A/N This is a new story I'm working on and although the plot starts off very similar to another story of mine called Through the Years. This will of course be different. The problem is I think I got Ron and Kim together too quickly in that story. So their eventual relationship will take some time. Trust me this story will be a little harder to predict.
(Insert I don't own KP disclaimer here)
Intro to Jimmy Hendrix's Voodoo Child begins to play
"Yo this is Ron"
Song continues
"You know what to do"
Beep
Hey, Ron this is Elizabeth, I think I might have left some stuff over at your place. I was wondering if you could just drop them off at my house… Ok bye.
Wow
Ron thought about the current sitch as he lay in bed. From listening to that call you would have thought Elizabeth was a good friend of his; or at the very least a casual acquaintance, not someone who had just dumped him less than twenty-four hours ago. It took almost a full minute for him to comprehend how cruelly casual that call was. It was as if nothing had happened between them. Either he was already a distant memory or their four-month "relationship" had not registered at all in her brain.
Obviously, she was insane; no sane person would nonchalantly call someone he/she had just cut loose less than a day ago and tell him or her to drop off their stuff at their house.
He sat up on his bed. "I've been dumped by a mad woman." Somehow, it didn't make him feel any better, but it was a great excuse to be depressed.
Oh no this wouldn't just be depression, this would be straight up, full blown angst, the kind of angst that would make Shakespeare cry. He pulled the curtains down on all the windows in the room and turned off the lights.
He headed for the computer and pulled up a playlist of depressing music. You couldn't be miserable without sad music.
Did you listen to the music because you were sad or were you sad because you listened to the music?
Ah who cares, as long as he was miserable that's what was important. Oh yeah this would be a funk to end all funks. He ran through the list of songs
Leave an Open Door by Roger Clyne
Don Henley's The End Of the Innocence
Alanis Morissette's You Oughta Know
Call and Answer by Barenaked Ladies
If You Don't Love Me, Lie To Me by Bon Jovi
How's It Going To Be? By Third Eye Blind
Sweet
A variety of breakup songs on a continuous loop will screw up anyone's day. The only way it could get any more depressing was if it rained.
There was a knock on door.
"Ron, Quarter Life just came in the mail today and I can safely say it's the best game I've ever played."
"Sorry Felix, I'm too busy being angsty and emotional."
"Oh, ok."
Ron plopped down on his bed. He was going to bring himself really down, now was the time to wallow in his insecurities, to analyze ever weakness he had, and boy there were many.
Just as the first song came wafting through his computers small speakers, a blast of loud music came from downstairs.
What the heck?
The music was so loud that it was drowning out his speakers; it was coming from Felix's room, which was directly below his.
"Don't worry, be happy, the land lord say your rent is late. He may have to litigate
Don't worry, be happy"
Ron stamped his foot against the ground. How could anyone be depressed with this sappy song coming through? It was impossible.
"Turn it down," Ron shouted. Of course, Felix turned it up.
Felix was single handedly ruining his day of misery. Ron rushed downstairs and banged on Felix's door.
He opened the door. "Put a smile on your face, don't bring everybody down like this. Don't worry, it will soon past."
"Hey bro."
"Felix," Ron sighed, "please, I'm trying to wallow in sadness."
Felix showed mock surprise. "Really, cuz some chick broke up with you? That's a little cliché, don't you think?"
And there it was, a small piece of wisdom that was so stupid it made perfect sense. Felix was right, it was a bit cliché, and looking at it objectively it took a considerable amount of energy to be miserable.
"Alright," Ron conceded, "hand me a controller."
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Ron lived in a house off campus with three of his friends. Well, Felix was his friend, the rest were roommates he couldn't avoid. Phil Hornby and Richie Alvito; well truthfully they weren't that bad as roommates. In fact all four of them had common interests. They even worked together at a comic book store in town.
The house they lived in was, essentially, livable. Although it did look like it would bowl over at the slightest strong wind, it was at least handicap accessible.
