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Post by cloudmonet on Dec 11, 2005 0:37:12 GMT -5
Adventures in Christmas Shopping
by cloudmonet
rated G
Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, Wade Load, Mr. and Mrs. Dr. Possible, Bonnie Rockwaller, Walter Nelson, Tara, and Professor Dementor are characters from the Kim Possible show, created by Mark McCorkle and Bob Schooley, owned and copyright © by the Walt Disney Company. The story takes place in December, 2000, while Kim and Ron are in the middle of 8th grade at Middleton Middle School, well after after the Paisley Mansion rescue from “A Sitch in Time,” and more than a year before “Tick Tick Tick.” This story, © 2005 by cloudmonet.
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In a dimly lit bedroom with teal walls, a nine year old, rather fat African American boy named Wade Load was typing Unix commands into a computer, while watching a ground-level view of Middleton’s sidewalks roll by on a second monitor, as if he was playing a video game as a mouse driving a toy car. On a third monitor, a flashing green dot moved through a street map that was so large scale, it only showed a few square blocks at a time.
Rolling quickly on the sidewalks of a residential neighborhood was a device that for the moment looked like a cross between a remote controlled toy car and a pocket computer. It would slow down, speed up, do whatever needed to be done to dodge the legs of anyone using the sidewalk. At this hour, with school in session, and most people either at work or Christmas shopping, there wasn’t much foot traffic.
Dealing with traffic on the streets was a much more difficult proposition. Wade thought he had Middleton mapped out to the extent that he knew all the crosswalks with traffic lights and wheelchair ramps, but there was the difficult and scary matter of vehicles turning right on red to contend with, and some of the wheelchair ramps weren’t where they were supposed to be. When confronted with a curb, Wade’s device would shoot out a small tentacle with a claw on the end that would attempt to grasp something and pull the device back onto the sidewalk, if there was something within its reach. Wade had to drive one block under a row of parked cars.
Finally the goal was in sight: Middleton Middle School. The device scooted up the wheelchair ramp and began moving through the halls. By the clock, classes were in session, but there were always one or two kids with hall passes going somewhere on some errand or other, and one boy happened to notice the strange device and tried to catch it. Suddenly it stopped moving, retracted its wheels, and let the boy pick it up.
“Ron,” it said, “this is Wade.”
“Aaah!” said Ron, and nearly dropped it.
“You are Ron Stoppable, aren’t you? You look exactly like the yearbook photo.”
“I didn’t think that photo was very good,” Ron protested. “I don’t look nearly that geeky. Wait a minute. You’re Wade? That nine year old kid who keeps bugging Kim about running her website. Are you really going to college?”
“Graduated. Summa cum laude,” Wade said proudly.
“So, what, now you’re gonna get a Ph.D.?” Ron asked.
“Naw, I’m gonna be an engineering consultant and make some big bucks.”
“Yeah, right.”
“It’s no more improbable than a couple of eighth graders foiling Professor Dementor when he tried to steal those rocket engine schematics from the Middleton Space Center.”
“Point taken,” said Ron. “Well, it was mostly Kim, but I helped.”
“Young man, what are you doing in the hall?” asked the harsh voice of Mrs. Fiddleburg, Ron’s least favorite teacher.
Ron put Wade’s device in the pocket of his cargo pants and showed her his hall pass.
“And where are you supposed to be going?” Mrs. Fiddleburg asked.
“Got a message for Mr. Kayak,” Ron replied.
“You go to him then.”
Ron hurried down the hall.
At Lunch in the cafeteria, Ron was eating a bowl of nachos and cheese. His pet naked mole rat, Rufus, was sort of hiding behind his arm, taking nibbles, lots of nibbles, at the corn chips.
“Someday you’re gonna get in trouble for bringing Rufus to school,” said Kim Possible, the red haired girl with braces who was Ron’s best friend in the world. Sometimes it felt like she was his only friend.
Dot dot dadot! beeped something in Ron’s pants pocket.
