Already wrote a couple more chapters, though everything is written in a rather rushed manner. And considering the fact that I make small mistakes and sometimes my sentences end up becoming weird, I am reading through the chapter once more in order to change the parts that don't make any sense.

My birthday happened a couple of days ago, even though I wanted to release this chapter a while back.

CajunBear73: Yeah, it is time to change for him. Though it will be a gradual and small change. After all, I imagine change adding up just like compound interest.

Guest: To be honest, I actually haven't characterized Bonnie for this story but I will do it as soon as possible. Bonnie is a rather big part in the High school life of Kim possible.

So enjoy.

Chapter 4 Jack

*Creek*

The door made a sound as Ron opened the door of the supposed last room on the second floor.

What awaited him was something he didn't expect.

Three people sat on chairs as they glanced at the newcomer.

Two of them were pretty normal, at least in Ron's eyes.

One of them was rather thin and tall, the other one a little bit chubby and even smaller than Ron.

They seemed to be acquaintances as they seemed to be distant to the third person in the room.

The third person was a weird fellow, he had a face-covering mask, black sunglasses to hide his eyes, clothes that covered his seemingly muscular body that would almost burst out of the cloth and white gloves.

Though that wasn't the only thing that made Ron be careful around this weird fellow as the height of this person seemed to be a little bit above six feet.

Which, considering the fact that Ron still didn't have his growth spur, was an impressive height and it seemed no problem for the fellow to look down on him.

'I hope I am in the right room..?'

"Oh Hello, are you also here for the special group? For those that still don't know which group they should join. Basically those that still don't know what their problem is. Or perhaps it is too unique."

Spoke the thin and tall one with a seemingly forced smile on his lips.

Ron just wanted to reply to this greeting before the chubby and small person spoke:

"Ugh… I mean how about we do an exercise? I mean it is pretty common to connect to each other. Who knows? You might even become friends. So how about you group up with this person here? We are going to another room and we will also tell the receptionist that there is a session going on here. At least for today."

Without even a single foot in the room, the pair that seemed to be made for comedy stood up from their seats and then patted Ron on the shoulder.

Then they quickly left the room.

Ron could only stare at their backs as they seemed to rush out of the room.

'What was that?' thought Ron before turning back towards the weird fellow.

"Hello." A deep and almost creepy voice sounded as the weird masked fellow spoke.

Signals of danger rang in his head as the voice made him feel as if he flirted with danger reincarnated. Something that he didn't particularly loved.

Escaping would probably be a better term for what Ron Stoppable would love to do in this instance. As facing this scary masked person wasn't something he

"Please sit. I have heard that this is a self-helping group. Why are these people so weird? Am I truly so scary?" continued the weird masked fellow before offering Ron a seat opposite to him.

Gulping, Ron mechanically walked towards the offered seat before staring at the masked fellow that probably could have played a major role in one of those typical horror serial killer movies.

Without makeup and without doing anything at all. In other words, the person sitting on the chair seemed to be born ready for it.

'Ron, stop being afraid. I mean this guy isn't here to kill me, right? I mean what would he gain if he were to kill the amazing Ron-man…. I mean…. not like anyone is wanting to kill me.' Pondered Ron while he carefully studied the actions of the weird masked fellow.

'Or can it be? That Monkey man with his ninja monkeys!' at this sudden shock, Ron wanted to bolt away. However, the weird masked fellow began to speak and thus eliminated Ron's safe excuse of running away:

"You know… I am actually doing this for the first time, but I guess everyone has to start somewhere."

The huge masked fellow that Ron deemed as a potential serial killer began to take a deep breath and sighed.

*Sigh*

"I actually have a problem about appearance, you see? This is the reason why I wear all of this. Previously, I was a rather nasty kind. So right now I am trying to change myself. Can you relate to that? Experiencing something that I didn't like. But you can't hide from the truth. Even I know that."

At the beginning, Ron was still tense and only began to relax a little bit when he listened to the appearance problem.

He kind of understood the fact that appearance seemed rather important. Heck, Kim Possible was someone that once was called Tin Teeth when she had her braces.

