Author's Note: Hey look! I'm alive! Yeah, I know it's been awhile, but this chapter just didn't come pouring out all in one bunch. For some reason it took a lot of time. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and just so you know my beta didn't look at it; so please dont' kill me.
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to the Kim Possible world. Not Monique's attitude or Kim's strange version of cursing (I got it off of PD2). I think Iown the plot, butother than that, my hoodie spelling isallI've got. And it may or maynot be correct.
As Kim was trying not to fall asleep finishing up her holiday homework, the phone rang downstairs. Attempting to not get distracted from the ever-confusing English paper her teacher had assigned. It wasn't working too well. "Kim! Phone!" her mother hollered up the stairs. Then again, she had two more weeks of vacation to do it. Bounding down the stairs in her baggiest pajamas Kim met her mother's chiding face. "It's past two thirty and you're still in your pajamas?"
"Mom, I'm being comfortable; I'm well aware of the time. You said I had a phone call?"
"Yeah, it's on the kitchen cord."
With a hurried, "Thanks" Kim rushed to the phone wondering who would call her on her family's phone line. Picking up the phone and automatically disentangling the cord she muttered almost uninterestedly into the phone now on her shoulder, "Hello?"
"Hey girlfriend!" a very hyper, loud voice sounded from the other end. Having disentangling the cord Kim brightened, and started to twirl in it.
"Monique. You seem very… awake. What's up?" Kim told the phone started to create a rhythm of un-twirling and twirling.
" I've decided that we need to get a head start on our new years' resolution of not shopping. All the hot guys are going to be at the mall returning gifts and we are going to be there."
"Go to the mall?" Kim asked in a confused tone.
"Yep. That is what I said isn't it? Because for the past like two hours I've been on sugar high and I couldn't even see strait for a while, but my words and meanings have been getting all messed up, but—"
Kim stopped twirling at her friend's enthusiasm filled jabber mid-sentence and mid-twirl. "Monique, if our resolution is to shop less—than what good is going to the mall going to do us?"
" Okay, right good point. But you didn't let me finish." Kim scoffed silently at this and continued her twirling. "We'll go to the mall, but we'll only have emergency, 'this is too good to pass up' cash on us. No more than thirty bucks tops. This will get us used to the idea of not going to the check-out counter and just going strait through."
" You do have a point, but we'd still be accustomed to going to the mall regularly and checking out all the cool items right? We'll just think we don't have enough money to buy them? Really Monique." Kim's tone was filled with sarcasm, a trait that only Ron brought out in her in magnitude.
"Listen girl, if you don't want to come just say so, no need to get all snooty." Monique replied angrily. She was just about to hang up when Kim rescued herself with a quick comment.
"No, no, you've got me all wrong. I want to come, and I'll be ready in ten minutes so meet me, where?"
A smile could almost be heard coming from Monique, "Oh, I guess I'll just come over." Her voice returned to its friendly manner.
"Alright, I'll see you in ten then. Bye."
"Bye."
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Ten minutes went by and Monique was at the Possible's front door waiting for someone to answer it. Mr. Possible's friendly face was on the other side when it was finally answered and a big grin spread across his face at seeing her.
"Monique! Come in come in. Kim'll be down in just a minute."
"Thank you Mr. Possible," she replied, came in and went tot the couch, sitting down quietly in the middle. As Mrs. Possible came in from the kitchen she smoothed down her indigo flare pants and straitened her white tank top, finishing by tightening her long poofy pigtails.
Mrs. Possible sat down next to her husband on the recliner and said to their guest, "You know we haven't seen you around here in a while Monique. What've you been up to?"
"Oh you know this and that. Plus, I've seen a lot of Kim at school, but I did manage to come to Kim's party last night. It was really nice of you to throw that for her. It turned out very well." She answered confidently.
"Mom, I hope you didn't manage to scare Monique away already, we haven't had a chance to 'not shop' yet!" Kim appeared from the staircase; all ready to go 'not shop' with Monique.
Mr. Possible replied for her, "Scare her? Not in our agenda. Simple questions aren't a crime Kimmy-cub." She rolled her eyes at his response.
