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Mother Knows Best	By : sandman-nobody Category: Kim Possible > General Views: 26443 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
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- 6
A/N: Here it is, the last chapter before the climax. Just letting you guys know, I’ve decided to make the epilogue its own chapter due to length issues. Please enjoy the chapter and don’t forget to let me know any thoughts or options if you have the time. Thanks for reading.
Chapter 5
Girl(s): Kim.
Tag(s): Drugging, revealing clothes.
Words: 12,258
The best thing about lunch, Kim decided, was being able to dress back into her clothes. Other than that, the teen couldn’t find it in herself to care about much else.
Head held down, her posture was awkward and stiff. And every few moments she would look up from her plate and stare at her mother always expecting to find some kind of expression. But rather, Ann always remained the same, smiling, happy, even chatting with her despite her resolved silence. It left her… grasping for what the hell had just happened.
Could her mother really… not have known? It seemed like the only explanation that could explain how Ann was so unaffected. But, was that possible? It wasn’t as though Kim had managed to be discreet, she remembered that much. And after waking, the teen had been horrified to look down and discover her sex still beaming a bright heated red, saturated with her own arousal.
It was gross, vulgar, and her mother’s hands had been all over it. It was this realization that almost brought the teens lunch back onto the table.
With all of this facing her, the teen was helpless but to accept the only remain option. Her mother had known. She had known and continued and wasn’t reacting in the slightest. She was just sitting there, eating a salad and babbling on as if she hadn’t just… brought her daughter to climax. It was a slightly disturbing image in Kim’s mind. So, she sat there, shoulder’s hunched and a troubled expression clear on her features.
“Kim, Kim?” Ann spoke up, her sentence cut short at the sight of her tepid daughter. “Kim, are you even listening to me? What’s the matter?”
Silent for a few moments, the teen squirmed awkwardly. “Nothing,” she muttered out. But even to her own ears, Kim had to flinch at just how petulant and teenager she sounded.
“Kim,” Ann reproached. But her daughter did not answer. She tried again but was still met with silence. “Oh Kim, are you still fretting about what happened on the waxing table?” And this, at least, earned a response.
In a quick flick of her neck, Kim looked up to meet her mother’s gaze, genuine surprise on her face. It was the first time she had said a single word about it, the first time she even acknowledged it had happened. Not willing to let the topic die, the teen’s features hardened before she gave a single nod of her head.
Letting out a long drawn out sigh, the mother’s expression became gentle as she put down her fork and laid a hand on top of her daughter’s. This only served to increase the teen’s discomfort as she was forced to look away, fighting the urge to tear her limb away.
“Kim,” the mother began, “you have no reason to be embarrassed about what happened. It was a perfectly natural reaction that you had no way of controlling.” The teen actually had to hold back her look of disbelief.
She thought she was embarrassed? Screw that. She was mortified, disgusted, horrified, and… and… yes, super freaking embarrassed! But even more than all of that, she couldn’t believe how her mother just seemed to accept it. And in a harsh and whispered tone, she told her mother just that.
“Kim,” Ann spoke, stressing the words in way that pleaded to be understood. “I’m a doctor. And I wouldn’t be a very good one if I worked up a fuss at every little bodily fluid I came across, now would I? Besides, it’s not like this was the first time this has happened to a patient.” And at that, the teen could only blink, a startled blush creeping up her cheeks at the implications of those words.
“Oh, honestly Kim,” Ann admonished at seeing the shy expression on her face. Was she really so innocent? “There called pelvic exams. And every doctor’s done them.”
“And women actually…” making a motion with her hands, Kim was too embarrassed to actually say the word.
“Climax,” Ann finished, laughing internally at her daughter’s squeamishness. “Yes, though some more than others. It’s just the bodies reaction to a certain stimulation.”
Seeing her daughter’s dubious look, Ann sighed. “Look,” she forced, righting herself back to her original point. "I’m sorry if I made you uneasy by not saying anything. I thought you be more comfortable that way. The fact of the matter is, you were in pain and I simply wanted to help you. I mean, what other reason could I have?” And grinning at that, Ann’s smile froze the harsh expression on her daughter’s face.
Kim swallowed nervously. She had been so angry before, but looking at her mother now, so earnest, it made her completely forget why. Maybe… maybe she had been overreacting a little. It wasn’t like her mom did what she did on purpose. And she really had been in a lot of pain. Her mom was probably just as uncomfortable by the whole thing as she was.
Kim’s features softened to a look of uncertain guilt. After all, how could she think her mom would ever do anything to hurt her? Ann was great. Kim couldn’t ask for a better mother. Not once could she ever remember her doing anything she didn’t think was best for her. And holding that close to her heart, Kim forced her eyes up to her mom and smiled.
“I-I’m sorry,” the teenager finally forced out. “I didn’t mean to ruin our day.” And seeing her mother smile back, Kim felt hope.
“Oh honey, you didn’t ruin anything! There’s still plenty of fun left to be had. In fact, I think it’s about time we got on to our next stop. I hope you like having your hair done.” And not waiting for her daughter to respond, the mother’s energy never seemed to die as she forced the teen to her feet and dragged her off to their next activity.
Forcing a laugh at her mother’s actions, the teen allowed her mother to lead her off, determined to salvage what was left of their quality time. She loved her mom, after all. And her mom loved her. Which is why, returning her mother’s bright mood, Kim ignored the uneasy emotion stirring in her stomach and forced herself to smile. Because no matter what, above everyone else, she knew she could trust her mother. Which only made the doubt in her heart that much more painful.
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As it turned out, Kim did like having her hair done. Side by side, the mother and daughter began to talk and laugh, all the while duel hair dressers massaged and washed their hair to a fine sheen. The sensation of their fingers against their scalps was toe curling. And the wonderful smelling product they implemented filled the room in a bouquet of fruity and floral scents. By the time their session was over, Kim found herself almost completely back to normal.
“We have to get a bottle of that stuff for home,” the teen grinned as she admire her hair glimmering in the light. And racking her hand through the locks, she couldn’t remember a time her head had felt his soft.
“Okay, okay,” Ann laughed. And nodding to the attendant they were kind enough to wrap it together before handing it to her. “But you might have to fight me for it.” Giving the teen a wink, Kim responded with a small giggle, delighted by her mother’s antics.
Taking another moment to enjoy her reflection in the mirror, the appearance of another attendant walking up to them caught her eye.
“Are you ready for your next activity?” And before the teen could so much as raise an eyebrow in question, Ann thanked her and motioned for her daughter to follow.
Walking beside her mom, it wasn’t long before they turned in to a room housing a single chair sat in front of a large desk and mirror.
“A hair cut?” she questioned her mother. Ann simply nodded before pushing her child towards the seat.
“Kim, it’s part of the package,” she reminded her cheerfully. “Besides, don’t you think it’s about time for a new look? Honestly, you’ve had the same haircut since freshman year.” And putting on a disapproving expression, Ann stared her daughter into submission.
