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Chapter 12: Mission Im-Possible
The service was over and people started milling around the front of the Synagogue, visiting. Mr. And Mrs. Stoppable walked over to some friends to chat. Ron and Amelia were left by themselves. "Amelia," Ron turned to her and said forcefully, "I'm happy that you were able to attend the service with my family, but..." Amelia looked at Ron quizzically. "But what, Ron?" "Well, I think you might have crossed a few boundaries in there. You were sitting way too close and I think your hand was on my leg a couple of times. You were hitting on me, weren't you?" Amelia looked down at the ground, then turned away. "It's not that I'm not flattered." Ron said. "I mean, Man, I would've given my right arm for that kind of attention from you before. From you or any other girl."
"Ron, confession time," Amelia stated flatly, turning to him. "I didn't know you were Catholic?" Ron chirped with a grin plastered on his face. "What?" she said, confused. "Sorry, I was just trying to lighten up the conversation. I hate serious confessions."
Amelia took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I guess. But it's time I fessed up. I didn't come back to Middleton to visit the folks. I knew they'd be out of town this week. I came back for you!" She let that sink in for a minute. "For me? Why?" he asked.
Amelia took another deep breath and sighed, "I'm lonely. I mean, sure, I have a glamorous job and an eight figure bank account. But I also found out quickly that the job and money are nothing if you don't have anyone to share your life with. I started to look around. All I found were movie and rock stars. They were all egotistical or into the drug scene. Or both! Not what I wanted. So not me. I started to think of the people from high school. All my old boyfriends are married now. Then I remembered my Pink Sloth." Ron's eyes lit up. "Animology, oh yeah!. That bunch of B.S."
Amelia smiled a little smile. "Yeah. Well... I went through the book again and found I'm still a Plum Minx. I figured you're still a Pink Sloth and maybe Kim had found her Yellow Trout, leaving you free. I realize now, you're not a loser like Bonnie always said. You were always sweet and kind and caring to everyone. A little goofy at times, but a true honest person. In school, I didn't see you, for who you really were. I had gotten so caught up with the food chain. So I came up with my own Mission. I returned to Middleton for you."
They both fell into silence. Amelia had her arms wrapped tight across her stomach, wishing she could just disappear. Ron looked at the ground and kicked at a loose pebble. He finally looked up into her eyes. He spoke quietly, "Amelia. I'm... I'm flattered and slightly confused. You could have anyone in the world, and you chose me." He paused and then continued, slightly bolder. "I was wondering why Mom was going on and on about you this morning. She said, 'Amelia is such a good Jewish girl. So helpful, so beautiful, so rich, and what a smile!' You were trying to get to me through her, weren't you?" Amelia nodded weakly. "I thought so," Ron said flatly, his face screwed into a look of concentration. He turned, folded his arms behind his back and started to mutter, just like at the pool. Amelia put her hand on Ron's shoulder. "Are you O.K.?"
Ron turned back to her, his goofy grin was back. "I'm sorry, just a bad habit. I found that's the only way to get my thoughts together." He got serious again. "Last summer, after helping Bonnie, I decided to make a few changes myself. Senior year was coming up fast and I did some hard thinking. I realized I was drifting and I had to make something of my life. Especially if I wanted to keep Kim, you know, as a steady girlfriend. So, I told her no more procrastination and vegetation for me. I wanted us to be a real Team, with a capital T. I mean both on missions and as a couple. She's helped a lot. She pushes me in our physical training and keeps on me about school. I get mostly B's now instead of my usual D's and F's. I've really changed for the better, and Kim and I are solid. I still goof up, every once in a while. But I do it on purpose and I think Kim is catching on." They both chuckle at that. Ron took her hands in his. "Amelia, Kim and I both realize we are meant to be together. We are Soul Mates, Animology be damned... excuse my French."
Amelia squeezed his hands, "I realize that too. Now. You two are so in sync. I thought I had split you up when Kim found us naked. But it was just her fiery, red-headed temper flaring. You got back together so quickly. Then you got the call about Kim's Dad. You went to the car for the gear while Kim got the information. I mean, click, click, click. You each knew what needed to be done, and did it. You are a Team!" Silence. Tears were beginning to flow from her eyes. "I had it all planned out. Get your schedule from Barkin and meet you in the hall. If you and Kim were still together, I'd find a way to separate you. I thought luck was with me when Kim had to go meet Wade. Then I was going to seduce you at my place. That was going great, til Kim showed up. I tried working on Kim's Mom. But she loves you so, and you're already part of the family." Amelia was sobbing, loudly, into Ron's shoulder. "Then I started working on your parents."
Ron held her in his arms, patting her gently on the back. "That wouldn't of worked. You can swayed Mom, but you'll never tear me away from Kim. Just... don't go Super Villain on us." Amelia straightened up and stopped crying. She sniffled once, "Wha?" Ron's biggest goofy grin reared. "I mean, go all Revenge on Kim cause you can't have The Ron!" They started giggling, but Amelia's laughs turned back into tears.
Mr. and Mrs. Stoppable walked back up to the pair. Amelia was crying into Ron's shoulder. "Ronald," Harold Stoppable said sternly, finger pointing accusingly. "What have you done to this poor child?" Amelia jerked away from Ron's embrace. Wiping the tears from her face, she answered, "Nothing. I was just showing Ronnie some of my acting abilities. I might get a part in a movie next year." She got part of her composure back and turned to Ron. "What do you think? Can I act, or what!" Ron slyly winked at her, "You had me convinced!"
They all turned to walk to the car, Ron and Amelia trailing behind his parents. Ron whispered to Amelia, "The Bard once wrote, "All the world's a stage and we are but humble actors.'" Amelia leaned closed to him and rasped, "What does that mean?" Ron wrapped his arm around her waist. "If we were meant to be, it would've happened. But whatever does happen, He's writing the story." Ron pointed up with one finger. Amelia smiled and snaked her arm around his waist. They walked to the car.