UPDATE 10-23-05: Fixed 9001 fat finger mistake. Thanks goes to halfawannabe.

The story is moving kinda slowly I know but seriously I have big plans for the whole thing and I just wanna try and set a lot of stuff up while keeping the humor and fluff in balance. I promise there will be some good action chapters…providing I can write action well. Lol. Thanks for following along and as always please R&R

Oh and a probably unneeded note: Everything in italics represents thought.

Ron So the Normal – Chapter 3

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Empty Middleton Gym Bleachers

Kim sat on the bleachers in the empty gym. Cheer practice had ended just a few minutes earlier and the rest of the squad had already headed to the showers, Kim though, had stayed behind.

She sat, pom-poms at her sides, looking down at her tennis shoes. They were bright white like the rest of the girl's shoes, the distinct lines of stitching in the suede trailed in circles around her feet. Her eyes traced the stitching as if it would lead her mind to some kind of treasure. There was no treasure at the tips of her shoes but it afforded her eyes a place to wonder as did her mind. She sat there silently in thought.

I really like him. It's so weird. He's not a guy, he's Ron! The words she'd heard herself say all too often rang through her mind. But now, suddenly he wasn't just Ron, now suddenly, he was also a guy. I don't think I have ever looked at him like this before! Maybe it feels so weird because I never have given him a chance as a guy; I've only seen him as Ron, refused to see him as anything else. Well there was the moodulator incident but that was so much different than this. He makes a pretty good guy. His smiling face appeared in her minds eye. Get it together Possible, he makes an incredible guy! Kim sighed as she remembered Bonnie's words from earlier during practice suddenly pierced her thoughts. "So how's the loser out reach program going Kimmie?"

She had ignored Bonnie. I should have said something! Kim replayed her silent reaction in her head. Ron is not a loser! Can you say that your BF has saved your life on several occasions!

"I should have spoke up!" Kim spoke out loud to the empty gym. She shook her head slightly as she sighed sadly. Her hair continued to sway as she settled and looked at her shoes again. Why am I constantly letting him down when she attacks him? She exhaled a ragged breath and looked around, the thought slowly being replaced by another.

I wonder if he's out of detention yet. She laughed to herself. Detention, poor Ron had gotten hit pretty hard as he walked into class almost 15 minutes late, Barkin had saved no mercy for him. Detention, oh how she loved the bad boys, she rolled her eyes, even if it was only for being tardy. She smiled at herself and narrowed her eyes in thought. And he was late for me…Her hands smoothed the pleats in her cheerleading uniform's skirt as she spaced out momentarily, her eyes locked looking forward into the empty bleachers.

I wonder if he likes how I look in this. She shook her head and smiled again as she recomposed herself. He probably doesn't even notice; he'd love how I look no matter what. She looked up towards the gym entrance expectantly just as her center of thought came strolling through the door way.

"Hey there Mr. Bad Boy.", Kim's eyes danced as she smirked at Ron walking over. She got up and moved a bit closer after he had slumped down on the bleachers. Ron stretched out, lacing his fingers behind his head as he pretended to lean back into thin air.

"Hmm?", His face went serious, his brow cowering down over his eyes. "Stayed out all night with my girlfriend and came in late for class because I was cruz'in on my bon-digity motor bike." His seriousness broke into a goofy smile. "Yep I'm a rebel." He smiled looking coolly at Kim and then playfully smirked. "So does the head cheerleader still dig the bad boys?" He wiggled his eye brows playfully.

Kim's mouth slowly drew to a smirk. He's actually flirting with me, clumsily but still, flirting! "Oh, I don't know." Kim rolled her eyes. "I could be crushing on one I guess." She leaned over, her face moving closer to Ron's face. Ron sheepishly leaned over toward Kim trying to mimic her gesture but his supporting hand slipped on the smooth bleacher seat sending him falling backward comically. His butt landed on the lower platform sending his feet flying in the air.

