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"It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Seeing my family after so many years was like stepping out into the light after being in a cave all alone for your whole life. Your eyes are blinded and your heart constricts with too many emotions to process. Now double that feeling and you'll know what I felt like when I saw my father stand before me.

I remember when I was a little girl looking up at my father whenever he paced the room while on the phone for business or how his eyebrows would furrow and the corner of his eye crinkle in focus as he read a paper. But now, I was a woman, practically looking down at my father who seemed to have grown shorter or I must have grown taller. Looking at him now, he didn't seem like the man I once knew as strong, tall, and scary. Now he looked fragile, old, and not so scary, especially when my mom hurried to him.

"Oh, Anthony! You shouldn't be out of be without help!" my mother scolded, helping down the last couple of steps.

"I'm fine. Don't make me feel older than I already am," he turned his gaze to Kimmie and me. "I see that we have guests already."

Before I could say anything, Kimmie got to her feet and went over to meet my father, hand outstretched.

"Hi, I'm Kim Possible."

He stared at her carefully, as if testing if she could hold his gaze. And after a moment, he shook her hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet the world saving hero," he said in a business tone. "As you may know, I am Anthony Go."

Kimmie nodded once. "Shego's father, yes."

His eyebrows quirked. "Shego?"

I cleared my throat and stepped into his view. His gaze turned to me, and we stared at each other in our uncomfortable silence. I suppose that was to be expected after not showing up for years and ditching the Go team to become a villain.

"Hi dad," I greeted, my voice suddenly hoarse.

He squinted slightly at me as if he couldn't see me. I forced myself to walk over to him by Kimmie, my feet suddenly heavy. And when I stood directly before him, he still didn't respond. He just continued gazing at me as if seeing me for the first time, which was true, just in a long time. I wondered what he would say or do. Would he greet me with open arms? That was unlikely...or would he ignore me like when I was a kid? Most likely....

My mom cleared her throat in attempt to break the tension. "Well, um... Why don't we have dinner!"

Dinner was just as awkward. The only sound at the table were the clinking of the utensils and Hego's chomping. It became harder and harder for me to swallow my food whenever I made eye contact with my dad. I suppose that was to be expected after not seeing him for years, but shouldn't it have been the same way with my mom? Maybe it was because she never gave up on trying to find me and dragging me to the reunion.

"Isn't this a lovely day?" my mom asked.

Nobody said anything. At least we had some sense not to say anything...

"Yeah, Aunt R!" Andrew said with a mouthful of food. I spoke too soon. "We a had a ton o' fun!"

Well, almost everyone had sense.

"So, how long have you and Miss Possible been together?" my dad asked me, acknowledging me for the first time.

I almost choked on my food. I had almost forgotten that we were supposed to be pretend girlfriend and girlfriend and had to bite my tongue from asking him what he meant.

"Um well," I said, trying to come up with something quick. "For about a year."

"Must be hard with the jobs you have," muttered Mego, and I glared at him. He just raised his eyebrows innocently as he stuffed his ugly purple face.

"But how did you guys even start a relationship?" Hego asked with a mouthful of food. "I mean, you guys are total opposites!"

I rested my arm on the back of Kimmie's chair and leaned back a smirk. "Well, you know what they say, 'opposites attract.'"

Kimmie blushed slightly and stuffed her mouth to avoid answering any embarrassing questions. Geez okay, dump the job on me.

"So, Kimmyco, got any sisters?" Andrew asked, and I cast him a glare.

"No actually, I have two younger brothers," she answered.

"Oh cool. How 'bout cous-"

"Shut up, Andy!"

"Chillax hothead! I just wanna know my baby cousin's future wife!"

At that moment, Kimmie started choking on her food. I immediately placed my attention on her, patting her back and my mom jumped up from her seat.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

She nodded her head after she stopped choking and I handed her her water which she gulped down.

"Fine..." she said hoarsely then smiled. "Guess I didn't chew properly."

My mom gave her a concerned look, but I nodded at her and she sat back down and we continued our dinner. After that was finished, my cousins and brothers retired to their rooms while my mom helped my dad into his room. Kimmie had gone to the bathroom and so I wandered around the house.

I came across all of our family pictures that hung on the white walls, and as I continued walking, it showed how much we grew...and grew apart. The comet had changed me and my brothers' lives. I thought we already had enough from our father who expected so much from us, but then, when that comet came crashing down on us - literally - I discovered that he pushed us further and harder.

I thought we already had enough from him when he lectured us about getting good grades in school and studying, but then when we discovered that the comet gave us powers, he made us into the Team Go. What? You thought that Hego created it? Well, it was his idea and he brought it up to dad, and like father like son, they did what they dreamed of. Fame and money. Hego did it for the fame, and I'm sure you guessed that my dad did it for the money.

