Bonnie was, by all means, a Pretty-Boy - the only difference being that nobody really found him pretty, just oddly alluring in his own strange way.
When he was younger, about ten or so, he was always told how weird he looked. He had two teeth that were longer than the rest and poked out slightly, he had black hair that was somehow tinted purple from birth, and he refused to take off his red sunglasses. He was pale and scrawny, the opposite of 'hot'.
That changed when he turned thirteen.
All of a sudden, he was the thing to get. People stopped trading Pokémon cards with him and started trading phone numbers; the girls that used to snicker at him found him oddly attractive in his own way. He was now freakishly tall, but less scrawny, and his skin was less white and more of a pale yellowish-peach. He'd finally take off his glasses every so often and wink at them with his pale blue eyes.
Chica fell for him pretty quickly.
That wouldn't be a problem if he weren't... well... Bonnie. He'd throw a wink at you or throw his arm over your shoulder or full-on flirt to get what he wanted. Girls older and younger than him would fall for his devilish charm and tell him all of their secrets.
Girls of all ages started avoiding him, and it wasn't just him. His older and younger brothers would wink and flirt and laugh in the same seductive way at any girl that passed by.
Oh boy.
It isn't exactly easy, falling for someone who you know will throw inappropriate glances at waitresses on dates, or who will spew innuendos at your wedding reception - not that she planned on marrying him, heh.
And that's not all.
"Chicaaaaa~!" he cooed, grinning his gorgeous, perfect smile. "I have some good news, hun."
Another annoying but alluring feature - nicknaming.
"What is it, Bonnie?" she smiled sweetly, pretending that she wasn't crossing her fingers behind her back. Did he like her? Was he in love with her too? Did he WANT her?
"Don't laugh. If you laugh, we won't be able to be friends."
She knew it was something way different at the tone of his voice. He was deadly serious, as joking as he was being with the matter. She uncrossed her fingers and crossed them over her heart. "Promise, Bon."
He gulped in some air and pulled off his glasses, his blue eyes staring into hers. He sighed after a few minutes, and simply stated his issue.
"Chica... I think... I think I'm gay."