“Wow, Ron, did you get a cell phone?” asked Kim. “Go on, answer it.”
Ron pulled Wade’s device out of his cargo pants pocket and stared at it.
“You don’t know which button to push, do you?” Kim said. “Let me see it.”
“Okay,” said Ron. “It’s probably for you, anyway.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Kim, studying the device and pressing a button. “Hello,” she said, when the face of a fat little boy surrounded by computer monitors and sipping a soda appeared on screen.
“Hi, Kim Possible, I’m Wade Load,” said the boy. “We’ve exchanged emails a few times.”
“Yeah, I remember,” Kim replied hesitantly. “What’s the sitch?”
“I got my bachelor of science degree,” he said, putting an image of it on the little screen. His face reappeared. “I can understand you being skeptical about my ability to help you, so I’m asking you, politely, for a chance to prove myself. You can consider this device my Christmas present. I call it the kimmunicator.”
“Communicator?”
“Kimmunicator,” Wade said, emphasizing the first syllable. “I designed it myself. You can pretty much reach any phone in the world, and if there’s any sort of phone camera, web camera, or security video camera near the person you’re talking to, you’ll see them onscreen.”
“Wow, really?”
“That’s not all. You’ve got high speed satellite internet service, too.”
“And wheels,” said Ron. “I found it rolling through the hall like a remote controlled car.”
“Wheels?” asked Kim.
“Well, that’s functionality I control,” said Wade. “That’s so if somebody takes it away from you, a villain like Professor Dementor, let’s say, I’ll be able to drive it back to you.”
“Ew!” said Kim. “How often am I gonna have to deal with mad scientists?”
“You do realize Dementor’s out of prison, don’t you? He and his lawyers managed to convince the judge and prosecutor that it was all a misunderstanding, he thought he was doing legitimate research, and they dismissed all the charges except assault and battery, which they plea-bargained down to disturbing the peace. He’s deported, back in Bavaria, and I’m keeping an eye on him for you.”
“Er--” Kim said.
“Meanwhile, you have more immediate concerns-- Christmas shopping, I believe. I think I can help you some there.”
“What, order things online? It’s too late for that.”
“I know,” said Wade. “This’ll be strictly brick and mortar. I’m checking store inventories for selection and price, and I’ll have your itinerary ready by the time school gets dismissed.”
“Better eat, Kim,” Ron interrupted. “Almost time for the bell!”
“Excuse me,” said Kim, taking immense bites of ham sandwich in between immense bites of potato salad.
When Kim and Ron walked out of school, the kimmunicator beeped. Kim took it out of her jacket pocket and turned it on. Wade’s face appeared on the screen just as a horn honked. “That should be your ride,” he said.
“My ride?” she asked.
“Big blue pickup truck, a little beat up,” he replied.
A man waved from the driver’s seat of just such a vehicle parked on the street. Kim and Ron hesitantly approached. “I understand you need a ride to the Middleton Mall?” said a robust man with a brown beard.
Kim brightened up immediately. “Marty Bones!” she exclaimed. “How’s your leg?”
“All healed up,” he replied. “If you and your friend hadn’t found and freed me last summer when I fell down that cliff on the side of the canyon and got wedged between those rocks, I probably would’ve starved to death.”
“No big,” said Kim, getting in the middle of the bench seat. “Well, actually, those rocks were pretty big, but thanks to Ron’s tube of number 17 sunscreen, we were able to grease up your leg and get it out of there.”
“I get sunburned easily,” Ron explained, as he climbed in and sat beside Kim.
Dot dot dadot! beeped the kimmunicator, and Wade appeared on the screen. “Better hurry,” he said. “The hardest thing to get is going to be Balderdash 2: Slash and Zap. There’s only 20, whoops, 19 copies left at Game Rampage, and they’re going fast.”
The truck pulled up beside the mall entrance to let Kim and Ron out. “I’ll come back here to pick you up at the door when Wade tells me you’re finished,” said Marty.
“Really? Thanks!” said Kim.
