A/N: Happy V-day. Long, long past couple of weeks. Forgive the errors and the utter nonsense that I've written. I'm running on little sleep and lots of sugar. Coherent thoughts? Yeah, right. I've had too many ideas that I kinda just smooshed into one story so don't take any of it seriously. Oh well. Tell me what you think. Cheers.

The sky poured buckets suddenly and strong winds accompanied the rain. I was on my way to Bonnie's house to give her something I'd written for her.

There I was, like a drowned kitten in the rain. Not a description I'd like to give myself but it's accurate. I fumbled and dropped some of my things as tried to get out of the rain quickly. Cranky mother nature and her hormonal weather patterns.

I ran a couple of blocks and found shelter under the corner bakery and sat on the bench outside. My shoes and socks were drenched and so was the rest of me. The smell of coffee was slightly soothing and I was half tempted to get myself a cup... but I told myself I'd cut on my caffeine so settled on making myself somewhat presentable.

Somebody cleared their throat to catch my attention.

I lift my eyes to find a woman holding an umbrella. She looked at me with those forest green eyes. Her dark hair was in slight disarray and her clothes somewhat damp from the rain. I think she ran a little 'cause she was sort of breathless, her chest heaving in light exertion, short puffs of air escaped her pink lips and... whoa. What was she saying? Focus.

"You dropped these," she explained as I blinked. "They are yours, aren't they?"

The pages were from the notebook I wrote in. She handed me the dripping pages, her hand wet but warm.

"Thanks," was all I could say. Stupid, right? But I felt touched that she bothered to pick them up. After all, to most people, they're just pieces of paper. Soggy pieces of paper at that.

I mentally berate myself for my lack of speech.

She smiled slightly and walked away. I looked dumbly after her as she turned the corner. Not long after that, the rain stopped and I went to Bonnie's and got that promise of date. I almost forgot about the whole thing, really.

Almost.

A week later I was yet to get dressed for a date with Bonnie 'cause I was running around looking for flowers to have delivered to her house. I stupidly left the house without writing down directions to a flower shop. I was beginning to give up until I literally ran into the glass door of a florist's over at the corner of West 2nd and Hart St.

I rubbed my smarting forehead."The glass is too clean," I muttered to myself. I didn't make me feel better, though.

I hear a stifled laugh and my eyes tracked to the counter. It was her.

I colored slightly but picked up my shattered dignity by the door. I'm just glad I didn't break the door itself.

"Are you alright?" she asked, sounding more amused than concerned. I nodded and took a moment to observe her.

"I just need- um," I looked into her eyes and and I got a mental lag. "Um."

"Flowers?" she asked. She handed me a form and told me to fill out my information and Bonnie's.

"Uh, yes," I responded. She looked at me like she was waiting for me to add to my sentence.

"For...?"

"Oh! For a girl," I finally revealed sheepishly, handing her back the papers.

"A relative or a friend?"

"Um, neither." I need to stop stuttering. Get a grip, I told myself, you parents your didn't send you to the best schools to have you talk like a Cro-Magnon. Gah.

"Ah, a date then?" she asked me.

"Yes," I finally breathed out. And then the verbal diarrhea started and I told her all about Bonnie. "I really want to impress this girl and so I've been running around all day to find the right flowers. I'm not really sure what to get but something that's not over the top but enough to let her know that I'm looking forward to our date and all that but she probably already knows that 'cause I've been trying to ask her out for months. I mean, really, she only said yes last week but I'm so glad that she finally did say yes. I need something to express all that and, and..." I took a breath to make up for the ones I missed, "I don't know, what do you recommend?"

She looked at me intently with that smirk on her face that I was starting to feel uncomfortable. She pressed a finger to her lip and looked as if she was deciding something.

"Follow me," she said, walking towards the back of the shop and plucked out a peony.

"Just one?" I asked, expecting a bouquet.

"For you," she muttered, looking away to trim the stem and the extra leaves.

"Oh." What do I say? "Thanks." At least I still have my manners. I'd like a few more IQ points and some extra vocabulary though.

I sucked in a breath when she stepped in my space. Looking into my eyes, she tucked the peony on the front pocket of my cardigan.

"That," she said, "is for entertaining me today." I blushed, feeling embarrassed about the door incident again.

She picked set out a bouquet of striped carnations and arranged them nicely. She walked to the cashier but instead of giving me my total, she picked up the phone on the counter and dialed a number. She spoke quietly into the phone and it was none of my business anyway so I didn't listen. Instead, I looked at the rest of the flowers, my fingers touched the soft petals.

