Calm the Storm

Hey, all! So here is another story to add to my collection. It takes place after graduation. The Possibles and the Stoppables are rooming together until the Possible's house is re-built.

And now, the story!

All was calm in the Stoppable household. Mr. Stoppable was working diligently in the home office. Mrs. Stoppable was in the kitchen feeding Hana. Mrs. Possible sat at the kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee while occasionally chatting with her closest friend.

Then, pandemonium ensued. A furious redhead stormed in the house followed by an equally perturbed blond.

"HEY! I'm not done talking to you!" the blond yelled. "Don't even try storming away and locking yourself in the guest room!"

"What else do you want me to say, Ron?" the redhead yelled back, turning around to face him. "I already told you: DISTANCE is not going to come between us! Honestly, Ron, I don't get why this is such a big deal!"

"Well, you could have at least let me be a part of where you applied. But, NOOOOOOOO! You're Kim Possible, and you can do EVERYTHING... on your own!"

Ron had to do everything in his power to not scream at her.

"Oh! Will you just GROW UP already?" Kim glared daggers strait into Ron's eyes.

"Yeah, sure, I'll grow up. The last time you told me that, I almost lost you for good; just like how I'm loosing you now!"

"Ron, we already talked about this! Nothing is going to come between us!"

"Sure, you say that now, but I know you, Kim. A big, strong, handsome pretty boy will come walking by, and you will completely forget about me! It's happened once, I'll happen again!"

Kim stood in shock; tears stinging in her eyes.

"I cannot believe you just said that to me," she turned around to storm up the stairs. But before she could make it to the first step, she turned back around in a furry.

"You know what? FINE? Since I'm so shallow and like to do SOOOOOO much on my own, maybe we should just break up!"

With that, she fled up the stairs.

Ron stared at her fleeting form in shock. He didn't mean for that to come out the way it did. He followed after her, trying to redeem himself.

"Don't you get it Kim? This isn't just about the dating thing! It's about," Ron paused, frustrated and not sure how to continue, "EVERYTHING!"

Kim's assent didn't falter. "Just leave me alone."

"Please, KP! Just let me explain," he tried to reach out to her, and he grabbed her wrist gently.

She whirled around and jerked her arm away from him, now standing in the door frame; tears threatening to break free were choking up in her throat. "I think you've said enough."

She looked at him in disgust and slammed the door in his face.

Ron was devastated. What had he done? His worst nightmare had come true: they were broken up. All because of that stupid college. All because of his stupid grades. What was he going to do?

On the other side of the door, the dam broke. Kim let out a series of sobs and sunk to the floor.

Four pairs of eyes cautiously peeked their way around corners to survey the damage. They saw a slumped figure outside the door that resembled a newly-graduated, 18 year-old young man with a mess of blond hair and freckles on each cheek. He clutched the door handle, head down, as if wanting to let the person, on the other side of the door, know that he was there.

Four sets of silent eyes quietly went back to what they were originally doing. It was eerily quiet, with the occasional sob coming from the upstairs guest room, until the observant little girl whispered, "Brouder and Kim-Kim sad."

Although the adults agreed, they did so silently. Mr. Stoppable emerged from his den with his files, laptop, and calculator in tow. The three adults all nodded to each other in mutual agreement. The two young adults needed some space. Mrs. Stoppable lifted her daughter out of her high-chair while gathering her feeding implements. Mrs. Possible followed the Stoppables outside to the back yard and shut the door behind them. Hopefully, their lack of presence would help calm the storm more quickly.

Ron didn't know what to say. Should he open the door? Should he just walk away? No, he couldn't just walk away from his problems and hope they disappear. He felt that there was nothing he could do.

But, perhaps, there was something he could say.

"Kim," he said in a low voice.

No answer.

"Kim," he said again, a bit louder.

Still no answer.

Maybe she really did want to end things.

"What?" came a tired reply.

He couldn't think of anything else to say. So much for that theory.

"I said, 'what'," maybe he didn't hear her.

He wracked his brain for something, anything else to say in response. Finally, he decided to tell the truth from his heart; to do what no man should ever have to do more than once… or twice.

"Kim, I…. I…. I really don't want to be broken up with you."

Hearing nothing but silence, he continued.

"I will admit that I am upset that you will be moving away… and I'm really happy for you, but…."

Okay, this isn't working as well as I hoped. Time to switch gears.

"Okay, confession time KP. The real issue here isn't just us not being here together in college. It's about after college. I…. um…. I have been thinking a lot about it lately and… um… I was wondering how you felt about it. Ya know, KP, this would be a lot easier if I was actually talking to you and not to the door."

Silence still.

"Please come out, KP," he pleaded.

He waited for a response. Sitting cross-legged on the floor; in front of the bedroom door. A few seconds grew like minutes. Still silence.

"KP? Are you okay?"

He reached for the door knob and turned it slightly, making sure he wasn't intruding. When he didn't hear her complain, he pushed the door slightly open; enough to poke his head though. He checked to make sure the coast was clear before he pushed the door all the way open.

"Kim? Are you still here?"

He was surprised to find that his "ex"-girlfriend was nowhere in sight, and the wind was blowing the curtains back from the window. Ron stepped up to the window and looked out. He saw a branch near enough for someone with years of mission experience and cheerleading expertise to land on and climb down. He looked out at the front yard, but there was not a purple-clad red-head in sight.


To be continued….

Thanks for reading!