“No big, as you like to say. You saved my life. I’m just glad I don’t have to go inside.”
“No shopping for you?” asked Kim.
“I did all my shopping online, last month.”
“Smart man,” said Ron.
“Kim, hurry,” said Wade’s voice on the truck’s CB radio. “There’s only 13 copies left.”
Ron opened the door. Kim practically pushed him out of the truck, grabbed his wrist, and tugged him into the mall, jogging around randomly moving people.
Near the middle of the mall, a totally congealed mob of children and parents crowded around a display of sparking artificial snow, four plastic reindeer, and a man dressed as Santa Claus with a woman dressed as an elf listening to the children either endlessly babble requests for presents, or freeze up, too nervous to say anything at all. Instant digital pictures could be purchased for two dollars a child.
“Nine copies left,” said Wade’s voice from the kimmunicator.
“Give me a boost,” Kim told Ron.
“To what?” he asked.
“Just up,” she replied, stepping onto Ron’s cupped hands and putting her hands on his shoulders. “Now!”
“You’re getting bigger,” Ron complained. “Give me a moment. One, two, three, go!”
He lifted his arms with all his might while Kim apparently effortlessly straightened her legs and jumped, flipped over in the air, pounced and bounced off the shoulders of a very large man, and flipped to her feet at the entrance to Game Rampage. By the time almost anyone in the crowd had time to react, Kim was in line at the counter with the second last empty cover of Balderdash 2: Slash and Zap (game CD behind counter).
Ron made it to the Game Rampage door just as Kim was coming out. “Honestly, I don’t understand the appeal of these games, but Jim and Tim really want to play this one.”
“Oh, cool,” said Ron. “You can play as a half orc or an umberhulk.”
“All the flips and spins and impossible acrobatics,” Kim complained, looking at the back cover. “Nobody can do that stuff.”
“Well, if you’ve got good thumb action and hit the right option button, it’s no prob. A lot easier than the jump you just made. We were standing way over there.”
“Hey, I guess we were,” said Kim.
“I don’t think I wanna do that again without my mission gloves,” said Ron, looking at his sore hands.
“Let’s go back around the edge of the crowd,” said Kim, taking the kimmunicator out of her pocket and turning it on. “Wade,” she said. “The comforter for my Mom, better price, better style, at Nickle’s, Gottchew’s, or Blankets, Towels, and Bowls?”
“Smarty Mart,” said Ron.
“Their stuff isn’t very well made,” said Kim, “and that place is gonna be even crazier than the mall.”
“What size bed? Double? Queen?” Wade asked.
“They upgraded to a queen bed a few years ago, and I got the double,” said Kim.
“Okay, Gottchew’s is showing a couple of very nice designer floral comforters for $34.99. Nickle’s has some for $32,99, but they’re just pastel solids-- wait, there’s a plaid one for $29.99, but it’s kind of an ugly plaid that wouldn’t even look good on a pair of boxer shorts. The Blankets, Towels place selection starts at $45.99.”
“Let’s try Gottchew’s,” said Kim, holding Ron’s hand so they wouldn’t get separated in the crowd.
Suddenly Kim let go of Ron’s hand and looked across the wide hallway.
“Did you see that?” Kim asked.
“What?” Ron asked, turning to face her.
“Tara,” said Kim. “She’s wearing one of those Club Banana crop tops. I so want to have some of those, but no, my parents won’t let me wear anything like that.”
“Why not? How’s it different from your cheerleader’s top?”
“I don’t know,” said Kim. “Ron, Ron, I’m gonna freak!”
“Over a short tank top?”
“No it’s Wally, and he’s walking with Bonnie Rockwaller.” She said the latter name with disgust. “They’re holding hands. I hate her. She sees me. She’s putting her arm around his waist.”
“I thought you didn’t like Walter Nelson any more,” said Ron.
