Author's Note: I've had this chapter done for a while now, and since I decided to be just a little bit as productive as my friend just-nikki (who mainly resides around Degrassi fics) I'm posting it. Y'all might have a tiny problem with the little thing I've done at the end inspired by my brother and his girlfriend. But you can't kill me because two hours can be a long time, and hey, if I can see it, you can see it. Oh, and no I can't tell you what it is. Enjoy.

Before I forget, thank you to Nikki because I know you'll review and I feel very certain that you may have beta-ed a bit and gave your opinion a very long time ago. Thanks a million.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible in any way shape or form. If I did, I would know what happened in the episode where Kim kissed Ron for whatever reason and later apparently threw him across a parking lot. (In my mind it's placebo, but that's REALLY probably not right.)

Now you can really enjoy. Hee, i'm so excited for no reason!

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Kim woke up and rolled over, she opened her eyes smiling. As she looked around she noticed first that she was not alone in bed, second she noticed that she wasn't wearing her usual pajamas. Instead, her best friend Ron was lying next to her, already awake staring at her. And, the reason she wasn't wearing her usual pajamas is because she wasn't wearing anything at all; and as she looked at Ron across from her she could guess the same was true for him.

"Morning, sunshine," Ron said to her with a wide smile. She gave him a timid smile; still not sure what was happening or how she got to the spare bedroom in her house. "Would you like breakfast? Because I whipped something up for you and it would be smart if you didn't get up 'cuz you'll have a major headache." He said all of this in a matter of fact tone and with such character that it wasn't at all annoying. Kim liked that and just took it and gave a little nod to say she agreed.

As Ron left she saw that he had put on pants, but not the other half of him, something she strangely found attractive. Directly disobeying his suggestions she immediately sat up, to a sudden headache, just as he said, but she was too shocked by what she saw to dwell on that fact. The clothes she had worn to the party along with Ron's were strewn all over the room, as if they had thrown them around with no direct aim. While holding her head, she picked up a few items and threw them on just to not be naked around the house. Then, it hit her. And it hit her so hard she had to sit down because her headache had just progressed an hour's worth in a second.

When she was still sorting things out in her head Ron came back with a very large breakfast on a tray. "As much as that breakfast looks appetizing I really don't want any right now," she paused and decided to tell him, "I'm working out all of the details so you might as well not talk either." Ron looked a little disappointed but nodded and set the tray down, looking for his shirt. Kim noticed, and since he couldn't find it she told him, "It's on the stereo," he smiled in appreciation and started to put his shirt on.

While she was watching him, enjoying every second, it hit her even harder than it had before, and she suddenly remembered what happened right before they'd gone to sleep. She fell back on the bed and started squirming around saying, "Ew, ew ew ew!" over and over and over again. Ron laughed when he saw what she was doing. Then as she continued for a longer time than was necessary on any point he grabbed her by the shoulders and stopped her squirming and constant flow of interjections.

"No matter how many times you say it it doesn't change the fact that it happened. Plus, you were thinking quite the opposite." He gave her sarcastic smile so she had to giggle a little bit and smile. Still being bound by him, Kim saw him as she must have seen him the night before, handsome, charming, and all she wanted. She leaned forward and kissed him so he let go of her. He gave her another kiss as though to reassure her.

"Thanks."

"Kimmy, we're home!" Kim heard her Dad call upstairs as she finished fluffing the last pillow in the guest bedroom. "Kim! Are you going to come down and say hello to us or not?"

Ron looked at Kim as he got up from his position on the bed, "Should I go downstairs with you or do I have to slip down the drainpipe to help you get more credit for cleaning this dump up?" Kim smiled and shook her head at Ron, she sure had really needed his help in the two hours they had before her parents had came home but she didn't need the credit; besides, the sparkling house couldn't have been done without him, and her parents knew it.

"Nah, no need for you to sneak, I think they can handle it." With that they strode out of the room together arm in arm. But then when they reached the staircase they quickly let go of each other. They weren't ready for that much yet.

"So sunshine, how was the party?" her father asked good-naturedly and with a smile. He was carrying four bulging bags, but despite the excess weight he was still standing strait and in good humor, not even moving to set the bags down.

With a big cheesy smile she told him, "It was wonderful Dad. Simply peachy."

