6 Months

The End?

The steps to the second floor were cold. That part of the penthouse was hardly used. Shego would downsize if she didn't love the view so much. She was grateful that she was excellent in stocks, that's how she was able to afford this place and luckily she already had quite a bit of savings saved back when she quit her job.
She reached the top step and sighed heavily. Kim's door was a few steps away. Shego had noticed that it wasn't even entirely shut. She rolled her eyes at this. If Kim was really upset, the door would be shut and locked. For a 21 year old it seemed the redhead loved childish games. Not that this necessarily was a game but Kim knew all too well that Shego would come to apologize. The girl was something else, that was for sure. She had a temper, just like Shego herself, but she controlled it more. Manipulated it. Changed it into something spiteful and almost sinister. And Shego thought she was the villain. Kim was no doubt one of the most caring, giving, and sweetest people you knew. But she could be devious. A minx. This was the side only Shego got to see. She got to see all the parts of Kim. The good and the bad, and for the most part, Shego adored the bad parts of Kim.

She approached the door, pushing lightly on it to open it. It opened fully. Shego observed the room. It's dimly lit by the lamp on the bedside table and Kim is lying, almost posed, facing away from the door. Shego's mouth curved upwards at the sight of her lover. She knew she wasn't sleeping, nor trying to. The older woman stepped inside, strutting almost cat like. She looks around the room once more. There is a layer of dust on most of the furniture due to lack of use. There is a photo of Kim and her friends on the dresser and Shego picks it up, wiping the dust off. It was an older photo. Kim was probably 16 in it. She looked so different now. She had grown out of her cute baby face, her features more defined. Less cute, more beautiful. Shego laughed to herself. How messed up was she that she'd try to blast that face off over 100 times? She admitted that she was jealous, even offended, that there was someone so young that could go toe to toe with her and would possibly surpass her the older she got. How ironic she found it to be the very same thing she loved about Kim.

"What's so funny?" Kim asked. It seemed to pull Shego out of her memories and she looked up at the girl who was now turned towards her.

"I was just thinking about how much I used to hate you." She sat the pictures back down on the dresser. "Well, hate is a strong word. More like I was jealous of you."

Kim rolled her eyes, "Please. Like you could be jealous of me. That doesn't even make sense." Kim raised an eyebrow. "You did hate me. At some points anyways. I annoyed you to no end."

"Yes, you were quite annoying." Shego watched Kim scowl at her agreement. She held back a smile.

"Probably still am." Kim turned back over. "Being a mess and all."

Shego rolled her eyes again. "Pumpkin, I'm sorry. You know that's not what I meant. Can you please just come to bed and we not fight the night before you leave?"

"You said Betty had gotten you into this mess. You do realize that I'm apart of this too?"

Shego came to stand at the foot of the bed. She could see Kim trying to hide her face. "I know... I           mis-worded that. And I'm sorry I snapped at you. I know you were just trying to help. I'm just so frustrated."

"Then talk to me so we can figure something out together." Kim sat up to look at the dark haired figure standing over her. "I wanna be here for you."

Shego melted at the look the girl was giving her. Why did having feelings have to be so frustrating? She liked it better when she could just be angry all the time. Angry and sarcastic. One feeling. One tone. So easy. It was just too much right now. Everything she felt. She was gonna snap. "Gahh! Why do you have to be so... you!" She clutched at her hair as if she was going to pull it out.