It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, and Ron was sitting comfortably on the floor of Bonnie's living room, sipping a glass of soda in one hand, the cable TV remote in the other. Leaning with his back against the foot of the couch, he flipped through Bonnie's five-hundred different cable channels trying to settle for something that looked remotely interesting.

Bonnie was lying down on the couch and gently twirling her fingers through her boyfriend's blond mop of hair. It had that soft flaxen feel that just felt nice to run her fingers through, and she briefly entertained a naughty thought that she should put braids in its short length... Or tie it up in ribbons and make Ron wear it to school on Monday.

"Man, five-hundred channels, and all you get is home shopping channels?" Ron complained. "This tanks..."

"C'mon Ron," Bonnie replied with a smile. "Talk to me. Shouldn't you spend more time with me than with my TV?"

For a split second, Ron hesitated before playing the role of the good boyfriend and hitting the power button on the remote. Then leaning his head back until he rested against Bonnie's exposed midriff, he asked, "So what do we want to talk about?"

"Let's play a little game," Bonnie began playfully. "I'm going to ask you some questions, and for every question that you answer truthfully..." she purred coquettishly as she whispered. "I'm going to give you a kiss..." As a demonstration of her good faith, she puckered her lips and blew him a kiss as she smiled at the enraptured youth.

"Ah..." Ron stammered as his brain was wrapped in a mind-numbing fog of Bonnie-love. But during the past two weeks that they had been dating, he had built up the slightest of resistances to her charming ways. And while he had taken the first baby steps of navigating the seas of amore, thanks to Bonnie's constant flirting while they were together, he knew one of those steps involved having a witty reply ready at hand. Or at the very least, know how to carry on the conversation, even in a sea of pheromones. "Don't I get to ask any questions?"

"Maybe," Bonnie tempted him. "Only if I get good answers..."

"Oh, if you ask, then you will receive," Ron replied graciously.

"Nah uh," Bonnie wagged her finger. "I want truthful answers, but if I get good answers, I'll think about it..."

Ron whimpered slightly, knowing that he was at a very untenable moment, and if he had had a little more experience with Bonnie, he may have successfully offered to skip the questions and get straight to the kisses. However, good-naturedly, because it had been a slow afternoon, he decided to humor her. "Go ahead, Bonnie," Ron dared her.

"Right..." Bonnie grinned as she was seated firmly behind the wheel in this little game. "Who was your first crush?"

"I plead the Fifth," Ron remarked immediately.

"No you can't," Bonnie pouted. "That goes against the Boyfriend/Girlfriend Constitution of 1777."

"What Boyfriend/Girlfriend Constitution of 1777?" Ron asked.

"The one I just made up, so you have to answer my question," Bonnie replied.

"Do you really want to know?" Ron asked hesitantly.

"A girl wants to know who the competition is," Bonnie explained. "So who are you measuring me up against?"

"I don't really know if that is how I would put it..." Ron began slowly.

"C'mon, you got to tell me," Bonnie cajoled him.

"Fine..." Ron let out a little sigh. "If you want to know so badly... Shego."

"Shego?" Bonnie exploded in splutter. "You mean that freaky lady with the freakishly green skin that Kim fights with and could break you apart with her freakishly glowing hands?"

"Hey, hey," Ron replied sounding hurt. "You make it sound like I am a freak for having a crush on her..."

"No..." Bonnie began. "But you do admit, you have a weird taste... You have a crush on Shego, you go freak-fighting every other day, you have a weird pet..."

"And I've also got a weird girlfriend..." Ron interjected with a grin.

"Hey!" Bonnie remarked.

"Just to complete my weird collection," Ron reassured her with a smile as he gave the back of her hand a little kiss. "Besides... I like weird."

"And just what is so weird about me?" Bonnie eyed her boyfriend dangerously.

"Oh, for starters, the whole Cuddlebuddy thing?" Ron waggled his eyebrows. "The only time I have seen a bigger collection was when this lady tried to genetically modify real animals to create real life Cuddlebuddies. You, my dear Bonnie, are the biggest closet Cuddlebuddy fan in the whole wide world."

"You have your hobbies, I have mine," Bonnie replied sounding miffed.

"But you know what?" Ron went on regardless. "I think that it's cool. Weird but cool... Because it makes you more of a person than just some cheerleader strutting down the halls showing off her stuff. It makes you a lot more unique and a lot more genuine. Plus I really think it is adorable how you try to hide it like you're ashamed of it, but you couldn't bear to part with your Cuddlebuddies either."