"You know Kimmy, sarcasm doesn't work to well on you." He said with a smile, "However—,"

"Well Kim, how've you been for the past day, killed any super-villains, wrestled any mountain goats, or, heaven forbid, did you go out with a boy?" right then her mother had walked in through the door, attracting all attention with her vibrant colored clothes and humongous hat paired with big sunglasses; carrying a small beach-like bag.

"It does work on your mother tremendously," Kim tried to hold in her laughter while Ron momentarily left the room to laugh. "But honey, you know that's not funny," he finally set down his bags and turned his attention to his wife, who was making a spectacle of herself. "I mean if Kim is going to go out with a boy he's got to come to me first, and that's after she's already out of college, because only then can she date." He said this in a matter-of-fact tone, but Kim still rolled her eyes, and looked in Ron's direction, who had just come back in the room. Her father continued. "And I know for a fact that if any boy came near my little Kimmy-cub my guy Ron would come through for the both of us."

Ron's head shot up at this comment and gave Mr. Possible a quizzical look. Mrs. Possible seemed to be thinking along the same lines. "You know honey, I think it's a little hard to comment on that when we really don't know what you're talking about." He looked up from the newspaper he had started reading and looked as though he didn't understand. "Could you maybe elaborate a little bit? Right now you aren't being perceived as easily as you were hoping."

Ron looked even more confused, "Yeah, and could you maybe explain; you know, because you're kinda fuzzy right now." Mr. Possible laughed and set his paper down.

"Ronald, what I meant was that you know me very well and are with Kim all the time," he looked up at their puzzled faces, smiled and continued, " so if a boy were to do anything to her you'd know to warn him about me and that I'm ten times as worse than anything you could come up with. Do I make sense now?" Ron nodded mutely at Mr. Dr. Possible's sure tone while Mrs. Dr. Possible nodded in partial agreement. Then there was Kim; she was just in plain shock.

She thought quickly, "Hey Mom, do you need help unpacking? I'm sure I could help, plus I'd love to see some of your new outfits." Mrs. Possible looked up and started to agree when her daughter cut her off, "But of course I'd need to show Ron out first." Kim grabbed Ron without waiting for her mother's response.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down Kim." She stopped abruptly outside her front door so that he ran into her. "Okay, thanks.... But why rush me out of the house? Here I was thinking you liked me—" Rolling her eyes she cut him off with a kiss. He did a slight nod to himself as if to say 'Oh, okay then'. She hit him in the arm to get his attention. "Ow! What?"

"Ron! Couldn't you tell something was up in there? They totally know something!"

"What?"

"Couldn't you tell?"

"Um, no"

"Well they totally know something's up."

"No they don't"

Kim was getting frustrated, "Ron, they knew something, I could tell. And you should've been able to too." She crossed her arms and glared at him as though to further her point.

Ron shook his head back at her, "Kim, there was no hidden remark or a knowing of things. We're completely safe."

"I never knew you could be so thick as to not see something that obvious."

He laughed answering back, "Geez, Kim I'm not thick," she glared at him, "Okay, I'm not that thick. You're over-reacting, there was nothing in there," he gestured to her kitchen, "that we need to watch out for. I know your parents as well as you do, if not better. If they were implying anything your Dad would have looked at me more or had a twinkle in his eye or said something different than that; something that made us know that he knew." Kim was eyeing him in an annoyed way; he kept talking though. "Instead he did it in a nonchalant way while he was reading the paper, in the same way he would ask me how the weather was." He finished with a little smile meant to make Kim stop glaring at him. She didn't, but now it was a 'Why must you always be right' glare. He sighed in exasperation, "Okay, if anything happens you have the right to call me immediately to rush over and 'save' you." He used finger quotations just to make fun of her.

"Okay, but if things don't work out with talking to my mom, you have to come over to help me get over it," she smiled and said, "think you can handle it?" Smiling, Ron grabbed her around the waist and dipped her, making her giggle.

" I think I can handle it. " He brought her back up to the standing position.

"Okay, well I'll see you later," He kissed her goodbye. "Love you."

"Love you." Ron started to walk down the sidewalk and Kim went back into the house.

As Kim got just inside the door and Ron to the end of her sidewalk both stopped and simultaneously said aloud, "Wait---what?"

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Author's Note: hahaha Aren't you glad I updated to prove everyone (or just a few people) that this story wasn't just two chapters long? And as for that thing I was hinting at earlier, it's like two sentences up if you didn't already know. So please Review now. Sure it involves typing occasionally full sentences, thinking and some clicking it's really not that hard. (Even if you have a cast on your right arm!) Please review.

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