“I don’t. I don’t. I’m just fourteen. I don’t need the whole boys thing messing up my life, not yet,” Kim protested. “It was more a disaster than a kiss. Our braces stuck together and by the time your mom got us to the orthodontist, I was so sick of his breath and body odor I never wanted to be near him again, and yet, and yet, Wally and Bonnie, the thought just gives me stomach heaves.”
Ron put his hand on Kim’s shoulder. “Calm down,” he said. “Show a little kimposure.”
Kim choked into a laugh. “Kimposure? Ron, you’re great!” she said, giving him a sudden brief hug, and he smiled too.
They walked into Gottchew’s, where Kim spent a fair amount of time dithering between two different flowered comforters before selecting one. Now Ron had a fairly large bag to carry.
“On one hand, I’m really glad I’m Jewish and don’t have to do this whole Christmas shopping thing,” he muttered. “On the other hand, I am doing it.”
“This is fun,” said Kim. “It’s going so smoothly with Wade’s help.”
Dot dot dadot!
“Speaking of whom,” said Ron.
“It’s a Nakasumi Box One,” said Wade.
“Thanks,” said Kim.
“I have one of those,” said Ron. “Of course, I’d like to have the Box Two. Those are sweet, but they cost two hundred dollars and there’s no way my parents are going to spring for that. It’s like nine months till my next birthday, anyway.”
“Um, Ron, why don’t you go to Club Banana and look at the men’s sweaters? You know my dad pretty well. I’d probably pick out something way too current for him.”
“Where are you going?” asked Ron.
“Back to Game Rampage, and you don’t want to deal with that craziness again.”
“But why didn’t you get it, whatever it was, the first time?”
“I do have two brothers, much as they seem like one twisted mind in two hyperactive bodies. I wasn’t sure I’d have enough money, but the comforter was cheaper than I allowed for, so I can buy an older game.”
“Ah, er, okay,” said Ron. “Where’s Club Banana?”
“Back near where we saw Tara and Bonnie. I’ll walk you there. It’s the same direction as Game Rampage.”
“Oh, this place,” said Ron.
Rufus popped his head out of Ron’s pocket.
“Go back to sleep buddy,” Ron said, gently pushing him back into the pocket. “No pets in the mall.”
Rufus chattered annoyance, but withdrew.
“See ya in a few,” said Kim, hurrying back toward the Santa crowd.
“Men’s sweaters for Mr. Dr. P,” Ron mumbled, trying to squeeze past shoppers without bumping anyone and not succeeding. One of the people he bumped was a very pretty brown-haired older girl wearing jeans with a hot pink crop top.
“Oh, ah, pardon me.”
“That’s all right,” she said pleasantly. “Looking for a gift for your little girlfriend?”
“Oh, ah, well, she’s not exactly--”
“Not sure you’ve won her heart, are you?”
“Well--”
“Get a clue, dude, she sent you in here alone to buy her a present. Bet she told you about something from Club Banana she’d really like to have.”
“Actually, she did, but how’d you know that?”
“I’m a girl, silly. What’d she say she wants?”
“A crop top, but--”
“She’s being so easy on you. They’re only eight dollars.”
“But I don’t know her size.”
“Dur, they’re tank tops. They stretch. Get her a small. She’s certainly not medium or large. What’s her color? You wouldn’t notice. With that red hair, I think she’d look good in Caribbean blue.” The brown-haired girl held up a turquoise blue shirt.
“Maybe this one,” said Ron, pointing to a medium bluish blue not quite so intense.
“Forgetmenot Blue,” said the girl, smiling. “That’s another good color for her.”
“Ya think?”
“Sure,” she said, leading Ron to a cash register and scanning the bar code on the tag. “With sales tax, that’s $8.58. Would you like me to gift wrap it quickly before she gets back? It’s free.”
Ron handed her a ten dollar bill. “Sure, I can do free,” he said. “But she told me to help her find a sweater for her dad, for her to buy him. Do you guys even have men’s clothes?”
“Way in the back. I’ll slip your package into your Gottchew’s bag. Don’t forget it’s there, now.”