How else did you think we got the Go Tower? A private jet? But what was surprising was that we still had this house since we were kids. I never knew the reason why dad kept it, knowing he want something like a mansion to flaunt about, but I suppose it was mom who had convinced him. She wanted to keep the memories she was already losing.

I tore my gaze away from the pictures. I didn't want to think of my past. It was just another pain in the neck in my memory that I just wanted to forget. I went out into the backyard for some air to clear my head. The night was cool with a slight breeze once in a while. I inhaled the smell of the city, and saw the large stump of what was left of the tree that had experienced the rainbow colored comet. I sat down and leaned forward, resting my forearms on my thighs as I tried not to remember the day the comet hit.

I heard the backyard door swing open, then shut a second later. Footsteps crushed the grass as they padded toward me.

"Hey."

"Hey there hot stuff," I greeted, and I didn't have to look to know if she was blushing or not. But I still looked at her from the corner of her eye, wanting to see that cute blush of hers. Cute?

"Mind if I sit with you?"

"Sure, just ask my imaginary friend and make sure not to sit on her."

She let out a laugh and sat down beside me on the stump of what was left of the tree. We sat there in silence, just sitting in the summer night with nothing but the sound of distant cars passing by and the breeze gently rustling the leaves of the trees.

My back was growing tired of leaning forward so I sat straight, placing my hands on the stump. But instead of meeting the hard wood, I felt Kimmie's warm, smooth hand. I quickly pulled away, sensing her uncomfortableness.

"My bad," I muttered.

"For what?"

I looked at her, confused. She just smiled and laughed a little.

"Geez, and I thought I was awkward with this 'girlfriend' and 'girlfriend' thing!" she said, putting quotation marks in the air.

Then she surprised me by taking my hand and holding it in her own.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Being your girlfriend, doy!"

I gave her a look for using my word and she just teased me by bumping shoulders with me. She was getting awfully comfortable around me...not that I didn't mind, but I still remembered that we were enemies. But even if that was so...I didn't pull my hand away.

"Okay, honey," I said, smirking.

"Aw, you're adorable, sweetie!" she told me, and much to my shock, she kissed me.

No, sorry folks, not on the lips. Yeah, I was disappointed too. I stared at her. To be honest, I was a little confused at why she did that. I know I shouldn't be since we had given each other playful kisses not too long ago, and that we were pretending to be in a relationship. But the thing was that there was no need to pretend out here when it was just us.

Suddenly she plucked my forehead. "Ow?"

"It's rude to stare, chickadee."

"Hey! The nicknames our my job!" I said, frowning at her.

She just laughed and bumped shoulders with me again. I bumped her back, but this time she poked me in the side. I jumped a bit.

"What the hell?"

She laughed and poked me again, causing me to jump some more. In revenge, I began poking her back, and she yelped every time. I couldn't help but laugh. Then she got me good at one point because the next thing I knew, I was on the ground. Now she was the one laughing.

"Oh ha ha. Now help me up," I said, holding my hand out.

She took it and and pulled, but I stayed firm on the ground.

"C'mon, Pumpkin, I thought you were stronger than that."

She raised an eyebrow at me and pulled harder this time, but instead of pulling me up, I pulled her down. She landed on top of me, all her weight on me, our faces inches apart. She gasped and her eyes stared back at mine.

We were so close to each other that I could see how light her eyes actually were up close, reminding me of the bright green leaves on a growing tree or freshly cut grass on a summer day. I could see her whole face clearly for the first time without having to lay a single hand on her like we always do in our fights. I noticed how her nose was slightly to the right, and that she smelled faintly of strawberries. I noticed that she still had baby hair that stuck out slightly, and I even noticed that she was wearing contacts. Yeah, that's how you know you're really close to someone's face to know that they're wearing contacts.

But what had stuck out the most to me were her lips. Man, I don't even know how to begin on them. They looked so...soft, so pink, so warm. So touchable, so kissable! I saw that she glanced down at my own and was no doubt thinking the same because when she looked back at my eyes, I saw her blushing. She licked her lips that was shiver worthy and stared at my lips again.

I began to raise my hand, intending to place it on her back, but thought about it and placed it back on the ground. I didn't want to force her, no matter how much I wanted to claim those lips. I had to know that she wanted to do this too. I don't know when or how I started thinking like this, but somehow I'm pretty sure that this girl on top of me was the cause. And then, she did something that made my heart skip a beat. Her eye lids began to slowly close, her face...her lips, inching closer to my own. I found myself doing the same, and then...

"Shego! Kim! Where are you?" we heard my mom call from inside the house.

And just like that, her weight disappeared along with the warmth of her soft skin gone. I felt as cold as a dead body; rejected and hurt.

"W-we should go to bed now," she said, and hurried off to the house.