Ron-Fortunate Events: Situation Oblivious
By S-Chrome
Disclaimer: Ron. Kim. M.C. Cork. Schooley-B. The creators. Bit players. Owned. Disney. 'Nuff said.
In a little town named Middleton, a storm was a-brewin'
Not the type of storm that dumps fast moving rain, hailstones, and thunder loud enough to spook the cows, but a storm of frustration. A storm of confusion and downright anger was brewing. Like most storms it was churning quickly, and it was almost tattooed on the face of Kim Possible. Three times she tried to get intimately close to him which ultimately failed . Two times she tried to take the direct approach to the boy who she had unexpectedly fell for, and two times he had managed to blow it.
...This is the guy she fell for.
'I mean, how dense could he possibly be?', She thought to herself. It was almost unbelievable. Monique and even Bonnie tried to clue him in, yet and still, no luck.
'No wonder Tara & Yori gave up,' She thought derisively.
Kim had known that Ron didn't really understand girls that well, if at all. But enough was enough! When she was hinting who she had the hots for, she had locked lips with him in the hallway, wasn't that the absolute direct approach? And what did Ron say?
"It's Brick Flagg isn't it?"
The thought of that answer agitated the redhead so much that she pounded a clenched fist onto the breakfast table, and promptly snapped the poor defenseless table in half. Plates were shattered as they hit the floor, coffee cups and orange juice glasses broke on contact. The rest of the Possible family glanced in horror at the sudden destruction, followed by taking a frightened glance at the now embarrassed redhead.
"Kimmie, is there something wrong," Her mother asked, still in shock from the suddenness of what just happened seconds ago. With a quick "Nothing's Wrong. Byemom, Byedad, Later tweebs," Kim flew out of the house, leaving the four family members pretty much bewildered. That small outburst clearly illustrated that this crushing business was really getting to her.
As she walked alone on her way to Middleton High, a feeling of doubt crept over the teen hero. Maybe it wasn't meant to be. No one should be worth all this frustration. But then again, that feeling in the pit of the stomach doesn't come and go as it pleases. Neither does the sudden flushing of the skin, and all that... mushy stuff. As the conflicting views continued to volley back and forth in her mind, another view came in front and center; 'Take your mind off of him. Focus on something else.'
That seemed to be a good idea.
No further than a half mile away, a young man was wracking his brain trying to find out what was wrong with his best friend. She hadn't talked much to him since that evening a couple of weeks ago. It was a strange sunset for sure, as Ron, who was waiting for Kim to reveal who she was crushing on, found himself locking lips with her instead. He still didn't know what to make of that. He figured that she was avoiding him because he might have got the wrong answer.
"Now do you know who it is?"
"Uh-huh."
In fact, he still had no idea who this guy was, and apparently Kim was getting upset because of it. The sidekick never wanted to see her upset because of what he did or didn't do.
The blond's disposition changed from the normally lively, to an uncharacteristically grim. He figured that there was only thing to do: Just ask the question himself. It was just a matter of getting to school.
He turned the key to his scooter, and began to hit the road.
Well... He hit the road, the scooter had died at the end of the driveway.
'Piece of junk.'
Ron was still disappointed to know that he was still being avoided. He didn't like where it was going. Heck, he didn't like where he was going.
The cafeteria. Where the breakfast and lunch were awful, and the lunchladies were even worse. As he continued to dread, something caught his eye.
Kim was sitting there, a few meters away.
He began to amble toward her, only to stop. What if he made the situation worse? What if she blew up on him? The blond shook off these thoughts and continued his path.
Kim didn't want to avoid Ron the way she was, but there was little choice. Either she was going to stay mad at him from a distance, or totally blow up in his face. As she looked to her immediate left, however, blowing up may just occur.
"Uh... Hey, Kim.," Ron said, fidgeting all the while.
"Oh... Hey, Ron. I-I was just...," Kim trailed off. She raised out of her seat to get away from her crush. She exited the cafeteria and power walked along the hallway. With some luck, maybe 'Oblivious Boy' would get the point. But, as she reached her locker...
"K.P., " Ron exclaimed whilst panting. "What's the rush? Is there something wrong?"
"Well... Uh...," She tried to sustain a reply, but couldn't bring herself to tell the young man the truth.
"W-Was it something I said or did,"
No response.