Biting her lip, the teen stared at her reflection in the mirror and found herself begrudgingly giving her mother’s words some thought. It had been awhile since she had tried anything new. Sure, she could wear it in different ways, but that didn’t really make much of a difference. Maybe a small change wouldn’t hurt. Emphasis on small.
In reality, she had been thinking of growing out her hair. Sure, it might be a pain to take care of, but thinking of all the things she would be able to do with it made all the trouble seem less so. But, not willing to fight her mother over it, the teen simply nodded, silently swearing to request nothing more than an inch at most.
With a resigned sigh, Kim made a show of giving in by grabbing one of the nearby magazines and settling into her chair. This seemed to satisfy her mother enough to get her to wait quietly in the corner.
With her nose stuck in one surprisingly interesting article, Kim failed to notice the attended entering the room right away. This gave the mother ample time to intercede, drawing the young woman over to her corner and speak in a whispered tone. By the time Kim looked up to see her coming, the hairdresser was already stood behind her.
Catching the woman in the mirror’s reflection, Kim waited patiently for her to get all her supplies ready, turning back to the article. After all, any sane person would rightfully assume that a hairdresser wouldn’t start without any kind of instruction. And any sane person would be right. Little did she know, in her absent mindedness, Ann had had more than enough time to fill the attendant in on everything her daughter wanted done.
Unfortunately, the teen failed to notice the women pick up a pair of sheers.
Even as Kim felt the woman soak her hair, and even a she felt the stranger brush her hair back into a neat uniform, it wasn’t until the teenager heard the sound of metal slicing hair that she thought to look up, the image of it cut all the way up to her neck meeting her shocked gaze.
“!?” letting out a mixture of shock and confusion, Kim’s noises quickly made the attendant back off in a look of horror. In a rush of garbled apologies, her eyes flashed between mother and daughter clearly imagining she had done something horrible. Thankfully, Ann was quick to calm her, giving her a look of reassurance before moving towards her daughter.
“Kim, relax,” she insisted. But The teen was too preoccupied with her reflection, running her fingers through the space where her hair used to be.
“Mom, my hair!” She stared at Ann as if her mother had some way of fixing the issue. Instead, Ann rolled her eyes, forcing her daughter to look in the mirror.
“Kim,” she spoke pointedly. “I told you, you needed a new look.” And so surprised by her mother’s words, Kim’s expression froze just before transforming into a look of betrayal.
“You told her to do this?” and raising her voice a few octaves, the teen made a point of pointing her finger right at the area of offence.
“Of course,” Ann replied, not an ounce of guilt in her tone. Hearing her mother’s response, Kim found herself actually stumped at what to say. All she could do was blink and stare at where her hair used to be.
“Oh Kim, would you stop being so dramatic? You were the one that told me you wanted me to support your career choice. Well, here you go.” And as if proud of herself, the mother put her hands on her hips, a small pose as she looked at their reflection.
“How is ruining my hair supporting anything?” Kim immediately questioned, her tone mystified and confused. Ann didn’t respond in the slightest, however, and continued to pet her child’s shoulder.
“Kim, how much time do you usually spend on your hair every morning? Thirty, forty-five minutes? You’re not going to have that kind of time once you start training. With hair like this, your mornings will be cut in half.” And despite herself, Kim almost forced herself to see her mother’s way of thinking.
Taking a dry breath, her tone was shaken and unsure. “I-I guess that makes sense.” But even saying that, the pore girl couldn’t seem to make herself believe it.
“Trust me Kim, long hair may be beautiful, but it just isn’t practical. Honestly, it amazes me you haven’t had any problems with it already. I mean, what do you do if someone grabs it? Or, what about if it gets caught in one of those doomsday machines? Or what if it catches on fire!” To any other child, this kind of logic would have been ridiculous. But for Kim, these were all real-life hazards that could actually afflict her.
Opening and closing her mouth, Kim’s eyes were wide as she scrambled for an excuse to keep her beautiful hair. Unfortunately, finding none, the teen knew no matter how much she wanted to argue, her mother had a point.
However, this didn’t make what was about to happen any less painful. The attendant soon moved back into place, and her sheers once again clipped the long hair into a manageable bob.
Settling into a small smile, Ann couldn’t help but enjoy the sight before her. Everything she had just said was a legitimate accident that could very easily occur should her daughter actually become part of a spy agency. She just hadn’t thought to mention to her daughter that she wouldn’t be getting that opportunity. Oh well!
It didn’t matter anyway. This new hair was beneficial for more than just missions. Managing a child was much simpler when you don’t have to worry about them getting a fistful every time you held them, a lesson Ann had to learn the hard way.
Long hair, while beautiful, was for girls. Girls without responsibility or with too much time on their hands. It wasn’t until they cut that hair and they were forced to make sacrifices that they became women. Ann still remember how heart breaking it had been for her when she had been forced to make the decision. This was just another way of preparing Kim for that inevitable fate.
Ann couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Once she had a baby to occupy her time, the loss wouldn’t seem so bad. Kim might even thank her for forcing her to make the transition so early. But in the meantime, Ann was content to simply watch; watch and admire her daughter’s true future unfold.
Staring at the hair fall around her, Kim’s face was an emotionless mask, refusing to show just how much her heart was breaking with each strand that fell away. She was proud of her hair, she loved it. It was one of the things she treasured most; going so far as to go out of her way in missions to protect it from any would-be damaging fire of lasers. But now it was gone. And she had to just sit back and watch as some woman cut it down to half what it had been. Finally, unable to watch any longer, the teen closed her eyes waiting for the ordeal to be over.
After about fifteen minutes of uninterrupted snipping, the attendant announced her completion.
With a deep sigh, Kim gripped the arms of her chair already fearing the worst. The sensation of air on her neck was strange and unfamiliar. It only made the act of opening her eyes that much harder. Unfortunately, no matter what she tried to prepare herself for, the teen could never have anticipated the horrific sight that laid before her.
She… she… she looked just like her mom? And it was at that moment Ann chose to step behind her daughter, only allowing Kim to compare them that much more.
“Oooo,” the mother cooed, delight brightening her expression as she stared at her daughter. “Oh honey, look how beautiful you are.”
Despite the kind words Kim remained how she was, her expression stuck in a muted horror. Ann gave this no mind, however, and continued to fawn over her new look.
“Oh baby, you look so much more mature like this,” she grinned. “Just look how it frames your face.” The older woman ran her hands through the shortened strands. “I think it’s safe to say your new look is much better than before.” But even that wasn’t enough to break the overwhelming haze of unease that fixated her gaze on her reflection. Instead, the teen simply sat there, her mom tittering about like a bird cooing gentle compliments that never once did a thing to calm her. It wasn’t until her mother sighed, taking a moment to compliment her hairdresser on a job well done, that Kim was able to look up, a strange, muted expression of sorrow on her features.
“Mom… can we go home now?” in those six words expressed all that Kim could want. For the day to be over, for her to be home and alone and for her to be able to morn in silence for everything that had happened that day. Unfortunately, just like she feared, her mother simply laughed, disregarding her emotions once again as she condescendingly petted her head.