Ron went to the back of the store. “Huh, they have cargo pants,” he said looking at a pair of light brown ones. “Ouch! They’re way more expensive than Smarty Mart.” He wandered back to the sweaters, remembering that Kim’s dad favored gray, grayish blue, and brown, with V-necks that showed his collar and necktie underneath.
Meanwhile, Kim was back at Game Rampage, where several older boys wearing black leather jackets and punked out hair made her feel a bit uncomfortable.
“So Ron’s parents don’t have any idea what games he has?” Kim asked. “I’m trying to remember what games he talks about, but I’m afraid I just blank out when he gets into that.”
“That means he’s buying them himself. Does he have a big allowance?”
“So not,” said Kim.
“Most games for Nakasumi Box One are down to ten dollars. Find one that’s fifteen or twenty and he probably doesn’t have it.”
“If that stupid Balderdash 2: Slash and Zap hadn’t been nearly sixty dollars, this wouldn’t be a problem. I guess I can still do it, but I’ll be wiped out and have to babysit.”
Kim walked into Club Banana, and the brown-haired salesgirl said, “Ron’s in the back.” Kim gracefully or awkwardly squeezed past other customers to get to the men’s section.
“Oh, hey, KP,” Ron said. “I don’t know how much the price matters, but-- You didn’t tell me. How does he feel about wool? Cause I don’t like it, it really makes me itch, but it’s kind of hard to tell what your dad’s wearing without feeling it or looking at the label.”
“Synthetic sweaters are nice and warm, they don’t shrink in the wash, the colors hold better, and they’re a lot cheaper,” Kim said with a smile. “What have you found?”
“I wasn’t quite sure about his size.”
“Kind of depends how long it is, cause he’s so tall. If it’s long, a large will do. Otherwise, extra large.”
“There’s this brown one with the diamond pattern, buttons in front with a V-neck kinda like a suit jacket. They’ve got, let’s see, medium, large, extra large, extra extra large--”
“That’s so retro, Dad just might like it,” Kim said, holding the large sweater under Ron’s chin, then the extra large. She shook her head. “Not my idea of cool, but it’s kind of nice. $31.95, hmm, but which size? Aw, Dad’s like you, wears his clothes kinda loose, and it’s not real long. Better get the extra large.”
“Is that it? Are we through?” Ron asked.
Kim gasped. “Duck down,” she whispered.
“What? Is it Walter Nelson again?”
“No,” she whispered, carefully peeking around the sweaters then quickly withdrawing. “It’s Mom. Oh my gosh! She’s buying crop tops! At least three of them.” Kim squeezed Ron’s arm. “I’m so excited. I’m gonna squeal.” She covered her mouth.
Next time Kim peeked, her mother was gone, and she took the brown sweater to the cashier.
“Would you like this giftwrapped? It’s free,” the girl said.
“Please and thank you,” said Kim. “I guess that’s all except for Nana. I should look for a snow globe or a funny little statuette or something.”
Ron got the comforter bag from behind the counter. Kim kept the little Game Rampage bags and gave Ron the Club Banana bag.
Dot dot dadot! went the kimmunicator.
“I see you just bought the sweater,” said Wade. “I guess the Santa crowd is still pretty thick?”
“Oh yeah,” said Kim, “but they kinda moved aside when they saw me coming.”
“Anyway, is there anything else?”
“A figurine, maybe, or a snow globe, for my grandmother. I figure maybe one of the little stands in the middle of the hall.”
“Hmm, hmm,” said Wade. “Most of those don’t have computerized inventory.”
“That’s okay. We can just do it the old way.”
Indeed it wasn’t any trouble. At the first stand Kim found a hand-painted clay statue of a frog playing a flute that she was certain Nana would just love which was only $4.95 (plus tax). Then Kim called Wade, Wade called Marty Bones, who was waiting at the Mall Entrance when Kim and Ron came out carrying shopping bags.
“We’re ready to go home,” Kim said.
Marty grinned through his beard. “Had enough? I don’t blame you at all.”
