All right, let's see. I think I left off with Ron going home to ask his parents for permission to go on a trip with Monique. Okay. Now, I'm going to introduce Monique's parents in this chapter, but no new girls. That happens after we get to the resort, not while we're traveling there. I hope that you readers are enjoying this.

Chapter 2

A Flight to Good Nights

Ron followed Monique and her parents onto the airplane. "You know, Monique, I realize that my parents hardly spend any time at my house, so it hardly matters, if I spend time at my house or not, but I'm still having trouble believing that your parents actually agreed to let me come with you guys. I mean, a teenage boy going on a vacation with a family with a daughter of the same age? It seems like a rather unseemly thing for parents to approve of."

Rufus peeked out from Ron's pocket, clicking his teeth together. "No sense. No sense at all."
"Ron, please." Monique shook her head as she stepped onto the plane. "My parents are the most ignorant people on the earth. Have you ever so much as heard them call me home."

Ron took hold of his chin and stroked it in thought. "Now that I think about it, I haven't so much as seen them before." He looked around the plane as they walked down the aisle. "I don't even see them now."

"Yeah. You'll find that happens a lot." Monique sat down in an aisle seat. "I don't even understand it." She waited for Ron to sit down. "Really, they're so perceptive that, even though I gave a full description of who you are and that you're a boy, they probably think you're either Kim, Bonnie, or Tara."

Ron raised an eyebrow at his friend. "What the heck is wrong with your parents? My parents barely spend more than two hours a day with me, at best, but they can still recognize me."

"Sure, they recognize you, but could they recognize me?" Monique smirked. "And I mean me, not Kim."

Chuckling, Rufus crawled out of Ron's pocket and onto the blond boy's shoulder. "No way." He slapped Ron lightly on the forhead, still laughing. "No way. No way. No way."

"Uh......" Ron strapped his seatbelt on just before the plane started to take off. "No. No, I guess not." He scratched his head. "Gee. That makes me feel a little bad." He turned to Monique. "Do you think we should spend more time with our parents?"

"That sort of feeling is what led to this trip, so I guess I agree." Monique pulled a magazine out of the seat in front of her. "Hey, look at this headline. Dr. Drakken and Shego split up." She shook her head as she opened the magazine. "I'm sure that this would be the right time to make a joke out of celebrity marriages or something, except they never got married." Her eyes scanned the article. "However, I didn't think that they'd last. Blue and green only look good together when they either make aqua or turquoise or are inside of a rainbow."

"Yeah. I was a little shaky on that myself." Ron leaned his chair back a little bit. "Sure, Dr. Drakken and I have been pals for a while, but let's face it. He's as old as Kim's dad. It's just creepy to think that he and Shego ever could have been together."

"Drakken. Shego. Nuh-uh." Rufus shook his head. "No way." He looked up at the ceiling, staring at the service button.

"I already said that." Monique folded the magazine up and put it away. "But seeing how you seemed to have known the fact already, I'll tell you something you probably don't know." She smiled as she spun her finger in the air. "Senor Senior Junior broke up with Bonnie. She'll claim that she broke up with him, but he is so chauvinistic, narcissistic, and pessimistic, as soon as he found out that summer school lasted for more than three days, he skipped the country to live on the billionaire dollar island of his."

"Wow. That's kind of harsh." Ron folded his hands together concernedly. "Of course, I wonder how Kim leaving will affect her mood." He lifted his hands and covered his face. "Oh man. Why did I have to say that Kim left?"

"Oh no you don't." Monique punched Ron in the arm. "Seriously, I don't want you getting all angsty on me. This trip is to feel good."

"Yeah. Fell good." Rufus patted Ron on the face and pointed up at the service button.

"What?" Ron looked up at the recognized button. "Oh, sure thing, buddy." He pressed the button with his thumb.

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Ron and Monique rode in the elevator in the hotel.

"Wow. Your parents are good." Ron chuckled lightly. "I'm still having trouble understanding how they were able to drive us here and check us in, without so much as revealing a characteristic detail about themselves. I mean, do you understand how people can walk around without revealing their face?"

"How am I supposed to know?" Monique placed her hands on her hips. "I mean, I live with them, so I know what they look like. These periods where they don't even reveal their faces seems ridiculous to me. I mean, what does it matter whether we see their faces or not?"

"Their faces? What about the elevator?" Ron held his arms out wide. "I mean, seriously, we're all going to the same floor! Why not take the same elevator?"
"Yeah." Rufus popped out of Ron's pocket and leaned on the edge. "Really weird. Ho-ho, yeah."

