I can do anything.

Kim walked into the room swiftly, and sat down on the bench with him. After a few moments she started to play, Fur Elise. 

“My cousin is into Sarah Dessen, I think. I’ve never had a taste for her myself, prefer the classics,” Ben said with a smile. His mind wandered once again into thoughts of his own past, but he quelled them with a mental shake of the head, happy to not actually have done it out in the real world.

"Sarah Dessen is great. She explains everything so well. I've never been a fan of the classics, so long and too boring." Kim's attention span for those sorts of things was practically non-existent after the life she had lead. The old Kim didn't have time to properly read them, ever. Saving the world never left time for classic novels. The redhead tuned back into their conversation, noticing a far off expression on his face for just a moment. Before she could stop herself, she blurted, "What were you thinking about?"

With a bitter taste in his mouth, he smiled at her lightly again, holding up his copy of The Great Gatsby. “I often do things here that are uncommon, like breathe without the help of fourteen drugs,” he said with a laugh, hoping he wasn’t offensive. “I’m reading The Great Gatsby again, for probably the sixteenth time. My favorite book, it is,” he told her, shrugging. “What’s your favorite book, Kim?” he asked, hoping to keep a decent conversation going with the girl.

Kim laughed at his comment putting a hand over her mouth. She nodded and agreed, "That is pretty uncommon, and the best joke I've heard in a super duper long time."For the first time in a while, Kim was being sincere. The redhead wasn't just going through the motions, saying what they (her doctors and the world) wanted her to say, there was feeling behind her words. Her green eyes lit up a bit, the fact that he had a definite sense of humor meant that he was in the right mind. That in the endless, dauntless Asylum, there was someone like her. Someone who wasn't crazy. Truly. "Hmm...I was never much of a reader, I was always really busy. But...I'd have to say 'Truth About Forever' by Sarah Dessen."

“My name is Ben Gevir, but you can call me Bambi,” he said, his smiling quirking to one side of his mouth. She was very pretty, no matter whatever was wrong with her, big green eyes and long red hair. Her skin had paled with her thinness, Ben could tell, as she looked as if she had been tan at one point. “What are you called?” he asked, sitting down in the chair in front of the pretty, thin, red haired girl. Two months ago, the idea of her would have him squirming; it seemed these shrinks might actually be well off at their jobs.

He had a cute smile, Kim determined, a crooked one. Another thing that was endearing about him. While she thought he would have been more of the awkward type, he was very good at introducing himself, which surprised her but as well made her more curious as to what exactly was wrong with him. "Hi, Ben. I'm Kim. Kim Possible." She said breezily and in a soft tone. Tilting her to the side, she remarked, "I saw that you were reading a book. Very unheard of here." Kim gave him a soft smile, and put her hands under her chin, waiting for an answer/ 

 -he laughed-yes it is.-he smiled-

I feel like you're lying. 

There was one girl, red haired, thin, that took his attention, that actually made him want to out and speak to her. She didn’t look like anything was wrong with her, besides the sadness behind her eyes and the thinness of her waist, and Ben wondered why she was in the Asylum. He thought to ask, but that was rude, and he couldn’t talk to her just to be rude, couldn’t talk to anyone just to be rude. Just the look of her was interesting, and it was a bit before he caught himself staring, only after she did herself.

The redhead found herself just observing people instead, thinking of what could be wrong with them. It was hard for Kim, not being able to have a decent conversation with someone. She could feel herself losing braincells already from the lack of intelligent and concise conversation. Now, though, she saw a guy, who looked about her age reading a book. She hadn't seen anyone reading a book in the Asylum, so she found herself staring at him. Trying to pick him apart before she realized he was staring back at her. Kim gave him a small wave, hoping she could hide the red blossoming on her cheeks from being caught in her staring. 

 what question?-he smiled-

Is you real name Flynn Rider?

                                                           -he smiles cutely-well kim possible doesnt sound like a real name.although it is a awesome name.

Oh god, I know, but it is my real name. You didn't answer my question though.

 -he smiled at her-i didn’t think you were being mean.and thank you.-he laughed-

Ok. Good. So, your name's Flynn Rider? Is that even a real name? I feel like it isn't.

                                               they have.some not the nicest-he smiled a tiny bit-hey here is a original nickname.its not a joke.-he smiled-ruby locks

I've never been called 'Ruby locks' before. It's not bad. 

Hm, they kind of do around here. How old are you now? 

I'm t that question. 

 -he smiled-you know every one has said that lately.nice to meet you kim.

Have they now? Thanks. 

                                                                    -he laughed-glad i didn’t say it-he smiled at her-oh and my name is flynn.if you were wondering 

I am too. I wasn't really, but cool. Kim. Kim Possible.