edge; you could tell that these paintings were made by amateurs, as they included stick figures in red and dogs and cats in purple. Ron had to laugh a little at himself as he looked at his own drawings, he had made cheerleaders since Kim had just discovered the sport, and she had drawn basketball players discovering those at the time too. The most prominent painting on the sheet however, were two handprints, one in red and one in blue. The blue was on the left and the red on the right. Ron could remember vividly making those handprints.
All of his drawings were on the right, which was where he was sitting, and Kim's were on the left, respectively. But his handprint was in blue and hers in red. He could remember when they had crossed arms all in fun, pressing their hands down and having to stay there so it would turn out nicely. The absence of space at the current time had seemed overwhelming, but as he thought back he thought of it as one of the best times of his life. He sighed and tore his eyes away from the interesting sheet. His eyes fell upon the bureau.
A sudden blush overcame his features as he glanced at this seemingly harmless object. Again, he slipped into the past that was slightly after he had gained the right of puberty. He was staying the night at Kim's house in the room he now sat in, and he remembered being in a very attractive dream setting. Strangely, the dream was in the future, a time in which he now sat, and Kim seemed to be surrounding him; in a very sexy seventeen-year old state.
Being the 'growing boy' that he was (his mother's terms), he incidentally ended up having a wet dream; a very wet, passionate, enjoyable, Kim related dream. Then, at the 'best part' matters did not improve as the alarm-clock went off and the real life Kim jumped upon the bed to wake him and wish him a good morning. However when he was trying to get himself up she noticed something that was poking her as she sat on him. Just as he opened his eyes and realized who was sitting on him, she went screaming out of the room, frightened to death, (she hadn't been told about the birds and the bees yet) to tell her father, the only one home, about how scared she was for Ron's life.
Somehow, Ron managed a chuckle at how the chain of events ended, but he knew how painful it was back then. For, coming into the room her father immediately saw the protrusion and fainted dead away. Meanwhile, Kim was screaming at her father to wake up at the fear that her best friend was dying. Ron, while waiting for Kim's father to wake up, pulled his knees up to his chest and waited for 'himself' to calm down. Minutes later, which felt like hours, Kim's dad woke up, and looked as scared as his daughter, which only scared her more, fearing the worst.
Instead, it turned out to be worse than the worst. He promptly sat Kim down and separated her from Ron, and shakily led himself to the bureau and extracted the household's stash of condoms. Thereafter he explained to Ron and Kim together the birds and the bees and the reason that Ron wasn't dying, but instead, growing. Which incidentally made them both puke and turn red at least once. Incidentally, afterwards they didn't talk to each other for a week after what had happened they were so embarrassed.
His memory done with the bureau Ron decided to search the room for things to do, and he found an album that contained pictures from over the years. And in the event of him deciding to actually look through it he made the decision to visit the past and to ponder why he was spending so much time in Kim's new jeep. It was going to be a long night.
Ron could hear the people downstairs yell "TEN MINUTES" for nearly two minutes. And he was very happy to have something to ponder over other than the photo album he had gone through five times; analyzing ever picture from a different perspective. Now he could think about how stupid his classmates were. However the other residents of the party thought he should do otherwise. He heard a knock on the door. Someone was actually being somewhat polite.
He made up another quick excuse, "You can't come in," he added on the last part spontaneously; making a face, "because I don't have my pants on." Someone choked on the other side of the door. And oddly, seemed to have spit out a large amount of drink too.
"Ron?!" An obviously bewildered Kim sounded through the door. "You're not actually half-naked are you?" She sounded anxious, not knowing if he was serious or not.
"No of course not Kim!" he heard a sigh of relief from the other side but decided to tease her. "I'm fully naked! Going half-way is soo overrated." Considering that she was already half way into the room without looking at him her reaction was priceless. He started to laugh. She slowly removed her hand from over her eyes, and when she saw his feet were completely covered she removed the hand quicker. And her hands fell upon her hips more quickly and she put on a look of indignation on her face. This only made Ron laugh more.
"Ron you little," she came towards him with a fist formed and held in front of her so as to better threaten him. He put his hands up in self-defense and Kim seemed to attempt to attack his lower half. So he was left trying to cover his mouth from laughing, his face area from being hit, and his crotch area from being hit too.
After about three minutes both knew it was a joke, but both were still having fun mock-fighting anyway. And they continued to do this, all the while prancing around the room just to keep out of reach of each other. That is, until Kim cornered Ron in between the bed and herself. Then using lightening quick tactics he was suddenly laying on the bed in total surrender.
"Aha!" Kim made a triumphant gesture in the air. "I've got you trapped, and you know what I'm going to do with you now that you're trapped?" Ron, who was still laughing a little bit, shook his head, enjoying the fact that Kim was tormenting him. "Well," she said in a serious tone, "I'm going to tickle you!" And suddenly she started tickling him, actually making him giggle and squirm. After he had managed to squirm both of them off of the bed, they calmed down a bit and Kim seemed to notice that her yearbooks were strewn all over and her special scrapbook was open to her favorite page.
