Our Place in the Food Chain Chapter 2: Part II, a kim possible fanfic

Our Place in the Food Chain: Part II

Ron had been wired all night as if he had been mainlining one of those caffeine filled sports drinks. In fact, he'd only had clear, lemon-lime sodas the evening before, trying to keep his system clear of anything that would keep him jumped up like he was. Not that it mattered, he was wide awake from the moment he tried to lie down to the pre-dawn hours as the clock counted down the minutes with seeming infinite slowness.

The dancing, the kissing, in fact just about every aspect of last night's date had been almost frantic and it wasn't just on his part. It was something that neither of them wanted to let go and when it was finally over he didn't want it to end. Though they didn't part at her house until well after midnight, he didn't want to come home. He wanted nothing more than to curl up with her, on the couch, on her bed, in the seat of his car, it didn't matter. All that mattered was being with her.

He eventually drifted home after driving around town for almost an hour. So much had changed in the brief three months they had been 'officially' together. Their relationship was deeper, more intense than either would have believed possible before. When he had first confessed his feeling for Kim while tied to a giant Chimirito, he thought he might simply be given the chance to become her boyfriend. He thought there was the possibility of holding hands with her, perhaps even kissing her sometimes in addition to all the things they already did together.

The truth became clear very quickly. The feelings they had for each other were not only real, they were strong, very strong, far stronger than they would have been if they had never met before that night. They had not only opened the floodgates to consuming emotions and physicality, they had completely blown the dam away. So much so they found themselves not discussing chances to sneak off to steal a kiss, but having to have very frank and honest talks about where they would and would not go at this point in their lives.

The last week they had spent almost every waking moment together, to the point Kim's mother just about had to chase him home every night to get at least a little bit of rest. Even then he found himself lying in his bed until the wee hours of the morning, counting the minutes until he could jump out of bed, shower and head for Kim's house. Fortunately for his health, he would often remain deeply asleep until around ten in the morning, his body finally overruling his heart and mind.

That didn't happen this time. He didn't know whether it was the fact he had to be up at six in the morning or that everything was about to change. All he did know was that he spent the entire night staring at his alarm clock, the minutes counting by slowly as though they were openly defying him, mocking him in his misery at being separated from the woman he loved.

I can't go on thinking like this! KP loves me and she's not going to stop loving me because I can't be with her twenty-four/seven! I've got to keep my head in the game. School comes first now, more than ever!

As he stared at it, the clock rolled from five-fifty-nine to six o'clock, the buzzer blaring almost insultingly at him. He hopped out of the bed, quickly hitting the off button on the alarm, not wanting to disturb his parents, who often didn't rise until after seven. In moments he was in the shower, scrubbing himself as excitement built to a fever pitch.

Slowly another notion was creeping into his head, one that both appealed to him and frightened him. This year was going to be different from any other. Not only was he going in as the boyfriend of the most beautiful woman in the school, but he was going to be a senior! No more would he be the social outcast, the 'pink sloth' he was once described as. He wasn't going to be a follower any more, he was going to be at the top of the heap, looked up to by others, especially the underclassmen. He would have a place at the Senior Table at last, not just as a guest by shallow creatures like Amelia. It was his place, by right of passage through the first eleven years of school and most importantly, this time he had earned it.

Somehow he had finally found a way to stop being the slacker he had always been. Over the last semester his grades had suddenly turned upwards, the term ending with his singular best performance ever. Where he had gone into the semester in danger of being held back a year, he had instead brought his grades up to the point where he would go into his Senior year without any cloud of doubt whether he should be there.

There had been many factors at work such as the slow approach of maturity but the one thing he thought had the most to do with his newfound success was Kim, not only for her direct help with his schoolwork, but because he had an intense desire to please her. Not even that, but now that they were together, it was his best hope of being with her as much as possible. Now he wasn't thinking just of surviving high school, but going on to college as well and not just any college, but Middleton College.

Three months and ten days together and he already knew in his heart of hearts that they would spend the rest of their lives together. His feelings for her were that intense, that complete. It didn't matter that she was a Blue Fox and he was a Pink Sloth, whatever those titles were supposed to mean. Much as he claimed to discount the Animology quiz two years ago, it still hurt him that it hadn't said Kim was his Soulmate.

She was! He knew she was! That's all that mattered.

One thing he really didn't want to admit to himself was that he really wanted to arrive at school today with Kim on his arm. He wanted to show the world who he, Ron Stoppable, was in love with and was loved by. He wanted every last one of the one thousand plus students to know he had the most bon-diggity girlfriend in the whole school. No, the whole city…the whole planet!

