My name is Kim Possible, I'm just your average crime fighting, cheerleading, save the world teen. With the help of my friend Ron Stoppable, we keep crime off the streets.
It's so not the drama.
((Independent Kim Possible RP Account. No artwork or icons belong to me unless otherwise stated.))
|Are you still around?|
”So… what’s the sitch?”
"They hack my computer, hack my homework submission websites, hack into my homework and change it all, then they submit the homework. So when I go into class I have an angry teacher, and grades that suffer. My teachers understand what I’m going through, but I need to be more careful now. I will be on tumblr after school somedays and during the weekends. I am in many advanced classes this year, and they are already piling work onto me. But please still ask me questions! I love logging on and seeing that I have something in my inbox. Well, now that I’m on, what’s the sitch?”
"I had to sneak on to tell you that I won’t be on until afternoon time tomorrow. My latest mission ran late and I didn’t get to finish my homework. So I am catching up on work. I’ll see you all tomorrow."
“Yeah! Um, spankin’. Right. I mean, it’s still like a date. On the calendar. That kind of date. Not a you-and-me-together, ‘couple’ date. So, theatre at 7:00 - gotcha!”
It didn’t take long for Ron to snap right back to normalcy. So they’d had an awkweird moment, but what friends hadn’t? Everything was just as a-okay as always. Besides, there were more important things to worry about, like the glory of Bueno Nacho and a good action flick. If he was excited, it definitely wasn’t at the thought of time alone with Kim - hanging with KP was too normal to get worked up about.
“AND they’re calling this installment the best in the series! 20% more brick-on-brick smackdown! Booyah, baby, I am so totally stoked!” He fist-pumped, then reached down to give Rufus - who’d poked his head out of Ron’s pocket the moment he started celebrating - a high-five.
"Great! Well, I gotta get back home and tell my parents." Kim waved to Ron before turning around and walking away. That had not just happened; it was just a slip of the tongue. She didn’t mean to say ‘date’ but that wasn’t what was bugging her. The way she felt so embarrassed afterwards— it wasn’t normal.
"What is bothering me so much about this?" Kim mumbled to herself as she gripped her arms. Maybe once she gets home that little mess up will have stopped bugging her. If she is lucky, then the Tweebs will be playing video games and not trying to ruin her life. She just wanted to lie down on her bed and clear her head. Is that so much to ask for?
|Have you ever killed a person you did it with?|
"I don’t understand your question. Did I ever kill a person I did what with?”
|Do you like-like Ron. Like, a crush?|
"I- Er- Well…" She covered her mouth with both of her hands as she tried not to blurt out the truth.
|magic anon: for one hour (from the time you read this) you can only tell the truth|
"That doesn’t sound so hard, I mean how bad can telling the truth for an hour possibly be?"
“Yeah, well…good. After all, who needs stanky-Manky when you got the Ron-man?” It took a second to process, but when he realized just how weird that’d sounded, he hurried to correct himself. Didn’t want Kim getting any ideas about his intentions. The intentions that were in no way dating-related. Nope, not at all.
“Anyway. Movie. Right.” Ron pulled himself out of ‘panic’ mode, focusing in on potential hang-out time with Kim, his best friend for whom he felt only buddy-buddy feelings.
“So, what’re you up for? There’s a new Bricks of Fury playing!” he asked, trying to keep the awkwardness he was feeling out of his voice. “Snackage before or after?”
"Sounds good to me! The Bricks of Fury franchise never stops amazing me how many different stories they can make; I mean, really, will it ever end?" She laughed, trying to make the awkward mood go away. This is the normal routine for them. It was just like every other movie they went too.
"I would say we get Bueno Nacho after the movie and get some popcorn for during the movie. You know how you always love to rant about the things that bothered you about the movie over a Naco." She swung the strap of her bag over her shoulder. She had to be home earlier than normal to babysit for a bit.
"Meet me in front of the theater at 7! It’s a date!" Her eyes widened as the word ‘date’ slipped from her mouth. She sputtered for a few minutes before correcting herself, "I meant to say… it’ll be spankin’?"