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Turning Lemons Into Lemonade

By Imyoshi

~ Stinging Truth ~

Damn it, the girl doesn't know the meaning of give up, does she?

Ron pushed his bedroom door closed, trudging over to his bed, to where it all started. Dropping his bag at the edge of his bed, he fell carelessly against the soft sheets, brushing his head on his inviting pillow. Relaxing a bit, his eyes dropped momentarily, before the idea of some rest didn't seem quite possible at the moment. Instead the blond stared at his ceiling, thinking of the day's activities, or for that matter, the past couple of days' – activities.

The memories flooded his thoughts, and he didn't bother to stop the flow.

…

"Ron!"

The teen's paced slowed for a moment, before it regained its composer, if not a bit quicker. He didn't plan to turn to look at the source of the voice, the boy already knew who it belong to. And that person was currently on his 'Do Not Talk' to list. So instead of enjoying his peaceful moment walking home, with a gentle breeze, the game of 'life' he had been playing with Kim had resumed.

And apparently her turn was up.

The teen could hear her running footsteps from behind, and could practically see her running form in his mind. The stepping sounds grew louder, before they got soft. He knew Kim stood behind him; probably trying to pull off a big smile, hoping that would get him to forgive her. Not likely. Still it wasn't like Kim planned to give up anytime soon.

Never slowing, she swung along his side matching his pace, with yup, a big smile. Her arms playfully looped behind her back, out of sight from his peripheral vision. That caught his attention slightly. He didn't plan to let her know that, by easily shielding his emotions away from her. But temptation was an enemy all itself, one Kim knew very well. She continued walking with Ron not muttering a word, only hid her hands away from his gaze. The silence grew cold very fast.

"So Ron," trailed Kim suddenly, breaking the overwhelming silence, "You got any plans this Friday?"

Ron chose to ignore the question, more accurately he chose to ignore her completely. Intending to focus on getting home from another day at school, Ron tried to shut her out, wishing she just get the hint, that their friendship was –

"Cause I got two tickets to GWA, and I was hoping you go with me!" In a flash she jumped in front of him, holding two tickets to GWA, Ron's favorite wrestling federation. His path blocked, Ron had no choice but to look at her beaming smile that disgusted him to his core.

Really? Did Kim really think that she could buy him off with tickets to GWA? The teen boy scowled; obviously she really didn't know how to make friends or how to apologize. Friends don't want to be bribed, at least he didn't. They wanted to be alone, to know if their supposed 'friend' understood their feelings, or hell, sometimes they just didn't want anything to do with them anymore. Just like the way he felt.

Not responding, Ron walked past her, brushing her against the shoulder.

The answer – no!

…

The memory was recent, and still fresh in his mind. He didn't enjoy that.

Annoyed, the teen looked to the side of his room, where a bag of week old Bueno Nacho bags laid. It happened to be another horrible memory waiting to happen. Already his mind started to drift off, to his not so distant past.

…

Walking inside his favorite restaurant; Bueno Nacho, he inhaled a deep breath, to take in its feisty glory! Bueno Nacho turned out to be one of the few places he could still truly enjoy himself. Sure the off chance to run into Kim was a high chance, but he did practically live here. And nothing could ever push him out of this place.

Looking around the restaurant he spotted Ned, working behind the counter, playing with his clip on tie. You know practice for quick removal in the event of a grease fire of course. Smiling for the first time today, Ron quickly strolled over to his favorite 'manager' ready to grande size whatever cheesy goodness he planned to devour. High probability it would be a Naco.

The teen had been looking so forward to it, that it happened too fast before it ended. Being snaked away by the arm, an unknown force grabbed him, and pushed him down onto a nearby booth. He only had enough time to blink, before staring at his usual order all presented in front of him, grande size. Staring at the food curiously, Ron hadn't looked up yet, until –

"I got you your usual Ron," a familiar voice made its presence, "And I grande sized it too!"

Looking away from the food, Ron stared at the all too common person across from him. Kim sat contently on the other side of the both with a soda in hand. Most likely a diet. Wait a minute why would that matter? It only took a quick moment, for his confused expression, to turn sour. However the teen girl refuses to let up.

"So Ron what's new," asked Kim, as she poked a hole in her light salad. The fork pierced easily into the thin slices of lettuce, before she ate it slowly.

What's new?

Again he didn't respond to the question, not wanting to make conversation with Kim, he only took a brief glance at her happy and curious exterior. The same one that betrayed him and utterly shattered the trust they once had. Not happy in the bit, with his appetite disappearing, and mood broken, Ron slid out the booth, grabbing his bag, and ready to leave.

