The small town that was nestled in the heart of the continent of North America seemed peaceful, a perfect model of modern suburbia. Beautiful but simple houses lined the quiet streets, the homes of many a loving family. Young children played in their gardens as the sun shone down on them on this warm June day, creating the perfect atmosphere for a water fight or a dip in the pool. Teenagers, exiting the large glass doors of the mall, held ice-blended drinks in their hands, sipping slowly at the refreshing beverage as it slid coolly down their throats.
Kim Possible, teenage super-heroine, many time world saviour and the previous captain of the Middleton High school cheerleading squad, was one of many such teenagers. She had just left the large shopping centre in the company of her best friend and partner in world saving, Ron Stoppable. Who was currently complaining.
"Come on Kim!" he said, "It's such a great day, and I can't believe you dragged me off to spend two hours of it in Club Banana!"
Kim smiled around the blue straw in her mouth. Turning her head, she looked with her green eyes at the blond walking beside her. "It was a sale I couldn't pass up," she replied, taking another sip of her drink.
Ron sighed. "Yeah, another Club Banana sale! Kim, they have one every week!"
"That's not true!" Kim replied.
"Yes it is, every time you drag me in there, it's 'oh look, a 20 percent off sale!' or 'ooh, summer discounts!' You can't tell me you haven't noticed that?"
"Ummm…" Kim was truly stumped. Ron was actually right about something.
He grinned at her, his familiar smile breaking through to Kim. "Aha! I have finally said something that you have no reply to!" he said triumphantly, pausing to pose dramatically on the sidewalk. "I, Ron Stoppable, have beaten the great Kim Possible!" he said in a fair imitation of Drakken, adding "You think you're all that, but you're not!" He grinned at her again, saying "Hey, at least I didn't mention that it's all a conspiracy to keep fashion-conscious teens inside to spend money on items they won't really need in such great weather!"
Kim laughed, holding her drink away from her. "Ron, please!" she spluttered, "Not when I'm drinking!"
Ron patted her gently on the back as she coughed and laughed, resulting in hiccups. The blond haired boy smiled at her, looking into her eyes. Kim was always happy when Ron smiled, there was something about the way his eyes reflected that smile that was so endearing. The red head also had to admit the confidence he had gained over the last month was becoming an interesting feature in her friend.
It had been on a mission to stop Drakken from using a large device from destroying half of Middleton. Kim wasn't surprised when it turned out to be another super-laser, although she was very shocked to find that Drakken has actually found some half-decent henchmen. They were no match for her, as was often the case with the hired goons, but they had worn her out by the time Shego decided to join the fray. It was then that Ron jumped in, seeing his friend so tired and still trying to fight the green-costumed villain. Together they co-ordinated their attacks on Shego, and Ron had been the one that dealt a blow to her head using his Monkey-Kung Fu that knocked her unconscious. Kim laughed again as she remembered the look of surprise, then pride on Ron's face when he realised he'd just taken down one of Kim's toughest opponents. Drakken, by this point, had fled, not wanting to stick around for long. From that point, Ron had been much more helpful on recent missions, and had lost much of his characteristic clumsiness, though that could just be due in part to his growing out of the clumsy phase.
Ron's voice cut into her thoughts. "What are you laughing about, KP?" he asked.
Kim hiccupped again before replying. "Oh, nothing really, Ron. Just something I remembered from a while ago."
"You're remembering when I took down Shego again, aren't you?" he said, smiling broadly.
"You mean WE took her down!" Kim said in mock indignation.
Ron merely turned his head, standing so Kim could see his side profile. He flexed his arms, imitating so many of the body-builders and weight-lifters that he despised. "Yeah, you know it was my refined physique that beat Shego in the end!" he said, the amusement in his voice creeping through.
Kim couldn't stop laughing, causing her to hiccup all the more. "Ron, stop hic making me laugh!" she said in mock anger. "And if you're going to take all the credit, I'll start calling you RS!"
Ron couldn't resist. He advanced towards her, arms outstretched and flexing his fingers. "Oh, you think that's funny?" he said, poking her gently in the side, drawing a giggle from Kim. "I'll give you something to laugh about!"
Kim squeaked and leapt backwards, away from his deadly fingers. "Ron, stop it!" She hiccupped loudly. Surprisingly, her friend stopped in his tracks, looking at something over Kim's shoulder. Oh no, Kim thought, please not her…
"Well isn't this cute?" a piercingly cruel voice cut through Kim like a hot knife through butter. "The loser and Kim, having a good time are we?"
"Hi, Bonnie," Kim greeted, her voice filled with barely concealed venom.
