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*FANFIC* Kim Possible: Hair Woes*FANFIC*
Disclaimer: Kim Possible isn't mine. Sadly. She belongs to Disney. I don't own The New Ron, but I do own this story. Happy Reading. He's calling himself, "The New Ron?" I always can tell when Ron's gone psycho on me; he talks about himself in the third person. The hair sure has gotten to him, that's for sure. I should have never had made him cut his hair. I like Ron with his shaggy blonde hair that I can run my hand through. His hair is one of those trademark things about him. Like his freckles or his fear of monkeys or his ability to be there for me when I need him. But then again, I know what is best for him, even if he does not. Considering he's been my best friend, since I was four and I've been watching his back for the last eleven, twelve years. Especially when he needs me. Ron would be lost without me watching his back, and he knows it. Without me, Ron would have probably have lost his head on his shoulders by now, you know what I mean. Of course, I had no freaking idea what I was in for when I had Francois come in from France and give Ron a haircut. And adding hair gel to his hair too. His hair went from tired and shaggy to renewed and stiff with lots of hair gel. It looked really good, yes. I have to admit that. Frenchmen hairstylists cannot go wrong, that is for sure. Then, as soon as the senior women of the school saw him and liked his hair, he went from easygoing devil may care Ron to obsessed with himself annoying Ron. Of course, then there was that gosh darned cowlick of his causing us to take a field trip to Francois Haute D'Style in Paris, France, where he gave Ron tips to get new outfits. I was already tweaked by Ron. I mean, hair care products for pete's sake. I hate that they've become like the bloody center of the universe. I don't even use hair care products! And look at my hair. I should tell this to Ron... I mean, I just use Suave and V05 shampoo and conditioner and maybe some silk treatments in my hair, but that's it. And look at my hair... Then beautiful Paree had to blackout, in which we then head over to this area of the Bay of Biscay in Spain. And we jump this fence that looked like it belonged in Berlin during the Cold War. So we met this guy in his fifties and his son who seemed to be about 20 or so, and he was the cause of it. A lightbulb... the size of Ron's ego! It was just that big... And as I was giving Senor Senior, Sr. a lecture on eco awareness. What can I say? It's all part of my job/hobby. Not only am I saving the world from way evil villains but I am saving the world from extinction. And then Ron starts talking. Bad idea. Believe me, if I knew better I could have KO'd him. He started to go off on how the house looks like a lair, the doors go whoosh, how it is not on any map. And of course, then he went off on how they could throw in missiles, piranhas, lasers, and spinning tops of doom. Of course, no one ever listens to me when I tell them to ignore Ron. It'll probably be my outdoing... At dinner, I was somewhat out of it, probably because of Ron. I excused myself, went up to my bedroom, and I called him and paged him. He could not be reached. It was upsetting because I wanted to get out the kinks in our sitch squared way. Sigh. So, my dad comes into my room, and he tells me this story about a rat named Pinky Joe. Oy vey. If genetics and history repeat, then I am screwed. Mom was much better about it. I mean, just an "I told you so." Then the next day... I'm looking though my locker, and Ron comes up to me , and is like, "What's up." I look up and I see him and it's like... whoa. I saw my worst nightmares confirmed. He lost it. Pleather and a turtleneck. I don't ever want to see those two things again. Well, maybe the turtleneck, but another turtleneck, but... For pete's sake. Ron totally changed. He looks nice, sure, but, it is the whole Pinky Joe thing and guess what? He left Rufus on the floor. I cannot believe he would just forget about the two persons who care about him most-- me and Rufus. The End. |