"Geez, I've got to get to class," Ron said, after spending the rest of the morning playing games with Felix. "Where's Phil?"
They entered the kitchen just as Ritchie Alvito sat down at the kitchen table with a bowl of cereal.
"How's it hanging Ritchie?"
Ritchie pushed his glasses up with his finger. "Nothing, just eating breakfast; Special K." Ritchie was a bit chubby and he insisted in eating special K for breakfast. Unfortunately, he usually washed it down with chocolate milk.
"Breakfast? It's two o clock in the afternoon. You were out late again, right?"
Ritchie gave him a what-are-you-going-to-do-shrug. "Sex is the only grown-up thing I know how to do, and nobody's ugly after 3 a.m."
"And yet you've never picked anyone up. What does that say about you Ritch?" Felix laughed.
"Hey Ron," Phil called out as he entered the room. Phil was even skinner than Ron; if girl scouts robbed him, no one would be surprised.
"Good Phil, hurry up, we're late for class."
"Right," Phil agreed. "By the way, I'm sorry about what happened."
"Huh? Sorry about what?"
"Ron," Ritchie started, "that shirt you're wearing is the most god-awful thing I've ever seen."
Phil nervously glanced at Ron. "Uh, the breakup. You and Liz…"
The breakup? It was only yesterday and Felix was the only one he told about it. "How did you know about that?"
"Seriously Ron, I can't be friends with someone who wears a shirt like that."
"The whole school knows about the breakup," Phil said. "People are talking man, people everywhere."
"Are you serious?"
"That shirt is a sin to man and God. It should be hidden away like the ark of the covenant at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark."
"Oh and…" Phil slowly sidled closer to Ron, "….that story about the olive oil and the vacuum, is that true? Because it was, like, wow, I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff."
Ron was taken aback. "The story about what? I'm into what?"
"I swear that shirt is----"
"Shut up about the shirt!" Ron screamed at Ritchie, and then he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry man."
"Don't worry about it, we all go a little mad sometimes."
"Norman Bates Psycho," Felix said quickly.
Ritchie replied with a "bingo."
Ron put his head in his hands. "I can't believe everyone already knows about the breakup."
"Dude," Ritchie said, as he took in a mouthful of cereal, "this is the best thing that could happen to you. Now you've got the sympathetic guy angle working for you."
"What?"
"Think about it dude. All the chicks know you've been dumped, so you use that as an angle. You know you speak quietly, slowly, thoughtfully. Talk a little about Elizabeth and how she broke you're heart, and you'll get so much extra tail."
"You know Ritchie, maybe I'm not looking for 'extra tail'."
Ritchie stood up with a look of disgust on his face. "How many chicks have you been with?"
What? "Two," Ron answered.
"Two?" Ritchie looked around at the others as he shook his head. "Two he says." He pointed at Ron. "You have a Congressional Medal of honor, don't you?"
"Actually I've got three."
"He's got three medals of honors for helping save the world. He won American Starmaker, Naked Mole Rap was the number one single in America for two months, he's been a multimillionaire, and he's been to freaking space. But he's only been with TWO CHICKS! Does anyone else find that insane?"
"Ritch calm down," said Felix.
"No! Millions of guys would sell their souls for those credentials. First he moped around after Kim broke up with him, now this. He's wasting his single status. Frankly, I find his lack of initiative offensive."
He pointed at Ron again. "You sir have offended me."
"Me not getting a lot of chicks offends you?"
"Yes it does! You're wasting your potential man. You could be the big cheese on campus and we could be your entourage. Then there would be tail for everyone. Its win-win baby, win-win."
Ron rolled his eyes. "I don't have time for this. Phil, let's go to class."
Felix and Ritchie watched as they walked out the door. "That should give him something to think about," Ritchie told Felix
"Was that really necessary?" Felix asked.
