Look I finished the next chapie! It'll take a while for the next I think cos I want to make it better than these so this is just to keep you occupied! I want the rest to be like Ems writing cos she's soooooo good. Go read now! Or pay the consequences! Oh and enjoy!

And r&r plz! Or I won't write anymore!lol jk

Chapter 3: Dissed and Dismissed

Getting Kim to let Lynn join them for dinner proved impossible, and the same went for them going in a group. Finally, he decided to give up and just tell Lynn that he would have to meet her at the dance and they could hang out while Kim spent hours in the bathroom fixing her hair and makeup for absolutely no reason at all.

When they arrived at the dance, Kim quickly grasped his hand and did a quick round of the dance floor, making sure everyone saw them together. Often, he thought she just saw their relationship as a publicity deal, as if that wonderful night at Prom had meant nothing to her.

With the requisite stroll completed, she informed him she needed to go powder her nose, and with a chaste kiss to the lips, she left.

Seeing Kim was finally gone, a form materialized from the shadows. "Why, don't you look dapper this evening?"

Ron looked over in the dim lighting of the gym to see Lynn's form illuminated by the star-like shimmer of the disco ball. Her hair was pulled up into a simple up do, cascading down to her shoulders in curls of luscious red. Her eyes shown like rubies in the twilight, like a golden haze just beyond the dawn. He looked down to see she was wearing a simple black gown, a halter, that dipped low in the back and had one slit up her left leg, revealing a perfect, wonderfully and naturally tanned leg. She wore black stilettos that made her lovely feet even lovelier. "Uh . . . h-h-hi, Lynn . . ." he stammered, scratching the back of his neck. "You look gorgeous!"

"Thanks," she blushed, turning around, modeling the dress for him, revealing a green mark in the shape of a monkey on her back, hanging upside down from one shoulder blade, its tail wrapped around her neck like a choker. He'd seen it the other day, but had been too mesmerized by her personality and too lost in those ruby eyes to mention it. "Hey, cool tattoo."

"It's a birthmark," she informed him.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I'm glad you like it."

"Ron! Didn't I tell you not to talk to her!" They both turned around to find a very angry Kim Possible glaring at them.

"What! What's so wrong with having a friend, Kim!" was Ron's furious reply. She was about to answer but he cut her off. "No! Shut the Hell up and listen to me for once! You're pushy, possessive, rude and self centered! You think Lynn's a nefarious little whore? Well, she's not! If you want to find one, why don't you try the mirror!"

She was too shocked to reply.

"And you know what? I don't want to date one anymore. Yeah, that's right! I, Ron Stoppable, am breaking up with Kim Possible! So deal with it."

Kim just looked at him, angry tears falling down her face.

"Come on, Lynn, let's go," he said softly, taking her small, delicate hand within his own larger one, and leading her out into the night.