"Kim, I'll never understand how you can hang out with a loser like that," Bonnie said, turning her nose up at Ron. "He's so lame! He has no dress sense, though yours is hardly better," she said, splitting her attack between the two friends.
Ron was stung by Bonnie's remark, as he often was. But, as usual, he tried to hide it behind a mask of a grin. One day, he'd have his chance to get his revenge!
"Well, I can't say much better for hic…" Kim trailed off as a hiccup interrupted her witty retort.
Her old high-school rival laughed. "What was that, Kim?" she asked in a scathing tone as a red tint appeared on Kim's cheeks.
Ron balled his fists. He was less than 3 feet from Bonnie. One little flick, he thought, and that plastic nose of hers would just fall right off. Ah, why don't I ever say this kind of thing out loud? Such a great retort! He groaned inwardly. Then, his brown eyes caught sight of something coming towards them, carrying several shopping bags. He grinned. Perfect…
"Oh Bonnie!" Ron said, loudly enough to be heard by the rapidly approaching figure. "Isn't that your mother coming towards us?"
The look of abject terror that appeared on the ex-cheerleader's face was priceless. Ron and Kim both wished that they had a camera to preserve the moment as Mrs. Rockwaller approached her daughter.
"Now, Bon-bon! What have I told you about just wandering off like that!" her voice said harshly.
"Sorry, mom," Bonnie replied, her voice changing to a meek tone as she faced her mother. "I just wanted to talk to my…friends…"
Her mother smiled at Ron and Kim, nodding a greeting. "I don't know what to do with this one!" she said, "She can never seem to pick out decent clothes if I'm not around!" Bonnie groaned as Ron and Kim desperately fought to stop from laughing. "Say goodbye to your friends, Bon-bon! I'll get to the car!"
As her mother walked off, Bonnie turned to the two sniggering teens behind her. "You mention this to anyone…" she growled.
Ron burst out laughing as Kim hiccupped some more. Bonnie stomped her foot and stalked off.
"Oh that was excellent!" Kim exulted. "Ron, thank you!"
Her friend shrugged in reply. "No problem KP, it was just good timing that her mom was walking towards us. Although if she hadn't been I could have gone with plan B."
"And what was 'plan B?'" she asked.
"Poor your iced-smoothie on her head and run away," he replied with a grin. Kim laughed again.
"Come on, let's go back to my place," she said, grabbing his arm and tugging him down the street. "I want to try these new shirts on, RS."
Ron whined at this point. "But Kim, you've already tried them on at the store! And don't call me RS!" he protested.
"It's not the same as trying them on at home," she replied matter-of-factly. "And why can't I call you RS?"
Ron grumbled in reply and felt it would be easier to just give in to his fate of spending the rest of this glorious afternoon in doors.
"And what about this one?" Kim asked, turning slightly so her friend could get a better view of her recent purchase. Ron was staring out of the window and down into the Possible's garden, watching Jim and Tim, Kim's twin brothers, attacking each other with high-pressure water guns they had made.
"Yeah, s'great," he mumbled.
"Ron!" Kim said agitatedly. "You can't say that without looking! Come on, pay attention!"
Ron turned his head towards his best friend. "I'll just say the same thing I said when we in Club Banana," he replied. "Besides, wouldn't Monique be better suited to comment on your new clothes." Ron stopped talking as he actually took in the sight before him. Kim was standing there, one hand on her hip, the other hanging loosely at her side as she looked at him with her pouting face. Her large, green eyes were wide and pleading. Ron realised her facial expression didn't really match her posture, but that didn't really bother him. He stared at the tight, blue t-shirt Kim was wearing. It stopped a little way above her belly button, revealing part of her midriff, and the collar was a small 'V' shape that revealed part of her collar bone. The tight navy jeans she wore complimented the top perfectly, and the legs flared out towards the ends, around her ankles.
"Well?" Kim said, twirling around.
"Uh, it looks great," Ron said.
"Ron! That's what you said a second ago!"
"Yeah but this time I mean it, it looks great on you!" he blurted. "You look gorgeous." Oops, did I say that out loud?
Kim was taken aback. Did he just say I look gorgeous? No, he can't have done, this is Ron! How long have I been quiet? I should say something. "Thanks," she said, feeling a slight blush creep onto her face. Suddenly, she hiccupped.
Ron looked at her, then suddenly burst out laughing, destroying the tension. "You've still got the hiccups?" he asked incredulously.
Kim blushed further. "I thought they'd gone, I hadn't hiccupped for ten minutes!" she said desperately. "Help me get rid of them!"
Ron had an evil grin on his face as he advanced towards her. "Oh, I don't think I will. In fact, let's see if I can make them worse!" he poked her bare stomach.
