A/N Ok Finals are over and I'm starting to hit the old keyboard again. This idea for this story practically came to me in the middle of a Macroeconomics test that I hopefully passed. Anyway this story's got no real plot, it just jumps around through different periods of time grabbing different conversation I think Kim and Ron would have during the course of their relationship addressing various subjects. Some of them tie together some of them don't.

Enjoy the fluff...Oh and Gesprekken (the title) is Dutch for conversation. This is not a one shot


Clapping Game

"Down, down, baby, down by the roller coaster."

It was a quiet summer day that was slowly but surely shifting to a lazy summer night, and as always at this time of day six year old Kim Possible and her best friend Ron Stoppable could be found in Ron's tree house. They sat across from each other in the lotus position engaged in a well practiced clapping game.

"Down, down, baby, down by the roller coaster. Sweet, sweet baby, I'll never let you go."

Together they clapped each other's hands, as well as performing other activities such as knee slapping, all in a rhythmic fashion while reciting the rhyme.

"Down, down, baby, down by the roller coaster. Sweet, sweet baby, I'll never let you go."

Ron stopped mid clap. "Why are we doing this?"

Kim looked up at him "Huh?"

"What is the point of this?" Ron waved his hand about in a melodramatic fashion.

"It's a game."

"Yeah it's a game… but what is it for? Every other game we play proves something. Tag separates the fast kids from the slow. Hop scotch focuses on the balanced and weeds out the clumsy. Jumping jacks highlights those that have the stamina and reflexes to survive the jungle law of the playground…..but this…..what does this prove? What's the deeper meaning?"

Kim shrugged. "It's just fun….Ron sometimes you say weird things."

"If I don't say this stuff; who will?" Ron inquired as Kim picked herself off the floor. "Hey, where are you going?"

"I thought you didn't want to play anymore. I was going to get the Monopoly board."

Ron shook his head and smiled. "Just because I don't understand it, doesn't mean I'm not having fun."

Kim rolled her eyes, sighed and sat back down. "Okay, where were we?"

"I think…uh…..down, down baby," Ron replied.

Kim placed her hands up. "Okay, here we go."

"Down, down, baby, down by the roller coaster. Sweet, sweet baby, I'll never let you go!"

Current time line: Ten years before the Junior Prom; Current Status: Best Friends Forever; Current mood: K&R Content

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Trapped

So what you're saying is that we're stuck?" Ron said as he attempted to separate himself from Kim.

Kim struggled herself; to no available. She groaned, they were currently trapped in an air vent, face to face, no more than a half an inch between them.

"I told you the vent was beginning to narrow, but you just had to try and brush past me."

"I don't see why I always have to bring up the rear, I mean I don't mind the view from the back but I think I deserve to lead every once in awhile. In fact I think I've earned the right." Ron stated

She hoped in the dim light of the vent that he could see how narrow her eyes were as she glared daggers at him.

"Okay," he said, getting the message, "I thought I felt something rat-like gnawing at my calf. My right calf! If it was my left no big but my right, I can't take any chances."

"Well the bad guys have obviously moved out, we'll just have to wait here for Wade to get help."

"Wade is sure taking his sweet time with that."

"At least we've got Rufus waiting out by the entrance; he'll lead whoever's coming right to us."

To Kim's chagrin Ron began to rock back and forth. "Ron stop messing around, you might cause the vent to collapse."

"Recklessness got me into this mees. I was hoping it would get me out." He sighed. "Oh well, eighteen years isn't that long but it was a good life," he said whimsically.

"What? You're being a tad extreme don't ya think?"

"I should have told my mother I don't want a funeral...I don't want people lying about me...Oh we knew him well...No one really knows me, cept you KP. Sometimes I still freak my parents out." Ron paused. "But now that I'm thinking about it, who really wants the truth to be told at their funeral, people might start saying stuff they wouldn't say to your face….. I can hear it now, "that Stoppable, I always hated him that loser."

"Ron, you've been really acting strange---er than usual these past few days."

She saw him turn his eyes away from her. "Since we've got so little time left, we might as well get everything out in the open," he said. "You got any secrets you want to tell me?"

What is he getting at now?

"Secrets? What are you talking about?"

"Oh I don't know," he said his eyes wandering everywhere but near her face, "something about a certain former classmate of ours wrapping himself around you like a squid with Velcro tentacles!'

"Are we in the same conversation here? I think I might be missing something vital here."