“Actually, mission accomplished, I think,” said Ron.
“Um, er, ah, I’ve never seen a girl in her pajamas,” said Wade, covering his eyes. “Not a teenaged girl anyway.”
“Well, get used to it,” said Kim. “Where’s the camera on this thing? I’ll cover it with my thumb if there’s a real problem. I just called to tell you, you did really well today. The only criticism I might have is I wouldn’t have called in a favor from someone whose life I saved for a trip to the mall.”
“I considered that,” said Wade. “I also considered the condition of Marty Bones’ old truck. You wouldn’t want to depend on it if you were in a hurry or had to go very far. Marty’s fine with giving you more than one ride.”
“You’re very thoughtful,” said Kim. “Mind if I ask why you want to do all this for me?”
“Cause I want to do something good in the world,” said Wade. “I’m just a nine year old with an engineering degree and, shall we call it, extreme internet skills. You’re a real hero, multiple times. I can get you where you’re needed in time for you to do some good.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“So with that in mind, how would you and Ron feel about taking skydiving lessons? Remember the little boy who almost drowned at Upperton Lake last summer? His dad’s a member of the Tri-City Skydiving Club--”
“Oooh! Wade, I’m gonna squeal. Yes, yes yes!” Kim lowered her voice and took a few deep breaths. “I’ll talk Ron into it somehow.”
“So I’ve got the job?”
“Wade, you have so got the job. You rock!”
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Post by Ezbok58a on Dec 17, 2005 22:23:43 GMT -5
Adventures in Christmas Shopping
By Ezbok58a
Rated PG-13 (for mild violence)
Legal: I don’t own Kim Possible
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It was a bright Saturday December morning, a light snow was laid across the ground.
Down the sidewalk walked Ron Stoppable, heading towards his girlfriends house.
He simply called it the Possible residence.
He approached the front door and casually walked in, as he usually did.
His destination was the Kitchen, to wait for Kim.
“Morning Dr.’s Possible” Ron said gleefully
“Morning Ronald” Mr. Dr. Possible said, not looking up from his paper.
“All set for today Ron?” Mrs. Possible asked.
Ron became confused.
“Huh?”
“You do know what day it is right Ronald?” Mrs. Possible asked, noticing Ron’s confusion.
“Ye-Yeah, it’s a Saturday” Ron said nervously, feeling cornered.
“The twelfth to be precise” Mr. Possible said from the table.
Ron suddenly became pale as the answer dawned on him.
“Christmas Shopping” Ron said nervously.
Every year on the same day Kim would drag Ron along to do Christmas shopping. That wasn’t what Ron minded though, he minded that every year he was the one breaking his back carrying all of the gifts Kim purchased.
“Oh man, I gotta jet!” Ron said as he started towards the main hall.
“Ron? Is that you?” A familiar voice said from up the stairs.
Ron stopped in his tracks, she would surely spot him if he went out the front door.
He was cornered.
Ron headed back through the kitchen and ducked into the garage, praying that the door was open.
It wasn’t.
Ron hurried over to the button to open the door and slammed his hand on it, the door started to slowly rise.
“Come on, come on…” Ron said, his eyes kept darting back to the door.
He didn’t have long before she found him.
A figure appeared at the doorway, just as Ron started under the door.
“Ron? Is everything ok?” Mrs. Possible asked from the doorway.
“Not now Dr. P, I have to leave before Kim sees me!” Ron said as he ducked under the door.
He stood in the Possibles driveway, breathing a sigh of relieve after dodging that bullet.
Then something dawned on Ron.
“Wait, If that was Kim’s mom. Then where is Kim?”
Ron was hit by a fast moving mass from his left, sending him into a bank of snow next to the Possibles driveway.
Ron was dazed as he started opening his eyes.
Pinning him to the snow was a very familiar Red headed teen, her green eyes glared at him.
“Trying to bail on Christmas Shopping?” Kim asked.
Ron sighed, his escape failed. But he naturally lied about it.
