I guess you could call this chapter PG-13ish but nothing major really happens so...don't be too afraid. lol.

"Different" chapter, hope you enjoy:

After school, Ron took some time to think about whether he was going to comply with Kim's request or not. He probably should've told Monique about the situation...but Ron knew already that she would've told him not to go. That was probably the smartest thing to do, but the curiosity was killing Ron, so he went anyway.

'Besides,' he thought. 'This is just gonna be like any other time I visit Kim. I've been to her house, like, a million times. This is no different than any of those other times.'

Ron took one last deep breath then rung the Possible family's doorbell.

DINGDONG

It rang.

After the first ring, a voice came from the second story of the house. "Come in!" Kim called.

Ron opened the door, but not before he noticed that the driveway was empty. No cars or bikes in sight...Kim's parents and the 'Tweebs' were probably out somewhere.

Again, he ignored the circumstances and went in. Ron checked his pockets to make sure Rufus was alright, but then remembered that he had left Rufus at home, right before coming over to Kim's house.

'Wow, how convenient,' Ron thought. 'Guess that means we're all alone...no big.'

Ron climbed the familiar steps up to Kim's room but stopped right before her door. There was no noise coming out of her room. That either meant that something was wrong or that Kim was waiting...

The door opened.

'Yup, she was waiting...'

"Hey Ron!" Kim said cheerfully.

"Um...hey, Kim," Ron said in the most casual voice he could muster.

"Come on in. I was just finishing up my homework...let me just do this last problem..."

"Oh...okay."

Apparently not even noticing how nervous Ron was acting, Kim sat back down in her chair and pulled herself up to her desk, writing frantically to finish the task at hand.

"So, uh...how's Monique doing?" Kim called from her desk.

"She's good...a little mad...but..." Ron thought to himself then changed his mind. "Actually, she's pretty pised off at you right now," he corrected himself.

Kim sighed deeply. "Yeah...she should be. I haven't exactly been acting myself recently..."

"Yeah, I....I noticed. Giving orders and generally acting like Bonnie: yeah, that's not you."

"You know...I have a perfectly good explanation for that..." Kim dropped her pencil on the desk, signaling that she had finished her homework. "Which is why I called you over here."

"Oh...well...couldn't you have told me at school?" Ron asked.

"Hmm...I guess I could've, but this is a much better environment to...sigh express my feelings..."

At that moment, Ron started to feel the butterflies going around in circles in his stomach. His palms and his forehead were both starting to get a little damp.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

She looked Ron straight in the eyes, and moved closer to him, touching his shoulder with her right hand. "Ron. After a few days of living in this mature body, I've come to realize a very hidden, yet very powerful emotion inside of me. I just feel that...I can't hold it in any longer. I've been trying to send you 'hints' all week to try to make you jealous but...don't take this personal, but you can be pretty dense at times."

Kim paused to make sure that she really wanted to tell Ron her secret. She looked almost as nervous as Ron was, or so it seemed. An unimaginable thought crossed Ron's mind but he soon brushed it aside.

"I love you."

'Oh, never mind...' and the thought came back into his head...

Ron was lost for words. "You...you...what?"

"I love you Ron. I have ever since we've been in high school together. I've always really liked you, from Pre-K to Middle School, but it was only until a few years ago that I admitted to myself that I...REALLY like you," she said, innocently. "And just this year, my feelings have been getting even stronger...because..." she stopped.

The gaze in Kim's eyes immediately changed from an innocent school girl to a hungry predator. "...you're just so...irresistible."

Ron's legs and his whole body froze in place, kind of like how he did with every pretty girl he met, but much worse.

"You're always nice to everyone, you're always in a good mood, and you always know how to make me laugh..."

Kim firmly grabbed hold of Ron shoulders this time and slammed him on the bed.

"Which is why I like you...and I want you. Bad."

"Woah, woah, woah," he said, pulling himself up. "Woah, Kim. This uh...This isn't right-"

"Oh but it IS right, Ron," Kim interrupted. "C'mon...can you honestly say that you've never taken a moment out of your life just STARE at me? Haven't you ever thought to yourself, 'Wow, Kim's hot.'?"

"......uh...." Ron couldn't lie...it was true...

"And now that I'm matured and 'ready' for this...why don't we...

"No!!" Ron spat. "This isn't the real Kim. I don't know who you are, but my best friend would never say anything like that."

Ron didn't even know how right he was...it, literally, wasn't the 'real' Kim, but she wasn't about to let him know that.

"C'mon..." she slurred. "Come closer at least...I'm not gonna hurt you. After all, this IS all about how I feel towards you."

He moved an inch or two in the direction of Kim before she grabbed his wait and slammed him on the bed again. This time, she landed on top of him. From that view, she could see (and feel) how red Ron's face was.

"No need to feel uncomfortable, Ron." She was now completely on top of him, her legs on both sides of his hips, and her arms tightly holding down his shoulders. Ron tried to resist but part of him was holding him back. He knew that this whole thing was as wrong as anything he had ever encountered, but deep in his mind, it felt so right...plus, it helped that Kim was stronger than he was.

"Ron...I...I..." she whispered in his ear. Her legs started to twitch, making a slow motion up his hip area...and her mouth was moving ever so close to his. She was so close that Ron could feel her heavy breathings on his face.

"Oh..." Kim giggled. "I see your ahem bottom half is as excited as I am..."

"...No Kim," Ron pleaded. "This...this isn't-"

"Right? You already said that, Ron. And I already told you...this is right, and both of us know it."

Ron could hear the slight jolting from the bed springs. This moment...was, honestly, his most desirable dream...could he let it just slip away? No matter how bad it was?

It was then that Kim took her hands off of him, and started to take off her shirt, and he could see a piece of her lacy black bra...

"Yes," he sighed. "I have to."

Ron seized the opportunity to push Kim off him and onto the other side of the bed, while he made a run for the door.

"Sorry Kim! I don't know what's going on, but I can't deal with this!" he yelled, already downstairs. "See-ya at school!" he said half-jokingly.

"No! Wait!!" she yelled, but he was already long gone.

'Wow, that boy can run...' she told herself.

Kim slapped her forehead and threw a tiny computer chip, so small that Ron didn't even notice it in her hands, against the wall, shattering its fragile interior.

"Dang it! ARGH!" she scolded herself. "So close..."

JOKE OF THE DAY:

While Adam was proudly showing off his apartment to some friends late one night, he led the way to his bedroom, where a big brass gong was sitting. "What's that big brass gong for?" asked one of his friends.

"Why, that's the talking clock," Adam replied.

"Oh, how does it work?" Adam's friend questioned.

"Just watch," Adam said, giving the gong an ear-shattering hit with the gong handle. Suddenly, someone on the other side of the wall screamed, "For God's sake! you ahole! it's 4:00 am in the freaking morning!!!