"C'mon Monique, let's go before he starts going on about 'boys'". She finished, emphasizing the horror usually used by her father. As the teens headed out the door he looked like he was about to say something when the missus stopped him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
They stopped right outside at Monique's efforts. "Hold up, hold up, hold up!" she turned around towards Kim, her hand up in a stop-sign position.
"What Monique?" she looked bewildered at her friend's sudden harshness.
"Did you look at yourself at all this morning? Knowing you were going out in public?" There wasn't anything hidden in her voice, no sarcasm undetected.
Looking down at her outfit Kim almost saw what she meant. Sure, it wasn't something she usually wore, but it wasn't as horrendous as Monique made it out to be. She was wearing dark blue jeans that had a slight flare, normal tennis shoes, and a black hoodie. "Yes, Monique. As a matter of fact I did look at myself several times this morning." She said her voice calm, but defensive; preparing to get in her friend's face about it.
"Well what type of bet did you lose?"
"Sheesh! Why couldn't I have picked this out of my own free will?" Kim said, throwing her hands up in the air. "Why? Tell me that." Her outburst proved she furious; Monique however, was unaffected, as she'd seen Kim like this before. Only twice though, and it was over something bigger than clothing with Ron, but she wasn't very inclined to go into details about either event.
"To be perfectly blunt, because that outfit sucks. You've broken like seventeen unwritten rules with just one step."
Kim looked like she was cursing in a foreign language to the sky. Taking a deep breath, she looked back to her best female friend. "Have you ever considered that I like what I'm wearing? Just maybe I think that they're comfortable and have a classy style all their own. Or maybe the one guy I love gave them to me and I fell like I'm wrapped in his arms when I wear it. So I'll ask you again. Do you really care how I dress?"
Monique's earlier expression of shock was gone, replaced by excitement. "Never mind the clothes Kim," she pulled her companion off of the stoop and towards the mall, "the guy you love?" she burst. "Josh gave you a half descent present instead of those dumb gummy bears he always gets?"
"No," a flat tone said, flinging a bag of gummy bears hidden in her hoodie pocket at Monique's face.
"What?" she said, bewildered.
"Josh gave me gummy bears as usual. And they're not dumb." Kim replied nonchalantly.
"Yeah, yeah; quite tasty actually." She mocked. "Alright then, who is it?" but Kim simply kept walking with her hands in her hoodie pocket. "Okay, so it isn't Josh, every other guy gave you Bueno Nacho bucks, a stupid hat, or their yearbook picture saying 'Remember me' so all school idiots can be eliminated. Suddenly she stopped pensively, "The weirdest thing is though is that they got your size."
Kim was about to stop and look guiltily in Monique's direction, but she was too determined now, and just kept talking aloud to no one in particular. "Oh! It's family! However creepy it may be." She continued in the direction of the not too distant mall.
"Your dad, well that's not it because your mom shops for him. The tweebs, they don't have any money and you don't love them—"
"And don't forget they're plural," Kim helped, but Monique just ignored her.
"Who else is there?" she paused and Kim started to get nervous when she exclaimed, "Your cousin what's-his-face? What'd he get you?"
"A 'magical' deck of card and a 'I'm with stupid' shirt."
"Argh! Okay you win for now. But I'm not forgetting about this." She gave up defiantly. Kim smiled at her friend, happy that her slip of the tongue hadn't done any damage. They continued walking, and a disturbing thought suddenly hit Kim. She started to panic as they got closer to the mall and she finally put her hand out to stop Monique.
"Hey, how about a deal?" she started, trying to be persuasive, "If you won't tell anyone about what you were trying to guess and," she faltered at her end of the deal. What could she give Monique that wouldn't be telling? Monique looked expectantly at her. "Um, I'll be more helpful next time you guess?"
Monique looked skeptically back replying, "Like I'd agree to that. No, I'll just keep it secret out of the goodness of my heart." She finished seeing Kim's horrified look.
"Oh, well that's good." Kim replied, looking relieved. Noticing they were just standing absently about ten feet from the mall's entrance she spoke up, "Shall we carry on then?"
Monique laughed and said, "If you insist." Both girls laughing, they entered the mall, and they promptly started to wander aimlessly.
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