“What? Pfffff No way Kim, I just um……….forgot my…..uh…..shoelaces is all” Ron said, trying to avoid eye contact.
“Ron, you’re wearing snow boots” Kim said dryly.
Ron finally looked her in the eyes, she caught him.
He smiled his usual goofy smile in hopes that it would work like her puppy dog pout, it didn’t.
“Nice try Ron, now come on. I want to beat the holiday rush” Kim said helping Ron up.
“Aw man, my back is not ready for this” Ron grumbled.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make up for that later” Kim said, nuzzling close to Ron.
“Heh, I know you will Kim. Now let’s get this over with”
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“How’s it going Ron?” Kim asked as they walked out of another store.
“I have to admit it’s not as bad as I thought it would be Kim.” Ron said as he navigated his way out of the store after her.
“Told you it wasn’t as bad as last time” Kim said gleefully.
“Yeah, you were right. Although I wish they didn’t put everything in these big boxes” Ron said.
Indeed all of the gifts did not have to be placed in overly large packages that made it awkward to walk, and even see where you were walking.
Ron peered through the opening in the packages Kim made for him so he could see where he was going.
“How much more do we have Kim?”
“Just one more store and that’s it Ron.” Kim said as she headed over to Club Banana.
“Hey Kim?” Ron asked as they approached Club Banana.
“Yeah Ron?”
“If it’s ok with you, I’d like to sit this one out. Carrying all of these is exhausting.” Ron said as he sat on a bench across from Club Banana.
“Sure thing Ron, I won’t be long” Kim said as she headed into the store.
Ron relaxed on the bench as he watched Kim go into the store, he wanted to put the packages down next to him, but then it would be hard for him to pick them up again.
So he left them in his grip as he watched Kim through the opening in the packages.
Kim wandered from display to display, looking for something that would be perfect for her parents when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
Kim turned to see that the hand belonged to Josh Mankey.
“Hey Kim, shopping for gifts?”
“Oh, yeah. Shopping for gifts” Kim said nervously.
She still didn’t feel comfortable around him, always nervous of how to act.
“So, where is Ron? I don’t see him”
“Oh, he’s outside. You know him, he’s taking a break on the bench outside” Kim said motioning over to the bench in font of Club Banana.
“Since he isn’t around, I want to ask you something”
Kim started to feel uneasy, as if she knew what he was going to ask her.
“What do you see in him? I think you could do a lot better than Stoppable.”
Kim started to fume, she didn’t think Josh was jealous of her being with Ron, after all they drifted apart when they were dating.
“Seriously Kim, I am a much better pick than Stoppable. Want to give it another chance?” Josh said, sounding sleazy.
“No, Josh. I have Ron, now good-bye” Kim said grabbing what she wanted and heading for the register.
Josh soon followed her.
Kim glanced over towards the bench outside, she knew Ron couldn’t hear the conversation, but she desperately wanted him her so Josh would back off.
Ron was watching the entire thing going on in the store, although he couldn’t hear what was being said, he could clearly see that Kim was getting very uncomfortable around Josh.
Ron started to get up off of the bench and headed over to the store, just as Kim came out with Josh close behind.
“Kim come on, you shouldn’t be with that loser Stoppable. You should be with a real man, someone who you deserve” Josh said as he followed Kim to the stairs, walking right past Ron.
Ron stopped dead in his tracks, while he never really liked Josh. He never expected him to be so cold.
“Do Not Call Ron a LOSER!!” Kim shouted at Josh as he stood next to her by the stairs, his face still had that sleazy smile on it.
“Ron is more of a man than you ever will be, and we deserve to be together Josh!” Kim yelled at him.
Ron couldn’t believe how Kim was standing up for not only him, but for their relationship.
“Kim, don’t be a buffoon. Stoppable will never treat you like you should be treated.” Josh continued his attempt to convince Kim.
Ron had heard enough.
No one, gets away with calling his best friend/girlfriend a buffoon.