“Oh sweetie, but the day’s not over!” It was all Kim could do to keep from pulling out what little hair she had left. What else could there be!?
Ann’s expression softened, as if reading her child’s thoughts. She gained a somewhat thoughtful expression.
“Kim,” Ann sighed. “I understand that today might not have gone how you expected. And I know I may have been pushing you out of your comfort zone.” It was all Kim could do to stop from giving her mother a sarcastic snort of disbelief. Ann ignored this poorly concealed expression, her own eyes boring into the girl forcing her to listen. “However,” she pressed. “I just want you to know how proud I am at how mature you’ve been handling it all. I can really see you’re not my little girl anymore. And as much as I know I’ll miss her, I love the young women I’m seeing right now even more.”
Her expression became soft and gentle. Kim found her own melting from its frosty demeanor, unable to face the warmth emanating from her mother’s every pore.
Crossing her arms, Kim fought to stay mad. She hated how her mother could do this, how Ann could take a situation that was totally her fault and completely turn it back on her. It was evil, horrible, completely unfair, and worst of all, completely working. She struggled to keep hold of the last visages of her temper. But Kim found it all slipping away before she could so much as grumble.
With a deflating sigh, the teen found herself looking into her reflection, trying to look past the horror of her new look. In reality, she knew it wasn’t that bad. She didn’t look that much like her mother. And even is she did… who cared? ‘Really, it’s not like mom is ugly or anything. I’ll be lucky if I look half as good as her by the time I’m her age… It’s a compliment.’
Repeating that train of thought, the teen forced herself to get over her own insecurities and be happy that her mom thought so much of her. After all, it’s just hair.
With one more huff, Kim gave up her anger entirely. “Thanks mom,” she finally answered, actually very touched by what her mom had told her. It wasn’t every day a parent acknowledge their child as an adult, after all. And despite herself, Kim actually felt herself endeared to the compliment more than she thought it would. It was often a worry of hers that her parents would forever treat her like a child. So now, hearing her mother talk as she did, the teenager couldn’t help but feel her chest inflate with the compliment.
Seeing her child perk up, Ann’s eyes twinkled with relief. She had avoided the melt down, but now she needed to real her back in.
“Actually,” Ann spoke up. “I’m afraid I have a bit of a confession to make.” And seeing Kim whip her head around to stare at her mother, Ann’s pleasure hummed internally. Of course Kim was suspicious. The way the day has been, she’d be naive not to.
“The spa isn’t the only surprise I have for today,” the mother confessed. And just like she knew would happen, Kim’s eyes went alight with the new information. “I don’t want to give it away completely, but let’s just say I have some very special dinner plans for the evening.”
“Special dinner?” Kim questioned, her interest peeked. “Like… fancy?” And seeing how her daughter sparkled at the thought, Ann couldn’t help but nod her head.
“Fancy enough to need a new dress,” Ann replied happily. “And a makeover if you’re up to it.” And grinning happily to herself, Ann forced a dejected expression on her face. “But, I guess if you’d really rather go home…”
Biting her lip, Kim felt her cheeks warm with excitement. Make-up? Dress shopping? Real food that didn’t come with a grande option? Kim knew she’d been caught.
“I-I guess I can go for a little longer,” the teen conceded, her smile turning bashful. “I mean, how many times have we had the chance to eat at an actual restaurant?”
Grinning right back, Ann helped her from the chair before leading her by the small of her back towards the door. “Oh baby,” she sighed. “It will be life changing.” That was all she could say before her building grin broke free, her one arm holding her daughter close as the last of her planning finally fell through.
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Back in the car with her mother, Kim couldn’t stop the excited smile stretched across her newly painted face. Never one to do overboard when it came to cosmetics, in the hands or professionals Kim had been amazed at what they’d been able to do to her and her mother.
Rich, vibrant red lip stick. A radiant blush that seemed made for her pale complexion. Maschera and eyeliner that transformed her lashes into long and graceful swoops. They’d even given her a puff of perfume before they walked out the door staining her skin a deliciously sweet fragrance that reminded the teenager of candy and flowers.
By the time it was over, and she was able to look herself in the mirror, Kim almost couldn’t believe how much… older she looked. Not in a bad way. But mature. They’d taken an awkward teenager and transformed her into exactly what her mother had called her. A beautiful young woman. And despite herself, Kim couldn’t ignore the pride and confidence she felt radiating from her chest.
As buildings and cars whizzed by, her curiosity only increased. They were in Upperton after all. And everyone knew that this was where the money was. Her mind raced with all the possibilities. Waiters in tuxedoes, wine in crystal glasses, everyone beautifully dressed in their best clothes. Which only turned her attention back to her own wonderful new dress.
Kim still couldn’t believe how her mother had talked her into the thing, glancing down at herself. It was… beautiful. It was! Which was good, considering the price she’d watched flash at check out. A passionate red, the color played off her pale skin and green eyes in a way that made all her best features pop.
If there was one thing she had to complain about though, she had to admit the top was certainly lower than she was comfortable with. Low enough that she’d been sure her mother would have been the first to shoot it down. And maybe part of her had even been hoping for that outcome.
But, of course she didn’t. if anything, her mom seemed even more excited when she’d stepped out of the dressing room. It was super embarrassing, especially with her newly acquired… shapes. She was practically spilling out of the top. one wrong move and she was pretty sure she’d be giving the room one hell of a show.
Despite all of this, Kim would be lying if she said it didn’t also make her feel incredibly beautiful. It only added to the excitement she found in exploring her womanly side. And… there was also the fact that, compared to her mother’s dress… well, let’s just say she realized that things could have been much worse.
This didn’t mean she wasn’t still impressed. Turning to look at her mother, the older woman seemed even more dressed up than Kim. Equally low cut, a black dress wrapped around her mother’s form like silken liquid. The way it hugged her curves, while beautiful, left little to the imagination. She had tried to talk her mom out of it, even more than she had for her own dress. But she wouldn’t be heard. In the end, Kim decided to take comfort that at least any attention they got would be focused on her parent.
Shrugging her shoulders, Kim turned back to the window, pulling the front of her dress back up for what felt like the millionth time.
Kim couldn’t wait to see where they were going. And as time continued to pass and the car showed no sign of slowing, the teenager couldn’t help but question where her mom was actually taking them. One minute, five, ten, and then fifteen. And before she knew it, Kim was watching Upperton disappear behind them.
Kim remained silent, consoling herself that while it may not be Upperton extravagant, her mother had still promised fancy. Unfortunately, this hope only made the appearance of their home rolling by that much more disappointing.
Coming to a full stop, Kim looked at her house and then back to her mom in confusion. She tried not to let her disappointment show. “Do you need to grab something quick, or…?” she let the question hang, hoping her mother would have an answer.
“Nope!” Shutting off the car, she unbuckled her seatbelt before turning her full smile onto her daughter. “This is it!” And before Kim could so much as fake a smile, Ann was out of the car and urging her daughter to follow.