Now he had walked here for no reason, and was leaving empty handed.

Nothing was new – same as usual.

…

Arg! He got tired thinking about Kim! Swiftly sitting up on the edge of his bed, the blond grabbed his hair, resting his arms on his legs. To 'not' think about Kim, had been particular hard the past couple of days – First the GWA tickets, then buying him food at Bueno Nacho, and even today she had tried. Every chance she got to slip right into his personal space bubble. Oh hell, she took every single one of those moments, to run up and poke him on the shoulder. Always asking him the most random of questions. The moments were so random and spontaneous, at one moment he almost let his tongue slip.

The teen got up from his bed, sighing. What was up with that girl, it's as if she suddenly decided to try harder, and not take no for an answer. Like all that ignoring he had been doing, did nothing to her. Again Ron didn't enjoy it.

Their friendship was destroyed, it was over, gone! He just had to make sure Kim understood that, and keep giving her the cold shoulder. She'll get the message sooner or later. And knowing her, which he did, later was the clear choice.

Glaring into the wall, Ron tucked his arm beneath his pillow, to where all the troubles began. Grabbing the object he desired, he brought it close to his face, deciding if whether to hide or not mattered anymore. Probably not, but the off chance of someone like Bonnie sneaking into his room to get dirt on him always loomed over his head.

Sighing, he grabbed a pen from his bag, writing in his journal. Rufus watched him from across the room, staring sadly at his owner; he wished things return back to normal.

…

Walking into her home, Kim quietly slumped on her couch, dropping her bag on the side. She had little concern for school work, not like it proved a challenge for the redhead. Nope, she was too busy frowning at all her failed attempts to talk to Ron today. Another failed attempt, another day in what she called her 'life.' She honestly started to think Monique's 'fruit' plan was not going to be working anytime soon. Ron just didn't crack or seem to be cracking anytime soon. Not good.

Her first attempt proved to not work. Running up to him, with a pair of tickets to his favorite 'sport' didn't tug at any of his strings. Ron didn't even give the idea of going to a wrestling match a chance. All he did was push her aside, without the hint of a care. Leaving her to stare at him walking away with the saddest face.

"And I hate wrestling," she mumbled under her breath.

Oh and then her second attempt proved to be just as fruitless. She basically paid for a family meal, but Ron hadn't bother to even touch his warm Bueno Nacho banquet. He just left it all there, and sticking Kim with the bill naturally.

"That's a week allowance I'm not getting back." Best friendless and broke, what a beautiful combination Kim got herself stuck in.

And finally today's attempt, probably made Kim push harder than she has so far for Ron. Every single moment her child hood friend found himself alone, she would pounce in, and slide right next to him, asking any question she could of think of. Her tone would sound as if nothing had transpired between them. Anything to get a reaction out of him really.

'Hi Ron!' 'Ugh, do you do Mr. Barkin's homework?' 'Did you study for the math test?' 'So I heard Club Banana is having a sale at the mall, wanna come with?' 'I heard Ms. Hatchet is still stuck in therapy for the monkey fiasco.' 'My mom is making her famous brain loaf, are you coming for dinner tonight?'

Kim rolled her eyes, the idea belonged to Monique, that she planned, for when Kim recounted her two past failed tries. Monique naturally had an idea, ready and wrapped to go. Sometimes Kim thought, Monique may not be the best at solving people problems. Monique solving fashion problem, not the drama. People problems, majorly bad idea.

Blowing a stray hair away from her face, Kim groaned loudly, falling deeper into the couch. Her legs sagged outward on the carpet, her eyes drooping with tiredness. No matter how she looked at it, the sitch didn't change.

"Bad day honey?"

Kim looked up to see her mom standing across from her. She blinked, when did Ann get there? Better yet, how did the auburn girl not notice? Was she really that out of it?

Ann smiled at Kim's confusion. Kimmie was clearly troubled, "Want to talk about it?"

Kim sat up, staring at the floor, "Ron is still giving me the cold shoulder," she mumbled, a sad tone recognizable in the air, "Nothing I'm doing is working."

The older redhead took a seat beside her daughter. She placed a sympathetic arm around her shoulder, "Honey," Ann began, "You and I both knew it wasn't going to be easy. You can't expect him to change in over a couple of weeks."

Arguing with her mom was pointless.

Finding the carpet vastly interesting, Kim grumbled mismatched words. Why couldn't this be so much easier, like saving the world? That was easy. This? This was hard!