Now? She was a gorgeous red hair, head cheerleader with the brightest smile ever. Not to mention her curvy curves, her now orderly and white teeth as well as the cute belly button that would always be shown in the cheerleading practice or shows.

When Ron continued to listen to the weird masked fellow, he began to resonate with him more and more. Experienced something that you didn't like, but was the harsh cold truth?

It seemed eerily similar to his own experience.

'I guess this guy isn't such a bad fellow. I mean… he wants to change as well, right?' thought Ron as he glanced at the masked fellow once more.

A rather awkward silence followed as both parties stared at another.

Ron tried to see what might be under the mask of the large fellow, yet every single part of the fellow was covered, no skin was showing thus leaving people guessing what might be under the clothes.

Seemingly trying to assure that he wasn't in such a dangerous situation, Ron slowly began to speak while he sat on the opposite side of the masked fellow:

"What do you mean by being "nasty"? I mean… I hope you weren't… you know… your looks."

Surprised at the question, the disguised fellow quickly answered with his bizarre deep voice:

"Well, I was rather mean to my precious family. Though it is pretty hard to change. After all, if you grew up to have family issues, they are pretty hard to fix. Nevertheless, I am here for the appearance issue. I don't know whether or not I can tell you. Tell me something about yourself? Little boy."

Ignoring the offensive nickname as the situation was just beginning to turn weird, Ron began to think.

Thus another short silence followed before anything else happened.

Still not used to the bizarrely deep voice of the masked fellow, Ron began to explain his own issue as it seemed that it was his turn to speak:

"Well. To be honest, I have a rather similar issue."

Rubbing his blond hair, Ron continued to speak in a nervous tone:

"The… the thing is that there is a friend of mine. And… well… I realized that I care about her. More than just "being friends", lovers, you know? Boyfriend, girlfriend."

The reply came almost instantly as the fellow replied:

"Why don't you just tell her? Wouldn't you rather try and fail than regret it for the rest of your life?"

"She has a crush on someone that is badical, extremely badical. He is a "hottie", amazing at arts, lead singer of a garage band, good at school, has brains, has the goal of changing the world to a meaningful place and overall is an extremely decent guy. I can't compare to that, you know?"

The masked fellow continued to stare at Ron as if awaiting something.

And indeed, Ron continued to speak:

"I mean, I want to be with her. Her smile it's just… you know…, mesmerizing? But... it is impossible with her."

Ron had a slight mental smile as he noticed the obvious word pun. But he lost himself in the following sentences.

He tried to explain it in a reasonable tone, yet he failed miserably as more and more emotions went into the explanation. As if trying to convince himself that it is okay.

Okay to be simply friends. Staying friends, even though he would love to have more.

Thus, Ron lost himself into his own mental world.

Unknown to Ron, the weird masked fellow wanted to put his hand onto Ron's shoulder.

Yet after a short time of hesitation, the weird masked put his hand back to the original position.

A loud deep and voice interrupted Ron from trying to convince himself:

"So what? It seems that you are good friends. Already known her for a long time. Couldn't she simply choose you? I mean, what is stopping her from choosing you?"

"My looks." said Ron softly.

"Mhm? What?" asked the masked fellow.

"My appearance. I mean, I am not a hottie. Compared to my friend who is gorgeous I am simply not enough. You know, you have to follow the unwritten Rules." said Ron once more, this time in a normal voice.

Another awkward silence followed as both parties once more sat silently in their respective chairs. No other person in the small room.

As the masked fellow seemed to ponder on the so-called Unwritten Rule, more silent time followed.

"By the way, what is your name? My name is Ron." spoke Ron as he broke the silence with his usual demeanor. His face sported a kind yet goofy looking smile.

'I thought he would kill the Ron-man in the next few seconds, but he is a decent fellow.' thought Ron as he looked at the masked fellow that seemed to have a major appearance problem.

'There is a high chance that he is so ugly that no one wants to do anything with him. Poor guy.'

Thinking of reasons for the disguise, Ron didn't notice that behind the black sunglasses, the pupils of the masked fellow darted around the room.

Finally resting on Ron's Jacket.

"Well, Ron. My name is Jack. Nice to meet you."