Great, just what she was hoping for. Getting this dressed up just to have dinner with the tweebs. Despite her reservations, Kim did as her mother asked and forced herself from the car. The least she could do is try and make her mother happy. At least there was one good thing about this outcome. She had said she’d wanted to come home…
The walk to the door was a quite one, though one wouldn’t be able to tell by the near tangible energy emanating from the elder Possible. It was like she couldn’t get to the front door fast enough. Kim had to jog just to keep up with her steps not an easy feat considering the shoes currently lifting the heels of her feet a solid four feet from the ground. Finally, reaching the door to their home, Ann stopped to turn to her daughter.
“Kim, I hope you’re ready to see your surprise!” Grinning larger than Kim had ever seen, she was helpless to do anything but shrug her shoulders.
If Kim’s lack of response hampered Ann’s excitement, she didn’t let it show. Instead, like a game show assistant, she turned the knob and stepped away with the door. And on the other side, Kim’s expression actually faltered at the sight of… Ron, a bouquet of red roses in hand.
Just as sharply dressed as the two women, Ann had seen fit to get the young man fitted for a suit of his very own. In the suit now, he looked every part of the dashing lad she had always known he could be. Well, except for the face.
Tense almost beyond recognition, the young man’s smile stretched his face like bad Botox. Even worse was the sweat, literally pouring off his skin in waves that even the high-quality suit couldn’t completely absorbed. As a result, Kim grimaced at the sight of stains marking the spots under his arms, as well as the collar of his neck.
Whatever romance or impression Ron might have made was dashed. Immediately, Kim’s disappointed face turned to that of horror.
No, there was no way. Her mother couldn’t have thought to set her up with Ron, could she? But one glance at her mother’s still excited face was all the teenager needed to understand that, yes, she very well could.
“Kim!” Ron spoke, his voice high and actually painful to Kim’s ears. “T-these are for you!” and suddenly Kim found the bouquet of roses suddenly thrust in her face, the unclipped thorns catching on her cheek. Wincing, Kim’s eyes went wide before returning to her mother, pleading with the woman to not let this happen. But Ann seemed intent on making the situation worse, silently motioning for her take them.
Smiling tightly, Kim sighed as she took the flowers. In her mind, all she could think was how fast she could run in her new heels. Outwardly, she forced herself to meet her best friend’s eyes and say, “thank you?”
The way he kept twitching sent shivers down her spine. ‘God, he’s like a squirrel.’ Kim doubted she had ever seen him so nervous. Even if she knew why. Part of her had really been hoping that she would be able to leave town before anything like this could happen. Though, the other had known it was unavoidable. Whether she knew it or not, her mom had inadvertently forced her hand.
Without warning, Kim watched him stiffly turn around and walk farther into the house. Before she could begin to question it, her mother’s firm hand pushed on the small of her back, forcing her through the threshold into the longest night of her life.
If Kim thought things were bad before, inside the house was something from a horror movie. The entire building was blanketed in a soft light emanating from candles peppered throughout the halls and rooms for a romantic glow. Even worse, Kim looked down to see even more flowers, this time spread across the ground to make a path she was no doubt supposed to follow.
Feeling a surge of panic take her breast, Kim’s eyes were wide as they looked to her mother. “Where are Dad and the tweebs?” she asked, hoping against hope that they might save her. She didn’t even dare tread the irony of what she had been thinking of them in the car.
“Oh, I convinced your father to take the boys on a little overnight camping trip. They shouldn’t be back until tomorrow afternoon.” As if the breaking of her last resort hadn’t been enough, Ann went on to say, “bet your glad I talked you into that waxing now, hmm?” And giving her daughter a small wink, she completely missed the look of horror that her words inspired as she walked on ahead.
Kim was frozen in her spot. Her mother was not only condoning, but encouraging her to have sex with Ron? The poor teenager felt physically ill. Unfortunately, with no other options, she could do little else but continue on the flowery trail before finally stopping at the kitchen.
For a moment, Kim was actually impressed.
Even more than the rest of the house, the Kitchen was aflame with candles and rose petals. Covering all available surfaces, the room had taken on a somewhat pink hue. She could just make out the sound of music being filtered in, soft and classical. And yet none of that compared to the scene created in the center of the room.
The table she had grown up with had seemingly been transformed. Covered with a pure white cloth, dishes of food she knew her mother could not have made littered the available space. Meats and salads, adding in even more candles and a vase holding a single rose and it was a scene any young woman would hope to be in.
“Isn’t it great, Kimmie?” Ann asked, bringing her daughter back to her horrible reality. “And Ronald did it all by himself. You’ve got to love a man that can cook, right?” All Kim could manage was a weak smile that still came off as more of a grimace. It seemed to be enough for her mother, however, as her answering grin could have blinded a lesser man.
“Mother,” Kim spoke, her teeth gritted. “May I please have a word with you?” Without bothering to look back, Kim stole out of the room, her steps hard and echoing.
Ann simply smiled at her daughter’s actions, like that of a petulant child throwing a tantrum. Rather than provoke her further, the mother simply patted Ron on the shoulder before following after her child.
She found Kim in the entryway, arms crossed under her bulbous bosom.
“Mom, what the actual hell?” Kim demanded in a hushed whisper, seething in silent rage. Apparently too silent, because her mother actually seemed to smile wider from her reaction.
“I know!” she answered, nearly bouncing with joy. “Oh, it’s even more beautiful than I imagined. Isn’t it incredible?” She sighed, taking a look at the room like it was actually beautiful, instead of the nightmare Kim had stumbled upon. Kim’s jaw actually dropped in disbelief.
“What!?” her voice threatened to crack under her tone. “No! no its not wonderful. This is awful! Why on earth would you agree to set me up with my best friend?” Because seriously, she was curious how this could be anything but a punishment.
“Oh, Kim!” Like this was just another outburst from a typical teenager. “Listen to yourself. Just get back in there. You know boys don’t like to be kept waiting.” As though Kim actually cared about what Ron thought. As though she actually wanted tonight to happen. No, the red-haired girl had put up with a lot in the last twenty-four hours. But this? No, she was putting her foot down.
“I don’t care if he waits!” she practically hissed, forcing her face into her mother’s and forgetting about the tragically low cut of her dress. Ann’s eyes couldn’t help but glance down, keeping her attention occupied while Kim worked passed her frustrations.
“And I don’t care what he thinks! I don’t want him here. I don’t want to have dinner with him. I just want to go to my room and forget this ever happened. Just listen to me for once, please!” Finally, Ann lost her smile. Kim wanted to cheer at the small victory. But whatever satisfaction she might have found was quickly quashed by the chastising frown that took its place.
“I don’t see why you’re being so difficult. He’s a nice boy! You might not appreciate it but trust me. I thought the same thing about your father. And look how happy we are?” This, as it turned out, was not the right thing to say. As Kim’s eyes widened to near comical proportions, before narrowing in a scathing glare.
