Everyone, it's Dismal again. Oh My God, after that whole chapter 28 controversy, I needed to apologize for that. It was something that I was writing for myself, like an alternate decision. It wasn't suppose to be posted and I am highly freaked out that something like that made it. Luckily, I posted the new one, the one with Ron and Bonnie, as it was suppose to be. It was a common mistake that could've been serious if left unattended. With this next chapter, I'm gonna try and get it together on this one.

Chapter 29: This Is My Way of Telling You

Ron's eyes had lidded at six in the morning. He looked at a ceiling that wasn't his, found himself in a room that wasn't his, even the bed where he lied was shared with someone else. He looks at a sleeping vixen who quietly rested. Her hands were wrapped around his torso, with her head resting on his chest like a pillow.

He takes a look at the floor, where clothing lied. His shirt, pants and underwear, followed by the nymph's nightwear. He was naked and lying with a girl in her bed. A girl who had been plucked and was bloomed into a woman. She quietly yawns, placing her chin on the blonde boy's chest. She made a cute little yawn and rubbed her eyes. It was no other than Bonnie Rockwaller.

"Hey." He whispers. He gently touches her hair with whatever strength he mustered in the morning, considering the restless night. To see those beautiful eyes gleaming at him.

"Hey." She whispered back. She takes her left arm and wraps it around Ron's neck. She giggles a bit. "Were you watching me while I slept, Ronnie?" She says, using that pet name wasn't getting old.

"Kinda woke up a couple seconds before you did…" he snakes his hand to her hip feeling the curvaceous and smooth structure that blessed him. It was then he became flustered with the situation. "I can't believe we did all of that last night."

She tiptoed her fingers onto his shoulder. "Well you were the one knocking on my windows." She points out.

"Oh man, I'm sorry, that was so messed up." He chuckles.

"I thought it was really sweet, crazy but sweet." She corrects. She snuggles to his neck. "You know if Daddy sees you and me like this, he'll lose it." He sits up, seeing the clothes that were thrown across the room.

"Yeah, he would." He says as he attempts to get off of her but since she was the one on top, she was able to prevent him from doing so.

"He's not going to wake up until 6:30. We still have a little time to ourselves." The brunette implies.

"Bonnie." Ron said her name. He needed to ask her something, that pertained to the heat of the moment.

"Hm?" She sweetly cooed.

"When we were doing those things, you said that it was ok for me to… release it inside you, what did you mean by that?" He asked her.

"Who else would tap on my window just to see me? Most of the time, we try to control ourselves… and that's fine. After the house, the hospital and the shower, we've been active for awhile and… I had a feeling where we would do something like this. I went to the store and I bought some… protection." She answers. Bonnie placed a hand on her stomach. "When you were about to come in through the window, at midnight, I had a feeling we'd do something like this." Bonnie had a contingency plan for herself. Having this at an early stage of her life isn't a good time. She did love Ron, but they both knew that they got to take it slow at this point.

"Ronnie, you're right about love… it's isn't something that's at first sight. I mean when we first met, we were pretty much strangers. But we kept in touch for a long time. Heh, we hung out as two people, then we became friends and we just took the time to know each other. So the attraction wasn't so intimate then, it was just us at a friendly stage and we had mutual terms and… We dated other people, but… we didn't give each other a shot yet." The Rockwaller agreed with his statement from the night before, that's how he felt.

"So what now?" Ron asked. But he already knew the answer.

"Ronnie, I want our relationship to be official… no more hiding, no more secrets… just you and me." Her hands intertwined with Ron's.

"Wait, what about Tara? How are we gonna break it to her… she kinda liked me for a bit. It's just that…"

"I know. I voiced myself being against it, but if I told her, she'll feel like I stole you from her. I mean she isn't the possessive type, she's sweet and nice… she shouldn't go through stuff like this. Your guess is as good as mine… if I tell her, she'll feel like I'm just using you… if I don't, it would be like I went behind her back."

"Bonnie, don't worry so much about it… I'll be the one to tell her, but you shouldn't stress over it so much. Like you said, we're not keeping this a secret anymore. We can do this… together."

"So what are you gonna do today? I'm pretty sure you've got a lot on your plate." Bonnie says to him.

A deep sigh was heard by his breath. "I recently got a house after a mission the director sent me to, like a reward. I can move there soon enough, I can finally leave my parents house."

This came as a shock to the brunette. "A house? Is it even paid for? Do you have enough money to take care of yourself?" Hearing this news made everything stop, what will be of his fate should he go through with this?

