DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kim Possible nor any of the characters in here. (I wish then I'd be rich and famous ) This is just a prelude chapter, but it will be about what happens after So the Drama.

I was still shocked on my way home. No, I was not going home but back to the prom, where I had told Ron. This was all a shock for me, even though it wasn't. I felt confused and yet it all made sense. Why did I not see it in the first place? We were made for each other, he was perfect. With all the happiness, I still felt a little guilt in the pit of my stomach. I was usually on top of things, but now I was just as new to this and confused as Ron was, which meant I was extremely confused.

My hand was still clasped in his as I led him from the Bueno Nacho ruins. His hand felt warm and nestled comfortably with mine. His uncertain steps became more confident as we jogged on and I led him to his scooter. The new and improved Ron-Scooter. I smiled as I remembered Wade giving the finishing touches on it. Ron helped me on then got on in front of me. As he starts the motor and we start to pull away, I intertwine my hands around his waist to hold on. And probably for other reasons… I feel him stiffen slightly from surprise, then relax as we speed up and head for Middleton. On the ride, not a word was exchanged. Maybe it was because we could not hear each other over the rockets, or because we could say nothing. This was a totally new situation for me. I had literally known Ron forever, but in that time we had never thought of each other as…that. He was always there for me, always a best friend, but lately he was becoming more. I was blind, going ga-ga over Eric and not seeing how Ron was feeling. Now I feel so incredibly stupid. Ron would do anything for me, while Eric was a robot, nothing more. I should have noticed it from the beginning. I wanted to say this, but I knew Ron so well that I knew instatly what he would say.

"Don't go beating yourself up about it KP."

As I thought about it I smiled and rested my head in the small of his back. This time he did not tense, but looked at me out of the corner of his eye and smiled. Finally, we came to my street and slowed at my house. He stopped the scooter and we both get off. Side by side we walk to the door. In the darkness of my front porch, we stare at each other's sillouetes, still not saying anything.

"Soooo…" I begin

"Yeah?" responded Ron in an almost whisper. That immediately made me tingle all over.

"Meet me in fifteen?" I said a hundred miles per hour, hoping he had caught that.

"Sure," he replied. I turned and took out the key from beneath the flowerpot, opening the door. I turn back and waved to Ron, who was still standing in the same place. I could not see the expression on his face as I closed the door behind me.

As I closed it, thoughts ran through my head. I was not in the mood for explaining, so I wanted to get in and out without having to say anything to Mom or Dad. They probably thought I came back from the prom even though I had been to the house earlier with the Little Diablos. Hopefully they would not ask questions. Yet as soon as I thought this the Tweebs were the announcers.

"Kim's got a boyfriend!" they shouted in their unanimous way. As if anything they had to say was new. "Eww," she may have koodies from kissing," said Tim, scrunching up his face and sticking his tongue out. I glare at them and bounded up the stairs, but my hopes of not having to say anything to my parents were dashed.

"Eric bring you home early Kimmie?" asked Mom from the living room as she walked towards the stairs. I did not reply, but kept on running up the stairs at a flat sprint. I slammed the door to my room and headed for my dress, which was crumpled up on the bed. Quickly I put it on and tried to do something with my soaking hair. A disgruntled groan escaped me as I saw that the bottom of my dress was ripped off. Great. Well, at least I was still going to the prom. That was a plus. My dress wasn't too shabby. I clipped my hair back and glanced at the alarm clock on my nightstand. 8:35… Almost time for Ron to come pick me up. Ron… just the thought of him sent electricity all through me. I had never felt this way before. I take a deep breath and start down the stairs. I rushed passed Mom and now Dad who had come to see what he twins were chanting about.

"Sorry, gotta run!" I announced quickly, running out the door. Yes, I was not in the mood for a conversation with my family at the moment. I walk down the street to get away from the house and to meet Ron when he got her. I shivered, crossing my arms. It was cooler out here than I would have expected for a spring night. I glance at the sky, smiling at the beautiful scene. There was a myriad of stars, a full moon in the center of the navy sky. I loved nights like this, and I knew later that I would hate for it to stop. I shiver again as a breeze blew by. Spaghetti straps were not good for this temperature.

A few minutes later, the steady familiar thrum of a motor comes to my ears. I see Ron round the corner on his scooter. He was in his light blue tuxedo, which did not seem so ugly now. He halts near me, a spare helment on the back of the moped. I sit side-saddle upon the seat, goosebumps still on my arms both from the tingling running through me and the cold. Ron seemed to noticed this, and, without a word, puts his jacket around my shoulders. I smile gratefully and we start toward the dance. Still no words were said on the ride over.

We finally make it, the lights and music from the gym reaching my ears. Both he and I get off and start towards the dance. I suddenly see him slow, his features in a small frown.

"What's wrong?" I questioned, concerned.

"Well, I dunno…" he said, looking to the doors. "What will people think about this? What will they say? I don't want to make you look like a fool, KP. Should we do this? I-,"

I place a finger on his lips, shushing him from all the embarrassed remarks. I had no clue Ron felt this way about the so-called Food Chain. Right now I did not care. All that I cared about was me and him. "Don't worry," I reassure with a grin, "I don't care what everyone thinks."

He smiles and reached for my hand and I his, intertwining our fingers. I never knew my hand could fit so perfectly into his. We walk for the gym door and he opens it. We are greeted with the stares from our fellow school-mates. My eyes instantly find Bonnie. Suddenly she bursts out laughing.

"Finally Kim is dating that loser!" she taunted. I glance at Ron. His features are unchanged but I feel his grip tighten, To my surprise, everyone starts to cheer. The music starts up again and everyone is back to normal. That is, everyone except Ron and me. I see Rufus come out of his pocket and down to the floor, nudging Ron's leg and moving him closer to me. The naked mole rat then scuttles over to me and does the same to me. I give a wane smile to Ron and he the same. We both walk to the dance floor.

He releases my left hand and I place it on his shoulder, and he placed his on my waist. His touch sends a pleasurable shiver up my spine, and our other hands are still clasped. We start to dance, moving in time to the beat. We were very close together, but it was not close enough. I release my grip and Ron looks at me, a confused expression upon his face. I move closer, putting my hands around his neck and leaning into him, my body next to his. I feel him move akwardly, then he puts his arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder. We dance for a few moments like this.

I pull my head away and at the same time he does too. We gaze into each other's eyes. His brown peircing eyes were intense and deep, full of emotion. His gaze makes my stomach flip like a fish. This was not a crush. This was something way more. So much more. We were so close that our noses were almost touching. As if on instinct, we close the distance and his lips meet mine.

We finally had to part for air and I gaze into his eyes again. He was smiling at me, and mouthed a phrase. I almost cried when I saw what he said.

"I love you.".

Instantly I knew it.

I was in love.