The annoyance was not missed by Ann. Her mother continued to smile at Kim's stubbornness. If she could keep up that stubbornness, then she will have Ron back in no time. Kim only needed to let the boy know, that she wasn't going to give up. Besides Kimberly hated to lose.

Kim yawned, earning a light giggle from her mother. She got up from the couch, heading to her room, in a slow fashion, "I'll be in my room," informed Kim, while clutching the railing. Ann nodded, as she watched Kim disappear into her room.

She hoped Kim could solve her problems with Ron, but Ann knew that her intervening had to be limited. Kim needed to do this on her own, whether she won or lost, she would undoubtedly learn a lesson in the end. A lesson her daughter would not soon forget.

Pushing her door open, Kim forced her legs to move towards her bed. Apparently her constant running to catch up with Ron today, had drained her of energy. Now the bed look so comfortable, and she could put her worries aside for later. A small nap, that's all she planned to take. Nothing more.

Running her fingers on her bed sheets, Kim plopped down on her divan, hitting her head on the soft comforting pillow. Her free red hair sprawled out in every direction carelessly. Hell, she didn't even bother to change out her outfit, for something more comfortable. Quickly she got settled and she stared at her ceiling, counting all the sparkles embedded in it. Her eye lids started to grow heavy, and she didn't fight back to stay awake. Slowly, but surely they closed.

The Sandman just claimed another one.

...

It's cold and damp...wet?

Her eyes shot open!

Swiftly Kim sat up, to find water all around her. Luckily it only reached to her ankles, the danger was nonexistent, at the moment at least. Getting up, she looked around, to where she was, maybe something could tell her exactly what was going on. But all she saw were 4 steel walls and a ceiling at least 40 feet high. Great, at least she knew she wasn't climbing any time soon, the walls were basically scarce of anything to climb on. She could at least see past the ceiling, meaning that it was open, but her options were thin.

"Hello?" Kim called out. No one answered back.

Ok, Kim stopped to think about her sitch. She absolutely had no idea where she was, the walls were to high to climb, and the water she had was steadily rising and –

Wait what?!

Feeling the dampness ever so climb on her skin, Kim looked down to see the water, was in fact rising. She tried not to panic, but her options only got thinner.

"Ok Kim calm down," she reassured herself, "You just got to think of a way to over this wall. Luckily the ceiling is open so– wait," a realization hit hard, "I could just float to the ceiling. No big!"

Smiling, Kim waited for the water to reach her upper body before preparing to swim up, but as the water got higher to above her neck, something wrong became apparent. Kim couldn't swim! Wait, no! She couldn't even float! The teen hero's legs would sway back and forth and so too her arms, but nothing happened. Her eyes shot open with real panic.

Why couldn't she swim?!

Kim didn't have enough time to think of a reason. The water passed her head and Kim held her breath dramatically, trying to swim up. But nothing. Desperately she pushed her arms out hoping for something or someone to pull her out, but again - nothing. The idea was a desperate measure, but what other choice did she have? All she could see was her own bubbles, escaping her lungs slowly, and the cold blue water fogging up her vision of someone above the water.

Her eyes grew wider!

Someone was here!

Making out with the best her eyes could, Kim couldn't tell exactly who the person to be, but all she cared was that if they pulled her out. Only problem, the figure didn't seem to notice her in trouble, and didn't seem to be even facing her general direction. Down to her last option Kim let out all the air in her body, hoping for the massive air bubble to make enough of a 'plop' sound as it reached the surface.

Now she waited the few seconds she had left. The figure turned and looked down to see Kim in the water. It dove in moving it's hand out to hers. And once it got closer, Kim could make out who it was.

"Ron!" The bubbles and water made it impossible for her voice to travel. All she could do was watch as his hand came closer to his, but never quite reaching hers.

Her vision grew darker, the color around her eyes focusing more towards the center, as perplexing blackness filled the void. Kim couldn't feel her body anymore, the numbness overshadowing her nerves, all she could was hope that Ron's hand reach her's in time.

Darkness, complete darkness almost had her - Ron's hand only a hair away.

Please make it!

...

Everything got dark.

Author Notes: Sorry for all the separate scenes, normally I write one scene, I just thought that it would be good to read on how's Kim's attempts are faring against our favorite blond. Not good apparently.

Besides you got a small working of Ron's current state of mind, even if he did remain silent.

Also sorry for posting this a day late, but I had two finals this week, and you all know how that goes!

I know you readers hate me, I understand, I'm not cut out to write, but I'm doing my best! I used way to many 'was' in this chapter. It makes the writing bad.