Kim laughed, and ran past him. "Ron Stoppable, you stop that!" she yelled at him.
"You should probably have bought a longer shirt!" he replied. "You've left yourself too exposed!"
He leapt at her, tickling her sides. Kim screamed and thrashed, laughing madly before tickling him back. Ron started laughing too as they both collapsed onto Kim's bed, wrestling each other playfully. They stopped, panting hard. Kim rolled off her position sitting on Ron's chest, and lay next to him.
"So this is what you wanted to do out in the sun?"
Ron laughed. "No, but it's a worthy substitute for what I had in mind."
"Which was?" the red head pressed.
"Eating at Bueno Nacho on the benches outside," he replied, staring at the ceiling.
Kim propped herself up on her elbow, looking intently at Ron. "You're serious?"
Ron turned to her, smiling broadly. "Yep."
Kim poked him in the stomach. "You mean to tell me you complained non-stop for two hours when I was shopping because you wanted to go to Bueno Nacho instead?"
"Ah! Kim, stop poking me!" Ron cried, rolling away from her and falling with a solid thump off the bed. Kim grinned as Ron grumbled, crawling back up and sitting next to her on the mattress. "That wasn't funny."
"Yes it was," she said, and added "And don't you dare tickle me again or I'll pin you to the floor!"
Ron put a hand to his chin, and looked up at the ceiling. "Interesting prospect. Tell me more, Ms. Possible."
Kim stared at him, a smile spreading across her face. "Why, Mr. Stoppable, what are you suggesting?"
Ron winked in reply. "Oh, I think you know what I'm thinking about!"
Kim laughed again, as she had done so many times that day. She gently shoved Ron's shoulder, pushing him over. "Ron, I think you're getting a little bit cheeky!"
Ron grinned up at her. "Why, I do believe I am!" He reached up, and, draping an arm around her waist, pulled Kim on top of him. She let out a small cry of shock, landing atop Ron's chest. Her hands were pressed between herself and Ron's body, tight against his torso. She could feel the developing muscles there, and grinned at the blonde boy beneath her.
"Have you started working out?" she said in as corny a voice as she could muster.
Ron's grin grew wider. "Yes I have. Gotta be in shape for our missions."
"Is that the only reason?"
Ron blushed slightly. "Well, maybe not…" he admitted.
"Oh Ron, you can be so cute sometimes," Kim said before realising what had passed her lips.
Ron looked genuinely shocked, his blush deepening. "You really think so?"
Kim also blushed, hesitating as she answered. "Well…yeah. And you're really sweet too," she added, again before she could stop herself.
The typical dopey smile spread across Ron's face as he looked up at Kim, her deep, green eyes drawing him towards her. "I think you like me," he suddenly taunted in a quiet sing-song voice.
Kim grunted at him. "Of course I do, we've been best friends since pre-k!"
"Yeah, I know KP," he said, moving his hand up her back, resting his fingers lightly on her neck. Kim was aware of their presence, and wasn't about to complain.
She moved her face closer to Ron, feeling his gentle breath wash over her cheek. She could feel the warmth of his body, the pounding of his heart through her hands as she moved them slightly higher up Ron's chest. He lifted his lips towards hers, and they met. Ron's lips caressed Kim's own gently, sweetly; this wasn't rough or harsh, but a beautiful feeling of gentle pleasure passed through the couple on the bed. Kim closed her eyes and moved deeper into the kiss, pressing her lips firmer against Ron's as his arms tightened around her. Then, it was over. Kim sighed happily, opening her eyes and looking at Ron dreamily. She rolled off him, keeping one hand pressed to his chest, whilst Ron kept his arms around her. She snuggled up to him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"That was wonderful," she said quietly.
Ron smiled. "So I'm not bad, huh?" he asked jokingly.
Kim just smiled with him. She couldn't believe it had taken this long for something to happen between them.
"You were expecting this, weren't you KP?" Ron said, reading her thoughts.
"Yes. We've been so tight for so long, this was just the next step." She turned her head slightly, looking into his eyes. "And you really are a good kisser," she said, hoping to make him blush.
Instead, he just got a proud look on his face. "Yeah, Monique never complained…"
"What?" Kim almost screamed at him. "You've kissed Monique?"
Ron bit his lip, snorting, before laughing loudly. "Of course not, I was just messing!"
Kim narrowed her eyes at him, poking him in the stomach with a slender finger. "Oh, you're gonna die, Stoppable!" she growled.
Ron laughed harder, drawing her to him again and kissing her lightly. "Of course I am!" he said with a grin. Kim just sighed again, and resumed he position, resting her head on his shoulder.
They lay like that for several minutes, just enjoying the comfort and warmth of each other's bodies. "So now can I call you RS?"