Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. If I did, that show Hanna Montana wouldn't have even been bloody made. God that show sucks. Oh back to the disclaimer. This story will feature a bit of hanky panky. It will be mild but if it gets heavier I'll warn you ahead of time.
I'm Ignoring season four. Kim and Ron aren't dating, but still best friends. Season four rules though.
Seven Minutes in Heaven.
Chapter 3.
(Tara's POV)
Am I mad? I should be mad at Bonnie, but I truly can't be. I was so overwhelmed that Ron went into that closet with Bonnie that I bolted. Now I'm at work trying to focus on serving the public, but my mind is elsewhere. Focus on work. I'm in the mall at Bueno Nacho express in the mall. And of course he has to show up. "Hello Ron." I say with a plastered on smile.
"Can we talk?" He asks looking like he's lost his best friend.
"I'm on break in fifteen minutes." I can't resist him when he looks so sad.
"I'll meet you outside." Ron then walked off so as not to disrupt my work any more.
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I'm outside now. I spot him sitting on a bench near a palm tree. We're in Colorado, why do we need palm trees at the mall? Focus Tara. I'm heading up to him and he spots me. Our eyes lock and I can't feel anything but being pulled to him.
"I'm sorry about last night." he blurts out. I can tell that he was working out a conversation in his head but everything left him as soon as he saw me.
"Why should you be sorry?"
"I hurt you. Bonnie told me about her plan to fix us up, but when Bonnie and I were in the closet that plan slipped from her mind."
"Are you that good of a kisser?" I ask my curiosity piked more than my anger.
"I don't know. I've only kissed two girls."
"Does Bonnie like you now?"
"I don't know. Tara can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"Umm Can I like you know, ummm take you out sometime? I'll even make dinner." Ron was starting to babble.
"Sure. You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to ask me out."
"Probably about as long as I've been waiting to ask you."
"So when is our big date?"
"Tonight at six."
"I'll be at your house then, but for now I have to get back to work."
"I've got one quick question before you get back to work. What kind of food do you like?"
"Chinese. I'll be there at six." I said before giving a quick peck on the cheek and waving bye at him. Today has been good.
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(Ron's POV)
It's five-thirty. I've been ready since four. I'm just working on the finishing touches to my stir fry. Let's see, beef, veggies, and my home made peanut sauce. Sure it's not entirely chinese but hey a little thai never hurt anyone. I've got the plates set and some music playing. It's now five minutes until six. Now the nervousness sets in. OH GOD WHAT AM I DOING!!! I'M A LOSER, WHAT IN THE HELL IS SOMEONE LIKE TARA EVEN DOING EVEN CONSIDERING DATING ME?!?! panic has gripped me. The knock on the door shakes me of my panic. I smooth my hair back but my cowlick still pops up. I open the door and I see Tara. She's in a simple dress. But on her it looks as if it came straight from the cat walk. My mind kicks into gear. "You look beautiful. Please come in." I usher her in and she's surprised at the music playing. "You like Lacuna Coil?"
"Yes. I like the fact that it's very mellow but it's got those great guitar solos." She giggles at that. I think it's going well.
"What smells so good?"
"I modified a beef and broccoli recipe. I used peanut sauce."
"I bet it's very good. Shall we eat then?" I lead her to the table. On days like this I'm glad that my parents travel a lot. I pour her some soda and watch her take a bite of the meal. Her eyes are lit with pleasure. "This is great. I still can't believe that Chez Ron closed down."
"Well the health department tends to frown on having a rodent serving as the head waiter." She laughed at that.
"Where is Rufus any way?"
"He's asleep. I bribed him with a wheel of cheddar so that he'd stay upstairs, so we'd be alone."
"So what are we going to do after dinner?"
I reached under the table and pulled out a nap sack. I unzipped it and pulled out some dvds.
"I was thinking we could curl up on the couch and watch movies all night."
"I have something to tell you Ron. That is one of the most romantic ideas for a date. Most guys I date tend to try to take me out and then get in my pants."
"I can't do that. Besides I don't think I'm your size." Tara looked at me for a moment to see if I was serious but then she started to laugh. The rest of the night went off with out a hitch. Even though we fell asleep on the couch. At about two in the morning she awoke with a start. "OH CRAP! My parents are going to kill me."
"Why?" I asked as I was roused from sleep.
"I was supposed to be home at midnight."
"Just tell them you had car problems and it took you a couple more hours to get home."
"I just might do that. Ron thank you for such a great night." Tara said as she placed a kiss on my lips. The kiss intensified until she pulled back. "I better get going if I'm going to make it home. Because as much as I would love to explore your bedroom, I don't want to get into anymore trouble with daddy. I'll see you at school Monday." I walked Tara to the door and I got one last kiss before she headed home. I let out a happy sound that sounded like a cross between BOO YA and YES!!!!!!!!
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Bonnie had a hell of a day. After cleaning up from the party, she decided to take a bath. As the bubbles frothed around her, she was in another world. In this world their only existed two people, her and Ron. Why was she falling for the loser, she had not a clue. But something about him got through her barriers. She didn't know if she was falling for him, or if all she did was like the fact that he could kiss like there was no tomorrow. I'll see him Monday at school. Then I'll figure out where we stand. I've got to call Tara tomorrow to find out where we stand.
Author's note. I haven't been sleeping well lately. It kinda reminds me of a old joke. Does the Insomniac dyslexic agnostic lay awake at night wondering if there really is a dog. Hey I'm a weird, cheesy guy. Hope you guys liked this chapter. Please drop a review if you feel so. Thanks for reading.
Erik