I don't own KP, as always.

Chapter 5: Is It Love?

"You're sure about this, Ron?" Kim asked at the stoop of her house.

"Well, braking up with you seemed like the right thing to do. Especially, now that I know your crush on me was mostly caused by the moodulator," Ron answered.

"I already told you that I really have been crushing on you," she interrupted, "I have been ever since I broke up with Josh two months ago. The moodulator just brought those emotions out in the open, where I prefer them to be."

Ron gulped then continued, "Um...well, I'm not sure if I feel the same way about you. Let me establish that their's nothing wrong with the way you look, Kim. In fact, that's why I'm not sure if I really like you beyond being friends. I'd like some time to figure out what's going on with my emotions. Okay?"

"So not the drama, Ron. I'll be waiting for you."

"Not really helping, KP," he said, then he kissed her on the cheek, "Uh...'night, Kim."

"Good night, Ron," Kim said, then a few seconds after closing the door said, "Yes!" At least that's progress.

–Saturday, after Temple–

As Ron walked up to Rabbi Katz he noticed that some of the girls at temple were giving him interesting looks. First he failed to notice that Tara liked him, now all the girls at Temple. Ron felt like such a looser. Kim had been crushing on him for two months, and he noticed just now. Kim, his best friend who never lied to him. Now that he though about it, it was quite obvious that Kim had been crushing on him. He needed advise, and Rabbi Katz was his best choice.

"Um, Rabbi Katz?"

"Yes, Ronald," he replied.

"There's this girl I know and I think I might, kind of, like her...as more then just a friend," Ron said nervously, "And she's, well, very attractive..."

"And you're not sure if you admire her for who she is or if you just attracted to her," Rabbi Katz finished for him.

"Uh, yeah," Ron said, feeling a bit confused, "How can I tell adoration from attraction?"

"One thing you can do is write a list of things you like about this girl. If there are more physical traits then mental or spiritual traits, then you only find her attractive. And if not then...well...you like her for who she is."

"Hey. That's great advice. Thanks," Ron said then saw that his parents were waiting for him, "Gotta go."

After getting home, Ron immediately went to the Possible house. He already knew that Kim wasn't there, but he wanted to talk to her dad. He rang the doorbell, and, to his satisfaction, Kim's dad answered.

"Ronald," he said, "I'm sorry, but Kimmie isn't here. She said she was meting Monique at the mall."

"Actually, Mr. Dr. P," Ron replied, "I wanted to talk to you."

"Well come in," the older man said while leading Ron to the kitchen.

"Uh, did Kim say anything about last night to you?" Ron asked.

"She usually doesn't tell me how her dates go, but she did see she had fun with you."

That's a given, Ron thought, Kim and I always have fun together.

"And she didn't say it like usually says it after going places with you," he continued, "She said it in a dreamy way I've rarely heard in her. You didn't...?"

"Of course not!" Ron shouted (for once figuring out what someone was going to say before he said it), "I was weirded-out enough by going out on a date with her! Not to mention that little "black hole" threat of yours."

"Sorry, Ronald," He saidwhile laughing,"What did you want to ask?"

"Well, I'm not so sure if dating Kim is the best step for us. She and I have already talked about it, but I've got to decide if breaking up with her is the right thing to do. How long did you know your wife before you started dating her?"

"I knew her for about four years before I seriously thought about dating her. Even then, it took me three months to get enough courage to actually ask her."

"So, you guys were friends?"

"Yes, Ronald."

"Weren't you afraid that dating would wreck your friendship."

"I was, but it didn't. In fact we became better friends after dating, and even better friends after we got married."

"Um, Mr. Dr. P, marriage is quiet far from my mind at this time," Ron said, suddenly getting an image of the man walking his daughter down the isle towards him (a very pleasant image), "Right now, I'm just thinking about the possibility of a second date."

"Remember this, Ronald: dating relationships (and marriages) are best between friends."

"One more question: can I borrow some paper? I've got to write something down."

"Certainly, Ronald," he said, handing Ron a piece of paper and a pen, "And, by the way, I wouldn't trust anyone more with my Kimmie-cub then you, Ron."