"I'm talking about that smooth daddy, no, no I should say uneven mommy Kevin 'free the weasel' Smiley hugging up on you last weekend!"

"Who told you that?" She said suspiciously.

"KP, I have eyes, and ears everywhere."

"Felix?"

Ron hesitated, "No."

"While we were shopping, Monique and I ran into him near the Orange Julius, we talked for like fifteen minutes."

Ron licked his lips. "Okay, it was Felix, but that's beside the point alright."

"So what is the point? What exactly did Felix say?"

He said and I quote. "I saw Kevin walk up to Kim and give her a hug," It was Ron's turn to narrow his eyes. "Are you going to deny it?"

"No, that's exactly what happened. I waved hello and he came over and hugged me."

Ron groaned out loud. "Oh why didn't you just deny it? I was so willing to go into denial."

"Ron, amp down, it was just a hug okay. It didn't mean anything to me at all."

"What kind of hug was it? Was it the kind where you slowly rub the lower part of each other's back in a circular motion?"

"Nooooo!"

"Okay," he said balking a bit at her sudden outburst. "But was it like a Monique hug or did it have an extra squeeze to it?"

Kim thought back to that afternoon. She remembered being a bit uncomfortable for a second or so before the hug broke. "Well..." she trailed off.

Ron moaned woefully. "Oh man, he's totally scheming on you. I so hate this guy. He's like fly paper for chicks, some kind of booty paper. I don't even know if such a thing exists, but if it does, he's just like it!"

"What did you want me to do, ignore him?"

"Not a bad idea," he said, "give him the old Alaskan shoulder."

She shook her head. "We've known him for four years. Don't you think me ignoring him would be just a little rude?"

"Actually what's rude was him eye copulating you from across the room at Monique's party two months ago."

"Eye copulating? …….Anyway I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary at the party."

"Oh but I did, I saw him, and he wasn't the only one, there were many a wandering eye at that party. They didn't think I saw but I did. Oh yes I saw, I see everything---"

His paranoid rambling was suddenly cut off when a pair off cherry flavored lips made contact with his own. While definitely abrupt and unexpected, it was far, far from a terrible experience.

Ron sighed happily when the kiss broke. "What was that about, not that I'm complaining?"

"I'm trying to bring you out of this haze of paranoid delusions you've lost yourself in. And since my hands are currently trapped by my knees, I can't smack you out of it so I decided to go with plan B."

'While your kisses are sweeter than Betty Crocker, I can't ignore the fact that…….."

A second kiss once again caused his brain to cease functioning.

"Well?" Kim said as she pulled away from him again. She smiled contently as he smacked his lips.

"There was a little tongue action this time," he said through a grin and deep breaths.

"Are you willing to listen to me now?"

She saw him take her question into consideration. "Uh…..no…I uh don't think I'm quite right yet."

As if that was her cue she happily moved in for another kiss, a deeper one this time with more passion then one would have imagined. Even she was surprised when she found herself biting tenderly on his bottom lip as the kiss broke.

"So you're willing to hear me out now right?"

A gratified "hmmmm?" was the only reply she received from her glassy eyed B.F.

"Good, listen closely."

"Uh…..huh..."

"Ron, even if Kevin is "scheming" on me, it doesn't matter because nothing will happen. I'm with you, and I couldn't be happier."

"Yeah?"

"You and me Ron, that's how it's always been, and no one's going to get in the way of that, ever."

Ron shut his eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry I got little carried away there. KP, I've seen some miraculous things in my life, like people receiving magic powers form monkey statues, but us getting together its downright biblical."

"Then you should have more faith in us," she told him as she nuzzled her nose against his cheek. "Although I've got to admit you are cute when you're jellin."

She froze when she felt something rigid bump against her hands which were pinned precariously beneath her waist and with that also beneath Ron's.

"Ron," she said stretching out his name.

"Kim, it was hard enough to control before the kisses…………..I know it's a bit awkweird right now but if we ignore it, it'll………It'll just go away on it's own."

Kim couldn't help but blush profusely. "You know you could have at least given me a heads up….I mean a warning, a warning," she said quickly. "A little bit of warning would have been nice."

"KP," Ron muttered as his eyes once again wandered here and there avoiding her gaze, "let's just drop it, right now it's out of my hands."

A rather impulsive thought suddenly blossomed in Kim's mind. The mischievous grin on her face could have been seen from space. "It may be out of your hands; but my hands are close enough to help out."