"Nice save there, Ron," Bonnie couldn't help but smile as she ruffled his blond hair. "Anyway... Shego?"

"Right, right," Ron replied with a smile. "I know, it's wrong, she's a supervillain and everything, but I think that's what makes her a lot more attractive to young teenage boys, you know? The fact that she is completely, completely so far out of my league that it could only be a fantasy."

"So if Shego asked you out on a date, you would go for it?" Bonnie asked.

"I'm not stupid..." Ron replied as he rolled his eyes. "I may have a crush on her but I'm not suicidal. A date with Shego probably means going toe-to-toe with her in a pit fight. Man, dating a beautiful woman like that sure has its hazards."

"What about me?" Bonnie asked coyly. "Don't you think I'm also beautiful and dangerous too?"

"Uh huh," Ron nodded, as he bit his lip, wondering whether he had just offered too much information.

"So why'd you agree to go out with me?"

"You remember when asked me out, you got me in that janitor's closet and up against the wall?" Ron asked softly. "It was hard to say no when you're in that position... Yeah, dating you definitely has its risks. Like whether you were just setting me up for some prank. Or maybe you were just using me. Like I could ever believe you could ever be interested in me?"

"Why not?" Bonnie replied sounding unconvinced with her own words.

"Do you remember when the only time you were ever interested in me?" Ron asked sadly. "Yeah, that was when I had ninety-nine million dollars to my name... So when you asked me out, even though you said you were doing it for Tara, during the date, somewhere on the back of my mind, I was wondering whether I would wake up in a bathtub half-filled with ice and missing both my kidneys."

"Oh..." was the only word that could escape her lips. "Ron, I'm sorry I ever hurt you like that..."

"Nah, it's in the past now..." Ron shook his head. "Besides, I won't hold it against you."

"If you were that scared, why'd you say yes in the first place?" Bonnie asked.

"Maybe because I'm stupid," Ron replied. "Maybe because I just wanted to believe that a girl like you would ever consider me worthy dating material..."

"You know what?" Bonnie sat up and scooted off the sofa and settled in next to Ron. She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her forehead against his as she spoke softly, "I'm so glad you had the courage to say yes." With those words, she pressed her lips against his to let him know how she felt.

"Yeah, I'm glad too," Ron replied softly as they broke apart. He pulled Bonnie a little closer to him, just enjoying the warmth of her sitting contentedly next to him. "Hey Bonnie, can I ask a question?" Ron asked. "What happened between you and Brick?"

"It's best if you don't know," Bonnie replied stiffly, as she tried to pull away a little.

"Bonnie," the serious tone in Ron's voice startled her a little. "When you told me that something bad happened, and if Tara hadn't been there in time, I realized that you didn't have people you can talk to. I did spend a few worried nights wondering what you meant back then."

"It was something stupid and it's in the past," Bonnie sighed tiredly. "I don't want to talk about it because I know it won't happen again."

"Then it's okay if you tell me," Ron continued to ask. "Bonnie, please?"

"It's not something I'm proud of," Bonnie replied. "And I don't want you to think of me that way..."

"I won't, Bonnie," Ron replied. "But I want you to tell me, because I want you to know that I'll be there for you if something like that ever did happen again."

"Ron..." Bonnie twisted away but he wouldn't let her out of his arms. "Look, I think we'd better go, my sisters will be back..."

"Not until you tell me what happened..." Ron replied, sounding a little harder, startling Bonnie.

"Ron? Please, no?" Bonnie begged, as she stiffened in his arms. "They'll be back soon."

"Then you better tell me quickly," Ron replied. "Bonnie, please let me into your life. So far, as your boyfriend, I've only asked that we tell Kim about us and for this. Please, it's important to me, because you're important to me."

"I don't see why you want me to make a fool out of myself so badly," Bonnie snapped out a bit more harshly than she'd intended. "Twenty pills okay? It was twenty pills of Sominex, ten times the recommended dose. All chased with a half pint of JD!" She covered her face with her hands. "Dumbest thing I've ever done, dumbest, dumbest..." She began to hit the side of her head with her fist.

