Pizza. Pizza and a fake pirate with a fake hook on it's hand. Plastic! Not even real! Could pizza ever replace the once oh-so-delicious Bueno Nacho? Could fake Italian overpower Mexican? Bueno Nacho was gone. Pirates had taken over. Pirates were evil.

It had been over a week. Over week with out Bueno Nacho.

Ron stood in his kitchen. The counters, and Rufus, were covered with melted cheese, dry tortillas, and burned chips. The microwave sat smoking and the fire detector was beeping loudly. He groaned in frustration and ran over to turn it off.

His life seemed to be falling apart. No perfect Bueno Nacho Naco, and no Kim.

Oh, he had Kim. But it was an awkward, her trying hard not to hurt him worse, "let's be friends" Kim. Truth was, they had barely spoken in the past week.

Yet, she had the nerve to come knocking on his door pretending everything was cool. He knew it was her before he answered, "Come on in!"

He didn't know why he let her in. Kim was probably the last person he wanted to see right now. He frantically pulled out a paper towel and tried to wipe down the messy kitchen. "Hurry Rufus, help me clean up this mess before Kim-"

"Hi Ron." Kim was suddenly in the kitchen, smiling, being all Kim-like. Rufus and Ron froze and looked up at her. Ha! Kim thought she could break up with him and come back crying, saying how much she missed and loved him. It wouldn't be that easy.

"Hi KP," is all he said.

She looked around the room at the mess and back to Ron. "You have cheese in your hair," she pointed. "Right there."

Ron attempted to wipe the cheese out, but only succeeded in spreading it around. "I was trying to make a Naco," he admitted. "The evil pirates won't serve them." He had spent the last four hours trying to make the 'right' Naco; it was just no use without the proper Bueno Nacho ingredients.

"Ron, you invented the Naco."

"Yes," Ron agreed. "But that was with Bueno Nacho supplies. I see no Bueno cheese here, no perfectly crisp Bueno chips, and definitely no Bueno Nacho beef taco meat! And without Bueno Nacho for the past week, I've had to dip into my hot sauce collection. I only have 5 packets of Hickory Smoked Cheddar left!"

"Wow," Kim replied sarcastically. "That must be horrible."

"Like you care! You were the one who wanted a different restaurant."

"Ron," Kim said slowly. "For the last time it was not the restaurant."

"Oh yes," Ron said, remembering. "It was because of what happened at the picnic."

"Ron, there was no picnic."

"Yes! When the frog jumped on my chicken!"

"That was in second grade!"

"You're doing it again," Ron said accusingly, eyes narrowing.

"Doing what?"

"Fighting! This is how the break up started!"

Kim simply rolled her eyes.

"Well, you still don't care about Bueno Nacho!" he said sadly.

"Yes I do! I really am going to miss those grande sized chimeritos,"she said, trying to convince him. "But do you really expect it to stay in business after the Diablo toys incident, with Drakken and everything?"

She had to mention that night. Bringing back those memories, only to stab a knife in his heart.

"Whatever." Ron continued wiping up the mess in awkward silence.

"Are you ok, Ron?" she asked, after a while of watching him sadly working.

"Oh yeah,"he replied, wiping his cheesy hands on his pants. "I'm fine! I even have a date with that hot new Asian girl from school later this week."

"Really," Kim said. She knew he was lying. "Ron, she's an Inuit girl from Alaska!"

"Right!" Ron perked up a bit. "I love the German!"

Kim sighed, shaking her head. "Any ways, I was thinking we could go check out that new Pirate place. I hear they cook one heck of a pizza!"

"I'll stick with Nacos," Ron said grimly. "Besides I, I have homework."

"Ron doing his homework?" Kim questioned.

Ron didn't answer.

"Ron, I thought we could still be friends. You've been ignoring me this entire week."

He tried to smile, "We are Kim! We're best friends, Ron Stoppable and Kim Possible."

This made Kim feel somewhat better.

"I just have homework, schools tomorrow. I also need to get this kitchen cleaned up before my parents get home."

"Are you sure?" Kim asked hopefully. "The pizza's good. Good bagels, too!"

