A/N – This may be my last quick update. I've written five chapters in these three days and I really need new ideas people. PLEASE. I'm suffering from writers block and I don't want my story to end up cliché. For the next few days, I'll probably withhold any new chapters I write in hopes that I can get new ideas to change or improve them.

I'm guessing this fiction will go into a very dark and treacherous turn sooner or later. Be prepared. ;)

This chapter starts from Kim's point of view and then shifts to Ron.

Chapter 5

Homecoming Dance. I can't wait. 'This is going to be so great,' I told myself. Josh and I have been going steady for two months now, and I've now gained confidence around him. I know I used to melt at the sight of him, but now I know he's not perfect and that's perfectly fine with me.

My thoughts turned back to Ron. I know I've been a jerk to him, and of course it's all my fault. It's just that, those last two times I wanted to spend some time and talk to Ron, Josh showed up. He'd always used to make me forget whatever I was in the middle of and focus all my attention on him. It's not like that anymore, since I'm not obsessed with him anymore. It's more of an equals-relationship now, rather than idolization. Thus, I can talk to him and know what's going on at the same time now. I just wish I had this power before, so I wouldn't have pushed Ron away. He's seemed so distant lately. I'm really worried about him. I've tried to talk to him in school lately but he's been avoiding me quite well. God I miss him.

The other surprising aspect of my life is the fact that there have been no missions. Wade can't even track Drakken and Shego. Without missions, the one time where it's always only Ron, Rufus, and me is gone. Maybe I'll see him at homecoming tonight; from what I've heard, Ron appears to have lost some of his clumsiness and is actually gaining some muscle. However, it was still doubtful that he could get a date with his reputation. 'Did I just think that?' I asked myself, disgusted with myself. At that moment, the phone rang.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey Kim, it's me." It was Josh. "I can't wait for the Homecoming dance tonight. You ready?" I have spent this whole week looking for the perfect dress.

"Of course I am, Josh! I've only waited the past month for this day!" We talked on and on for three more hours before I realized I had to run some errands for my parents. I returned at six and got ready for Josh to pick me up. I had to admit, I did look quite ravishing in that new dress of mine.

We arrived to the dance just on time, which was held indoors at the school gym. Man, it was crowded. We danced for an hour before taking a break.

"I'm going to get us some punch," Josh said. "I'll be back in five minutes or so." As he walked away, I saw something drop out of his pocket. Realizing it was his wallet, I went to pick it up when I saw something that stunned me. There was a picture of Bonnie Rockwaller that had fallen out. 'Don't worry,' I told myself. 'It's probably just an old picture that Josh forgot to throw away. He loves me after all.'

Reassured, I picked up the wallet and headed after him. However, I realized he wasn't headed towards the drink but rather towards the door that led outside. 'Why would he do that?' I asked myself. I decided to follow him but to keep quiet about it. He walked out of the doors and started towards a lone figure. 'What the Hell?' I asked myself. The lone figure was none other than Bonnie Rockwaller.

"Hey, Joshie," she said in that sweet, sexy voice of hers that made me sick. "I can't believe you still came here with Kimmy."

"Look, Bonnie, I had no choice. She can't suspect a thing, so I had to take her here."

"Why do you still keep her around? Is getting her in bed that important to you? You know I'm probably a hundred times better than her." With that, Bonnie shoved her chest against Josh and, to my horror, they kissed.

As they finished Josh said, "I better get back before Kim suspects something." He started walking in my direction and I was too stunned to move.

"Kim, is that you?" he said. I didn't reply. Instead, I started sobbing, hot tears streaming down my face. This whole time he had been playing me, when here I was head over heels for him. I threw his wallet at him and took off running.

"Kim!" he yelled after me. What did he take me for? Did he really think I'd stop just because he yelled my name? I ran blindly away from the school, tears obscuring my view.

As I started to gain control over my sobbing body, I realized where I was subconsciously headed: Ron's house.

I knocked on the door, and Ron answered.

Ron's Point of View

'Stupid homecoming,' I thought bitterly to myself. It's just another time to make myself see how big of a loser I am. Here I am, home alone on a day where everyone is out there having the time of their lives. Then again, at least I don't care about that much about being a loser anymore, knowing I'll be gone from this accursed high school after this year. My grades have actually been relatively good, and I know it's good enough for me to graduate and to have a clean slate in college. 'I'll probably go work for Drakken full-time after I learn some life skills,' I told myself. A knock on the door broke my train of thought, irritating me a little. I answered and saw none other than her beautiful face and her ravishing figure.

"Hi, Kim," I said apathetically, not looking her in the eyes. "Why aren't you at Homecoming?" I asked glibly.

"Ron, I—" She sounded like she was crying. I turned my head upwards and looked at her eyes; her face was soaked with tears. All the walls and barriers I had created against her broke down right then and there. She needed me, and I wasn't going to abandon her, even if she had made my life miserable and lonely.

"KP," I said gently. "Do you want to come inside and talk about it?" She could only nod. I led her to the living room, turned on the lights, and turned off the TV.

"Ron, I'm so sorry," she whispered. "I'm so sorry for everything." And despite everything, from the way she made me feel like nothing to her plain and simple abandonment of our friendship, I could feel nothing but forgiveness for her.

"It's okay, KP. I'm here now," I said, embracing her in a tight hug on the couch, letting her cry onto my chest (I have muscle there now finally). She told me about her night, and I could only listen and nod silently.

"I felt so betrayed," she said, breaking into sobs again. 'And I didn't?' I said to myself. 'What about what you did to me?' I wasn't going to vocalize my thoughts, however, because I still cared too much about her. I still thought of her as my best friend…and more.

"And you know what? Why would he want to go out with me? He can have any girl he wants, so why was I so naïve to believe that he'd choose me?" Ironic, isn't it?

"I'm nowhere as pretty as some of the other girls he probably sees, so why did I believe he'd put aside his life for me?"

"I think you're the most beautiful girl in the world, KP," I said honestly. "I'd do anything for you." That was no lie. Even after all she'd done to me, after all the rage and sadness she caused me, I was still willing to do anything for her.

"Ron, I…I'm so lost." She acts as if she's the only one who's even been lost before.

"KP, if it makes you feel any better, I'd take you over any girl any day," I said softly. 'It's now or never,' I told myself. If I didn't tell her now, I might never have a chance to. "Kim, I-I love you."

Silence.

"Ron, I love you too," she said. My heart stopped. In all my wildest dreams I had NEVER expected that to happen. 'She loved me?' I felt like the greatest man alive. I just wanted to shout out to the world, "KIM POSSIBLE LOVES ME!" This has got to be the greatest day of my life. Suddenly, the dark road ahead seemed illuminated by an angelic light, with my angel KP leading the way. We fell asleep together on the couch, still warmly embraced.