"Oh yes, such a rebel.", Kim rolled her eyes and smiled as she reached down to help right Ron back onto the bleachers.

She grabbed a hold of each of his hands and tugged him back up onto his seat. As he came up with her momentum Ron playfully but gently kept moving falling forward his arms reaching around Kim as he moved. He stopped just short of bumping heads with Kim, his face just inches from hers. Kim smiled happily feeling herself in Ron's arms; Ron smiled back, a small bit of shyness in his eyes.

"You know Ron," her eyes starred into his, his chocolate brown eyes almost swallowing her whole. She giggled momentarily and ran a finger down his nose. "We really should chill out; I'm almost beginning to agree with the tweebs about our cooties." Ron looked playfully shocked and was about to protest when their cootie filled moment was broken by an all too familiar noise forcing them to return to reality.

Kim rolled her eyes slightly irritated and unraveled herself from Ron's embrace. She dug through her knapsack as Ron sat watching patiently, she always had it near by during cheer practice just in case, and pulled out the kimunicator. "Why do I get the feeling this is going to be a common occurrence?" She asked Ron, agitation and disappointment in her tone. She blew a lock of hair from in front of her face and hit a button on blue handheld bringing it to life.

"What's the sitch wade?" Kim said as a young boy genius appeared on the tiny screen.

"Hey Kim, You got a hit on the site. Heh, it's been almost two weeks since I've had to say that. It's been really quiet." Kim and Ron's good friend looked out at the two with a smile from the handhelds screen. He paused and reached up adjusting the camera causing the screen on the kimunicator to fizzle for a moment. "Um, did I disturb anything?" Wade had noticed the quiet tone between his two friends and responded with his own uneasiness.

Kim half scowled and was about to answer Wade with a snappy retort when Ron piped in before she could. "Been nice and quiet hasn't it Wade!" He pushed his face in between Kim and her handheld. Kim rolled her eyes and pushed him away firmly but playfully.

"So wade you were saying?" Kim glared at Ron. He almost whimpered under her eyes but went goofy as her glare turned into a sultry come hither gaze. She stuck her tongue out momentarily as wade typed furiously oh the keyboard.

"Well this is an odd one. And I saw that." He grabbed his soda and took a slurp before speaking. "Seems that GJ..."

Kim cut him off, her eyes blinked at him perplexed. "Saw what?"

"You and Ron's little banter." He didn't even look away from his computer screen as he continued speaking. Kim's cheeks shaded an unnoticeable light pink as he continued. "Ahem. Seems GJ is seriously concerned that Drakken and Shego are planning something drastic after the way you guys beet them so badly last time." His hands had paused at the keyboard.

Kim's face went sour. "I thought they were in Middleton maximum security prison. That one designed specifically for freaks."

Ron had lost interest after the first few words Wade had shared and was now busy looking at something beneath the bleachers.

Wade continued. "Yeah, well looks like they made another record breaking escape. Apparently security cameras caught Shego literally dragging Drakken out kicking and screaming, Kim apparently she was pretty ticked off. She melted her way through 3 tons of concrete reinforced titanium." Wade leaned back in his chair musing.

Kim looked upset as she gave the handheld her full attention listening as Wade continued. Ron poked his head up from between two bleachers, Rufus sat perched on top of his head. "Kim, do you want some gum?" Ron asked nonchalantly as he played with something in his hands.

"No thanks Ron." Kim said nonchalantly, she hadn't really paid attention and gently brushed Ron off. He shrugged and held up the biggest wad of chewed bubble gum ever amassed. "Ok." He tossed it over his shoulder thoughtlessly but then cringed as it landed on the next bleacher with a loud bang. Kim just kept looking at the kimunicator's screen listening intently as Wade finished. Finally she shut of the screen and looked over at Ron, her mission attitude obviously washing away all signs of giggly crushing school girl that had adorned her face just a few minutes before.