"First pizza," Ron scowled. "Now bagels? What is this world coming to?"

"They're good bagels..." she cooed. "Italian bagels."

"No, thank-you," Ron said acidly.

"You should at least come and see the place. They have a mini swimming pool and plank, with real plastic sharks!"

"That replaced our booth!" he cried.

Kim was silent for a bit.

"Sorry KP, I really don't feel like going anywhere right now."

Kim simply shrugged. "Well then, I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah," Ron sighed. "See you tomorrow." And with that, Kim left the room and was out the door

"Friends?" Ron asked Rufus as soon as he was sure that Kim was gone. "She wants us to be friends after what happened?"

"Uh-huh," Rufus squeaked.

They continued attempting the Naco.

"What about Monkey? Mankey!" Kim corrected herself as she stood staring at Josh Mankey.

She and Monique stood at her locker before school the next day, looking for possible boyfriends.

"Girl," Monique snapped. "You already tried that one."

"What about Jerry?" Kim asked hopefully. "He's really sweet."

"The boy shaves his legs,"

"He's on the swim team," Kim sighed. "They all do. That's how they swim fast." She frowned, and headed towards the vending machines.

"How about Earnest Flemming?" Monique suggested sarcastically.

Kim stared. "The chess captain?" She continued pressing the buttons for her Dasani water. "The stupid machine is broken again." she mumbled.

"Kim, we know," Monique pointed at the large 'out of order' sign taped to the vending machine. "It has been all week."

Kim continued pounding on it. "I've been so out of it lately. How about the Jason something that I sit next to in Algebra?"

Monique bit her lip. "Nah... I don't like his nose."

"Monique!" Kim said, pounding the machine one last time and turned around scowling. "You're the one who wanted me to get on with my life!"

"I do!" Monique agreed, throwing out her hands. "Just not with Jason from math class."

"Then who?"

"Someone... European!" A grin spread over her face. Then it fell. "Not that you'd ever meet anyone like that."

"Someone like him?" Kim eyes were now staring across the hallway. An awed silence fell over the school. A stray paper floated down the hall way and the silence was only broken by a small freshman narrowly escaping a bully.

Monique turned around and a suspicious smile crept over her face.

A dazzling white stallion, mane whipping in a non-existent wind, charged through the senior hallway. A cd player fell with a clunk from a nearby locker and began playing Chicago's 'Inspiration' . He was tall, with wavy brown hair that fell down as he tossed his head. His deep blue eyes burned into the air equaled only by his perfect, white teeth.

He trotted along on his horse, moving closer to the spot where Kim and Monique stood in awe. He wore Wranglers and a black satin shirt cut down to his chest. Then he stopped, staring straight at Kim.

"Hello m'lady," he said in a strong European accent. The country of origin could not be distinguished.

"H..h...h.. Hi," Kim stuttered, still staring into his eyes.

He hopped off his horse and gave his hair another toss, a girl screamed and fainted. He kissed her hand. "I'm Aaron," he said romantically. "Aaron Dipity." A laugh was quickly followed by Brikk. "What kind of last name is that?"

Aaron turned around, not the least bit of annoyance was on his face. "In my native tongue, it mean 'warrior of great wisdom'."

He turned back to Kim. "And you are?"

"I'm.. I'm.." she stared at Monique in confusion. "Monique! What's my name?"

"Kim," Monique said flatly.

"I'm Possible Kim!" She rushed. "I mean... I'm Kim Possible."

"You are so funny with your American style humor. It is very nice to meet you, Kim Possible," He said quite politely.

The bell then rang, cutting their conversation short. "Well," replied Aaron. "I must be off. I shouldn't be late for chemistry. Good bye Kim Possible, good bye Monique."

He walked away, hitting the vending machine they were standing by. A Dasani water bottle tumbled out. As he disappeared around the corner, Mr. Barken called off, "Hey! For the last time, no livestock on school grounds!"

Monique smiled as Aaron was chased off by Barken. Kim faced her.

"Wait?"she asked. "How do you know him?"