"Bonnie, stop it..." Ron said angrily as he gripped her wrist to restrain her. "Stop it..." Looking at her tears running down the side of her face, he gently brushed them away. "Look, it's not... I..." his heart sank as he struggled to find the words. "Nobody calls my girlfriend dumb, okay?" he tried to lighten the situation. "Because if you're dumb, what does that make me?"

Bonnie showed no signs of responding, as she continued to weep silently. Rocking herself back and forth, she mumbled to no one in particular, "Half an hour on the bathroom floor, and Tara came back to get something she forgot here... She found me and called the ambulance." Bonnie screwed her eyes shut and grimaced, spitting her next words harshly.

"How did you get the sleeping pills and hard stuff?" Ron asked quietly, as he watched her with eyes brimming with concern.

"The pills are mine…" Bonnie admitted nervously. "I can't sleep sometimes, between cheerleading, ballet and schoolwork… It's my way of getting eight hours of sleep a night. As for the JD? I had half a pint left over after one of my parties that Kim doesn't get invited to. Funny thing about it? I hate whiskey… I'm more of a brandy and gin girl…"

"That's just not right…" Ron replied, as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. With a wry smile on his face, Ron tried to joke, "Well if there's one thing that I could help you with, it's all about loosening up and sleeping more. You gotta get rid of those pills…"

Ignoring his words, Bonnie gazed intently at the back of her hands, and muttered to herself, "I don't know what I was thinking… I just didn't care… When I thought I could at least count on Brick to be there… He's a guy after all… But if Connie has all the brains, and Lonnie has all the beauty, and I can't even hold on to a guy like Brick, what does that say about me?"

"Shh..." Ron hushed her as he held her close by. "I know Brick dumped you, but you know what? You found something better. Now, I may not be an expert on Brick, but I definitely am the better catch, if I do say so myself. At least I can form proper sentences. And I don't slap guys' bottoms in locker rooms. And I do have a better GPA than Brick, although that's not saying much. And at the right angles, if you do look at me, I must admit I am quite the looker. And I can coo-..."

"It doesn't matter," Bonnie remarked quietly. "I appreciate that you're trying to cheer me up but..."

"Hey now," Ron asked. "Who do you prefer to hang out with? Brick or me?"

Bonnie mumbled something incoherently, a slightly red tint creeping up her face.

"Could you say that a little louder?" Ron asked, smirking slightly.

"You," came the whisper a little clearer.

"Ah-boo-yah..." Ron cheered in a teeny whisper. "Then you have nothing to cry about..."

"I feel stupid..." Bonnie remarked.

"Welcome to my world," Ron joked, causing Bonnie to cock her head slightly at him. "But, Bonnie... Honestly, you're far more beautiful and lot smarter than either of your sisters."

"You're just saying..."

"Seriously, Bonnie," Ron cut her short. "Don't ever let anyone tell you that you're not smart or beautiful anymore... Because if anything, I'm proof of that."

"Huh?"

"You're beautiful enough to make someone like me fall in love with you, despite our past differences, and you're smart enough to give me a chance to fall for you!" Ron replied with a smile. "You got me, and I'm going to do my best to make you the happiest girl in all of Middleton."

"Sweet talker..." Bonnie couldn't help but let a small smile spread with her now deep crimson blush. "Why Middleton and not the world?"

"I figured that I'd save the best for last," Ron replied. "Besides, no pressure that way, right?"

"Fine, Ron," Bonnie replied as she kissed him. "Now tell me how are you going to make me the happiest girl in Middleton?"

"Oh, I don't know..." Ron began as he settled back against the foot of the couch. "I figured I'd start with coming over early and making you breakfast in bed... I'd be sure to carry it by your sisters' rooms just so they know that you got this wonderful guy treating you like his princess... Then while you eat, I might just sing you a song... A song I just wrote the night before just for you..."

Bonnie was caught up in picturing his sweet little ramblings, that she did not realized that a car had pulled up in her driveway. Bonnie whipped her head towards the door, startled by the sudden jangle of keys in the lock. Before she could react and stuff Ron under the couch, her two sisters walked in, slinging large shopping bags on each hand.

"Oh my, what do we have here?" Connie fake-gasped, as she drew off her sunglasses. "Does little Bonnie have a boy over? God, what a silly-looking boy she has..."