“I. Am. Not. Interested,” she spoke slowly, praying for her mother to accept what she was saying. “Ron’s my friend, okay? But I don’t want to date him.” Her nose crinkled as though the very thought disgusted her. But only because it did. “He’s lazy, and skinny, and just gross!” It was Kim’s turn to speak out of turn as Ann’s frown shifted into something sharper. Her eyes turned cold as she lost what little patience she’d been pretending to uphold.
Whatever cheeriness the older woman had been trying to force was suddenly cold and harsh. Kim didn’t notice until she’d already finished, forcing a small jolt to straighten her back. Before she realized what she was doing, she found herself taking a step back. Ann just followed after her, languid and stone faced until Kim felt her back press against the wall.
“I am so disappointed in you.” And what a way to start.
Kim’s eyes widened like she’d been punched in the stomach, that hurt by her mother’s words. But Ann didn’t hesitate and didn’t pause for a single moment and continued on like she’d found her daughter passed out near a dumpster, drug infused needles still lodged in each arm.
“I never thought my own daughter would behave like this. So quick to judge other people. Ronald is a kind young man. He may not be the most handsome, but I thought you were at least open minded enough to try and look past something so trivial.” Wide eyed and panicked, Kim tried to speak up.
“But-!” Ann cut her off before she had the chance.
“Kimberly Ann Possible.” And Kim could only gasp seeing her mom become actually angry. “That boy spent all day putting this together. All so that he could have a nice dinner with you.” And the way she said the word ‘you’ only continued to make Kim feel like a pile of dirt. “And you are going to go in there, thank him, and then you are going to spend the rest of the evening eating dinner until those plates are licked clean. Do I make myself clear?”
By this point, any indignation Kim had been feeling had been stripped away. And what was left made her feel oddly young, quivering under her mom’s firm expression.
“But-.” She stopped short on her own this time, wide eyes begging while she failed to find the words. “But…” Ann’s gaze didn’t waver, effectively pinning her against the wall. Finally, Kim knew that nothing short of a severed limb was getting her out of this. She gave in with a soft whine, pouting like the child she felt she was. “Fine…”
And just like that, Ann’s grin was back, as large and radiant as ever.
“Oh, Kimmie! You won’t regret it.” Except she already did.
“B-But I’m not… sleeping with him!” Her cheeks still burned recalling her mother’s earlier comments and bazar expectations for the evening. Ann just chuckled good naturedly, as though everything had been one big joke. This did little to put Kim’s nerves at ease, even as her mother gently urged her back towards the dining room.
Stepping back into the candle lit space, the blonde-haired boy was still standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, impossibly more sweaty than when the pair had left him not five minutes ago. Upon their reentry, his front snapped in their direction and his twitchy expression homed in on Kim. Just as awkward, she didn’t even bother to try and hide the fact that her mother had pushed her back in his direction. Something close to resignation settled over her as she realized this night was going to happen.
The two teenagers stayed like that for a moment that seemed to stretch into infinity. Neither said anything, Ron through sheer nervousness and Kim by clear disinterest. Finally, Ann felt the need to step in, smoothly gesturing towards her date for the evening.
“He may not have told you this, but I’ve been helping him with his college application,” Ann continued to talk to her daughter. “He’s managed to get into a very good culinary program up in Upperton University. If everything goes well, he should have a very bright future ahead of himself.”
While somewhat surprised by the news, Kim didn’t let any of it show - offering little more than a strained nod of acknowledgement. She was glad he wasn’t going to be homeless after she left, but that was all. He could cook her breakfast, lunch, and dinner. That still wouldn’t make him attractive.
“That’s… nice,” she finally offered, face about as impressed as porridge. Ann must have noticed her train of thought and quickly looked toward the young man in the room before motioning for him to change the subject.
“Ronald, would you like to offer my daughter her seat?” Turning to the young man, Ron looked like he’d been shocked by how high he jumped. Kim was then treated to the sight of her friend scrambling to pull her chair out. Nervously, his eyes turned to her, waiting for her to take it.
By then, Kim knew she wouldn’t be getting any help from her mother. Without so much as glancing in her direction, the teenager solemnly walked forward before lowering herself to the offered chair. A grunt sounded in the otherwise silent room as Ron pushed her in a bit too far, lodging the wood against her mid-section.
“Sorry!” he apologized quickly. Kim offered no words.
Pushing away from the table, the teenager’s eyes rose to watch Ron sit on the other end. With nowhere else to look, Kim found herself forced to watch him squirm. For the first time in her life, Kim actually found herself regretting talking to that weird boy at the playground all those years ago.
“Well, isn’t this nice?” Ann hummed at the two of them. Neither answered. Thankfully, Ann was too excited to let one little detail ruin the night. “I don’t want to get in your guy’s way. But if you need anything, just give me a shout, okay? Okay.” Kim watched her mother leave begrudgingly. No matter how much she might be upset with her, the last thing the teenager wanted was to be alone with the boy in front of her.
To think, their whole day, all the pampering, the waxing, had all been so her mom could try and set her up with Ron. Ugh. Returning her attention to her plate, she stared at the food in disgust.
“Y-You look really beautiful tonight Kim,” Ron stuttered out, forcing the young woman to look at him. His voice was still nervous, but it looked like he’d calmed down enough to keep his tone from screeching in her ear. The redhead took his compliment with a grain of salt, trying to make the best of things.
“Thanks,” she answered. Though, by the burst of excitement that crossed his face, she might as well have just declared her undying love for him.
In contrast, Kim took another look at him still disturbed by the obvious circles of moisture surrounding his arm pits. “You too,” she finally returned, trying not to look at him too much. She did catch him adjusting his tie, something akin to pride actually flashing across his face.
Eager to focus on anything but her date, Kim finally took notice of the meal that Ron had so painstakingly prepared for them that evening. And to her surprise, she couldn’t deny a small spark of excitement seeing a wonderfully prepared stake and potato meal set in front of her. Its red juices and buttered starch glistened in the candle light set between them. He’d even gone so far as to bake a loaf of home-made bread, carefully sliced and set in a basket between them.
Hunger flared to life, forgotten in the horror of discovering the nights festivities. While slightly annoying, she had to admit that Ron’s cooking had always been the exception to their relationship. The one thing he excelled at whereas she… didn’t. And for the first time that night, she figured she might actually get something out of suffering through her mother’s machinations. With careful purpose not to seem too excited, Kim reached for her meal and began to dig in. Knowing that the sooner they were finished, the sooner she could start avoiding the awkward teen for setting this night up in the first place.
And it was good. Better than good, it was heavenly. The meat had been cooked to perfection, better than any steak house she had eaten at. Even melting in her mouth while its rich juices blanketed her tongue. Her veg was just as satisfying, slathered in butter and salt and all the things that made her tongue tingle in appreciation. She was absorbed by her meal almost entirely. Enough that, she’d even forgotten about her date for the evening, still seated across from her. It wasn’t until she was already half way through that she thought to look up, only to flush heatedly.
While she had forgotten about him, Ron had certainly not forgotten about her.
