Disclaimer: I own nothing of Kim Possible.

Coloring Outside the Lines

By: Imyoshi

Laundry Day

Kim Possible wearing a pair of Fearless Ferret socks, secretive panties that no one must know about, and a loose fitting t-shirt that traveled past her waist, couldn't for the life of her figure out how to work a washing machine. Ron on the other hand can clean and wash like a pro. Another one of the hidden potentials in the Ron Factor she guessed, just like cooking... or lemonade.

The hero girl stared idly at pile of clothes beside her feet all, dirty, and covered in hero muck. Rocks, dirt, unstable chemicals, you name it; she had it on all her clothes, not just her mission outfit. And what really tanked was that her mom and dad and even the tweebs weren't here to help her. They were all off doing something all sciency and whatnot. Hmph, why does she care? Kim Possible world hero didn't need them to do her laundry!

The hero girl grumbled, of course that didn't stop her from asking her best friend Ron for some help. Her 'Ron' had quickly come when she asked for his help, and didn't poke and tease her for not knowing how to do laundry – that much. Only problem was, Ron had other things to worry about today, so he could only stay long enough to explain the ins and outs of doing laundry. And in one too many ways, left her utterly loss on the subject.

Loss and confused was not a good combination for the redhead girl, but what other options did she have?

Blowing out air, Kim picked up her piles of both colors and whites, and tried to remember what Ron said. 'Separate the colors and the whites when doing laundry KP. You don't want them to mix. Just make two separate piles.' The memory was clear, but the message wasn't to her.

Why separate the piles and do two different loads, when she could do them both together? That sounded like a much easier idea and saved her time and water too. Ignoring Ron's first instruction, Kim happily tossed both piles into the washer, forcing all her clothes in with a little umph to her step.

Then she thought of his of Ron's second instruction, 'Since most of your clothes are cotton KP, you want to wash them in cold water.' Kim again thought that his advice seemed silly. Why wash them in freezing cold water, when washing them in hot boiling water could make them dry so much faster.

Smiling wider, Kim set the washing machine to hot, and pondered what next Ron told her, 'Then you need to select the size of your–' Kim cut off the memory, she already knew this one right off the bat! She set it to the load size to small, after all her clothes were small! It makes perfect sense.

Next the hero girl remembered she had to set the cycle, looking at the knob and the choice to choose from. Regular – Permanent Press – Delicate, Kim smiled at the permanent press feature, it looked tough, just like she was.

Alright now she had all the first parts done, all that was left was to add the soap. Ron had told her what soap she needed to add, bleach for mission clothes, detergent for large loads, and fabric softener to make all her clothes feel cuddle buddy worthy soft. Well forget about the detergent that didn't concern her, all her clothes were small. But the bleach and fabric softener sounded like a plan!

Kim skipped to the counter to find the soap. but came up short. All the bleach was gone and all she had was fabric softener. She paused, pouting a bit, what now? No bleach, means no soap for her clothes. If only there was some soap lying around the house somewhere.

Wait a tick!

A light bulb burned brightly above her head, she could use the soap from the kitchen. Her mother used the kitchen soap to wash the dishes to get out tuff stains all the time, so the same rules must apply for doing laundry! She raced to the kitchen thinking that doing laundry - No big! Kim grinned in victory as the bottle of bubbly green liquid spilled into her laundry. Easy!

Shutting the trapdoor, she decided to watch some TV to pass the time, maybe even eat an afternoon snack while she was at it.

An hour passed and Kim heard the machine buzz off, she raced to the laundry room to perform the next Ron told her, 'Next put your clothes in the dryer and don't set the dyer too high.' The idea seemed reasonable except for the last part. Why not set it too high? Wouldn't that finish the load faster? The hero girl smiled, sometimes Ron didn't know what he was talking about.

Pulling out her clothes in an amazing speed, Kim failed to notice the color patterns on all her clothes; she was too busy stuffing them in the dryer. Finished at the minimal labor, she set the dryer to the highest setting of hot. The hotter the better!

Beaming with unbelievable confidence, the auburn girl ran back to the living room couch, hopefully she didn't miss too much of her program. Another hour passed before the same ringing echoed through the house, and Kim dashed to witness her first laundry load!

Sliding in the laundry room, she opened the dryer and started pulling out her dried mismatched colored clothes, and put them into a basket. Finishing quickly, the teen girl practically hopped to the living room, ready to sort out her clothes. Her butt plopped softly on the couch as she dumped the contents in the basket beside her.