"Well, it's fully paid for, the GJ people will put it in my name, they even gave me the keys. It's not like some giant mansion, but it's a beautiful place. As for the money, I kinda… took back some money from Brotherson, he had a load of accounts with a lot of money that can set someone for life. But still, what I did is kinda crazy, so I'll donate some to charity and I'll pay my tuitions with the money and go to college, major in business… whatever it takes to be an honest guy." He says. Perhaps telling Bonnie that he 'took' some money from a crime broker would be a bad idea… until he heard her voice again.

"You're an honest guy Ron, just a little crazy."

"Never be normal Bon-Bon, that's who I am." He says. He turns her to the bed, making him to be on top of her. "You know I want this to last a little longer…" his hands began to caress her body. "But if anyone sees me and my clothes lying on your floor like that… we're in trouble." He got up, letting her have the bed all to herself. It left her a little disheartened, but they'll have plenty of time to share this moment again.

Ron outfits himself comfortably in Bonnie's room. There was no room of shyness, he didn't leave anything to Bonnie's imagination when she stripped him. He even gave her the clothing she had that night to dress herself. Donning his outfit again, he was about to wave goodbye and leave the house by the window, but that was when a knock on the door was heard. The blonde boy's jerked his head towards the direction of the sound.

"Bonnie… dear, are you awake?" A feminine voice said. Ron quickly hid inside her closet. The door opened, revealing her mother. "It's time to get ready for school, don't wanna be late." Bonnie sat up, with her body covered by the sheets.

"You seem to be in a happy mood this morning Bon-Bon, you're glowing." She says. Bonnie knows what she's talking about, she remembers that night, causing her to blush.

"Well… A couple of friends invited Ron to go to the carnival and he invited me too." She moved off topic, hoping to keep what really happened a secret.

"Seems that Ron is all you're talking about these days…" Realizing her own words, the Rockwaller matriarch had a small smile and spoke again. "Did something happen between you two?"

Bonnie's heart slightly raced, feeling that she was sniffing something out. "Not really, him and I are ok… I guess I'm just a little more happy, now that he came back."

Mrs. Rockwaller slowly walked to the closet. "And… you're sure that nothing happened? Because a mother's intuition doesn't let her down."

Bonnie's heart really raced, it was then she fidgeted her hands a bit. Bonnie didn't let her mother see the gesture. "I'm sure mom, I'll get myself ready for school soon enough."

Her hand stopped at the knob. "Ok, I'll leave you to it, I'll have breakfast waiting for you downstairs." She turned her back to the closet, but quickly turned to it and opened it. Revealing nothing but clothing. "AH… oh." Her voice was about to see that Ron was there, hiding in the closet, but not seeing him there, made her regret her actions. "Sorry, my mistake. I'll get breakfast ready." She walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Ron came down, revealing that he was hiding on the ceiling. He smiles at her. "Bye Bon-Bon." He mouths.

She waves her hand away at the comment. "Bye Ronnie." Their goodbyes had been said, leaving Ron to retreat back to his house. Opening the front door he sees the phone, showing several missed calls, and a voicemail. He touches the button and hears what it had to say.

"Hey Ron, it's your mother… we've been trying to call you, but you wouldn't pick up. We thought that you were on a mission again, so maybe you were a bit busy. We're boarding the Middleton flight and it's going to be a long one. You remember that diner we sometimes went to? We're gonna be there and if you have the time, we can take the time to catch up. Goodbye Ron."

Beep.

They were taking a flight, didn't they have to take a taxi to the airport? He rushes to the garage and sees the family car still parked. Remembering the bags left in his room, as well as his companion. It was decided that he'd borrow the car to get his bags to the new house and bring it back. His parents were still on the flight, so he'll hurry up.

He goes upstairs to grab his rodent friend and the bags he mustered up and placed them in the trunk. He grabs a couple more and shuts the trunk. Entering the car with his heart and mind stopping for a second. "I'm not turning back." He says. He gently bangs on the wheel. "I'm not turning back." He repeats. He turns on the car with the key and retreats off from the garage. He appears at the house and takes it in. "This is a new start buddy." He said to Rufus.

He takes the bags and places them in the living room. He decides to unpack, once he comes back here and takes the car that taints the home with its presence. He takes it and heads back to the house.

Time was ticking for him, should he be late for school, there would be a punishment such as a detention that he didn't desire to take. He decides to speed up the process by hurrying via free running. Three minutes were left to the clock, he rushes to his locker and places his bag inside. Having his notebooks out, he runs in the hall and makes it into the classroom. As he plants himself onto the chair the bell rung. A sharp exhale came from his breath.