"Thanks, Mr. Dr. P," Ron said as the older man walked out of the room.

"Now what?" Rufus said.

"I write down what I like about Kim, and see if I like her…appearance or if I like her personality," Ron answered.

He then began to write.

Red hair (the first thing I notice about her)

Lovely smile (I can't help but smile back, even if I'm not happy)

Smart

Athletic

Creative (I'm one of the few people who knows that)

Shining emerald green eyes

Officious (she knows how to lead)

Determined (she goes after what she wants)

Helpful (she's always there for me when I need her or want her around)

Truthful (I could count the number of times she's lied to me on one hand, if I were keeping track)

Supportive (she backs me up, even when she doesn't agree with what I'm doing)

Daring (she's willing to take a risk for me)

She likes having me around (not many people do)

Great kisser!!!

"Okay," he said, then counted the physical traits, "one, two, three (athletic, I guess), four,…five. Only five? How many other traits? One, two, three—wait that's one of her negative traits (officious): she keeps bossing me around. Oh, well, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. Nine! Wow! I guess I do like Kim for who she is. Why not? I love her so much, I even like her negative traits. Oh…my…gosh! I just said that I love my best friend! What do I do?!"

Rufus climbed up Ron's shirt, getting in his face, and said, "Tell her."

—Minutes later at the mall—

"What do you think, Monique?" Kim asked her best girl friend.

"Well," Monique said, looking over the new outfit Kim was considering to buy, "it's definitely the perfect choice for getting attention from that special someone…"

"Monique," Kim said, glancing at the red-top and wondering if it would grab Ron's attention, "I told you already that I'm not trying to impress Ron. He's trying to figure out how he feels about me."

"Then, girl, you're just trying to help him along. There's nothing wrong with buying that to get Ron to notice what a good looking girl you are. He already has. Believe me. I've seen how he's been looking at you when he thinks you aren't looking."

As Kim smoothed out the brown pants that went perfectly with the top she asked, "Are you saying that you think Ron loves me?"

"If the shoe fits, ware it."

"Kim," said a voice, the sound of witch made her face light up.

It was Ron! And in his hand he held a small bouquet of red flowers. Kim knew, without him telling her, that they were for her. But did he realize that flowers were a boyfriend present? Kim hoped so.

"I got these for you, KP," Ron said, extending the flowers.

After Kim took them Monique slipped into the shadows. Thank you, Kim thought at Monique.

"Uh, Kim," Ron said while grabbing her free left hand (her right was holding the flowers), "we've been friends for a long time and I…well…"

As Ron held her hand, Kim's heart raced. He grabbed her hands before. But this time it wasn't to save her from an exploding dooms-day devise or some laser canon. It was an intimate thing to him.

"It's okay, Ron," she said lovingly, "You can tell me anything."

"I love you, Kimberly Anne Possible."

"Wha—eep," Kim said as Ron grabbed her and pulled her into a dip like in one of those romantic movies.

"Ron, I—" Kim said, but was silenced by Ron's lips touching hers.

Kim wrapped her arms around Ron and kissed right back. She ran her left hand through his tousled, blond hair and put some passion into the kiss. It was a wonderful experience. After what seemed like an eternity, he released her. At the time, Kim's vocabulary was reduced to one word.

"Wow," she said dreamily, "I…I…I love you too, Ronald Jonathan Stoppable."

"So," Ron said, helping her to stand again, "I guess this makes you my girlfriend."

"Mmm-hmmm."

"Booyah! I'm dating a popular girl!" Ron shouted, "Hey, what do you say we catch a movie?"

"Sounds great, but I'm not finished with my shopping," Kim said, "By the way, what do think of this outfit?"

"I love it," Ron said eagerly.

"I'll buy it, and ware it tonight."

"Coolio."

The only chapter without Tara. I thought I should focus on Kim and Ron's relationship for at least one chapter. The next one (Chapter 6: The Girl of My Dreams) will be up before February 11th. It'll be a song-ficchapter. Please R & R.