"I uh.. He's a foreign exchange student. From somewhere in Europe! I uh.. I met him a few days ago, when he first came to the country," Monique said nervously.

"But why didn't you tell me about him!" Kim grabbed her shoulders.

"I didn't think you'd like him," she said backing away. "You're so picky!"

"But he's so gorgeous!" Kim spun in a circle and fell against the vending machine. Then she reached down, pulled out the Dasani and held it to her chest, sighing.

"Wait.." Kim was pulled from her thoughts. "I have chemistry, too! Aaron! Wait!" She ran off down the hall.

Ron sped into the school parking lot in his new Ron-improved scooter. He wasn't quite sure he was riding it, being the machine he had last ridden with Kim's arms wrapped around his shoulders. But it did finally pack a punch, and finally he was the one passing Kim and Monique. Only... they weren't there. Once again, he was late.

Still, it was nice, cruising along, one with the blacktop. And this time... there was no Erik. Only... a big white horse?

Ron barely had time to hit the breaks before skidding into the horse. It snapped at him, and he just managed to dodge that. "Aw, man! There's a horse in my spot! And I paid five bucks for a senior parking pass!"

And why was there a horse? Oh, no, there hadn't been another brawl at the FFA meeting again, had there?

Well, it was just a horse. That was fine. In his parking spot. But that was okay. Just a nice horse... Yet for some reason he couldn't explain, this thing scared him. Perhaps it was best not to bug the horse. He backed away, moving his scooter into the only open spot. A sign read "Superintendent Parking Only," but how often did that guy show up? He grabbed his bag and moved into the school.

He was so late for chemistry! He had been up all night cleaning the kitchen and had slept in. But he had come up with a brilliant design for the desert Naco! He ran to his locker. No KP. Eh, she was most likely in class. She was always on time. She was such a good girl.

He slipped into the chemistry classroom, cringing at the teacher's shout. Old Miss Dingleheimer were her false teeth and large cat-eye glasses. Scariest teacher around.

"Sit down!" she shouted, returning to her romance novel.

Felix, looking very pleased with himself for some reason, waved at him and pointed at the empty seat next to him.

Yay, a spot. Ron crossed the room and slid into the seat.

"Hey, Ron-man!" Felix continued. "Hey, Rufus!" He high-fived the small rodent.

But Ron ignored him. He stared across the room at Kim, who was chatting excitedly with an unknown boy. "Who's that?"

Felix looked. "Huh? Oh, yeah. That's Aaron Dipity. The new kid in school."

"This late in the year?" That was unbelievable.

"Yeah.. Well, it's a summer foreign exchange student! He just came early on accident. We didn't know what to do with them. I mean, they didn't know what to do with them."

"Uh-huh. But.. Why's he talking to Kim?"

"I don't know," Felix said with a shrug. "She seems to really like him."

Ron felt a stab of sadness. Had she really gotten over him that quickly?

Kim watched Ron slip into the classroom, but gave him no mind. "So, Aaron? You're really from Europe? What country?"

Aaron's perfect eyes seemed to smile. "Uh, it's a little country between France and Norway."

"There's several."

"I know, I know, but it's very small. We don't speak of it; too hard to pronounce. We're not even part of the United Nations."

Wow, he's actually heard of the United Nations, Kim thought. That was rare for guys in this school.

"I'm sorry I didn't recognize you earlier," Aaron continued. "You are Kim Possible. The famous teen hero. I remember now. You are the one that they–"

A scream filled the room. Felix. "We broke another beaker over here!"

Miss Dingleheimer snarled. "How? I didn't assign an experiment!"

"Then what are we doing?"

"We're waiting for Miss Dingleheimer to see if Eduardo and Bianca ever get together!"

Kim looked back to Aaron. "You were saying?"

"Oh, nothing," Aaron said. "Except that you are beautiful."

Kim blushed.

And then Ron called out her name. "Hey, KP!"

Kim forced a smile and waved back.

"Who's that?" Aaron asked. "That blond kid back there? Is he your boyfriend?"

"Oh, no!" Kim said after a bit of a pause. "Ron? He's just a friend."