As the day went by, he treaded the hallways, to his surprise, he found Kim. She looked pretty chill and relaxed, just placing back some school books before taking out other ones. "Hey Kim." Ron says. The redhead turned to the voice that addressed him. "Ron, I saw you running late in class, what happened?" She says. Their friendship was slowly building itself back up, it's a steady process but it shows results, at least they were on speaking terms.

"I was taking care of some things, I uhh… need to give you this, it's from GJ." He hands her the file that he got from the director. She takes a gander at it. Her smile falls slightly.

"So they want me to see a shrink and do community service? There even suspending me from missions again?" She sighs. Ron places his hand on her shoulder. "You can work with your Mom at the hospital from time to time, since you're helping the sick, it would count."

"I know that… I'm just a little nervous. After everything I did, I still… I can't even describe it." The tone of guilt was heard clearly in her voice. "Can I really bounce back from this… I mean do you think I can do it?" She questions him. He simply nods his head.

"Yes… have a little faith in yourself. Remember, you're not alone… if you need me to talk to you, I can."

"It's just unreal, someone in GJ intentionally gave me a poisonous chip, even I can't believe it. Who could it even be?" She asks. Her hands were folded. It's obvious she was showing signs of shock and disbelief.

"I'll figure that out, but if something happens, I'll call you ok?" He assures her, if it really was a GJ operative he would be dealing with, he'll need all the help he can get.

"Yeah." She slightly perks up after hearing that.

"Uhh, have you seen Tara anywhere, I need to tell her something."

"She's probably at her locker. You might wanna check there."

"Thanks." He walks away from Tara and attempts to find her. She sees her digging through her locker, trying to find something in the clutters of folders and papers.

"Tara." He says.

"Oh Ron." The platinum blonde turns her head to see him, causing several books to fall out. She gets to the ground and attempts to get them all up. Ron being as chivalrous as he is, helps her with her little situation. "I'm sorry, I was just startled a bit, how've you been?"

"I'm ok, I mean I've been through worse." He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. Losing eye contact for several seconds.

"Oh I know, with all the-" Tara spoke to him, despite the awkwardness of the conversation.

"Yeah. Yeah. It's… something."

"Uhh, Ron… there's something I wanna ask you about… y'know about Bonnie." She asks.

"Uhh, sure… what's it about?"

Tara had then said her piece. "Back at the hospital, Bonnie told me to find you of all people. I mean normally, she would've gotten her father or Brick, but she asked for you. I mean… knowing her, you would've been the last person she'd ever come to for help. I mean she just… said it out of the blue, she needed you." The platinum blonde had her suspicions, especially when Ron had to be involved. That was something she didn't question then… so she decided to do it now. She continued her conversation.

"When you two wanted me out of the room for a bit, I kinda… listened to what you were saying to her… about the little girl who took the boy's hand… something like that. You said like, like it happened to you."

Ron nodded his head in response to her conclusion. He knew that she wasn't the stereotypical blonde, she's definitely smart with her intuition. "The little girl was Bonnie and that boy was you, weren't they?" Tara saw the way they looked at each other. It wasn't a look of pity, but she actually saw the brunette smile in such a manner, like the gateway to paradise was in her grasp.

"Yeah." Ron answered in a slightly hoarse tone, peppered with guilt. This is what Bonnie was worrying about. That the cheerleader would lash out and hold a grudge.

"So you two knew each other, like way before middle school?" The platinum blonde says.

"Before Pre-K, before I met Kim. Yeah we… honestly, it's complicated and… I may as well explain everything." The blonde boy told Tara of their time together, as well as their little promise. She didn't seem to have much animosity to the situation, she folded her arms, curled her lips and listened attentively.

"(Sigh)… Ok, I think I get it. It's just… I'm a little upset that she didn't trust me enough to say something. I mean, she tells me how her sisters can be, even if I was angry, telling her to spend time with those two would be punishment enough."

"Tara… I'm sorry that it had to be like…" he gestured to the area with his arms. "…this." She nodded her head.

"It's ok… I mean I had a lot of thinking to do. Like… what you and Bonnie have, isn't what you had with Kim. Bonnie… she empowers you, you have more confidence and a lot more pep in your step because of her. She's pretty headstrong, she has that strength to have faith that you'll come back. Ron, no matter what you and her staged in front of us, you were still calling her your friend… normally, people would just walk away from this… but you didn't. If I didn't know better you and her were pretty much a couple waayy before this."

Ron shrugged his shoulders, believing that she had a point in her statement. "She did see you first and… you're more paired with her than me. You're loyal to her…" she brushes his cheek with her thumb. It was then she planted a friendly peck on the cheek. "At least you were honest with me… that says a lot about you." She walked away with her backpack in tow.

A deep breath came from him until a text on his device came, from the director herself. It held an attachment with her commentary.

