-Something

Shoes fell upon the wet earth in a slow even pace heading towards a destination of home. Ron had been walking this 1belated pace for the past ten minutes ever since he left the warmth of the bus. Now his only comfort was the umbrella he held that protected him from the merciless rain. Even with the harsh rain the umbrella itself wasn't that important to Ron at the moment, but Carl's words were. Especially his last statement he told Ron, 'Don't end up a shell of a man like me, it's not a life worth living.' This phrase had been repeating itself in his head like an old record player that was stuck on a single lyric.

His footsteps suddenly halted as he noticed the area around him. Street lights, houses and even the trees started to look familiar. A quick view of the area that incased him reveled to him how he knew this area. Before him stood a two-story ranch style home, used by a middle-class family. Even in the rain one could see the care that the owners put into it. This house before him was home to his best friend, Kim Possible. Somehow in the swirling confusion of his mind he walked the path of streets to his home that also took him to her house along the way.

As he looked upon the house he remembered the numerous days he had spent with Kim. The two of them would play games, talk about life and listen to one another. Out of everything he did with Kim, listening was his favorite. 1Whether it was about her parents and how they were un-cool or how Bonnie had been a pain to her, he would listen and then offer a comforting hand to show he cared. It was while he listened to her that he started to think and care for her differently than normal. He started to think that there was something inside him and maybe something more between them. At first he ignored it, then as time went by he started to deny it and finally he grew to accept it. Then one day a mission like any other had given him hope that there was something. As he closed his eyes he could still remember that day, the smell of hair, the look in her eyes, but mostly he could still remember the taste of her lips.

"You see, tonight's the big Middleton Day festival and I don't have a date." Her timid voice and shy face were a sight unknown to him as his best friend stood there, uncertain of herself.

Dumfounded he tried looking into her eyes only to find them downcast in fear of his answer. Seconds were passing like hours; he had to say something, anything. Final he spoke, "date? You wanna go to the festival as my date?" It wasn't the best answer, but at least he said something.

Her face filled with joy as she cheered, "oh, I thought you'd never ask!"

"Wait, but I ..." Any replied was stopped by the force of her lips against his. At first he was taken back, unsure of what was going on or how he found himself in this situation. But after a moment he let himself relax and wrapped his arms around her deepening the kiss. He had dreams and hopes of something like this happening, but never in his imagination did he believe he would be caressing her lips with his own. But here it was like in all the fantasies he had.

Then it was over, she pulled back and placed a hand over her mouth in a vain attempt to stop giggling. When she had let go he felt weak and suddenly found himself on the floor looking at the ceiling in a blissful daze.

Later on in the day and with much thought he decided to break things off thinking it was better to just be friends. It was only after a series of mishaps did he discover the machine on her neck. At first he thought all hope was lost, but then he discovered its purpose, to bring emotions to the surface. Joy once again filled him as he thought of the possibility of them together again. But failed attempts and fear of rejection lead him down this road and to were he now stood in front her house, alone.

He was snapped out of his daydream by the sound of a blue Toyota Camery pulling into her driveway. Ron instantly recognized the car and who it belonged to, Eric. Kim's boyfriend had pulled into her driveway to drop her off after they had gone shopping. Homecoming was tomorrow and Kim had skipped her last period to pick up her dress and had also brought him along.

Moments passed as inside the car bags were grabbed and final kisses given before Kim dashed to the protection of her porch and the roof that covered it. Even with the downpour separating them Ron could still see Kim's face, that face that held those angelic features only God could have crafted for her. Under the porch Kim turned around holding a hand to her mouth and blowing a kiss to her departing boyfriend, and then she opened the door balancing the bags trying to get in. If she was to look back before shutting the door she would have noticed the young blond across the street holding an umbrella touching his check with a sad smile.


First i would like to thank everyone who reviewed this story. I not sure if i wrote this correct, i don't think i'm at writing emotion to well. To anyone reading EndGame it will be updated tommorow. Word of warning though the next installment will talk about September 11th, Iraq War and refrences of tourture in it.

One other note. For those of you who read EndGame, yes i did re-use some of the words when he went into the flashback. But in my defence i had two tests and a paper due this week. Not to mention i got a chapter for my other story done in under two weeks. Besides it's my story, not like it's copywrite

Until then thanks for the reviews
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