She couldn't keep from chuckling as Ron chocked on his own breath.

"Kim please," he said through quick gasps, "don't joke around like that. It's not really helping the situation…." He stopped to study her face. "You…….were…joking right?" He said now certain that he hadn't imagined her hand brushing really, really, close to his leg.

Current time line: One year one month after the Junior Prom; Current Status Couple; Current mood: K: Frisky R: Thankful

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Chick Flick

Kim placed her index finger to her lips. "Shhhhh," she said as she attempted to stifle a giggle. Then she turned her attention to the tiny cell phone that she now held in her hand.

Suddenly Ron's voice wafted loudly through the phone. "Kim, can you tell me the name of that movie again?"

"Oh," said her face a few inches from the cell, "have you changed your mind?"

"Heck no, I just want to make sure I don't accidentally walk into that mess when we go to the theater later."

"I really think you should reconsider. You might love the Bridges of Jefferson County."

"No way KP, I've filled my quota of romantic movies for the year. I can't believe I let you drag me to that last one."

"What," she feigned surprise, "I thought you liked 'Billy, Jesse and Me'?"

"Uh, I think dislike is the right word for how I felt….It was the worst western I've ever seen; Billy the Kid didn't even shoot anybody. He just talked about his feelings the whole time. What kind of cowboy talks about his feelings? Not the kind of cowboys I like anyway."

"I thought the story was sort of sweet. You really didn't like it?"

"Uh duh, I'm a dude; I'm unable to like that kind of stuff because of my Y chromosomes, its basic genetics Kim….It's science! I'm sorry but that movie had me stuck in pit of boredoom for two and a half hours.

"Boredoom?"

It's like boredom except ten times worse. It's when you're so bored you start wishing the world will end just so something exciting would happen!"

A snicker

"Shhhhh!"

"What was that?"

"Nothing," Kim said quickly. "You know what Ron, you make a good point. Now that I think about it, the movie was kind of disappointing, the ending was sooooo weak." She sighed "I just wish we could have found out if Jesse really loved Martha or not."

A brief silence from the other line

"Looking back on it he probably didn't. She was out of his league anyway."

"Uh…I'd have to disagree."

"Hmmm I thought the movie bored you?"

"Well, the parts I saw when I was awake, it looked pretty obvious to me that he dug her. As for her being out of his league….."

"Nah, I think what he felt for her was closer to lust than love."

"Um, are you forgetting about the part where he was watching her riding away with Billy on the plains? He so looked like he was about to cry, it's got to be some powerful emotions to make a cowboy cry."

"Eh I don't know. If he REALLY wanted to be with her, he should have said something."

"But…… she was going with Billy, his best friend, he didn't want to mess up the friendship between them…..and besides Martha always treated him kind of like a brother most of the times until the end where….uh never mind."

"Maybe," Kim said flippantly, "if he was a little more romantic and less awkward, then he would have had a chance."

"Okay, he wasn't Casanova, but he had his moments. What about the time he gave her that prairie flower?"

"What about it?"

"I mean, you didn't like that scene, when the sun was shining and she was smiling …."

"Actually, I thought that whole scene was kind of useless."

"Useless? I uh... okay whatever."

"Hmmmm?"

"Nothing."

"Come on tell me," she persisted.

"Well…..I thought….I happened to have just woken up for the third time by the way….."

"Uh-huh, keep going, you thought what?"

"I kind of... you know I sort of assumed you felt the same about the scene, that's the vibe I was getting from you at the time…..Anyway I thought it was roma…" he forced a cough.

"You thought it was what?"

"Oh, I said annoying……annoying."

"Okay," she said slyly. "It's actually just as well that Jesse didn't love Martha, because she didn't really care for him much either."

"What? I was asleep and I could still tell that even when she was with Billy she always looked the happiest when Jesse was around. She just didn't understand her feelings throughout most of the movie"

"Are you sure?"

"Totally, and did you forget what happened at the end?"

"The end?" Kim said her smile growing by the second. "I don't really remember, did anything really happen at the end?"

"Were you even in the theater? At the end when she was watching him ride away and she was standing on the porch and it was all bittersweet, and then she started narrating…."

"Narrating?"

"Yes, she was all like "Though our hearts now belong to others. Jesse and I would always dream of what might have been between us. Unfortunately not only did we miss the boat but the tide as well."

Kim did her best not to sound impressed. "You remembered that whole line?"

Ron coughed again. "No, no I was just para---para..."

