Hey, it's me again.
I got some positive reviews from my first chapter (much to my surprise) so i thought what they hey, I'll write another chapter or two.
I don't think this chapter is as good as the first one, (Remember I was told to write that for class, so it was kinda ment to be a oneshot thing), but i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed thinking it up.
again don't flame. i appriciate constructive critisium (I can't spell) and positive stuff is good in my books, but i will just ignore flames.

Read and review please.

Dearing


"Hello Mr. Stoppable," my trench-coat clad visitor said calmly when I opened the door, "Am I interrupting something?"

I sighed dejectedly.

"Oh, nothing much, just another day hoping Kim's okay, moping my head off that I just can't come out and admit my feelings, so no not really you weren't interrupting anything."

Yeah, like I'd really say that to a complete stranger.

Taking a deep breath, I recited what my mom had told me to say to these whacked door to door salesmen.

"I don't want to buy anything, I don't want to sell anything and I don't want to give anything to charity." I said in a slightly bored voice.

The stranger raised an eyebrow from behind his dark glass, a hint of amusement on his pale face.

"I am not a whacked door to door salesman Mr. Stoppable," he said dryly, "I am here to help you with your…predicament."

"What are you a Guardian Angel?"

The man chuckled slightly as he looked down at me over his glasses.

"No, I am The Watcher. I live, only to assist people where I can with their problems."

"Uh-huh," I didn't sound convinced, "Hey, I got a problem, it's called a trench-coat wearing freak, whose standing on my porch, in the middle of a storm!"

The Watcher seemed unfazed by my sudden outburst, he just ran a hand through his jet black hair, ridding it of the droplets of water that caused it to cling to his skull.

"I believe you another problem," he stated calmly, "in the form of a green-eyed redhead?"

I felt my jaw drop, how did he know? He'd never met this guy!

"I…I don't know what you mean," I said quickly, looking everywhere but his face, a prickly heat rising in my cheeks as the thought of Kim popped into my head.

"Oh don't play games with me Ron," the stranger said icily, farcing me to look him directly into his hazel eyes as he slowly removed his glasses, "I'm aware of your feelings on the subject of one Kimberly Anne Possible. I'm aware that your life seems to be going great for you. A master chef of one of Upperton's most distinguished restaurants, how you get paid more then you could imagine to keep yourself and your family in the way to which you have become accustomed, how every girl from here to New Jersey seems to want you for her own, and yet…"

He paused for a moment, staring at me hard, making me feel small and insignificant.

"And yet," he said quietly, "The only girl you want, is a certain best friend that stood by you thick and thin, yet abandoned you for her boyfriend, yet still you followed her everywhere. What was it you said on Saturday? That day Mr. Eric Ulman dumped her for another girl? 'What I wouldn't give to hurt him the way he hurt her.' "

I stood in stunned silence, remembering that incident, well over a month ago.

"Are you aware of what Ms. Possible does for a living Mr. Stoppable?"

"She…she works for Global Justice," I murmured distantly, still trying to process what the man had said.

The Watcher looked down, his eyes sad and sympathetic.

"No she doesn't. This split up with Mr. Eric shook her up pretty bad. She was fired under the jurisdiction that she was unfit for duty, and she was fired."
I looked up, my eyes wide as he continued,

"The world is a cruel place for her right now Ron. Her parents are disgusted at her, for a reason…I can't really disclose. She could use some comfort. When she calls, I suggest you meet up somewhere, as soon as possible."

He paused again as he set his glasses back on his face.

"I think…she finally realises her feelings for you, but you should tell her, face to face, because you will regret it the rest of your life if you don't."

At that moment the phone rang, causing me to glance back at it in the hallway.

"You better answer that," I heard the mysterious man say quietly, "She's waiting."

"Hey that could be anybody," I said impatiently as I turned back to him, "It could be my mom or…"

I paused, and stared out into the darkness, for he had disappeared.

I blinked, I hadn't heard him leave, where'd he go?

The ringing of the phone brought me back into reality as I quickly headed back and made a grab for the phone.

"Hello?"

There was silence on the other end. I sighed, most likely another prank call.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

I suddenly heard a deep in take of breath through the receiver, before a female voice suddenly made my blood run cold.

"Hi Ron? It's Kim…"

I stared through the open door, just as a flash of lightning pierced across the sky.

There he stood, across the road from the door, a smirk on his face, but another flash, and he disappeared.

"Ron? Are you there?"

My eyes were wide, this was freaky beyond reason.

"Ron? Are you giving me the silent treatment?"

"H…hey KP," I managed to stutter, "What's up?…"


There will be only one more chapter after this one. However i'm not sure if i should post it or not. tell me what you think please.

Dearing