He was silent as a mouse, fork and knife clutched in both hands as he sat across from her as though they were weapons to be brandished. His meal was shockingly hardly touched, at least until Kim recognized where his attention really lay. And following his gaze, she nearly spewed the mouth full of food she had been chewing as she remembered the… daring cut of her dress.
In the car it was all she could do to keep her swollen breasts from spilling free, constantly pulling its hem back into place, only to feel its soft satin slide back down over her sensitive, braless tips. First seeing Ron, and then food, she’d completely forgotten about her modesty. Which had cost her dearly. Glancing down and following his line of sight she was horrified to find an obscene amount of cleavage spilling from her deep red gown setting her skin almost the same shade.
Just another inch and the pale shade of her nipples would be clearly visible. In fact, looking down, Kim could already clearly see them through the fabric twisted and hard from the background stimulation. Kim all but threw her utensils cross the table to wrestle the gown back up on her breasts, but not before sending the gawking teenager the most heated glare of her entire life.
This, this was why she’d wanted to avoid situations like this. This is why she didn’t even bother trying to start a relationship with her best friend. Because she knew, no matter how nice he was, at his core he was still just another boy.
Ron opened his mouth like he was going to say something, only to realize there was no talking his way out of the situation. Instead, he stared at her like a fish, quickly opening and closing his maw until finally snapping it shut. Blushing up to his ears, he slammed his gaze towards the table and quickly started on his meal. As though she would forget about him staring at her breasts.
Kim continued glaring long after he glanced away. In one hand she grasped at the fabric pinning it to her collar if it dared go any lower.
She wanted to change. Into anything so long as it kept that situation from arising. Hell, she would even settle for a bra. But she already knew her mother wouldn’t even think of it. She’d been the one to pick out the dress after all. Knowing the straps of her bra would ruin the effect. Knowing that she would need to talk her daughter out of the unrefined sporty elastic.
Another wave of hot white indignation flared through her, only to be quelled by resignation a few seconds later. Frowning, all the rage in her eyes died as she realized she couldn’t spend however long she was stuck at the table clutching her dress. And as much as it made her want to vomit, there was no getting through the night without Ron getting an eyeful of her swollen chest. Taking a deep breath, she finally let it go. Hating the cool breeze that blew across her exposed flesh and reminding her of just how naked she was.
She turned back to her meal, stabbing and tearing at the cooked meat with renewed irritation. She tried to console herself, muttering that he better enjoy it while it lasts because from this day on it was nothing but turtle necks and sports bras. The thought mollified her, even if she had to let loose another sigh. The deep breath did nothing to disguise her womanly traits. And Ron, cautious, dared another glance before quickly returning to his meal.
As time passed so did the silence between them stretching endlessly and making what was already an uncomfortable meal painfully awkward. To make matters worse, Kim had to watch Ron try and break the silence. The key word being, try.
“Hey, um, kim! How was your day?”
“D-Do you like the roses?”
“That last mission sure was crazy, huh?”
And even, “so, how’s your school work going?” And each time she responded with one-word answers, dry and lack luster.
She knew if she wanted to, she could put in a little more effort. But between feeling her mom rub one out and getting her long red hair chopped to her jaw line, her patience was already all but spent. And Ron’s insistent need to try and turn this into a real date was only further grating on her nerves. To the point that, when he opened his mouth yet again, Kim found herself flinching before he could even utter a single word.
“Kim, ah, how about that weather?” he chuckled weakly, blatantly aware of the fact this was going horribly. Rather than join in on the joke, like he’d clearly been hoping, Kim simply slowly drew her eyes from the plate to pin him against his seat, green eyes on fire and the first time she had voluntarily looked at him in over twenty minutes.
His strained smile quickly died. Replaced by a hurt that had Kim flinching. But she was quickly realizing, that it was inevitable.
She’d worked so hard to keep from hurting him. From the moment she realized he saw her as more than a friend, she’d done everything in her power to avoid a situation where she would need to break his heart. Because, lack of romantic feelings aside, she did care for him. He was her friend, her best friend.
She just always assumed she could avoid it. It’s not like it could last forever, after all. Wither he grew out of it or caught on, there was no denying the fact they had different futures set before them. And after GJ called, she figured she could just slip away quietly. No tears, no awkward hugs, and no conversations like the one she was going to have to have right then.
It was with a heavy sigh that Kim dropped her fork, leaning back into her chair. Her eyes remained fixed on her friend who stared back like a beaten dog - all too aware of what was coming. But with no way to get out of its path. Kim pushed the image from her mind.
“Ron, look, we need to talk,” she sighed, flinching at the foreboding cliché. The blonde-haired young man across from her must have felt the same. In a matter of seconds his cautious expression dropped to an expression of utter disappointment. Kim had to force herself not to look away.
“Okay, so, I just want to start by saying that I appreciate that you care about me enough to set this whole thing up. It… means a lot.” She lied through her teeth. “But, um, I don’t want to lead you on or anything. So, I need you to understand that I like you, just… as a friend.” There it was again. God, as if turning him down wasn’t enough the least she could do was try and make it sound sincere. Right now, she felt like she was ripping off of script from a bad romcom. “you get that, right? I mean...” she faltered, trying for a smile.
Ron stared at her in that same stricken face for what seemed like a life time. Eventually his sadness softened, and his eyes met her own with a surprising amount of intensity. To be perfectly honest, she’d thought he would just take the news and sulk for the rest of the night. Or, hoped, at least.
“I-I get it,” he nodded. But the sudden stubbornness in his face told just how untrue that was. “We’ve been friends for… our entire lives. It’s not fair of me to expect you to change how you feel in one night.” Kim dared to hope that her immature friend might actually surprise her. But, of course, this only made her disappointment that much more acute when he continued, “but, that doesn’t mean forever, right?” His eyes looked at her with so much hope. “I’m sure with a little time you could totally see me like that.”
God, Kim was almost compelled to say yes, just to make it through the night. But this talk was a long time coming and the last thing she needed was to give her mother a new reason to set up another night like this.
“Ron,” she sighed, “no.”
“Look, you’re my best friend, okay? Why would we want to ruin that with something like trying to date?” She tried to reason with him. “It would just make things complicated, you can see that, right? If we tried dating, what would happen if we broke up?”
To her relief, and regret, she watched some of the old pain return as she turned him down for the second time. And yet, desperate in a way only teenage boys seemed to manage, a stiff smile remained plastered across his jaw as he visibly searched for some other avenue to exploit.
“O-Okay,” he stuttered, running a hand nervously through his unkept blonde hair. “But, um, I mean, that just means you care about me! Too much to lose our relationship. That’s… a good thing. Yea, for sure. Haha,” Again he tried to laugh. But it sounded flat and forced even to him. Collecting himself his eyes looked… scared. “We just need some more time.” He looked away, pulling at the knot of his tie. “Just more…”
By this point Kim was pinching her lips in frustration. How could he seriously not understand her by now? Did she really need to just go right out and say it? Closing her eyes, she did her best to repress the anger burning in the core of her chest. But when they opened she couldn’t deny the sharp edge hidden just below the surface. And by the look on Ron’s face, neither could he.