"Oh dear," Lonnie sighed sadly. "Look at what has become of our dear little sister, it's just so pitiful." After a brief moment of faux sympathy, Lonnie grinned devilishly at Bonnie and Ron, "But I guess this is the best she could hope for, seeing that I got all the beauty..."

"And I got all the brains..." Connie joined in her sister's laughter, much to Bonnie's chagrin.

"Oh, hi, Connie, Lonnie," Ron replied cheerfully, ignoring their blistering comments as he got to his feet. "Hey... Since you got all the brains, and you got all the beauty, I guess between the both of you, you might just count as one person!"

"Oh god," Lonnie gasped, as she waved her hand. "It speaks..."

"Bonnie dear, please," Connie spoke condescendingly to her younger sister. "Would you mind, since it's your job to take out the trash, could you please keep that repulsive thing out of the house? Mother doesn't like it when you bring home strays. Especially strays that don't know how to bite their tongue when they're not being spoken to..."

"Oh, now I get it," Ron exclaimed aloud as he smacked his fist on his hand. "So that's why you two have been seeing the same guy! Brad, was it? Because you have all the beauty, and you have all the brains..."

"What are you talking about? Bonnie, dear, what is he talking about?" Connie spoke sharply to her little sister, who seemed equally confused.

"Oh, you could ask Lonnie who she was seeing at the Prima Ristorante in Denver early yesterday evening," Ron remarked smugly, his smirk broadening as he watched Lonnie's face turn three shades paler. "I believe Lonnie had the seared tuna with black olive polenta cake, spinach, and spicy Sicilian tomato ragu, while Mr. Slocolm-Browne had the short rib ravioli?"

Ron paused a moment and glanced between Bonnie's two older sisters. Connie's angry glare and Lonnie's open mouth stare was all the confirmation to Ron that he was correct, so he continued with his delivery in an almost friendly, conversational manner, his smirk still plastered on his face. "And I believe a little under-the-table footsie was in order? But I'd bet the footsie was nothing compared to what I'm 

sure happened at the Hotel Teatro after dinner... The Amore Package? Pretty posh for the average guy, but then again, when you're dating the woman with all the beauty, cost is no object, huh? But I'm sure he'll give Connie the same treatment next time he's out with her..."

"Why you..." Connie raised her voice as she turned to bear her full wrath on her equally-shocked sister.

"Tata," Ron bade his farewell with a flourish, pulling Bonnie out of the house after him. "Give Brad my regards!" He quickly shut the front door, the sound of the heavy wood slamming into its frame drown out by the loud crash of something large, fragile and expensive being flung against the wall. Wrapping an arm around Bonnie, he smiled at her and asked, "Shall we head over to my place?"

"How... How did you know?" Bonnie could only look at him in startled surprise, as she had only regained her voice.

"You didn't think I was going to face your sisters without something up my sleeve, did you?" Ron grinned mischievously. "Though Wade did all the hard work, I need to give him a big thank you for hacking into those security cameras and the bit of snooping he did at the hotel when they went there... It's a wonder what's not caught on security cameras these days."

"So... Connie... Lonnie... Same guy?" Bonnie gaped.

"Uh huh," Ron nodded with a smile.

"Ron," Bonnie threw her arms around his waist and gave him the tightest hug she had to date. "I have never been so proud to call you my boyfriend."

"So ready to head to my place?" Ron asked.

"I've got a better idea..." Bonnie smiled. "Let's go catch a movie at the mall."

"Whu-...?" Ron's jaw fell open. "But... But... That's like... Everyone... It's a Saturday afternoon! Everyone's at the mall! Everyone we know and plenty of people we don't!"

"I know..." Bonnie replied with a knowing smile. "So? I just want to show everyone what a wonderful boyfriend you are..."

"But... But... Your reputation..." Ron exclaimed, still trying his best to string words together to form a coherent sentence. "Are... Are you sure?"

"Ron, just from the way you put my sisters in their place, I have never been happier to call you my boyfriend," Bonnie replied. "You've been so great that I'm ashamed that I used to think that you might embarrass me..."

"Aww..." Ron couldn't help smiling. "It's all for you..."

"Right..." Bonnie said playfully. "Stop that. If you get any sweeter, I might just have to hide you to keep you all to myself."

"Haha..." Ron grinned. "You don't have to get so jealous... I'm all yours."

"Sure..." Bonnie tugged at his arm, as she drew out her car keys and pressed the remote. "Let's go now so we can still catch a matinee..."