Ron set the packages down on the floor and strolled over to Kim and Josh.
Kim looked over Josh’s shoulder and saw Ron approaching, she also noticed that he had his serious face on.
Kim let a smile slip onto her face as Ron stood directly behind Josh.
“So, Kim. Finally starting to see that the loser is not right for you?” Josh asked, oblivious that Ron was directly behind him.
Josh then heard knuckles cracking behind him.
He suddenly became overwhelmed with dread, for he knew who was standing behind him.
Slowly, Josh turned around. Only to be greeted by a very angry Ron Stoppable.
“Oh, he-hey Ron. We….ah…we were just um, talking about you” Josh said nervously.
Kim walked around Josh, her arms crossed.
“I heard” Ron said coldly.
Josh knew he was in for it, although he didn’t know what ‘it’ was.
“Now, even though you said some rather mean things that you probably didn’t mean. And because the holidays are approaching, I’m going to let it slide.” Ron said, surprising both Josh and Kim.
“Ron! Didn’t you hear what he called you? What he called us?” Kim said, she couldn’t believe Ron was just going to let it go, she knew he had a passive attitude at times, but didn’t think he was this passive.
“Kim, it is the season.” Ron said, giving Kim a quick glace.
Kim caught Ron’s glance, and even though it was short, Kim knew he was up to something.
“Wow, uh, thank you Ron. And I’m sorry about all those things I said” Josh said, sighing.
“Don’t worry about it Josh.” Ron said, allowing a smirk to appear on his face.
“And since it is the season, I have a little gift for you Josh” Ron said.
Josh started to loosen up, not only did he dodge a bullet that might have been a pummeling by Stoppable, but he was getting a gift out of it.
“Really? A gift for me?” Josh said, getting excited.
Ron just nodded.
“Happy Holidays Josh!”
Ron’s right fist slammed into Josh’s nose, sending him reeling back towards the stairs. Josh lost his footing and tumbled down the stairs, landing in a heap at the bottom.
“NO ONE CALLS MY GIRLFRIEND A BUFFOON!!” Ron screamed down at the injured Josh.
Ron turned back to Kim, rubbing his right hand.
Kim looked at Ron, who hung his head.
“Sorry KP, I just lost my cool”
Kim brought his head up, staring into those big brown eyes of his.
“Ron, it’s ok” Kim said.
Kim was surprised by Ron’s actions, and she should be condoning them. But part of her was glad that Ron had acted how he did, and that Josh was lying in pain at the bottom of the stairs.
“Are you sure Kim?” Ron asked.
“I never knew Josh could be so sleazy, and even though I’m not happy that you hit him. I am happy that he got what he deserved.” Kim said.
Ron became confused.
“Wait, so you are not happy with me hitting Josh, but are happy that I hit him?” Ron asked.
Kim nodded.
“In a weird way that sort of makes sense” Ron said.
Kim brought Ron in close to her and kissed him gently on the lips.
“Of course it makes sense Ron” Kim said smiling.
“Well, is that all the shopping?” Ron asked, motioning towards the bag in Kim’s hand.
“Yep, this is the last of it” Kim said.
“Well, I guess we should get going, we are still stopping into Bueno Nacho after this right?” Ron asked as he hefted the packages off the ground.
“Of course Ron, what would the day be without a trip to Bueno Nacho?”
“Well, it would be a day without Bueno Nacho.” Ron said, smiling.
Kim started giggling,
“Oh Ron, that’s why I love you” Kim said as she wrapped her arm around Ron’s.
“You mean it’s not because of my good looks?” Ron asked raising an eyebrow.
“It’s because you make me who I am Ron, we truly are a team” Kim said, smiling at Ron.
“Well, we are Unstoppable” Ron said.
“That we are Ron that we are” Kim said as they exited the mall.
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Cloud now has some competition, Although I Hope I am not the only one to enter this against Cloud, cause as of now I don’t stand a chance lol.
And FYI, this is 10,588 Characters. Shorter than I expected.
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