"Our ride will be here any minute, lets get going." And with that she grabbed his hand and hurried off towards the now empty locker room.

Their Ride

Ron looked at Kim as she sat next to him on the small passenger seat located behind their pilot. The rotating blades of the police chopper kept her hair in constant movement as if it had life of is own. He sighed happily and dreamily watched her hair dancing. The yellow tint of the visor on his helmet added an extra touch: her hair almost looked like strands or pure gold dancing in the wind.

Kim finally noticed him starring at her and blushed for only a split second before smiling. She playfully poked him on the shoulder. "Ron, earth to Ron, are you on board here?"

"Yeah, KP, I'm good.", Ron snapped out of his daze and smiled sheepishly at her.

He could barley get the words out over the drone of the chopper blades.

Kim sent Ron one of her trade mark "melt a guys heart" smiles and then turned to their pilot. "Thank you so much for the lift on such short notice Officer Goodson." She reached up and grabbed a lock of hair that kept blowing into her face tickling her nose. Ron, without thought, reached out and gently pulled the strand out of her hand tucking it behind her ear.

"Well, Miss Possible it was the least I could do after you helped us prevent that prison riot." the officer spoke but never took attention away from the controls. He almost needed to shout over the hum of the rotors. "Besides, who knows what these Shego and Drakken characters will be up to next."

"It was no big really. I mean anyone could have tricked the prisoners into going back to there cells." Kim grabbed Ron's arm. "I must say though, Ron here's the one that distracted them with his mad dog cheerleading mascot routine. I couldn't have done it without him." She scooted a little, her side snuggling tighter into Ron's.

Ron sat there dumb founded, the pretty red head still latched onto his arm. He could feel his face blush but he wasn't sure if it was because of the praise that was being heaped on him or from embarrassment at the cheerleader remark. Man is this gonna take some getting used to. He brushed the whole conversation away and tried desperately to change the subject.

"So KP, explain something to me. Why no bon-digity super suit? I mean you totally rocked out in it during our last battle!" Ron looked down at her surveying her clothes.

As Ron sat there looking at her Kim couldn't help but look at herself too, she was wearing her usual mission outfit, baggy cargo pants, her form fitting black shirt which left just a touch of mid drift showing and her turned down work gloves. The outfit paled in comparison to the silvery, form fitting, tech incrusted suit that she had worn only a few weeks ago during there fight with Shego and Synthodrone 901.

She shrugged. "I guess I just felt it wasn't necessary. I mean, it's kinda a "when I need it" kinda thing."

"Oh, well that's cool I guess." Ron said thoughtfully quiet.

"Besides" Kim continued, "Wades got it right now. It was damaged during the fight with Shego and he was going on about upgrading it or something." Kim grabbed another lock of flying hair from in front of her face and tucked it behind her ear.

"Miss Possible, we're coming up over the prison now." Officer Goodson interrupted the two teen's conversation.

"Alright, Thanks again sir." Kim and Ron both stood to there feet. Ron began nervously checking his parachute and helmet as Kim confidently stood at the edge of the chopper door, helmet in hand.

"KP, tell me again why we can never land at our destination?" He crept up next to her and peered over the edge. His eyes widened at the height.

Kim looked at him hard for a minute, her hair flying as the chopper rotors beat the air rhythmically. She smiled mischievously.

Ron looked Kim in the eye nervously. "I...I'm serious Kim...I really don't like..." But that was all he could say. Before he even knew what was happening Kim had slid over next to him and kissed him, her lips lingering on his just long enough for him to feel her tongue teasingly barely part his lips for a split second before she stepped back from him. Ron seemed almost comatose as his world stood still for a moment, his eyes starring out into space blankly. Kim smiled a devious grin as she gently pushed him out the chopper door, put on her helmet and then daintily leapt out after him.

To be continued…..

Obviously more to come. I hope you enjoyed this one and I hope I've keep them in character while still trying to push them further as characters. Please Read & Review. Thanks.