"I'm doing him a favor as a friend. There should be a turnstile in front of his room with girls waiting in line. He has no idea how attractive he could be… to the opposite sex I mean, and I say that as a very heterosexual male," Richie said quickly.
"Of course," Felix replied.
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The following is a list of issues that have been in the news recently. Identify each issue as related to macroeconomic (MA) or microeconomics (MI) and explain the basis for that answer.
1Welfare reform
2Deregulation of electrical production in Texas
3Replacing the current federal tax system with a flat tax
4The trade deficit
5Texas' property equilization tax reform (Robin Hood)
6The price of oil
7Consumer confidence
8E commerce
9Banking deregulation
10The Euro
11The federal surplus/deficit
Ron stared down at his test and for the first time, he realized that he was a college junior. It had taken around three years but it had finally dawned on him. If things went well, he would be graduating in less than two years. However, he had no clue what he would be doing after that. So far, his master plan was to wake up late, work sometimes, and strike oil.
Goodness, it was rare to see a test so hard it made a person reflect on his own life.
I don't think, therefore I am not.
He looked around the room and saw people scribbling furiously into their test papers. He continued to scan and was relieved to find some of his other classmates, including Phil, staring blankly at their test paper, with looks of self-loathing on their face.
He was relieved; failing was always easier when other people were failing with you
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"'You need someone who will love you completely, not someone who'll love you comfortably.' That's what's Kim told me before our 'mutual' breakup."
"Jeez… that sucks."
Ron sighed. "You sure do have a way with words Phil."
From the bleachers they were sitting on, Phil looked down at the cheerleaders who pranced around the field, practicing their cheers.
Phil's eyes did not miss a beat. "Is there any doubt that Middleton U has the most attractive cheerleaders in these United States?"
"You don't have to tell me twice. I went to high school with most of them, I was the team mascot."
"If it isn't the Ron-man"
Ron turned around to see Monique take a seat below them. "Haven't seen you around here for awhile, so how are you dealing?"
She was obviously talking about the breakup. Ron shrugged. "Looking back on it, I've been through worse."
"Atta boy, don't let these things get you down. Chalk this up as life experience. Now that you've been through a bad relationship, you should be more certain of what you want in the future."
"I don't need to have leprosy to figure out I don't want it."
Phil chuckled. "Listen to Monique, never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway."
Ugh, there is nothing worse than when a person gives you cookie cutter advice they believe to be profound.
"Monique, isn't it great to have a bumper sticker as a friend?"
She laughed. "Bitter much."
"I have a right to be."
Phil turned to Ron. "Ok, so why did you and Kim really break up and stop saying you grew apart."
"If anybody did any growing it was Kim. Ron's been the same for as long as I've known him." Monique chimed in.
Ron would have argued with her but it was too hot.
The thing about their mutual breakup was that if it were up to him, they would still be together. There was no way that he would have initiated the breakup, no matter how bad things got. But he had reluctantly went along with the separation, even though he semi-agreed it would be for the best.
What was funny was that everyone assumed since they had been friends for so long, the transition to dating would be easy. Ha… please, dating changed everything. Every single second since the junior prom, he felt like he was walking on a narrow fence, or maybe a tight rope.
He knew deep down that Kim didn't care about stuff like his lack of money or nice clothes etc, but it still bothered him to no end. He became depressed that he couldn't give her the stuff she wanted. Then, when they got to college and she surrounded herself with successful people, things just got worse. You couldn't blame her, she knew her future was bright. His future on the other hand was about as bright as an eclipse.
There was always that nagging feeling in the back of his head that said he wasn't good enough for her. Sometimes it was even hard for him to understand exactly what she saw in him.
Hey, you spend most of your life believing in the food chain it was hard to stop believing in it.
Call it self-sabotage if you want but the fact is they were now broken up. Kim took morning classes Ron took afternoon classes, so he used the conflict of schedule excuse to avoid her.