"Paraphrasing? Actually I think you repeated it verbatim."

"Well I wouldn't say that."

"Oh? I would…..Ron I'm not sure we're talking about the same movie here. I've seen a lot of romantic movies and I'm leaning towards the idea that those two had nothing going on between them."

"How could you say that? The secret glances, holding their breaths when they were near each other. They were soul mates. The movie played it out beautifully in all its glorious bitter sweetness. It truly gives new meaning to the phrase 'You never know what you've got until it's gone'. The concepts and the feelings expressed in this film hit so hard to home that it felt as though we were seeing our own lives played out on screen. How did you not see this? Huh? …I…..I don't even know who you are anymore!"

"Amp down Ron," Kim began to giggle, her laughter joined by another, and yet another.

"Hey is someone else there…that sounds like….Kim why do you sound so far…..Am I on the speaker phone?"

"Aww Ron," Monique said as she snatched the phone from Kim, "I didn't know you were such a romantic. It's so cute."

"I…NO. I hated the movie, it didn't have any explosions or motorcycles, or……or lumberjacks."

"It was so sweet, he must have been really into it," Tara chuckled.

"I told you he loved it. He was on the edge of his seat throughout the whole movie and then when it was over, he pretended he hated it," Kim told them.

"Oh God, if Felix hears about this..."

"Don't worry your blond little head Don Ron, your secrets safe with us," Monique teased, "but I don't know why you're so upset. I'd love to have a BF with such a sugary sweet side."

Ron groaned loudly.

Tara grinned. "You're a lucky girl Kim."

"Natch," she replied. "Ronnie you're not angry are you? I was just teasing," she said innocently.

"I'm not exactly on cloud nine at the moment."

"I'll tell you what, how about if I come by your place with some honey flavored popcorn and a copy of Bricks of Fury, the uncensored unrated directors cut."

"And?"

"Annnnnnnd I'll give you some apology kisses," she replied with a dash of allure sprinkled in.

The others girls chuckled again.

There was another brief pause. "Okay, that's sounds pretty good," he said eventually.

"Okay, I'll see you around eight-ish."

"Badical."

"Oh and Ron, By the way I'm really happy that we didn't miss our boat or our tide."

"Um…" Ron mumbled something inaudible.

"What was that?" said a smug and more than slightly amused Kim.

"I…ditto."

Click

He hung up quickly, leaving the girls to snicker amongst themselves.

Current time line: Four months after the Junior Prom; Current Status: Couple; Current mood: K: Amused R: Slightly embarrassed

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First of many

Kim cleared her throat….forcing Ron to pull his gaze from the star lit sky. They stood alone on the Possible's front porch. Kim shuffled her feet across the floor as Ron nervously tugged at the collar of his shirt.

"So what are you thinking?" She said anxiously.

"Ah, what just happened just now, was that a date?"

She gave him of look of bemusement. "What do you mean?"

"Well, we just kind of hung out like normal, like when we were just friends."

"That's true."

"I don't know, I just," he stammered, "I mean we used to hang out at the mall and stuff all the time together….Did, did you think that was like a date-date."

Kim nodded. "It did feel a little different than before, yeah I think we can call it a date-date."

"Oh," he then smiled, "okay."

"Most of the stuff we do together from now on would be considered dating since we're a couple."

"Yeah," Ron hiccuped; he tried to hide the pleasure he got from her saying the word couple. "We're a couple…… that is indeed what we are."

There was a pause for a few seconds as they both stared at each other.

"So what's next?"

Ron wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. "I think I want to kiss you."

Kim straightened up. "You think?"

"No, I know I want to kiss you, that's what people do at the end of dates right?" He said letting the question linger in the air.

"I guess so, but you don't really have to if you don't want to. You're not obligated…."

"No, no I want to," he said quickly. "It's just that..."

"Just what?"

"Well I had planned this whole thing where the second you stepped on the porch I was going to kind of grab you, softly of course, by the arm and like maybe dip you a little but um, you walked a little faster than I had anticipated and it just threw off my timing."

"Uh-huh, I can see where that would frustrate you." As quick as a rattle snake she reached out, took his hand and pulled him closer.

Now less than an arms length away Ron found that his feet were no longer glued to the floor. And his quiet fear had transformed into a deep and mounting anticipation.

They were close enough to stare at their reflections in the pools of each others eyes. "This is really happening, we're dating."

