I...I have not understood well…
"Ehm, sorry, could you repeat the question?" "Yes, sure...who is this Ron you just nominated?" But what are they saying? Ok, let's smile and nod, probably he's just a new guy. "Come on, Ron! Tall, blonde, big chocolate eyes, ears so cute you want to use them as a handle bar..." But why are they looking at me like I just grew another three eyes? "He's my partner, the other half of the squad!" "Wait, are you talking about your sidekick?" "The one who always loses his pants?" Still with this story? He doesn't lose them anymore since two years, and he's not my sidekick, but have they heard me when I said partner? Deep breath… "Yes, him, but look that..." "I didn't think he was a regular member." It's a joke, right? "Sure he is!" "Since when?" No, it's not a joke, it's not funny at all… "Since when I started! He's always been by my side, I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for him...sorry, but when I say 'Team' Possible, with whom do you believe I team up?" "Rufus!" ...I don't know what irritates me, if the answer or the fact that it's been given in chorus. I knew that naked mole rat was famous, but from that to this… "Or that informatic fellow of yours..." "Or that other agent...Will Du?" "It happened only once!" Ok, it's just a bad dream, now I wake up… "Very well, listen: first, Ron is my partner from a lifetime, and I never had others; second, he comes around with me since years, but who did you believe he was?" "...a fan?" "A mythomaniac?" "An aspiring hero your were training?" "I thought he was just the guy who brings Rufus in and nothing else!" This is not a dream, it's a nightmare! "But what are you talking about?" "Well, you have to admit that mole rat was really charismatic, he could easily be the master." What happened, has the world suddenly got mad? "He's my fiancee, for heaven's sake!" "WHAT?!" I swear if they do the choruses again someone swallows the mic...wait, they didn't know? Oooh, that's enough! Calm Kim, calm...breath…"Listen to me well: Ron Stoppable and I are friends since pre-k, we always stayed together since then, in school and in life, we started dating before high school's last year, he's the one who convinced me to start helping people, I lost count of how many times he saved my life, I couldn't do a tenth of what I do without him...how the hell can you not know him?!" Ok, I lost it, but I have all the rights to do it, after… "Well...you never told us!"
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All Kim's rage evaporated in an instant, and was slowly being replaced by something else, like a bad feeling, but she wasn't sure of what it was…
What, how have I never told them? Ok, I don't like to wave my private life at the four winds, but it definitely wasn't a secret that I was dating him! Like, they interview dogs and porks to have all details on me and they leave out the most important person of all? "But...but...it must be six years we save the world together! In all this time, have you never interviewed him like you do with me? Have you never asked me how he was, how it went, if it had been hard?" Reporters answered shaking the head in a silent nod of denial. It's not possible… "Butbutbutbutbut...he too risks his life!" "But if you always say that it's always been 'no big'..." "Only thanks to his help!" "He seemed to cause more mess than anything..." "Yeah, well, if this was a cartoon he would have just the role of comic sidekick..." "He's...not...a sidekick..." replied Kim with clenching teeth, but they did not seem to have heard her "...or the buffoon..." "RON IS NOT A BUFFOON!" Kim could not avoid to notice that her voice, more than angered or intimidating, sounded choked, desperate...the sensation was crawling up, becoming an awareness that she did not want, must not, could not accept...A young glass-wearing photographer with an accent of New York Queens, after a minute of silence, tried to ask her: "Sorry, miss Possible...could you please repeat me the name?" Kim answered with that small voice she had: "Ron...Ron Stoppable! He too from Middleton. Ron stands for Ronald." "...ah. Thanks. Now I understand..." Oh, no, don't tell me that… "It's that, you see miss, the names that came to us were..." The photographer pulled out a small note. "Jon Storkable, Lon Tunapool, Don Trumpadoll...once even Von Popsicle..." Her eyes started becoming wet: it was too much. She had to go. With the last remaining breath, she whispered "...excuse me..." and ran away.
Away, as fast as she could, and it was a lot, but did not look enough to her.
In the park she found her car, she jumped in and pulled out the keys. Her hands were shaking so much that she took a good ten seconds to find the right key, and after a few tries to put it in, it broke inside without even start it up. Frustration finally took possession of her. "rrrrrRRRAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!" She started hitting the wheel, the panel, the platform, and in these conditions Wade, whose face popped up in the little screen in the middle, found her. "Kim, what's going on?" "Wade, start up this car, I know you can, MAKE THIS CAR START BEFORE I BREAK IT IN PIECES WITH MY HANDS!" By now the heroine was pulling her hair off. Wade wisely did not discuss, did as she said and made the car fly up. "Where do you want me to go?" Fury, betrayal, desperation, Kim Possible was now a vortex of emotions that ate her with violence. The young hacker waited, or better hoped that his words took effect: it needed a couple minutes, but finally Kim calmed down; anger had completely emptied her of all energies. Her voice sounded like one of whom just ran a non-stop marathon along the whole Equator. "Home, Wade...bring me home. I have to see my parents. There is...there is something I need to know."