"Growing apart, is the best way to explain what happened," he said.
"Please," Monique replied.
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"It means whatever I want it to mean."
Monique and her mind games. She always gave hints that she knew allot more than she should, but she never revealed what she knew, if anything.
"You know what's funny; Elizabeth looks a little like a dark haired version of Kim."
She also enjoyed teasing him with obvious and undeniable truths.
Ron looked away. "Really, I never noticed it."
"Of course you wouldn't. Hey, is that story about the olive oil true?" Monique asked.
"What olive oil story?"
"I've got it," Phil exclaimed. "We'll throw a huge party this weekend." With a look of excitement of his face, Phil rushed off.
"What the hell was that about?"
God, looks like I won't be sleeping this weekend. "That's how he gets, whenever one of us feels down. Phil thinks its time to hold a party. It's kind of mental if you think about it." Ron positioned himself to sit next to Monique. "Hey Mo, you're friend of mine, right?"
"Unfortunately"
"Hypothetically if I ask how Kim's relationship with her boyfriend is going, you wouldn't tell her I asked right?"
"Hypothetically?"
"Yes."
She smiled. "I guess I could keep that piece of info to myself."
"Good, good… nice day today huh?"
"Yep"
"Yeah it's a beautiful day…...by the way how's Kim and Ian's relationship?"
"What don't you ask her?"
Ron looked up to see Kim that Kim and the rest of the cheerleaders had disbanded.
"Hey," Kim said to him, "how are you holding up?"
"It is what it is."
She smiled. "Thanks for that zen moment. That was really profound."
"Hey Stoppable, looks like you're 0 for 2."
Bonnie… he and Bonnie historically have always had communication problems. She didn't know when to shut up.
"If it means anything," she called out as she walked away, "I think Brian is a bigger loser than you."
Brian? Who the hell was Brian?
Kim stared darkly at Bonnie, she had let Brian's name slip on purpose "don't worry about that, Bonnie is just being her usual witchy self."
Brian?
"Haven't seen you in awhile, since last semester actually," Kim said, trying to change the subject.
How can there already be a Brian, we broke up yesterday unless…
"Ron focus."
Ron snapped back to reality. "Oh yeah Kim, sorry"
"Alright, I've got a class," Monique said, "I'll catch you two later." She walked off and left Ron and Kim alone.
"So," she said.
"So," Ron repeated.
"What classes are you taking now?"
"Classes? I could have sworn we were in college."
She smiled and so the ice was broken. Although why there would be any ice between two people who had know each other for almost two decades was a mystery onto itself.
"You know what they say Kim, college is like a woman; you work so hard to get in and nine months later you wish you'd never c---"
"Ok, stop right there, I get it."
"Wait let me finish," he pleaded. "I've waited three months to use that joke, this is the first time I've had the opportunity."
"No, its fine, I get it."
"Please KP… ok; I know it's might sound a little dirty…"
"Ron, no."
"Fine… you're no fun… its really funny though."
"I'm sure it was."
Ron stretched. "I'm coasting through life as usual… what about you?"
"Well, I'm taking twenty credits this semester and I joined Phi Bata Capa, and I'm interning at-----"
As she listed off her current activities, Ron couldn't help but notice how little he had done in three years. Maybe graduating with a C average was not enough to get by in the world… then again; maybe Kim had no idea what being a college student truly meant.
"Oh my god," he interrupted, "do you have time for any fun?"
"Exaggerate much? Yeah, I will admit I'm taking on a little too much this semester but hard work never killed anybody."
"Yes, but did you ever know anyone who rested to death?"
"You're the only person I know who can rationalize procrastination and laziness. Seriously, how are you dealing with this whole Elizabeth thing?"
Ron placed his hand under his chin. "How am I dealing with this, isn't that the question of the day? Well I've thought about alcohol."
"Ron, alcohol doesn't solve any problems."
"True, but you can say the same thing about water too."
