Disclaimer: For those that think different, Kim Possible and the properties there of are owned by Disney. Which if you believe the rumors in the business world, Steve Jobs is about to start running. Maybe he can have Woz guest star on Kim Possible when Wade calls him in for a consultation... Okay, enough of letting out my inner geek.

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Author's Notes: Long time in coming chapter... And I am afraid that it isn't up to my own standards, much less my loyal readers. Please be brutal if you must. I have had a lot going on in my life and just haven't been able to get thoughts coherently focused enough to do one of my continuing stories.

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As a world traveling heroine, Kim was used to many different things. This was not one of them. She was in a quiet, secluded and critically acclaimed restaurant with a famous performer, while her best friend was more than likely losing his virginity. To say that it tapped her weirdness scale was an understatement. She was unable to focus on anything for too long.

"Kim," she heard as a hand took hers. "It will be okay. They both want this. It is a culmination of their feelings. Let it go. Not only that, but I feel unwanted when you ignore me," pouted the diva across the table from her.

Kim shook her head to clear the cobwebs and looked at the platinum blond sitting across from her. Those blue eyes just seemed to draw her in. Those blue eyes... Kim shook her head again derailing the thought process that was taking her to an unwanted and unwarranted, so she tought, station. "Sorry, Britina, it's just that Ron and I have been so close for so long that I am afraid that..."

"You will lose him? How many times have you had a boyfriend and he was still there for you?"

"I didn't keep a count."

"And what makes you think that he will drop you as a friend now that him and Bonnie are becoming intimate?"

"Well, nothing really, but..."

"Nothing but your insecurity. Kim, things change. I can promise you one thing. Tomorrow, a week from now, a year from now, Ron will still be your best friend and you his. So what else is bothering you?"

"Well, with Ron and Bonnie together, well... Don't worry, it is too embarrassing."

The blond sighed, squeezed the red heads hand and leaned in close to her, "You won't embarrass me. And I won't laugh or anything. Tell me."

"Okay, well, with Ron and Bonnie together, I don't know of anyone to take or take me to Prom."

There was silence. A delicious thick silence that hovers in the air before a breathtaking storm. A silence that causes church mice to shiver in its presence. A silence that... well you get the idea.

'She has no one to take her to Prom? And she is freaked by it? This could be my chance to show her what I feel. I just can't push it too hard," thought the pop singer. "Well, I am sure that we could find someone out there, or possibly in here to go to Prom with you."

"Trust me, out there the only possibility is the new guy that started today. Don't get me wrong, he is a hottie, but there is just something about him. As for in here, there is only one person I know," Kim looked at those bluer than blue eyes. There was a pause, then a pause and a blink. A blink and a pause after that when her mouth opened, "YOU?"

"Keep your voice down. Yes, me. It would be the talk of the school. Ron, Bonnie, You and Me all arriving in the most pretentious limo that I can arrange. The three of us in one of a kind dresses with hair and make-up professionally done. Ron in, I don't know, Armani? I don't know a man alive that could look bad in an Armani suit. Ron and Bonnie can slip away for some personal time, while you and I rip the hearts out of any boy that deigned to cast you aside. Plus, I never had a chance to go to a Prom before."

Kim giggled. Then she smiled. "Sure, that sounds great. So should I order the corsage, or should you?"

Britina's face flushed the shade of Kim's hair, luckily hidden by the shadows, of the darkened restaurant. "Uh, we will have to talk that out."