Ready to fold and go, Kim picked out the first article of clothing, one of her black mission tank tops. She stared at perfect shirt, covered in specs of dirt, tears, and even had the black really faded? Wait a minute? Her grinning feature turned baffled as she tossed aside her mission outfit to pull out a different article of clothing. A simple white t-shirt that was pink and had rips on the collar. What? She threw that one away to quickly pull a pair of pants that looked perfect except for the fact they were way to small!

Kim panicked! What happened! She tossed the pair onto the floor, accidentally knocking the basket along with it. All her clothes sprawled across the floor. And she could tell – something majorly wrong happened! E-Everything was ruined. Either her shirts all looked to small, torn up, or a completely different nasty color, they all had something bad about them!

The hero girl jumped off the couch, rummaging through the clothes on the floor, hoping to find something wearable. What went wrong was the only thought passing through her mind. And it passed some much and so loudly that she didn't even hear the door to her house open.

Ron walked into the house, to check up on KP, "Kim how did your laud–!" The poor boy stopped dead in his tracks, blood flow speeding throughout his entire body. There basically crawling on the floor was his best friend with a giant pile of ruined clothes, but that's not what shocked him. No, what caught him off guard was seeing Kim on all fours with her large t-shirt no longer covering a good part of her backside... especially her exposed butt.

Now Ron Stoppable may have been dense, but even he knew his best friend was a girl. A beautiful girl he might add with a cute bubble butt that just so happened to covered in a thin pantie layer of–

"K-KP," he forcibly called out, hoping Kim would cover herself.

Kim turned her head around to see Ron behind her blushing ferociously, but she paid little attention to that, and needed his help. "Ron, can you help me! Something went terribly wrong with the laundry a-and–?" She stopped when it looked like he was on the verge of passing out, "Ron what's wrong?"

The teen didn't respond at all, failing to find the strength to open his mouth. Kim blinked at his randomness and followed to where his eyes stare rested at. She trailed the path until the conclusion became perfectly clear. Her eyes widen as she jumped up from the floor to pull her t-shirt down as far as she could. Now both the teens were blushing madly, with Kim backing away into a corner.

After a few silent moments, Ron stepped forward. Gesturing to the pile clothes on the floor, the heat in his face softening, "Uh Kim, what happened to your clothes?"

Kim's nervousness faded away to only be replaced with a spice of grief, "I don't know Ron! I followed the instructions you gave me! But all the clothes came out ruined!"

"Did you follow them exactly?"

Blushing guilty, Kim poked her fingers together, "Um kinda."

Ron paused, "Kinda? What do you mean by kinda?"

"Well I decided to try some things different. Not everything you said made sense to me... so... I um kinda um..." Kim stopped talking; she just smiled innocently like when Ron would do when he failed at something.

Ron sighed in disappointment, "Ah Kim, really?"

"Yea sorry," she pointed at the pile of clothes on the floor, "Could you please help me look for any good clothes left?"

The boy shrugged, "Yea why not KP," they sat there, working in silence for a brief moment, before a lingering though passed through the sidekick's mind, "Hey KP?" He called out to Kim, who looked wide eye at his voice, "So is orange your favorite color or something?"

Kim blinked at the question? Why would Ron ask such a random question? Well he was Ron, but still. "Why do you ask Ron?"

The teen blushed at the thought, "Well um ugh that was the color of your... um," Ron pointed at her rear and immediately Kim's face turned a whole new shade of red.

"Ron," she asked in an extremely soft terrified voice, "What exactly did you see?" Every second her face turned bright with color.

The question made him wonder, "Well all I saw was the color orange and I think a make shift bow white bow somewhere in the corner and–" the hero girl felt her heart beat rapidly against her chest, her blood feeling exceptionally warm, "Actually no that's it," Ron finished with Kim's face still burning. The redhead girl sighed, he didn't see the front! Thank goodness! Maybe some of his dumb luck or whatever had rubbed off on her? She possibly couldn't see that being bad thing, but overall was glad he didn't see... everything.

"Well don't worry Ron," blushed Kim, "You didn't miss anything." She looked at all her ruined clothes and sighed in defeat, "What am I going to do Ron? I have no clothes to wear for school tomorrow! Except this one pair of blue jeans that I forgot to put in the wash! And mom and dad aren't coming back until tomorrow afternoon! My perfect attendance is on the line!"

Pausing the her best friend thought about it, "Well I could go buy you some clothes from Smarty Ma–?"

"No!" Kim yelled in, refusing to wear cheap knock offs. Ron already knew there was no talking through to her.

Another idea popped into his mind, "Well you could wear..."

The next day at school, Kim and Ron were the center of attention and gossip when everyone noticed Kim wearing Ron's red jersey to school that day. Rumors spread like wildfire and the hero girl knew that damage control could not be possible for this.

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Foreshadowing... Another one of the Writers' circle of friends.