There was a whole page for one blown up picture of Ron and herself at Ron's fifth birthday party. She was giving him her 'present' of a kiss on the cheek, and he was blushing profusely at the fact. Kim giggled and looked at the other page which held smaller pictures of the same event and in several of them Ron and or Kim were blushing due to extra physical contact or something else the camera couldn't see. But Kim was looking at them and saw the adorable little kid things they were doing and couldn't help but touch the pictures and have tears come to her eyes as though she was her own mother thinking back at the memories.
Her fingers touched a particular one in which they were holding each other's hand and looking in the opposite direction, seeming to have a guilty look on their faces. In a hoarse voice Ron said, "I'm sorry. I was just so bored and these were the most interesting things in here, and this was the only place where there was just a little peace and quiet. Sorry, I know you're really private about your photo albums, and," he trailed off, lost for words.
Kim tried to turn around to face him but couldn't so she just replied, "Oh Ron, it's all right, I mean they're practically yours too anyway if you're judging by how many times the person's in it." She gave a weak smile when she was attempting procure a little chuckle.
"Yeah, well. I guess so," he paused as though he didn't know what to say, and Kim wasn't helping much by being seeming to be so engrossed in the pictures of their adorable toddler days. "Um, so Kim, what're you doing up here. So close to midnight and all, I thought you were having fun with your 'guests'?" He grinned, amused at his own joke, but it was okay as Kim was grinning now too.
"Ron don't tease," she said with an actual giggle and got up off of the floor and onto the bed. "Yeah I was having fun, but right now they're all just a bunch of drunken idiots right now." Ron laughed and got up on the bed with her as gave Kim a look as if to say 'I told you so'. She smirked back at his smile and continued, "Plus I had two sensible reasons to come up here. Number one: I had to inform everyone that an hour after midnight which is coming up real soon, that they had to go home because, 'This isn't an all nighter, if you wanted that you should've went to Bonnie's party,' and I also wanted to wish everyone good-night because I probably wouldn't see them all before they left."
"Kim, you are such a good hostess," Ron squeaked, putting on a girlie voice. She responded by throwing a pillow at his head.
Smiling she said, "Anyway, number two: I was getting just a little bit bored feeling like a third wheel to everybody I was hanging out with and with it being so close to midnight," She paused for a second, "I needed to find someone who was unattached to kiss."
"Oh."
"Yeah, so I think I know why you haven't been having much fun so far," Ron's head shot up at her comment, completely disregarding the twiddling of his thumbs he had been doing. "Definitely," she gave a sure smile, "you haven't got any tunes! C'mon, I'll start this stereo up." So she promptly pushed play and the melody of John Mayor's "No Such Thing" came over the room. "Oh, I was wondering where this CD had gotten to!" Kim immediately started dancing to the music on the bed, and Ron shook his head in 'disapproval'. Then he noticed something that made him freeze.
"Kim, look at the clock," she stopped her bed dance. "It's a little less than a minute until midnight." She twisted around trying to get a better view of the clock, then when she saw it she noiselessly said 'oh'. "So I guess you had better go continue your search for the unattached person to kiss real fast."
Kim turned and looked at him as though he was crazy. "Why would I do that?"
"Oh you don't like the idea of kissing someone at midnight anymore? Is that it? Your opinion's changed in a matter of minutes?" Ron said looking at her in disbelief.
"No Ron," Kim looked at him very seriously, "I found him."
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!" was echoing from downstairs. The clock had turned, and Ron had seen it with his own eyes, and now he looked at Kim, and knew she was going to go for it if he wasn't. So thinking he might as well 'die' gracefully, Ron leaned in to kiss Kim just as she was leaning in to kiss him. Meeting each other sooner than expected, they made it short and sweet, yet more meaningful than anyone could have imagined.
"So you were serious. You really had found him." Ron said to Kim as he was wrapped in her arms, almost in disbelief.
Kim looked back at him amusedly, "Yeah, I did, and he's a really good kisser."
Ron grinned at her and kissed her again, as though to prove it. Their kissing charade soon became much more serious than that. To the point in which they were very glad they had a room to themselves and everyone at the party was going to be leaving in an hour.
Author's Note: Okay again, sorry if it's corny, but newer chapters will hopefully be more genuine. And just so if it's kind of hard to imagine what I'm implying, the song "Your Body Is A Wonderland" by John Mayor should be playing in your heads at that end part. And for details, I put the lyrics below. Now tell me if you didn't like it or did. Be specific! Either way, review please!
We got the afternoon
You got this room for two
One thing I've left to do
Discover me
Discovering you
One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
You bubblegum tongue
And if you want love
We'll make it
Swimming a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while
Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder
(I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland
Something 'bout the way
Your hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling
Towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it
You want love?
We'll make it
Swimming a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be awhile
Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder
(I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland
Damn baby
You frustrate me
I know you're mine all mine all mine
But you look so good it hurts sometimes
Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder
(I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonderland
-Your Body Is A Wonderland John Mayer
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