They began to walk "Ron, be serious."
"You want to know how I feel, imagine a wake and remove all the festivities."
"So you loved her?"
A man could interpret a million things from a woman's tone of voice. He could spend countless hours wondering if there was any meaning behind her words. But this required too much mental energy and it was much too hot for that.
"I wouldn't say love but I was beginning to get used to the idea of spending a long time with her."
'Hmmm"
"But maybe it's for the best; I did kind of jump into the relationship after… you know." Jumped in was an understatement, he practically attached himself to the first pretty face that smiled at him.
"That is true; it didn't really take you that long to get together with her did it?"
He was getting a vibe here, her tone and her words were open to interpretation. But once again he wasn't up to spending the mental energy.
"When you're a little boy, girls are just other people. You either hang around girls or you don't, it didn't matter, and then all of sudden its like whoa these aren't girls but 'girls'. The second you notice the difference its over, you've been cursed. Then you wake up one morning as a twenty one year old college student, who has just been dumped from the second longest relationship he is ever had and is currently wondering if he'll spend the rest of his life alone… its sad really." Ron paused after his rant. "I really missed yo….talking to you like this; we should start doing this again."
"Oh, so you want to be best friends again, but to do that you'll have to stop avoiding me."
All right, that rather stung.
"I'm sorry about all that----"
"Don't worry about it," she interrupted, "all is forgiven"
"Thanks KP….How about we get something to eat. What do you feel like, its my treat."
She looked surprise. "Your treat huh, that's unusual," she teased. "Hmm… actually, I feel like having a root beer float."
"Root beer float? Alright since we're going back to 1955 maybe I can have a girl bring us one while she roller skates to my old jalopy."
They laughed heartily and continued walking.
Brian?
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"'And you know, the thing about a shark... he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes, like a doll's eyes.'"
"Please Phil that is the easiest one so far. Quint from Jaws played the late great Robert Shaw," said Ritchie. "Something harder please, I beg of you"
Ron sat at the register of the comic book store as he watched Ritchie and Phil argue over something asinine. That's how it was at this store, there weren't many customers so the staff usually just argued amongst themselves about irrelevant topics. Normally, he would be right there with them but his talk with Kim had given him some things to contemplate
It was then that Felix entered the store. He pointed to someone who followed him into the store. "This guy wants to apply for a job."
"Hold on," Ritchie exclaimed, "I'll handle this." He walked over to the new guy. "Excuse me sir, what are your opinions on the first Fearless Ferret movie?"
"I though it was cool," the young man said simply
Ritchie nodded. "Uh-huh… get the hell out."
"What?"
"Sir, we are a professional establishment and we can't have amateurs such as yourself messing up our chemistry."
"Excuse me?"
"Get the hell out!" Ritchie shouted at him until he turned and huffed out of the story.
"What are you doing?" Ron asked, "you can't scare people away like that, we need help in here."
"We don't need his help; any one who has such poor taste in movies does not belong in our circle."
'Oh come on, just because he liked the movie."
"No true comic book fan can express anything positive about that movie. I mean, the Fearless Ferret didn't know how to use the Ferret Blade for Gods sake, its complete insanity."
"Come on you're such a snob, you did the same thing to Guy last week!"
"Guy?" Ritchie said with complete and utter shock. "Guy thinks Bobba Fett is still alive!"
"You know…" Phil started
"Don't start with me Phil," said Ritchie. "I swear I will go ape in here."
Ron threw his hands up in defeat.
"How does freedom feel?" Phil asked.
Ron thought about it "Joe, played by Lawrence Tierney, Reservoir dogs, 1992" Ron replied as headed back to the register.
"Actually that wasn't really a movie quote; good job on that by the way; I was really asking you about your new found single status."
"Oh… It's a change."
"Oh God! Are you still hung up on that?"
Felix rolled his eyes "Here we go. Ritchie, remember your blood pressure."
