Thanks to VampireNaomi, Pengychan, mattneedschocolate, Squeaky Phantom, and James-li for reviewing
Thanks to VampireNaomi, Pengychan, mattneedschocolate, Squeaky Phantom, and James-li for reviewing!
And OMG O.O Pengychan; I had a weird dream last night that, apparently I had written a negative complaining whining author note on one of my Monkey Love stories, and you reviewed saying that you and VampireNaomi only reviewed out of pity.
…Y'all don't, right? Oo Because that dream freaked me out…I feel stupid for asking but still lol.
"What…is a naked Ronald Stoppable doing in your bed?!"
Slamming his head against the ground, Monty could only twitch.
Going a few minutes back into the past before DNAmy found "the other woman"…
Ron lay in his bed for the longest time. As he had been doing, he reviewed the strange dreams he recently had for at least the 60th time. His eyes gazed at the ceiling as though attempting to drill a hole into it, some sort of escape route. Although he stared blankly up, in his minds eye he saw flashes of the 'Pac man' monkey heads coming after him.
What did it mean?
There was a muffled voice from the other side of the prison, which he nicknamed the room, which alerted him. Sitting up, he felt the silk covers slide off his body and become a puddle on his lap. Unconcerned about such a thing, he trained his ears to hear that voice again. It sounded…dare he think…feminine? Through what he could only assume was a ton of metal door, he only heard muffled voices when they shouted. It sounded more like a whisper than anything.
Rufus had popped his head out of the silver tray from breakfast which had not been taken away yet. It would seem he had used water to fill up the upside down cover, cleverly using it as a swimming pool. He blinked rapidly, water dripping off of him thanks to his hairless body. He then turned towards his master and chipped, "Uh-huh, what was that?"
"…I don't know buddy." Ron whispered softly as though speaking loud would bring silence again.
Without warning, the almost deafening sound of several dead bolt locks opening filled the air. Ron jumped in his bed, his heart skipping a beat from the suddenness of it. It would seem that someone was all but ripping off the locks, causing it to screech with protest.
He heard a dull thud hit the ground, almost like a sack of potatoes. The door was thrown open as quick as one made of heavy metal can, making Ron raise a brow; whoever threw it open obviously had strength. He prepared himself to see a snarling Monty Fiske, to see ninja monkeys though he highly doubted their ability to throw the door open, or to see…well, Monty.
It is quite safe to say that the last thing he expected to see was DNAmy. In fact, it would be completely appropriate to say that his shock was normal in this situation. The young lad's jaw was hanging almost off its hinges, ready to tear off the skin and fall on his bare lap. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull, making a comical expression. His skin was as white as the supposed ghosts that haunted Monkey Fist's thousand year old mansion.
Amy's expression, however, was far from funny or even remotely humorous. Her face turned from a lovely shade of tan into a crimson tone. In fact, the redness of her skin ate up the freckles that showed. Her eyes turned into little beady black bug eyes, narrowed into slits of a snake which could lash out and bite someone at any moment. Her limbs and semi-thin figure trembled and shook so roughly that Ron almost thought there was a one-spot-earthquake.
"What…is a naked Ronald Stoppable doing in your bed?!" Her voice was beyond shrill and nearly made his ears bleed. It was as bad as long nails raking across a blackboard, screaming to cause others agony.
Ron could only assume she was screaming at Monkey Fist.
…Wait, how did DNAmy get in here? Who let her in?
Pushing aside his thoughts, Ron looked up to see said monkey man walk in. It seemed that even walking near the "old friend" of his was similar to pulling teeth. He was greatly reluctant to walk into the room which contained a blond haired young man.
"Well…" Monty's rich deep voice echoed briefly as he paused, thinking of what to say. His dark blue eyes brightened instantly but only for a moment. Although the furious woman didn't see it, Ronald did. What did he think to say now? "I'll confess a secret to you, Amy."
Ron tensed with good reason as Monty sat next to him. It was like a mini tornado; the older gentleman placed an arm around his waist, his other hand resting on his cool thigh. All this happened even before Stoppable had the chance to process it.
"I'm with Ron." As if to seal the deal on such a lie to make it truth, he roughly grabbed his chin and forced his eyes to land on his. They stared briefly at each other, if only for a split second, before he pressed their lips together in a rather rough fashion.
Next chapter: Ron's reaction; another dream except this time, Monty is determined to find out what he dreamt of…even if it means 'torture'. Review would be very much liked!
