Kim Possible: The Sitch Of Summer: The California Trip Sitch

Chapter 8: Marty's House

Authors note: If I find any mistakes in this chapter, I will correct them.

After Hope asked Marty on a date and Marty volunteered to show Hope around his house, it was agreed that Ben would drive the rest of Team Possible back to their hotel room and they would all meet up at the dance later.

Ben parked his car in the hotel's parking lot.

"Thanks a lot for the lift, Ben," said Kim in appreciation.

"Yeah, thanks a lot," said Ron.

"It was very nice of you," said Tara.

"It's the least we could do for heros like you guys," said Ben as she handed Hope's bags to Kim.

"We'll see you later at the dance," said Sophie as she and Ben began to drive away.

"Bye," said Kim.

"See you later," said Ron.

"Bye," said Tara.

Just then, they heard Kim's kimmunicator beeping.

"What up, Wade?" said Kim.

"Kim, I just heard that other robot factories have been robbed," said Wade.

"First someone steals robot parts from Dementor and now who ever it is steals even more robot parts? Sick and wrong!" said Ron.

"Do you know who's behind it?" asked Kim.

"Unfortunately, the security cameras were disabled, but I'll let you know if I find out anything else," said Wade.

"Please and thank you," said Kim.

Meanwhile, at HenchCo, Bonnie's new Bebes were being loaded into transport trucks. Senior and Junior were waiting for Bonnie. Soon enough she showed up, only she was wearing a black dress and had a gold tiara on her head.

"Ah, there you are, Bonnie," said Senior.

"Sorry, I'm late, Senior," said Bonnie, "Just thought I should change my wardrobe to something befitting a queen like me. That black jumpsuit I've been wearing for the past two weeks looked too bland."

"It looks beautiful on you, my love," said Junior.

Bonnie kissed Junior on the cheek.

"Thanks, Junior," she said, "Now are we ready?"

"Yes," said Senior, "The transport trucks are all ready. And Hench and his men are setting up the assembly line in Burbank."

"Good," said Bonnie with a triumphant smirk, "Once we get to California, we'll make even more of my Bonnie Bebes. And after they take care of Kim and her loser boyfriend and those traitors Tara and Hope, no one will be able to stop us."

Meanwhile, back in California, Marty was driving Hope to his house. They parked in Marty's driveway and stepped out of the car.

"Well, here we are," said Marty as he led her over to the front door, "Watch your step coming in."

Hope nodded as she followed Marty through the door.

"I'm home!" Marty called out.

"Oh, hey, Marty," said a woman's voice from down the hall, "I heard you were showing Kim Possible and her friends around town. How was it?"

"Had fun, Mom," said Marty, "And I brought home company."

"Really? Who?" Marty's mom said before she came in and saw Hope.

"Oh, hello," said Marty's mom who had short light brown hair, "Who are you?"

"This is Hope," replied Marty, "She's a member of Team Possible."

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Mcdonald," said Hope with a smile.

"Nice to meet you too, Hope," said Mrs. Mcdonald before shaking Hope's hand, "Did anyone else come with you?"

"No," replied Marty, "Ben's taking the rest of Team Possible back to their hotel. And Hope and I are, well," he said before hesitating, "on a date."

Mrs. Mcdonald was surprised at this, "Really?! That's great!" she said as she gave Marty a bone crushing hug.

"Thanks," said Marty as he was getting crushed, "but could you let me go please?"

"Sorry," said Mrs. Mcdonald as she backed off but was still smiling, "So what are two doing?"

"Well, I'm gonna show Hope my room," said Marty, "Then we're gonna meet the others at the Burbank Opera House Fundraiser dance."

"That's great. Well, I hope you two have fun," said Mrs. Mcdonald, "Your father is out grocery shopping so if you're gone when he comes home, I'll let him know you're at the dance.

"Thanks," said Marty, "Come on, Hope. I'll show you my room."

So Hope followed Marty up to his room. As Marty led Hope into his room, Hope noticed the TV set up against the wall his bed on the other side and a lot of Beatles posters on the walls.

"Wow, you have a lot of Beatles posters," said Hope in amazement.

"Yeah, I am a Beatles fan after all," said Marty.

Hope also noticed a guitar and a small amp next to Marty's bed. It was red and it had the word gretch on top of it.

"You have a guitar?" said Hope in amazement.

"Yep," said Marty, "Had it for years. I'm basically self-taught."

"Cool," said Hope.

"Oh, there's something else I want to show you," said Marty as he went over to his closet.

He opened his closet and took out a box. He opened the box revealing a stack of records.

"Wow," said Hope as she took a look at Marty's record collection.

The records were by classic musical artists and a lot of them were by the Beatles.

"Wow," said Hope in amazement, "You have a lot of Beatles records."

"Yeah," said Marty, "I grandpa gave them to me. I loved listening to the Beatles when I was little."

"Nice," said Hope, "You know you have a really interesting taste in music."

"What type of music are into, Hope?" asked Marty.

"Well, mostly, I like today's type of music," said Hope, "But I like classic rock too."

"Good to know," said Marty.

"Hey, Marty," said Hope, "You know, you're a pretty good dancer. You had some good moves at the diner."

"Thanks, Hope," said Marty with a smile, "Every once in awhile I'd put on a song on jukebox at the diner and dance to it."

"That sounds like fun," said Hope.

"Do you like to dance?" said Marty.

"Well, I used to take ballet lessons when I was younger," said Hope, "But I was never really good at ballet."

"Hmm, understandable," said Marty, "I don't really have a prefered type of dance either. Is there anything else you are good at?"

"Well, cheerleading for one thing," said Hope, "Me, Tara and Kim were on the same cheer squad in high school. And it'll be great to do it next year, especially since we're not going to school with Bonnie anymore," Hope said that last part with a little anger in her voice.

"Oh, yeah. Ron told us about her," said Marty, "The girl you and Tara used to be best friends with and used to be Kim's rival and turned into a super villain?"

"Yep, that's the one," said Hope.

"Where is she now?" asked Marty, "If she's that dangerous, I hope she's in jail."

"Afraid not," said Hope with a look of guilt, "The last time we stopped her she escaped."

"Oh," said Marty, "Well, that's ok. You'll get her next time."

"I hope so," said Hope.

Marty decided to take this opportunity to ask Hope something.

"Uh, so Hope," said Marty, "Any particular reason you seem to be attracted to me? Not that I'm complaining."

Hope started fidgeting nervously, "Well, um, I guess it's because you're pretty funny. And you're interesting. And very nice. And cute."

As she said that last word, she turned her head away in embarrassment.

Marty blushed and looked at Hope in surprise.

"Well, I'm flattered," said Marty, "And I must admit, you are very nice, interesting and cute too."

Hope blushed in response, "Thanks, Marty. That means a lot."

"So when do you want to head back to your hotel?" asked Marty,

"In a half an hour or so," said Hope, "Once we get there, I'll just need a few minutes to change into something formal."

"You got it," said Marty.

To be continued:

I'm sorry if my stories are looking a little confusing. I'm confusing myself just thinking about what happens in them. But don't worry, one way or another this story will be finished the right way.