Kim was doing her homework on the kitchen countertop when her complex calculus problems were put on hold by the ringing of the phone. With a sigh, she dropped her pencil in frustration over the advanced math and grabbed kitchen phone from its cradle by the refrigerator.

"Hello?" she answered. A sudden flood of high-pitched questions flooded through the earpiece without pause, and Kim was forced to pull the receiver away in surprise for a moment. "Calm down, Monique!" she finally managed to slip in a commanding word. "Take a deep breath then spill."

"OMG GF, you..." the rest of the words were so garbled that Kim could hardly make them out.

"'Nique!" Kim had to raise her voice. "What is it?"

"Girl! You have got to be here to believe this!" Monique's breath finally managed to catch up with her. "Guess who I just saw at the Middleton Mall?"

"Err..." Kim wracked her brains for a guess, but before she could open her mouth, Monique had already started answering.

"Ron and Bonnie!" Monique squealed in excitement. "Oh god, GF, I mean, I thought I was seeing things when I saw Bonnie at the mall holding hands with some guy I thought was her new boyfriend. At first I thought she was just parading around the latest hottie she had snagged, and when he turned around, I swear, it was like... Wow... She was with your Ron! Your Ron, Kim! This has got to be a dream! But yeah! Ron and Bonnie are officially dating! Girl, I seriously swear I didn't see that coming, woah, can your boy blindside you! Kim? Kim? You still there?"

"Uh huh?" Kim replied slowly, her tone making it obvious she thought there was nothing wrong.

"Girl, there's got to be something wrong with you," Monique sounded cross as she picked up on Kim's clear lack of shock and enthusiasm for the latest gossip. "You don't sound surprise one bit. In fact, you don't sound surprised at all..." Kim heard a sharp gasp on the other end of the line as Monique put the obvious together, the dark skinned girl's voice sounding both taken aback and irate at one time, "That means you must have known! Ron's your best friend, so definitely you must have known! How long?" Monique demanded loudly.

"Just last week," Kim admitted quietly. "When they started going out."

Monique's voice literally exploded in her ear. "Girl, I can't believe you didn't tell me! Kim, have we been best friends, or have we been best friends? You're supposed to tell me things like this!"

"I guess, 'Nique..." Kim replied distantly. "But you know Ron... He wanted to keep this quiet..."

"But you know me!" Monique replied quickly. "I could keep a secret!"

"Yeah, anyway, it just slipped my mind," Kim shrugged her off. "I've been busy for the past few days..."

"Girl, you have got to get your head checked..." Monique replied. "I'm not buying that one bit. Your best friend since pre-K hooks up with your biggest rival in Middleton High, and all you can say is it slipped your mind? You okay there?"

"I'm fine," Kim replied. "I guess I'm just... It's Ron's life... And he's free to date whoever he wants to. And as his best friend, I should be supportive of him and his relationships."

"Huh," Monique snorted with disbelief. "That's a quick one-eighty."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Kim, Kim, Kim!" Monique revealed. "Do you know what's the three things that the average Middleton High student wishes for? One, for Mr. Barkin to stop being a substitute teacher, two, for Mystery Meat to be banned from the library, and, most importantly three, for Kim and Ron to stop dancing around each other and finally have the guts to make kissy-face in the hallways."

"What? You have got to be kidding!" Kim cried out, glad that Monique was only on the phone. She would have hated for Monique to see her blushing like she was, not to mention the outraged, shocked expression she knew was now on her face. "Not everyone is so interested in other people's private lives, you know..."

"Exactly!" Monique exclaimed triumphantly. "But the sheer virtue of your lives being so interesting to the average person should clue you in about people being so interested in you! I bet half of the school expected you to hook up at least by the end of junior year!"

"Monique!" Kim squeaked in protest. "Ron and I are just friends. Best friends, granted, but nothing more. We are free to see other people. Remember Josh? Or Zita?"

"So not buying it," Monique replied. "Just so you know, I was rooting for you two, too."

"Really?" Kim asked, trying to keep her voice level but failing.

"Yeah!" Monique sounded sure of herself. "The way you two stick together through everything? That pretty much says it all. I'm not sure even my parents would do that. I was just waiting for one of you to start realizing how much you mean to each other and have the courage to take the right step. I honestly can't believe you let him get away..."