He stood in front of his dresser, seriously stoked. He put on a pair of silk boxers Kim had given him for his birthday earlier in the month. Not that she would know he had them on. What mattered was that he knew (he wasn't considering the possibility that his pants wouldn't fall at some point that day.)

Opening the top drawer he started getting slightly frantic. Where were they? In the last four years he hadn't gone to the first day of school without wearing one. Certainly they weren't all dirty. Leaving the chest of drawers he started rooting through his dirty clothes.

Think, think, think. I've got four of them. Let's see, one of them is likely in the bottom drawer of Kim's dresser. Okay, Kim asked for one to wear as a night shirt. She's probably wearing it right now. That's two over at her house.

That should still leave him two left.

He slipped on a pair of tan cargos and ran down the stairs to the laundry room, digging through both dirty and clean clothes alike. He couldn't find one! Where were the other two? When did he last wear one? The summer had been relatively hot, so wearing two layers was neither comfortable or wise.

Let's see, he was wearing one on Kim's birthday…Oh snap! They were called away on a mission on her birthday and they ended up having to spend the night on an island off the coast of North Carolina. Kim made off with another one that night!

That left…last night!

He didn't come home wearing it. Kim had them, all four of his dark red hockey jerseys, his trademark look, an integral part of his essential Ron-ness!

He slumped his shoulders and mounted the stairs back to his room. At least some part of him had spent the night wrapped around her body. Actually, that thought made him smile. Kim had such nice skin. It was warm and smooth, perfect save a few rapidly fading freckles left by a bad sunburn they had gotten at the beach. That led him to thinking about her perfect little nose and pretending he was kissing the freckles right off of it.

Ron glanced at his clock as he got back into his room. It was already six-thirty. Throwing on his blue bowling shirt, he grabbed his leather jacket and raced down the stairs. It still promised to be a rather warm day, being the end of August, but the jacket was there more for safety than anything else. At least with his motorcycle he was getting some use out of it, having stuffed it deep in the closet after the unfortunate 'Zorpox' incident.

He had to smile to himself as he made his way back towards the laundry room. Early last spring his mother made him clean out the garage, a task he managed to complete. Granted, he had to employ a matter-eating self-replicating plasma monster to do it, but in the end they finally had a usable garage once more. Of course, almost overnight other stuff started piling up in there since neither of his parents ever put their cars in there, but he managed to keep enough space clear to park his bike.

The motorcycle had to be the best birthday present ever. It wasn't much to look at, being slightly older than he was, but it was his and it ran pretty good. He knew he wasn't long from buying new tires for it, but it was in fine shape for tooling around Middleton.

He even let Kim drive it alone sometimes. After all, she had a motorcycle endorsement on her license before he did. It would come in handy on missions sometimes, she told him when she revealed that little tidbit to him. He suspected she might have been pushing the bike right up to its limits when she was out joyriding with it, but that was just Kim being Kim.

Donning the jacket, he slipped on the helmet, hitting the button for the garage door. As it rose up into the ceiling his face fell.

Rain was coming down in buckets. It must have been a large storm as the whole sky still looked almost black. Normally this time of year he would have expected some thunder, but he hadn't even bothered looking outside.

As he was hanging his Jacket on the handlebars, prepared to go inside and beg his parents to let him borrow a car a little two-door hatchback rolled up, the driver tooting the horn twice. Ron knew the car well, having once borrowed it for a big date with Kim.

He waved, though he wasn't able to see the driver in the pouring rain. Grabbing the jacket he held it over his head as he made a break for the car, almost forgetting to his the close button on the door.

"Oh, aren't you all hotness in leather." Monique cooed as he shut the door. "Figured you wouldn't be rolling in this monsoon."

"I appreciate it, Monique. I was really looking forward to showing up on the bike, though."

"Ron, you would have been soaked to the bone before you got a hundred feet. Is that any way to show up at your special lady's doorstep the first way of school?"

"No. Like I said, thanks."

"Is that any way to thank your girlfriend's best girlfriend, the first woman you ever saw naked?" She leaned over toward him, making exaggerated puckering motions with her lips."

"Monique! I thought we agreed we'd never speak of that again, or the kiss?"

"I'm just playin' ya, Ron." She put the car in gear and headed for Kim's house.

"You haven't told her about that, have you?"

"What the kiss? Hell no. It wasn't like there was anything behind it. You didn't tell her, did you?"

"No. Like you said, nothin' behind it."

They rode in silence the few minutes it took to get to Kim's. Ron was still embarrassed about the incident, especially since he had a faint notion in the back of his mind, a tickle to his ego that maybe there was something more than the mere curiosity she confessed to that day. If that was true it was like cheating on Kim, something he wouldn't even consider doing.

Not when he had the best girlfriend in the world!