"One of my brother will deliver the flower in a few minutes," she said to me. I nodded.

"How much do I-?"

"It's on me," she said, rearranging the flowers.

"I couldn't – I mean, I didn't even thank you for helping me out the other day. I probably wouldn't have gotten a date with Bonnie today if you haven't picked up those papers," I told her.

"Oh, that," she said.

I couldn't decipher the look on her face and was about to as when my cellphone rang.

"Kimberly Ann Possible, I can't fucking believe you!" ere screamed directly into my eardrums.

"Bonnie, what?"

"You know what? Forget you. I just said yes anyway 'cause Tara blew me off," Bonnie said. "I don't want to see your face again, you bitch." She proceeded to say hurtful things that I'd rather not repeat. I couldn't get a word in.

"Wait!" I said but she ended the call. I tried calling her but she wouldn't answer.

"I guess we're even now," the florist said from behind me. I know she heard the brief phone call.

"What? What do you mean?" I asked.

"I was the reason you got your date, and I'm also the reason why you lost it," she stated.

No words. I had no words to express the disbelief and the anger and the confusion inside of me. But I did want to explode, in fact, I was about to.

"Why?" she said, "Because that girl didn't want you. You said it took months to convince her to go on a date with you? And for what? You were second choice. It took me two meetings with you to realize that you're worth more than that."

"T-that's ridiculous. I don't even know your name and you don't even know me!" I responded

With that, she stuck her hand out, "Kim, I'm Shego... I read your name on the form."

She had that look in her face. Everything was so absurd and all I could only do one thing.

Laugh.

She looked confused for a moment and it made me laugh harder.

She reached out to me but I pulled away.

"You're freakin' insane," I growled out and stomped out the flower shop.

I tried to reach Bonnie as I walked home but she refused my calls. After the hundredth try, she picked up finally.

"Bonnie, I'm really sorry, I don't know what–"

"Kim, it's alright, I got your note saying sorry and the flowers," Bonnie said.

"Flowers?"

"Didn't you send me striped-"

"Carnations," I finished, "Yeah."

"Listen, I gotta go," Bonnie said, "I'm sorry for what I've said. The florist told me how bad you felt about it."

"Bonnie, the florist-"

"I really have to go. Tara came by saying she finally wants to commit and I have to get back to her," Bonnie gushed, "No hard feelings, okay? Bye." The phone clicked before I could even respond.

I stared at my phone dejectedly. This is all unfolding like a badly written fanfic.

I finally walk back home. Taking the longest way possible to work off my frustration. Crazy florists! You think they're so nice but they're secretly psycho stalkers. Why does this happen to me? Was I like, evil as kid and it's all coming back as karma? Okay, so maybe there as that one time I bit that kid in the play ground but that as 'cause he was making fun of my hair. And that one time I threw sand at this other kid's eye but that was... Shit.

Maybe this was karma.

She was standing there on my porch with a bouquet of weird looking flowers.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Your address was on the form," she told me.

"This is harassment," I said. I didn't step any closer. At least, out here there are witnesses.

"Tell me you aren't the least bit attracted to me and I'll leave," she said.

"You're insane!"

"You've already said that," she said. "Tell me you don't like me and I'll leave."

I bit my lip. "Just leave."

There is that smirk again and the way she's looking at me. It's a bit unnerving.

"What are the flowers for?" I asked, looking away.

"Cranberry. Cure for heartache," Shego smiled to herself.

I looked up quickly.

"For you," she added, holding her hand out to give them to me.

"This is ridiculous," I told her, taking them.

"You already said that," she reminded me, amused.

I frowned.

"Come on, what have you got to lose?"

"The love of my life," I muttered bitterly.

"Bullshit," she said so much conviction. "That girl dropped you on less than a breath."

"Well, if you hadn't interfered-"

"It would have just postponed the inevitable," she said evenly.

"You're a psycho!"

"Perhaps," she easily conceded.

"That's all you're gonna say?" I asked incredulously.

"Will you go out with me?"

"W-what?"

"At the very least you'd have a date tonight," she reasoned.

"But, with you? Are you that delusional that you keep forgetting that you ruined my plans!" I yelled.

She shrugged. "The best laid plans..."

I closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing. Deep even breaths. In and out and- I felt her lips on mine.

I opened my eyes as she pulled away. I almost slapped her. In fact, I don't know why I didn't.

For the first time, she looked away and turned to go. "I'm sorry," she whispered almost inaudibly.

I touched her arm.

"I need to think," I breathed.

She lifted her head. Forest green pupils found mine... and the hopeful look in her eyes gave me my answer.