The attachment held a list of names either listed alive or deceased. What occupation they served, what branched they still serve or formerly served. The commentary read sent chills down his back.

"You weren't the first."

His eyes widened, he looks at the people who shared Ron's fate, the files claimed them to be hospitalized due to 'suspicious circumstances'. He'll have a talk with Wade and see where it goes from there.

As time passed, he was able to get through the school day. He dreaded his next location, knowing what will be the outcome. He would've asked Bonnie that if she could drive him to the diner, but feeling that they would both need a little alone time would probably suffice, being attached to someone like a leech isn't good… so it's best for them to ride out the waves alone. He appears at a sidewalk and sees a taxi coming up, he signals it. Luckily the driver hit the brakes and stopped for him.

He got in and told him the location of interest. As Ron was in the back of the car, he wanted to search for other means of transportation now. He sees a motorcycle, which had a olive green paint job. He sees the price and with a carefully placed decision, he buys the bike. Now, it ships to his new home as he waits. But he would want more than just a bike, normally that's something for himself, but maybe there should be a car in there for him, in case if he's traveling with more people… but he decides to flag it for another day. He feels like each day would become more busy than the last.

"We're here." The driver said as he sees the location of interest. "Thank you." He says as he enters the restaurant. The feeling of uneasiness filled within him. He kept a straight and uninterested look on his face. He wanted to get some stuff off of his chest and walk away from this place. He looks around and sees the denizens eating their meals and minding their respective businesses.

He walks to the middle of the entryway and sees a two people sitting next to each other, yet they weren't facing each other. Ron could make out who the people were because of his familiarization with them. His parents. The seat that was in front of them, it was reserved for him.

All he had to do was spend a couple minutes and say his piece. Sitting with them, even being in the same room with them almost made him retch in disgust. He walks to the chair, seeing his parents look at him, with their oblivious thought, yet with a look of concern.

"Ronald, how are you doing? We heard what happened?" His mother's voice gently said. She just witnessed her son sitting down, not giving her a passing glance. His look suggested hostility and disinterest. He shrugs his shoulders as he folds his arms while shaking his head. "Heheh." He quietly chuckles. "I don't even know where to begin, but what good would it do if I told you? It's the same routine; you come back for a couple days, then you head back on your little trips, right? You say you'd come back in a couple weeks, when it's been months, it happened when I was a kid, it's happening now." Ron kept his voice in check, not wanting to start a scene with the patrons watching. Both Mr. and Mrs. Stoppable saw the plight and disappointment that their son was subjected to.

Ron's father then spoke to him. "We see that Ron, you're right… we've haven't been a major part of your life like we supposed to… and I can appreciate you not raising your voice at us… but show some respect when you're speaking with adult figures."

"There were people other than you two that raised me and they all said to me that you earn respect and uphold that. Treat people how you want to be treated, right? When I was a little baby, yeah you took the time to be a family, you had my respect and appreciation by then, that I know. But when you two started going away for a long time, there was no one in that house. I didn't even know how to cook, didn't even know how to use a microwave. See when the Possible's, our next door neighbors saw me at that house all alone, that was when they raised me… they taught me what I needed to know and actually took the time to be parental figures in my life. They earned my respect and appreciation." He says. "The minute that other people began to raise me and saw me as their own was the minute you two messed up. So now… you call me here… but even I know this isn't some 'hey, let's go out to eat' type of thing. So why are you really here?"

His mother fidgeted with her hands and spoke. "We heard what was happening to you, saw the news, read the newspapers. When we heard about what happened, the poisoning and the breakup… you shouldn't have gone through things like that on your own. We know it happened months ago, but we still should've known about something like this. Even if we apologized now, I don't think it'll help but we are sorry… we're so sorry. Ron… we failed as parents and… we want to do right by you."

Ron leaned back on the booth. Shaking his own head. "It's too late… I'm sorry, but that's the truth. I've got a house where I can actually live in, I'm in a relationship right now, I'm back in GJ, Kim and I made up and now I've got so much to do and I can't deal with this drama right now. I'm not gonna yell at you saying what should and shouldn't have been… because it's already took its course. I'm not holding a grudge, I'm not angry, I wanna be as mature as I can be about this. I'm not trying to hate you, but rather… we just go our separate ways and head down our own roads."

Their eyes showed shock. Ron had a house? That's what they heard clearly. "When were you gonna tell us about this house?" His father said.

There was a line he despised. He knew what it meant and how it kept affecting him. He could hear it in his head, using their voices. He was always on its receiving end… but now it was time to say it. He stood up, his palms resting on the table. Before he walked away from the diner and vanished from their eyes, he said it.

"This is my way of telling you."