"Ron and I are just friends..." Kim protested again, her tone exasperated, "And you do realize that any relationship between Ron and I would be awkweird with a capital weird, right?"

"Sure, Kim..."Monique replied, the tone of her voice indicating the eye roll she was likely giving on her end of phone line. "Just keep telling yourself that, maybe you'd believe it someday. Need I remind you of the incident surrounding a young, lithe and nubile ninja with a dash of Oriental exoticness? Girl, you might have gotten better at hiding your jealousy these days, but you sure stink at lying."

"Am not..." Kim protested weakly. "Monique, it doesn't matter, anyway... I'm happy for Ron, even Bonnie, really... Ron's still my best friend, alright?"

"But I guess it's okay if you're so sure that you two would stay friends..." Monique replied uncertainly.

"What do you mean?" Kim asked suspiciously, her worries about Bonnie using Ron coming back with a vengeance, along with some sudden, somewhat unwelcome thoughts about her best friend and world saving sidekick.

"Well..." Monique hesitated a little with a cough. "He's shaped up quite a bit... At least he combs his hair and wears a button-down shirt more often. Definitely progress in the fashion department due to Bonnie's influence. And..."

"And?" Kim probed after Monique's voice died down.

"And... He seems really happy," Monique replied uncomfortably. "He's more confident around her and everyone else, and he smiles a lot more. I can't say that Bonnie's bad for him at all... Even though she is Bonnie..." Monique paused again for several seconds before letting next thoughts out in a grudging tone, "And I can't say that he's bad for her either... She's toned down quite a bit of her Queen B self... And to walk around in public with Ron, the very same guy she's verbally beat up almost every day in school... She must have needed a ladder to get off that very high horse of hers..."

"Good for them," Kim replied vacantly. "Hey, it's all good, and I'm really happy for Ron here. So it's all no big. By the way, Monique, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, girlfriend," Monique nodded. "What is it?"

"Just make sure the rumors about them aren't too wild... They deserve a chance at this," Kim replied, her tone far more convincing than it had just a moment before.

"Hey, you know me, Kim," Monique replied with a smile. "Ron's my friend too and I'll do my best for him! You didn't even need to ask. But you know what, girl? You're just way too nice for your own damned good."

"Err... Anyway, thanks Monique," Kim replied uneasily, not wanting to hear any more of Monique's thoughts about having let Ron get away. "I better be getting back to my homework, you never know when a mission might show."

"Sure thing, Kim," Monique said. "CYL, BFF!"

"Gah..." Kim muttered as she hung up the phone. "Ron's just my friend, Monique..." Kim turned away and returned to the kitchen countertop, sliding back onto the stool and grabbing her pencil. Her normally neat handwriting started to dwindle into scribbles, and the letters that formed the words started to jump around. She clutched her temples as she sought to figure out the answers to the questions in her head, none relating to calculus at all. But no clear answer, nothing that could possibly bring her any relief was easily forthcoming.


Author's Notes

Woot! Two posts in two days! I'm on fire!

Couple things that crossed my mind. First of all, this is heck of a waff-y chapter, and I need to visit my dentist. Really, I haven't been to see him in over a year so I need to go anyway. First of all the Girlfriend/Boyfriend Constitution of 1777 is an important bit of treaty that dictates the behavior of parties in a relationship. Sadly it only contains one line of "The girlfriend is always right."

While this chapter seems a bit sugary, there are a couple of important things, namely a little of Bonnie's past, and dealing with Bonnie's sisters, plus Bonnie's big decision to come out and show off her latest boyfriend. I'm thinking it might seem a little impulsive, but I bet it's been on Bonnie's mind. She might have been hesitant at first, but I think after Ron demonstrated a clear capability of handling his own against her sisters, she's more than confident that Ron couldn't possibly humiliate her. But we also see Ron deferring a lot of things to her, like the decision to go to the mall, or stuffs. He's just assertive when it comes to things like Bonnie and her suicide attempt.

So yeah, I guess it's mostly Kim's reaction that I want to dwell on. She's almost… She's rather disjointed and disconnected of late. And from the way she talks to Monique about it, she probably shoved the whole Ron/Bon thing to the back of her mind and tried not to think about it. But Monique somehow has accidentally forced her to think about it, and hence she's kinda going through the first stage: denial. But now that Bonnie and Ron are out in the open, I guess it'll be interesting to see everyone else's reaction.