“Ron,” she started, her tone low and slow. “I need you to listen to what I am telling you, alright? Because, I am never going to date you. Ever. Not after some amount of time. Not after anything. I am not interested.” Caught up in the emotion, she continued before she could stop herself. “God, it’s been like three years and I’ve never said anything. You think you would get the hint already.” Glaring, she slumped back into her seat shaking her head in exasperation.
Ron stared at her in silence, clear and honest heart break contorting his normally cheerful expression. What a sight he made all dressed up in front of a candle lit dinner. Suddenly he felt like a child playing dress up. And while he normally embraced his particular brand of immaturity, now it was all he could do to keep from running in humiliation.
She… she’d known? About how he felt about her? All this time? But of course, she did. She was Kim Possible.
He tried to imagine it, all the times he’d thought he’d gotten away with a small glance or longing sigh, only to find out Kim had probably caught each one only to say nothing. Just watching him, even laughing maybe? The thought was enough to make his stomach ache. Clenching his face, he couldn’t help but bring a hand against the churning organ.
With time Kim’s temper cooled, though the teenage girl could hardly say she preferred what was left in its wake. Guilt, thick and dark that made her skin feel slimy and rotten. A guilt that flooded her entire system faster than she could blink.
Looking up, she could see her friend’s broken expression and she HATED it. But he just wouldn’t listen! She had to say it or else he would just keep on chasing after her. Still, just knowing that didn’t make her feel any better. And she struggled to think of something she could say to make up for the pain she’d forced upon a boy she really did care about.
“Look,” but Ron didn’t lift his gaze, staring at his plate like his world had shattered. As if the knife in her gut had to dig just a little deeper. She continued regardless, “don’t… take this too hard, okay? I know it sucks now but pretty soon you’ll find someone else and you’ll forget all about me!” She tried to sound cheerful. Smiling in the hopes that he might join in. But, if anything her words made Ron feel even worse. And his dark eyes reflected that. Her grin slowly dropped.
“Ron, please!” she groaned, rolling her eyes. “Schools almost over and… and soon you’ll have an entire new batch of girls, way more pretty than me by the way, who have no idea about your… um, you.” In her exasperation to throw away her guilt Kim finally spewed, “I-I’ll even help you!” And that, finally, earned Ron’s attention.
“You’ll help me get a girlfriend? At college? Together?” His tone had shifted from the dazed denial from only moments ago, sounding oddly flat as he tried to make sense of what his friend was saying. Kim, however, could only sigh in relief, more focused on her own guilt than Ron’s feelings.
“Yes! Totally. Like I said, you are a great guy! Just not for me. I’m sure as soon as we’re away at college it’ll be way easy to find you someone else, way better than dumb ol’ me. I mean, seriously, what’s so great about me anyway?” she rushed capitalizing on the opportunity to shift his attention. But Ron just kept staring at her, face blank and eyebrows drawn up in disbelief.
“so you mean, when we go to the same college?” He dared her to agree, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Unfortunately, this was yet another challenge Kim couldn’t help but meet, her strained grin flinching ever so slightly before fixing itself back on her face. Ron watched her start to nod her head, a cold sensation starting in his lower belly.
“Duh!” Kim lied with all the finesse of a toddler. “Like I could go anywhere without my BFF.” She couldn’t even look him in the eye any more, staring instead towards her plate while she pushed what was left of her mashed potatoes around with a fork. “We… We have the next four years to worry about stuff like who we’re going to end up with. So, can’t we just forget about this whole stupid date thing?” She shook her head like it was no big deal, like he hadn’t spent the entire day setting up the house just for her. And all the while, Ron just stared at her, finally understanding just how little he meant to his friend.
She was lying to him. Everything she’d just said; every word had just been to shut him up and make the night end. And come spring when it was time for them to go to college, he could see she fully intended to just let him believe they would be together right up until he showed up alone and with no way to contact her. Compared to how much he loved her, loves her, it hurt. It hurt more than anything he’d ever experienced. More than any mission injury. More than any bully. More than camp Wannaweep. And yet, all he could feel was a coldness slipping into his veins that spread and collected where his heart continued to beat. Replacing the warm, beautiful emotion with what could only be described as resignation.
Kim missed all of this, still wincing at her food. Eyes closed, she was half tempted to take the fork in her hand and jab it right into her eye. She was officially the worst kind of person who ever lived. Drakken should take lessons on how to be a real villain from her. And yet, no matter her regret, Kim couldn’t find the strength to take back any of what she said. Choosing instead to tell herself that when the time came for Ron to realize the truth, this was easier. For who, however, she chose to ignore.
Silence reined in the candle lit kitchen while Kim waited for Ron to respond. After what seemed like a life time, she forced her expression to lift, carefully peaking across the table while utterly convinced she would find her friend in some state of tears. And yet, when her blue gaze washed across his brown color, Kim was amazed to find him… smiling?
“Hahaha,” Kim’s eyes widened further as a laugh suddenly bubbled from his chest. Not uproarious mind you, but a casual chuckle one might expect after a somewhat funny joke. Reaching back to scratch his neck, his expression was especially bashful, boyish even as he glanced at Kim from under his lashes. “Ah man, I made things a little awkward there, didn’t I?” Kim didn’t answer, eyes wide as she tried to make sense of the boy’s sudden shift in attitude. Seeing her silence, Ron just nodded, a slow sigh slipping past his lips.
“Kim, look, I’m sorry. I guess with the school year almost finished and the future right around the corner I let myself get a little freaked out. About us, about what would happen once we stopped being kids. I just thought, if we were dating, that it would keep us together somehow, no matter what happened. But, ah, that was pretty stupid wasn’t it?” Again, Kim didn’t answer, but something close to hope did start in her breast. Maybe tonight didn’t have to go to complete hell? She stayed silent just in case, watching Ron fall quite for a few more moments before finally turning back to meet her gaze and say the words she’d hoped more than anything else to hear.
“Hey, can we just forget tonight ever happened?” her expression dropped into unmitigated relief. “Seriously,” he continued, pretending not to see his friend’s sudden joy. “I can’t believe I talked your mom into helping me set this up. I’m so embarrassed.” He gave another chuckle, at himself this time. And finally, Kim rushed to answer.
“No! I mean, yes. Please!” She nearly fell over herself rushing to agree. “Oh my gosh, Ron. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Seriously. This was… sweet,” she winced again, but Ron just smiled at the effort. “But don’t worry. The food was actually really good and how many girls can say any boy went through this much trouble just for them? I know whoever you end up with will be the luckiest girl in the world.” This summoned a different smile; one Kim wasn’t quite sure how to place.
“I’m so glad to hear you say that, Kim,” he answered honestly. To which Kim answered with a reassuring smile. “How about this,” he raised his hands, “how about we just start tonight over? No date, or romance or whatever. Just two friends having a bite to eat. I promise, no more tricks. Remember, I made desert. And I’d hate to see it go to waste.” Kim’s relief stopped short for a moment as she bit back her long sigh.
