Mighty Morphin Power Rangers by Heather Ray (reading e books .TXT) 📕

How can I say this enough? Thank you to everyone that has kept up with all my books! You all are awesome! When I started adapting my fanfiction to these books, I was just doing it in order to introduce the Power Rangers to a new generation and to also help reluctant young readers to find a new love for reading. But I have found out that with each new book there is resounding success! Thank you all so much!

The Power Rangers belong to Saban Entertainment. This fic is devoted to a very unlikely romantic pairing: Kimberly and Skull. Any fan of the early days of PR would remember how obvious it was that Skull liked the Pink Ranger, and so I thought I'd offer tribute to this unrealized romance. The song "There She Goes"

is from the LA's, and the story takes place the February before the Rita Repulsa attacked Earth.

There she goes
There she goes again
Racing through my brain
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains

There she goes..

The realization was accompanied by a soft sigh of appreciation, as a pair of admiring eyes followed her every move. Smooth locks of caramel brown hair, just kissing at her shoulders, obediently kept in perfect order as they swayed with ever graceful step that she took. The top portion of her hair was styled in a ponytail, tied with a pink band high atop her head. It swayed faster than the hair allowed to hang freely, creating an interesting pace of energetic motion. Full bangs sat at the top of her head, hanging in soft strands over her forehead, but not casting a shadow over her eyes.

Perfect, soft brown eyes, with just a hint of gray near the pupils. They twinkled with excitement at just about all hours of the day, apparently for no reason at all. The windows into her very soul, which was just as bright and captivating as the portals.

While the eyes were his favorite feature, the rest of her was certainly no disappointment. A small, slightly upturned nose denoted her perky personality, and her full lips were, as always, moving frantically with animated conversation. This time, she was discussing something with her best friend Trini Kwan, yet their conversation was out of his earshot. As always, those lips were a bold shade of pink, accentuating the soft, vibrant quality he knew they possessed.

Well, he didn't know

this based on any a priori experience. No... he'd never come close enough, nor have the opportunity to ever touch those rose-petal lips.

She was unreachable. She might as well have been a goddess, or him some sort of troll. She was the most popular girl in school, co-captain of the cheerleading squad, and co-founder of the Green Earth Club with Trini. She was intelligent, although not bookish, and incredibly charming. She was gorgeous, funny, sweet, friendly, graceful, athletic, and talented.

But, what was he? He was nothing. Average at anything physical, sub-average on most things academic.

He wasn't dumb... his low grades were a result mostly from his distaste with many subjects in school, coupled with peer pressure to be a comedian. He wasn't particularly cruel in nature either. It was 'Skull'

that was rude, obnoxious, rebellious, and tormenting. Eugene was gentle, shy, sensitive, and very fragile and self-conscious.

Kimberly didn't know Eugene. That's one reason why he was Skull. She would notice Skull. Of course, she wouldn't date him; girls like her date quarterbacks or class presidents. But at least Skull would exist in her mind.

She hated Skull. Skull always harassed her, boldly leaning against her locker every morning as she came in, and asking her out for the weekend. And every time, she declined profusely.

But, at least she would speak to him.

It was certainly pathetic... but what other recourse did he have? He had to choose between Kim's hatred and Kim's indifference. And it's a well-known fact that there's a fine line between love and hate.

It was as close as he'd ever get... but it was worth it, in his opinion.

He quickly insured that his spiked hair was arranged perfectly, and popped a wad of Bubble Yum into his mouth before shutting his locker closed, and slinking towards Kim's.

"...and then he winked at me and did that cute, confident grin... and then he asked me to the Valentine Ball!"

Trini smiled, pulling a notebook from her backpack and neatly placing it in her locker. "So... this is George?"

Kim rolled her eyes, exhaling slowly. "No, George and I just didn't have any chemistry. I'm talking about Donnie Fitzgerald!"

Trini frowned slightly, turning from her locker to gaze at her best friend worriedly. "You mean the same Donald Fitzgerald that's the team captain of the varsity basketball team?"

Kim nodded proudly.

"Kim, he's a senior

! Doesn't that sound weird to you?"

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Nope. He's cute, he's got his own car, and he's popular! He even has a full scholarship to North Carolina! He's one of the best power forwards in the state!"

Trini sighed, her frown remaining fixed upon her porcelain face. "I don't know, Kim... you should be careful with Donnie."

She grinned, puffing out her chest proudly. "Hey, don't forget both you and Jase have been showing me self-defense! I can take care of myself."

Trini nodded in consent, closing her locker and hefting her back onto one shoulder. "Well, I've gotta get to the newspaper office before I go to homeroom. See you later!"

"Take care!" Kim called, waving at her friend. She then turned around, and began walking toward her own locker.

She groaned audibly when she spied Skull leaning against her locker nonchalantly. They made eye contact, and he winked at her. Her eyes narrowed.

"Could I please

get into my locker?" she growled, her hands on her hips as she stopped right in front of him. He gazed down into her flawless face, gnawing on his gum loudly.

"What'll ya give me?" he inquired, shrugging his eyebrows flirtatiously.

"If you don't

move, I'll give you a broken nose!"

Skull then released his trademark, nasal giggle as he slid across two lockers, giving the sparkplug enough room to get into her locker. She threw him snarling smile before she turned her attention to her belongings. She quickly peeled off her light jacket, revealing a shape-hugging tie-dyed T-shirt. She then grabbed her wooden brush, which had a permanent home in her locker, and carefully adjusted her bangs with the help of the small mirror magnetically attacked to the inside of the locker door.

Skull watched her through the corner of his eye, while sometimes glancing away in case she'd raise her eyes. Still, he loved watching her painstakingly arrange her hair, or reapply her lipstick during the day.

It was as if she were trying to make herself supercede perfection itself.

Every morning they went through this routine. Every morning, he'd await her at her locker, and they'd trade a little banter before class. Often she'd throw a threat at him, but he knew she'd never see it through. If she really wanted to hurt him, all she had to do was ask either Zack or Jason, her two "big brothers," to kindly warn him to keep his distance.

While she usually had no tolerance for Bulk and Skull during the day, the early morning rendezvous with Skull apparently wasn't that awful for her. If it were... Jason surely would've waited at her locker to scare the young punk away.

"So, Babe, I'll pick you up at seven tomorrow night for the Ball..."

"No you won't," she interrupted, her eyes still fixed on her own reflection as she gently secured a butterfly barrette just above each ear, "Not that I'd ever want to see you outside of a classroom setting, but I happen to be going with Donnie Fitzgerald."

"I guess that means you do

like seeing me -- wait... Donnie Fitzgerald?

"

"That's what I said," she stated, fishing through her locker for a textbook.

Skull frowned slightly, and pushed off the locker he was leaning against. He stood behind Kim, worry in his eyes.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

Kim blinked at the serious tone his goofish voice had taken, but she continued her search. "Like I care what you think."