"You know what you're problem is Stoppable, you believe in love."
Ron looked around the room. "So?"
"There's no such thing as love man, it's an illusion. You've fallen into the trap created by Hollywood, hallmark cards, and Disney cartoons. You need to open your eyes and realize nobody has a 'soul mate', why do you think so many people are divorced. People don't fall in love, they settle dude, they settle."
"Ok I get it."
"Good. Now when this party comes up, you need to stroll up to some chicks and go 'Hey, I'm Ron Stoppable. I'm a B list celebrity, I've been to space, and I'm the best thing that'll ever happen to you.' Ritchie paused. "Hey that's pretty sweet." He pulled out a pen and a notepad. "I'm going to use that in my fanfic."
"You write fan fiction?" Felix asked.
"Yeah, Ron does too, we post ours online."
"Ron, tell me that's not true."
He blushed. "I dabble." Felix groaned.
"I tried it once. I posted ten chapters and got two reviews, and other dudes were getting twenty reviews per letter. I don't know how you do it man, I'm too sensitive for writing."
"Phil you've got to remember, it's not about the reviews, it's about the art!" Ritchie exclaimed.
Felix lowered his head "You guys are complete losers."
"I'm a loser? This from the guy who thought Nightmare on Elm Street 3 was better than NOE 2. Please! Besides, there's nothing wrong with fanfics, especially a little smuff, you know what I'm talking about Ron, Phil?"
"Smuff?
"Smutty Fluff."
"God, it just gets worse and worse."
Ron watched the argument in fascination. In the world of comics, music, movies and fanfiction, you didn't have to worry about politics, school, love, or even your future. If he had it his way, he would work in this store for the rest of his life, laughing it up with his friends.
But of course, this was no way to make a living. Eventually he would have to get a steady career to support someone other than himself, pay taxes, eat food high in fiber and then eventually die. The best he could hope for is if there was someone beautiful crying at his grave.
"Ron!"
He came out of his daze. "Yeah?"
'Top five guitar solos all time"
"Easy; All Along The Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix; Freebird by Allen Collins; Cause We've Ended As Lovers by Jeff Beck; Hotel California by Don Felder; Layla Eric Clapton and Duane Allman; and finally Sweet Child O' Mine by Slash G&R."
"Great list except for one thing. You forgot Comfortably Numb by the great David Gilmour of Pink Floyd!"
"Every time we talk about music you've got to bring up that band."
"Pink Floyd sucks."
'That's it, I'm walking out! I swear to God, I'm walking right out of this store! And I'm never coming back."
"Fine then, just leave"
Ah Good times
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The next day
"Excuse me." Ron said to the man sitting at the end of the aisle, "did I accidentally hit you with my elbow when I got up to go to the bathroom?"
"Yes, yes you did," the man said indignantly.
"Good, I forgot what row I was in, thank you," Ron said as he brushed past the man.
A moment later, he took his seat next to Kim and she handed him some popcorn.
"I can't believe you've got me here watching a chick flick."
"Its not a chick flick, it's a beautiful story about---"
"Chick flick," Ron interrupted.
She took a sip of her soda. "Trust me, you'll like it, there's a pretty steamy scene in this movie."
"I hate sex in movies."
"Really?" she said with disbelief before taking another sip of her soda.
"Yeah, you don't know where to put your popcorn, you drop your candy on the floor, the cushions are too hard, and people start staring…"
It took everything Kim had from doing a spit-take. She swallowed the soda in her mouth. "You almost made me spit coke all over the place," she laughed.
He grinned. "Well the night's still young."
"So I'm guessing you are feeling better today?"
It doesn't really take long to get over a bad relationship. Well, at least he thought it was a good relationship when he was in it; but Kim didn't have to know that.
"I'm doing a little better." He sighed. "The main problem with rejection is that the person doesn't want you at all. If there was any chance that she wanted me back, I'd tell her to 'Piss off' and I'd do it in a British accent."
