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For nights on end Ron dreamed about Kim. It wasn't unusual; he'd been dreaming about KP since the day he met her.
Over and over he'd dream out the scenario of her death dozens of different ways, always ending with him somehow crushing the villains and saving her. In his dreams, nothing was too hard.
But in real life, everything was hard. Ron hooked up with Felix and Monique, trying to comfort each other without really saying they were. But it did help. Spending long hours after school playing basketball or watching wrestling really did keep his mind off Kim. Still, it hurt, even though it had been over a month.
"Hey man! How bout some one on one before class starts?" Felix shouted at Ron as they left the locker room. Monique was sprawled out in the bleachers, staring into space with tears in her eyes. Whenever she was left alone for too long, she tended to sink back into her melancholy state. Ron tried not to look at her, focusing completely on Felix, and trying to even up the score. A few seconds later, the ball snagged the wheel of Felix's chair, flying out of bounds and bouncing over to the door of the gym.
"I'll get it," Ron volunteered and started to jog towards the doors. That was when it happened.
The ball bounced up and stopped, about the height it would have had someone been holding it. It stayed suspended there for a few seconds before hurtling back at Ron's head as if someone had thrown it. He caught the ball and stared at the place it had been. He blinked. Kim was standing there in her cheerleading outfit. He blinked again. She was gone.
He ran forward, half expecting to crash into her. Behind him Monique gasped and tumbled off the bleachers.
"What happened?" Felix asked.
Ron shook his head hard, trying to get the image in his mind to leave. Or come back. "I just saw…Kim. Just like that time before when she came in and caught the ball… When you first moved here." He looked wildly over at Monique.
She was standing on the other side of Felix, nodding. "I saw her too. Just for a second."
"Whoa…you saw Kim? You can't see Kim. She's…gone," Felix stammered reluctantly, but turned back to the space by the door, evidently hoping to see the same phantom Monique and Ron had. There was no such luck.
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All day long Ron felt agitated and excited, as if something inside of him was screaming to get out. He fell asleep that night staring at Josh's picture and holding Panderoo to his cheek.
Ron turned his attention from the warm, oozing naco to her. She was laughing hysterically. He frowned, confused.
"What?"
Kim clutched her stomach and rolled over and over on the ground, laughing. "You were talking…" She gasped a few times. "…To the naco!"
He was caught. "Um…so? You've seen me do it before!".
"So? So it's funny, Ron! So you always make me laugh." She became somewhat serious and rolled over until she came up sitting right next to him. She brushed the hair out of her eyes to reveal a face red with laughter. "So you always make me feel better."
Ron grinned. "That's what I'm here for, KP."
Ron put an arm around her back and pulled her towards him so she was leaning against his shoulder, then continued eating his naco.
Kim giggled and relaxed, and within a few minutes she was out cold, her head in Ron's lap. He smiled and lobbed the remainders of his picnic lunch at a nearby garbage can.
Even as the dream ended and Ron woke up, he kept his eyes clenched shut and breathed slowly and deeply, because he could still feel her against him, and his heart didn't seem to hurt so much.
The alarm clock went off. Ron groaned and gathered his strength before lifting an arm to hit the snooze button. The alarm went dead before he touched it. Hoping his mom had come to tell him to take the day off, he opened his eyes.
He couldn't see the clock. He sat bolt upright, only to discover someone sitting on the side of the bed. Kim.
Shocked, Ron hesitantly reached out and poked her shoulder, expecting her to fade away. She was solid. Kim turned at his touch, looking at him sleepily.
"Morning," she muttered, stretching. Ron gasped and fell back, entangling himself in the sheets. He watched in awe as Kim got off the side of the bed and stretched.
"Going to school today?" she asked, as if nothing was wrong.
"Um…Kim…"
She grinned and clambered back onto the bed, putting an arm around him. She was still solid. Amazed, he poked at her again. She laughed. She was real…
"I promised I'd never leave you, Ron. You need me, and I need you. So here I am."
"What?"
"I'm waiting for you."
Author's Note:
Well, now that my computer and I like each other again, here's the third chapter. I'm posting this story mostly because it needs work, and I'm looking for advice and constructive criticism. So, if you've got a sec to spare, click on the review button and help a fellow author out!