"It was something I did, wasn't it?"
Again, no response.
"Was it that time I said that the black dress made you look a little chubby?"
Kim shook her head. That was extremely annoying, but not the reason.
"Was it the time I fell on top of you and let Drakken get away?"
"No.," Kim said, shaking her head. She remembered that more fondly than anything.
"How about the time I threw...,"
"No," Kim said, cutting him off. Wait a minute, threw what? "What are you even talking about," She asked with a raised eyebrow.
Oops.
"Uh, never mind that. Look, it-it's gotta be something, Kim! I mean, you've been like, avoiding me for almost a week and well, I... miss you, K.P.," Ron admitted, hanging his head.
Uh-Oh... Guilt Central.
"You just gotta tell me what's wrong, Kim.," The blond pleaded.
As the minutes ticked and ticked away, Ron tried to figure out an answer for his best friend's problem, only to be rebuffed time after time. As they walked together in the hallway for the first time in like, weeks, Ron continued grilling every thing from chocolate to sugar rush. Kim, on the another hand, was beginning to feel a tad bit annoyed at all these silly questions. She hoped that maybe her sidekick would just give it up for now.
No such luck.
"Is it... Female pattern baldness?"
"No.," The redhead replied, rolling her eyes.
"Is it that I like A.B.C.'d Bubble Gum?"
"No, Ron.," Uggghh. Too much information.
"Is it... That time of the month?" The blond asked shakily.
That did it.
It was the straw that broke the camel's back. It was the kindling that stoked the fire and brimstone. It was the floodgates opening. It was the lightning bolt that preceeded the storm. It was...
OK, Enough with the metaphors. With a full stop, the redhead let out a frustrated groan, and faced the blond.
"No. No. No!", Kim exclaimed. Ron shrank back at the tone of voice that was being used. With her fist clenched tightly at her side, the beautiful, and now deadly redhead began to unleash six months of frustration on her terrified sidekick.
"You just don't get it, do you? I try to lay on your shoulder. I try to sing for you. I kiss you in the freakin' hallway three weeks ago, and you don't know what's wrong?" When the blond shrugged his shoulders in confusion, the teen heroine's ire (and blood pressure, for that matter), rose a tenfold.
"I can't believe you, Ron! I can't (sniff) believe you don't know what's wrong.," She said, her voice beginning to break. "If you had one scintilla of good sense, you would know what was wrong.," she chided. With that, she made an about-face and walked away from the shocked blond.
Yes, it was harsh, but this was getting torturous. Six months of crushing... and yearning... and whatnot. Her best friend's obliviousness was starting to actually hurt, and if he wasn't going to get the point, why bother?
'No wonder Tara & Yori gave up on him.,' Kim thought again, blinking back tears. She seriously did not want anyone to see her like this. As she went to pull the cafeteria door open, she found that a hand was pressing on the door, keeping it closed. The teen hero whirled around to see who was impeding her entrance.
It was Ron, with a very concerned look on his face.
Maybe he did get the point! Maybe it was meant to be! Maybe friends can become lovers without incident! Maybe the Astros would beat the White Sox!
"Kim... Uh... What's a scintilla?"
Maybe Not.
The redhead let out a weary, frustrated sigh before taking Ron's hand off the door.
"Leave me alone, Ron.," She said plainly as she retreated into the cafeteria.
Ron cursed himself. That wasn't the question he wanted to ask! And moreover, Kim was gone, possibly for good. He sincerely had no idea what was wrong. Maybe this was the great divide that was going to break up the best of friends. Maybe they just wasn't meant to be friends for life like he had previously thought. Maybe it was all over. Maybe Christy Carlson-Romano was the worst pop singer since like, ever.
No. He couldn't let this be. Thirteen years of friendship in the tank? Just like that? Stoppable would hear nothing of it. With a revived sense of determination, he left the school. Sure, he would pay for this infraction in Summer School, which was like, four months away, but this was important. Very important. Mas importante. He wanted his best friend back and so help him, he was going to get her back. And he knew of only one person who could help him.
His psychiatrist.
Dr. Phil...
...Lis
End of Chapter One.
What will happen to Ron? Who is Dr. Phillis? Is C.C. Romano the worst pop singer ever? Find out in Chapter 2! Same Oblivious Time, Same Oblivious Place. Same Oblivious Channel!
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S-Chrome