"Yeah." Monique pressed the elevator button. "But that's my parents for you. Parents, period. You can't live with them; you can't live without them."

"I guess so, but that could be debatable in some situations." Ron watched the floor numbers light up. "I'm just surprised at how much they trust you. Even if I wasn't a boy, you're pretty much alone in one of the busiest hotels in one of the busiest cities in California. You'd think your parents would want to keep an eye on you."

"Ron," Monique laughed, "they didn't even keep an eye on me in the airport, and we got out of there fine." As the elevator doors opened, she took hold of her suitcase and walked out. "Face it, Ron. We're adults now. That's also why we get a different room from my parents."

"That makes sense." Ron followed Monique down the hall. He looked around to see that the doors were few and far between. "Wow! This is some really sweet penthouse comforts they have going here."

"And that would be the reason why we're here. You see, this trip is one of those "Yay, you graduated" gifts. You know, one last family fling before I move out." Monique pulled the room card out of her pocket and slipped it through the slot in the door. "My parents will be in the presidential suite next door." She pulled the card out and rubbed her hands together. "I can't wait to see what our room looks like." She opened the door and walked in.

As soon as he was inside of the room, Ron's jaw dropped, and so did his luggage.

His eyes growing wide, Rufus whistled at the room.

Shaking off the shock, Ron ran after Monique. "What is this?"

"I know what you mean, boy." Monique put down her luggage and picked at the curtains around the bed. "Could they have chosen a gaudier color?"

"Monique!" Ron waved his hands over his head, pointing at almost everything in the room. "Look at all this pink! The reds! The whites! This place looks like a honeymoon suite!" His eyes grew wide as he stared at what Monique was pinching. "And why is there only one bed?"

"It's wide enough for us both." Monique pulled the curtains back to look at the massive pile of pillows. "Well, despite the coloration, it looks like a nice bed. It should do wonders on my back. My mattress back home has been getting lumpy."

"Hoo!" Rufus jumped out of Ron's pocket and landed on the table. He gave a sly grin to Ron, chirped happily, and started dancing. "Bow-chikka-bow-bow! Bow-bow! Wow!"

Furrowing his brow, Ron pressed a hand on top of Rufus. He raised his other hand towards Monique and shook his head. "Oh no. That's not going to happen. I'm just going to take a sheet and a pillow and sleep on the floor."

"Ron!" Monique turned around and gave the blond boy a disbelieving look. "You just got dumped, and you think I'm going to try to take advantage of you for it?" She shook her head, humming in disappointment. "Seriously, I have better morals than that, and we're just friends. Really good friends, yes, but just friends!"

"But what about Kim?" Ron held his hands up defensively, laughing nervously. "I mean, what if she finds out about this?"

"Ron, just give that statement one moment of thought." Monique furrowed her brow, but her smile was wide. "My butt is twice as big as Kim's, and my breasts make her look flat-chested." she shrugged. "Not that that is really hard, given the shape of her boobs." She laughed. "I mean, I love the girl, but if I had wanted to, I could have seduced you away from her long ago, if I had wanted to, even if you are BBSKs."

Jumping back and taking a defensive stance, Ron's eyes grew wide, and he gawked at Monique. "Okay, that is it. I am sleeping on the floor."

"Fine. If that's what you want." Monique opened her suitcase and pulled out some pajamas. "That just gives me more bed." She gave Ron a stern look. "But remember that I offered to share the bed, so don't come crying to me, if you wake up with serious back pain." She walked over to the bathroom door.

When he was sure Monique couldn't hear him, Ron sighed and wiped his brow. He gave Rufus a forlorn look. "Rufus, what did I get myself into?"

"I dunno." With that, Rufus yawned. He curled up on the table and fell asleep.

"Yeah. I should probably think about that, too." Ron reached over the bed and pulled out one of the lighter sheets and a fair-sized pillow. He walked over to a corner and laid down. "Good night, buddy."

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Yes, I've started with the suggestive humor, and there's lots more to come. Sticking Ron in here for a week, you're going to have to wait and see what other girls are going to be at the resort with Ron and Monique. I'm not sure how big a role Monique's parents will play, mostly because I think it's more humorous that they are ignoring some of the more inappropriate behavior around them. After all, ignorance is bliss.

Also, I chose California because Kim's grandmother happens to live in Florida. That could kind of compromise things, if Kim's grandmother were to find Ron dealing with other girls. Not to mention that California is closer to Colorado, which is the state I believe the KP cast officially lives in. I'd have to look it up.

I want to apologize to everyone if I ultimately suck at "Monique speak". I just can't seem to get a knack for it.

Until next time, please enjoy and review.