A Midnight Mess

Chapter One

It was 6.00am in the morning and Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable were cuddled up in bed. The strong smell of alcohol on their clothes that were scattered on the dirty, brown carpet.

They had bumped in to each other in a club down town at around 11:03pm. Ron had had his fair share of drinks and was becoming very drunk. Kim had had her mind set on having a fun night out and that meant that she was planning on drinking a lot - And she did! She was equally as drunk as Ron and they were both having a great time.

A song with a dance beat started to play and Kim was grinding and dancing with her friends. They were giggling and definitely getting the attention from several guys, and they were loving it. Ron was dancing alone with a bottle of beer held tightly in his hand. He was trying to sing along to the song but clearly didn't know the lyrics well enough.  

The song changed to a fast and upbeat song and Ron was going crazy, his moves were from the past and he was being clumsy. His drink was spilling a little and he was shouting the lyrics to the song that he actually knew this time.

He was so busy dancing crazily that he didn't realise that he had bumped into several people, one of those people being Kim. She turned to him and poked him, "Hey! Watch where you're going!"

He looked down at her and his eyes opened wide. "You're beautiful." He slurred, completely ignoring the fact that she just poked him.

"Excuse me?" She snorted, her voice was just as slurred as his was.

"I said you are beautiful." he repeated smiling at her.

She seemed to soften and a blush appeared on her face. "T... Thank you." She stuttered in surprise.

"Welcome. Do you want to dance?" he asked, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

Kim turned and looked at her friends who gestured for her to accept the offer. Kim turned back to face Ron and smiled, "Sure."

Ron took her hand and the pair made it to the middle of the dance floor. The music was booming and the atmosphere was wild. Couples grinded on each other and were practically eating each other's faces, and some were simply sat having a drink and talking.

They found themselves having more than one dance and even more drinks. During one dance they found themselves facing each other, inches apart and it happened - they kissed. A slow, passionate kiss that sooon turned into a hurried and lustful one. That kiss wasn't the only one they shared that night either!

Later on that night when the club had died down and things were getting tiring, they had the drunked idea to go to a motel and pay to sleep in a room for that one night. They got to the room, drank some more alcohol that they hid in Kim's bag and then they went to bed. However, sleep was the last thing on their minds and with the influence of alcohol things soon got heated. She was moaning more than an Englishman waiting for the bus and that's a lot!

When the sun rose up at 6:45am Kim and Ron was laid in the same bed, snuggled up together. Ron had his arms draped over Kim's thin waist and Kim had one hand under her head and the other by here side. However, as the sun peered through the broken blinds in the room, her eyes twitched and she slowly woke up. When she came round and was fully awake she realised that this wasn't her home and she was fully naked and panic hit her like a ton of bricks. She gripped her head that was pounding with pain and groaned.

She moved a little and noticed an arm draped over her and the panic increased. She slowly moved and it caused Ron to stir. When she was finally sat up straight, looking at her clothes on the floor he woke up and groaned at the pain that hit his head.

They both sat on either side of the bed with their bare backs almost touching. They both turned around to see each other and surprise was on both of their faces.

"Who the hell are you?" Kim shouted, climbing off of the bed with half of the duvet covering her.

"I’m Ron. Who the hell are you?" Ron replied, getting off the bed and picking up his boxer shorts from the night before.

"I'm Kim. Why are we both here?" Kim asked, scratching her head and looking around.

"I'm not quite sure. Last thing I knew, I was in a night club having fun." Ron replied, looking around the room for the rest of his clothes.

"And I was dancing and drinking with my girls, everything is else is a blur." Kim remembered, looking for her clothes.

"Wait!" Ron suddenly shouted, "I vaguely remember being poked by a girl."

"Oh my god, it was me!" Kim replied, "I sort of remember that!"

Ron sighed, "Then we must've come back and had sex! Oh my God!"

"I'm leaving now!" Kim said, quickly putting on her underwear, clothes and then shoes.

"Wait! We still haven’t figured everything out!" Ron stated, "I didn't have a co-" Kim was gone before he could finish. She got her stuff and had left.

Fortunately, she recognises the location of the motel and only lives a short distance away from it. Ron lived a little further than her, but it wasn't a long walk or bus ride.

Ron paid for the stay and then headed home, thinking about the crazy night and Kim. He knew that he didn't have a condom on him that night and was hoping to God that Kim had had one, or that they bought one before they went to the motel.

"She was pretty, yeah, whatever, but I can't believe we had sex! It's crazy!" Ron talked to himself as he walked home, his hands in his pockets and his hair swaying in the warm, morning breeze. Rufus was at his home because he wasn't up for going with Ron on the night out.

Ron had arrived home at roughly 7:35am and Kim would have already arrived home.

Ron opened the door, stepped inside the porch and slammed the door behind him with his foot. He slung his bag on the floor and whined, "Mom!" He knew she would be awake because she loved getting up early in the morning, it meant that she didn't waste each day.

His mum came running, "What's wrong, Ron?"

"Make me some coffee, please?" Ron asked, holding his head because of the terrible hangover.

"Okay, honey." his mum replied, heading to the kitchen, "So, where have you been all night?"

"I slept at a motel after the night out." he sighed, "Could you bring the coffee up to my room? I don't feel too good."

Ron hurried off up to his room and his mum quickly began to make him some coffee. Ron was desperate to find his bed and when he laid his eyes on it, he quickly went and laid on his bed. As he laid down he heard something crackle in his pocket. He reached in and took the object out, and looked at it with an odd look on his face.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a scrunched up piece of paper. He opened it up and it had

0777 2285492 – Kim xx

"Who the hell…" Ron paused as it just clicked into his brain who it was. “The girl from the motel!”

"She gave me her number?" Ron chuckled, folding the paper up and placing it on his desk.

He laid back on his bed and sighed, “What have I gotten myself into?” He vaguely heard his mum shout something up to him but he couldn’t quite hear. “What, mom?”

"Your coffee is ready!" She shouted, “I’m sure you are more than capable to come down for it.”

He groaned because he had asked her to bring it up to him. He got up and headed downstairs to get it, hopefully it would help his hangover and perhaps wake him up a bit. He was in no mood to catch up on sleep and needed the energy.