"Yep," Ron said as he closed his eyes and tiled his head forward. "Are you still sure about this?"

"I've never been surer about anything ever." She tilted her head forward as well to meet his. Their lips softly and tenderly brushed past each others just as the porch light suddenly began to rapidly flicker on and off.

Ron pulled away as visions of objects with gravitational fields so powerful they captured light and cut off regions of space, began to dance in his head.

"Maybe I should go."

Kim noticed the shadow of what could only be her father at the window "Yeah that might be a good idea."

"I'll catch ya later KP," Ron said as he quickly made his way off the porch.

"Ron," she called out after him, "that was a, that was a really spankin first date," she beamed.

"Oh no doubt, I thought there were a lot of booyah moments myself," he grinned. "So uh tomorrow, do we pick up where we….. left off?"

She gave him a look that seemed to say. "What do you think?"

Current time line: One week after the Junior Prom; Current Status: Newbie Couple; Current mood: K&R: Anxious, a bit confused, giddy, and optimistic.

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It's over?

As Ron lay back down on his bed, he placed a fresh ice pack onto his shoulder and then adjusted his left arm in the shoulder sling. Feeling relatively comfortable, he used his free hand to turn on the radio on his night stand. Ron inhaled and exhaled; nothing like a little nerd-core hip hop to cure what ails you.

"I'm a snuggle bear, write poetry and blog a lot, in a hurry for a birdie I can snog a lot. I'm the kinda guy that you should get to know. Give you a neck message, make your (bleep) explode. I like pop punk, hip-hop and NPR. If I had a Huffy, you could ride the handlebars. Got some battle scars but that means I survived. Now I'm lookin' for a lady to walk by my side. Better like Boy meets World and Lost. Gotta have a little bit of soul, no WASPs. Red hair helps, keep those hips on lock. No fatties, no fuglies, I only hunt fox."

Ron pushed the pause button stopping the track. He was sure he had heard something, a light rapping at his windows. He waited in silence for a moment but everything was eerily quiet. He shrugged and turned the music back on.

"You know Naked Mole Rat was better than decent. Maybe I should give the rap game a shot."

Ron stopped the song again. This time he had heard something. Someone was throwing pebbles at his bedroom window. He slid out of his bed and shuffled towards the window. He popped it open and stuck his head out, and was surprised by who he saw out in there in the darkness of his backyard.

"Kim?"

"It's about time," she said "What took you so long?"

"KP, I know you're all about the gender reversal thing but you really don't have to go out of your way to serenade me."

"I'm not here to sing, I want to talk to you….we need to talk."

"Oh," he said with just a hint of disappointment in his voice. "Okay, but just for the record I really like that song Kiss from a Rose and…."

"Just come to the tree house," she told him.

A minute or so later, Ron pulled himself up into his tree house. "KP, if you wanted to talk to me; why didn't you call me on the phone?"

She didn't answer right away. "I don't know I just sort of rushed over. I guess I really wanted to see you."

Ron didn't know what the problem was but he could tell she was visibly upset.

"How's your arm?" she asked.

He glanced down at it "It's alright, so what are we going on a mission or something?"

"About that, I think we should stop…."

Ron's face turned grim. "Are you breaking up with me?"

"Nooooo," she slapped her forehead. "Why is that every time I say we need to talk, you immediately think I'm breaking up with you?"

"Well….when does anyone ever say "we need to talk" and it's ended up being a good thing? You always look so serious when you say it. Maybe, it wouldn't hurt for you to smile while you're saying it, a few jokes beforehand to break the tension."

"When I was talking about stopping I meant us not going on anymore missions."

"What why? But saving the world is your thing….it's….it's your thing," he repeated.

"I know but I had this dream tonight…..it was about our last missions, but this time you didn't just hurt your arm. You got hurt, bad."

Ron shifted uncomfortably. "How bad?"

He saw a single tear drop from her eye and cascade down her cheek.

"Oh.…..that's pretty bad." He sighed "Hey, I thought panderoo was supposed to keep nightmares away," he joked. "Maybe its time to replace…."

"And the worst part was," Kim interrupted with a sniff, "your ghost blamed me for what happened to you."

"What a jerk, he obviously wasn't a friendly ghost."

Kim sniffed again.

"You know like Casper."

She was silent

"Casper the friendly ghost"

"I know who Casper is," she said angrily. "Ron, I've decided we're not going on any more missions."

This dream really got to her. "Oh come on, didn't we go through this with the actuary thing?"