"Hmm, what if I wanted you back, what would you say then?" She said nonchalantly.
Whaaaaaaaaaatttttttttt?
"I…I…I…I"
The lights in the movie theater dimmed.
"I…I…I…"
"Shhhh," Kim said, "the movie's starting." She turned to the screen.
"I…I…I…"
"Shhhhh," said a couple behind them.
Ron stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth to keep from stammering aloud.
What was that is she playing games with my head? That wasn't fair, coming out with something like that without warning a guy first.
Ron didn't realize he was supposed to be watching a movie until about a half hour in.
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"You're crying," she laughed, as they exited the movie theater.
"I'm not crying," he turned his head so she couldn't see his face, "I got popcorn butter in my eyes."
"You are so crying," she chuckled. "I take it you enjoyed the movie?"
He sniffed. "I did, the ending was a little too happy though."
"What?"
He sighed. "People don't find each other like that, it's too convenient, and it's never really that easy to find someone."
"Don't worry, you'll find the right person for you."
"No one is right for me," he said quickly. "First of all, every woman I approach can immediately see my weaknesses, it's like my faults are written on my face."
"You always did know how to exaggerate."
"Exaggerate much?" He turned and saw a young woman walking towards them. "Excuse me Ms," he ran towards her, "excuse me, what do you think about me?"
She studied his face. "Well you're cute and all, but I'm getting a 'he's directionless' vibe from you."
"Thank you," he said, before letting her go. Ron gave Kim a look as if to say 'see'.
"Ok, point well taken. But Ron, you're a sweet, funny and sensitive guy, any girl would be lucky to have you."
He was tempted to say, 'what about you then?' However, he went the safe route with a joke instead. "You're right, I may not be totally perfect, but most of my parts are pretty good right?"
"Right" She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "You'll be fine, how about we go to Buneo Nacho?"
"K," he said, as he rubbed his cheek.
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Felix's fingers danced across the controller as he lost himself in his new game. Suddenly, through the corner of his eye, he spotted Ron wordlessly entering the room and taking a seat on Felix's bed.
"Nice move," Ron said.
"Yep," Felix agreed.
Ron coughed then he sighed. He looked up at the ceiling, and sighed again.
"You want to talk about something dude?" Felix asked.
"Nah, nah… I just came back from the movies with Kim."
"Have a good time?"
"Yeah, yeah good time"
"Uh huh," Felix paused, "and you still love her right?"
"Oh yeah," Ron lay back on Felix's bed, "never really stopped."
Felix resumed the game. "So what are you going to do?"
"Nothing, that's what I'm going to do, she's seeing someone, and part of me is still angry at her for breaking us up in the first place."
"I thought you said it was mutual breakup."
"Of course it wasn't mutual; I only went along with it because I thought it was what she wanted."
"As your best male friend, I must advise you to discuss your feelings with Kim."
"No, the last time I did that it ended up with us going out for two years, then breaking up, then I stopped talking to her for a few months, and replaced her with a bad relationship. Nah, not going to happen again, I'll be like any normal guy and suppress my feelings. I've got self control."
"You've got about as much self control as two rabbits on a first date."
"Mock me if you must Felix, but I've made up my mind."
"'This will only lead to tears'"
"Bartok the Bat, Anastasia 1997 voiced by the fantastic Hank Azaria".
"Nice," Felix grinned. "You're good."
"Thanks, now hand me a controller. Right now, I'm not too fond of reality."
A/N Alright I'm going to try a low key High Fidelity (great movie, great book) type of romantic comedy thing.
……Who am I kidding I have no idea what I'm doing. But it'll be fun finding out won't it
You know that feeling you have when you get off the first chapter of a new story. Your self-esteem is at its peak and you will feel like you're on top of the world. You know what makes that feeling last? Reviews...Thanks for reading now I'm off to Middlewood.