“That… sounds great Ron.” She didn’t even try to keep the relief from her voice.
And she meant that. She didn’t want to spend however little time they had left together fighting and resentful and irritated. Which is why she was so happy to hear him give up so quickly. Just because she was choosing to leave at the end of the school year didn’t mean she was happy about it. She’d even pushed for GJ to include her friend, not that they’d listened.
In a way, maybe it was even better like this? At least, that’s what Kim tried to tell herself. At least now they were free of the elephant in the room they’d both been walking around for the past year.
Kim slumped in her seat, a sigh of relief lifting her chest at the thought. No more tip toeing around, no more going out of her way to make sure the two of them were never alone for too long, no more guilt over seeing her friend’s feelings and ignoring them. They were free to just hang out as actual friends. And she was looking forward to spending the rest of what little time they had left to make wonderful memories. Hopefully that would be enough to make up for when Ron eventually found himself arriving at college all by himself.
“So, Mr. chef in the making, what do you have planned?” she couldn’t help but ask. Her stomach growling wildly beneath her dress. To think she could still be hungry after everything that happened that day could only be a testament to Ron’s cooking, although her perpetual appetite definitely deserved some credit of its own.
Oddly enough, the young man seemed to hesitate for a moment as he just stared at his friend. Tilting her head, Kim couldn’t quite make out the expression. Regret? Unfortunately, it disappeared as quickly as it had come, playful cockiness resurging back into place. “Mrs. P? I think we’re ready for desert.”
He turned his head ever so slightly, calling towards the kitchen. Kim blinked at her mother’s name, only to blink again when said woman seemed to appear in the next instant, as though she’d been waiting for the call. Further supporting this idea, two plates sat in each of her hands where slices of what appeared to be generous cuts of rich, moist red velvet cake.
Panic blossomed in Kim’s breast and she struggled to avoid looking the older woman in the eye. Had she heard them talk? Her mom was more than aware of her plans to go to GJ. Did she hear her lie to Ron? Or, worse, reject him? Memories of only a bit ago when Ann had chastised her in the hall came to life and Kim could only imagine what her mom would say if she knew how cruel she’d been shutting him down. Daring a glance, however, Kim could only see excitement on her mother’s painted features.
God, she’d been even more excited for tonight than Ron by the looks of it. Would he tell her the bad news? Thankfully, turning a nervous glance in her friend’s direction, he appeared to have read her mind, pushing a finger against his lips to sign silence on his part. Immediate relief filled the young woman, and she made sure to thank him with a smile.
She would tell her mom in the morning that they both decided to stay friends. There was no reason for her to disappoint both of them in the same night. Kim relaxed back into her chair, turning to the plate that had been placed in front of her.
Oh god, it smelled even better than it looked. If someone told her the food had come from a five-star bakery, she wouldn’t have even blinked an eye. Not for the first time, Kim had to admit that this aspect of her friend would definitely draw some attention from the right woman. But for tonight, she was the one getting spoiled.
Picking up her fork, Kim was so busy admiring the cream cheese icing that she didn’t notice her mother walk back into the room until a tall wine glass was suddenly thrust into her vision. This, of course, was nothing compared to the sight of the wine bottle in her own mother’s hands.
Kim didn’t know what to think and didn’t say a word as the older woman went about opening the alcoholic beverage. Popping the cork free, Kim could actually smell the fruity aroma tickle her nostrils. Whatever disbelief that remained was quashed as her mother proceeded to pour the rich red liquid into her new glass, which she then proceeded to repeat for Ron. Kim managed to last until her mom finished before finally giving voice to her confusion.
“Mom?” her tone was cautious, as would any teenager put in the same position. Her parents weren’t exactly the type to over indulge themselves, so it would make sense they were even less inclined to allow their children. To her surprise, it was Ron that answered.
“Kim, don’t worry. This cake is a special recipe. It’s supposed to be eaten with wine. I hope you don’t mind. I asked your mom ahead of time to make sure it was alright.” Kim glanced at the young man, only to watch him chew on a small slice of cake before attempting his first taste of wine. She felt better seeing him hesitate before bringing the drink to his lips. But taking a moment to adjust to the adult flavor, his expression eased to show satisfaction. “It really brings out the flavor.” But Kim immediately looked to her mother for confirmation.
Ann giggled at her daughter’s suspicion. “I trust you aren’t about to start drinking six packs because you had a little bit of wine with desert.” Her long lash winked at the joke. “This is supposed to be a mature dinner between two adults. Which means there’s no harm in an adult beverage.” Leaving the bottle on the table, she gave her daughter a warm grin.
She reached out running her hand through Kim’s short bob of red hair. It was a comforting gesture, and Kim found herself slowly relaxing back into her chair. “You aren’t my little girl anymore. And that means letting you make your own decisions. And consequences.” Of course, Kim didn’t hear the ominous undertone in her mother’s words, far too touched by her mother’s trust. Which only increased her guilt.
“Thanks mom…” she managed, unable to look the older woman in the eye.
God, of course she would talk about trusting Kim right after she went behind the older woman’s back and ruined the night she spent so much time putting together. Did mom’s just have this sixth sense about what to say to make their children feel worse than dirt?
Looking at the wine glass, the thought of alcohol was suddenly much more appealing. A glance towards Ron showed him indulging in a second mouthful, followed by another bite of his cake. The opportunity, stress, and curiously finally culminated into enough pressure for Kim to reach for the offered beverage.
She was naturally cautious, breathing in the smell before allowing the glass to touch her lips. For a moment, she was afraid she might not like the flavor. Only to find the fruity, slightly bitter and tart flavor quite tasty. A second sip quickly followed, drawing much deeper into the pool of red liquor. Suddenly her stomach felt warm and tingly and the stress of the evening seemed just a little bit less.
She looked up to see both Ron and her mother staring intently. Her friend’s face seemed… worried? Maybe she’d drank that a little too fast. But a glance towards her mother showed nothing but the same warm smile she’d ever shown her children. Confusion started to bubble in the back of her mind, but the pleasant buzz she’d thought she’d gotten from her second drink was starting to get stronger.
Her thoughts were slowing down and her vision seemed to blur with the candle lights and bright colors around the room. She swayed left and then right, but her mother caught her shoulder before she could topple to either side. Finally, her weight shifted forward as she was slowly guided to lay her head on the table.
“Wha-,” Kim blinked, suddenly so sleepy. But a soothing, “shhh,” in her ear silence any mumbling. Ann continued petting her daughter’s head, encouraging her to just close her eyes and let it happen. And eventually, Kim’s frantic breath and eyes would calm as she slowly drifted away into a drug induced slumber.
A/N: Okay guys, just one more chapter and then the epilogue (which I’ve decided to make its own chapter due to length issues.) Hopefully you guys enjoyed. Make sure to leave a comment letting me know what you all thought.
Next chapter: October 9th
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