"You went through it; I'm the one who continued to selfishly drag you across the world into dangerous situations."

"So who's going to save people if you don't?"

"There are other options, G.J and Team Impossible, uh Team Go."

"You're going to leave the world to those guys? Shego will cut through them like they were butter on the sun!"

She shook her head vigorously. "No, I've made up my mind."

"Wow I'm going to have to be the mature one here?" He slid over to her and wrapped his one good arm around her. "Let's not make quick decisions here. Okay I got hurt this time, fine but you've got to have faith in me Kim. I can still watch your back."

"Ron, I know you can do fine out there, even on your own. It's not about how capable you are. But that dream…it….was….I just don't want to take the chance."

"Earth to Kim, you're all about chance taking."

She allowed herself to be wrapped up in his arm by snuggling into the embrace. "Not this time, the risk is too great."

Ron reflected on the situation for a moment "I don't think you can do it," he said eventually.

"What?"

"I don't think you can give it up. Saving people is part of who you are, it's in your blood like some kind of weird benevolent mutant microbe coursing through your veins."

"Ron, it's over. I've made up my mind."

"I honestly think I'll run into a unicorn before you really quit."

"I said I'm quitting, that means I'm quitting. Please respect my decision."

He nodded. "Okay, I respect it…….just promise me when Wade calls that you won't go solo."

"Ron, I'm serious."

'Cuz I'll still watch your back no matter what. One arm, two arms, hunchback it doesn't matter I'll be there for you"

"This isn't a joke; this is life and death we're talking about here!"

"It's always been life and death Kim, since we started this thing! Anyway I don't plan on dying anytime soon."

"That's beside the point. No one plans on dying, it just happens; I don't want to see you get hurt again or worse."

"It'll be fine, trust me."

She looked over her shoulders at him. "I don't think you get how important you are to me!" she practically shouted at him. "I'm thinking about our future."

Whoa, our future?

Kim turned away from the speechless Ron. He did a quick look around the tree house, reflecting on the countless games they had played here as children. The memories were vague and fleeting; why did it now seem like they happened so long ago? So much had changed yet stayed the same over the years. The one main constant was that they were together.

"I've been thinking about the future a little too," he felt her body tense up in his arms and then suddenly relax. "When you're a little kid or a guy filled with "child like wonder", you don't really see a future. Or actually, you don't think about it, but lately I can't help but do just that."

She turned to face him waiting for him to finish.

"And I can't imagine a possible future without a certain Possible in it."

"So what are you trying to say?"

"Wow, you're really putting me on the spot huh? Maybe what I'm saying is that I would like to be with you…..forever…..if that's okay with you of course."

"No its not"

He froze.

'Forever isn't long enough," she said practically glowing with happiness.

"God that was so corny," Ron replied happily as she then leaned in for a kiss.

"Watch the arm," Ron muttered a second before the lips locked together into a passionate kiss. They followed the kiss up with a tight embrace with Kim resting her head on his shoulders.

Ron let out a breath. "You haven't kissed me like that since that night in the vents a few months ago."

A tinge of red sprouted on both sides of her cheeks.

"Getting trapped in that vent turned out to be a real sticky situation all right."

The tinge of red slowly traveled up her entire face.

Still locked in their embrace Ron gave her a little squeeze. "How selfish of me I don't think I ever "paid you back" for that."

Her face was presently beet red. "Wait, I didn't expect anything…I was…it was a spur of the moment thing…are you serious?" she stammered.

Ron tilted this head slightly to the side an impish look on his face. "I don't exactly hear you saying no."

"I..." she continued to stutter from embarrassment but as they both soon realizes, Ron especially, that she didn't exactly bother or even attempt to look like she was trying to break out of their hug. The reality was it got tighter.

Current time line: One year two months after the Junior Prom; Current Status: Couple; Current mood: K&R: Love?


There you go folks hope you enjoyed. The rap song is from Nerdcore rapper (yea it exists) MC Chris' Arulaprgasam.

Obviously I'm still getting back into a writing groove, trying to find that "zone". Now for those who care I shall be trying to update my stories as frequently as I can over the next few weeks.

Here's what I'm pretty sure will be my updating schedule.

1) Middlewood (Already finished the first section)

2) Wedding Bells

3) New one shot titled Eternal Sunshine of the Ronless Mind

4) Used to be a Hero.

Yea that should be my next four updates though two and three may flip depending on how the mood of my life is at the time ;)