Honey Pot chapter 10
Sticky
It was a beautiful Colorado fall evening. The clear blue sky was slowly darkening, the Sun was setting, the owls hooting. Below there were isles and isles of identical two story homes and perfectly manicured lawns. The papers that were delivered that morning were just now being read by their returning owners. Nothing was out of place in this ordinary quaint neighborhood in the city of Middleton. In one solid rust colored home with a blue roof, a worn red sedan pulled up in the drive way along with a shining new solid red with white racing striped dodge charger roaring in next to it.
"Woooo, this thing's a beast!" The driver roared out his window as he parked his wonder machine. The man soon stepped out while leaving it on, rubbing the top to feel it purr. "I.N.D.L.T!"
"Don't get used to it." A woman quipped as she got out of the Sedan next to the charger. "Monique's little friend won't be staying long."
"Killjoy." The man pouted, folding his arms, before he sighed and turned off the car. "A.C.D.C.H?"
The woman laughed as she shook her head. Behind her in the Sedan, Ron looked confused at the display through the backseat window. Next to him, the girl he was forcibly bonded with at the hip and fellow side-kick barked out a laugh herself.
"My dad said 'I've never driven a car like that', and 'A man can dream can't he?'.
"Well, now i know where you get the acronym thing." Ron shrugged. "Didn't he miss a few letters?"
"Yeah-ha, he's not very good at it." Monique shrugged herself before pointing at both car doors. "How you wanna do this?"
"Monique, honey?" Mrs. Ramsey asked as she opened the door to Ron's side. "Are you and your little friend alright, do you need any help?"
"No mom, you just chose for us." Monique answered as she pushed Ron and herself out the open door, only when Ron tried to stand up Monique's weight from inside the car pulled him back down with both landing on the hard pavement next to the car. "Owww."
"Are you two okay?"
"If they're not I can drive to the nearest pharmacy or something and get a first aid kit, or aspirin. Hell I could even take them to the hospital in record time with this-"
"No dad, we're fine."
"Well can I go get something for dinner?" Mr. Ramsey asked, eagerly flipping the keys in his hands, as both side-kicks got up and dusted themselves off.
"Wait, I thought i smelt pizza in the car?"
"Anyone need dri-"
"Hon, if Monique's little friend's okay with it you can play with the car later." Mrs. Ramsey sighed. "Now, come inside and lets have dinner."
"Awwww." Mr. Ramsey whined as he slumped over to the passenger side door of his wife's car and took out the pizza's. "I'll set these up in the kitchen."
"Thanks hun." Mrs. Ramsey nodded as she fallowed her husband. "Hope you like Mini-hot dogs, mushrooms and pineapples."
"Please tell me she's kidding?"
"Nope." Monique smirked as they walked to the front door. "Think of it as payback for jump-starting my old man's mid-life crisis. I was hoping I'd be outta the house before that happened."
"Yeah, I probably should'a seen that..." Ron droned off as they both stepped into the Ramsey house.
The millionaire side-kick was dumbstruck when he saw that the Ramsey family home was practically identical to his own before the renovations. The same front door to the living room layout, Kitchen with counter opening to the living room, and a stairway leading up to the second floor which he can only guess where all the bedrooms where. Looking into the living room itself, Ron saw that it had the same old style Tv on the same old wooden stand in front of an identical couch, and same old decades worn style of carpet. The only difference being other colors.
'Its all the same... Except for-'
"You okay there, string-bean?"
"Huh, o-oh yeah. I'm fine. Its just that I've never been in any other house around here. Well except-"
"That super fancy, post modern house with a huge hard, glass and stone walls on a hill." Monique shrugged. "Yeah, sorry man. N'ting like that here. Just the same three bed, two bath like every other house in this neighborhood. The only dif is the paint and the carpet."
"Yeeeaaahhhh, like that." Ron answered, raising his eyebrow. "But it does look good, better than how my house was before. Just from the fact that you guys don't have the same cat puke green carpet."
"Oh and crap brown is so much better?" Monique joked, pointing at the floor below them, as she laughed with Ron joining her.
"Hey, when I renovated my house i called in top rate exterminators. Does your house have the same cockroach problems?"
"I-I.D.W.T.A.I." Monique cringed as she turned away, well as best she could attached to Ron. Ron himself tried his best to fallow her acronym with his fingers.
"Hmmm, I. D. W. I, no wait it was a T. the-"
"String-bean, note. Grossed-out. Face." Monique chastised as she pointed at her eyes, and indeed. The side-kick millionaire could see his backup teammate was cringing before him.
"Gotcha." Ron snapped his fingers.
"Kids! The food's ready and get'n cold." Monique's father hollered.
The two side-kicks quickly made their way into the kitchen, when they did the millionaire was surprised and disappointed to find that Monique's parent's weren't kidding about the toppings on the pizza. For a guy who has eaten so much fast food, Ron could hardly take the smell as he and Monique made it to the table.
Both side-kicks pull out chairs and put them together before they awkwardly sat down. Neither was completely on their own chairs but sharing parts of the other. The two side-kicks quickly ended up lightly shoving each other. Hopelessly trying to get comfortable.
"Are you two okay?"
"No. No, we're not." Monique groaned, frustration dripping out of her mouth. "Its been like this since this morning. We can't really sit down."
"Desks, chairs, stools. Whatever. Nothing works, and you can only sit on the floor for so long before it hurts." Ron sighed as he started rubbing his sore rear end. Hearing this the Ramsay parents looked at each other before the father stood back up and walked out of the kitchen.
"Hold on, i think I have something for you two." Mr. Ramsay said before both side-kicks heard a door slam shut and saw him come back with a large but old beanbag chair. Both side-kick's didn't even have to look at each other as they both grabbed for it when Mr. Ramsay handed it to them. They were that desperate for comfort. "Its not much but try it out."
Both side-kicks got off the chairs and push them to the side before they sat down on the large beanbag chair. As the air in the old piece of furniture squeaked out both teens were visibly relieved beyond words, even tearing up a little bit as they stretched their legs.
"I don't think I've ever seen someone so happy just to sit down before." Mr. Ramsay noted with his wife nodding with him. "Do you two want me to talk to the school tomorrow morning about using the chair?"
"No thanks dad. I'm sure Wade is working on it." Monique answered stretching her arms and legs again. "Odds are he'll find a way out of this before we know it."
"Thank god." Ron sighed, tilting his head back. "I don't wanna waste another free day at school, taking classes that aren't even mine."
"We heard what happened with the explosion." Mrs. Ramsay said as she sat down across from her daughter at the table, grabbing a few slices before handing them to the side-kicks across from her. "How could the school let a room get that bad?"
"They used to teach a class in there way back when." Ron answered grabbing his slice and thoughtlessly taking a bite. "The last time it was used was 2 years ago. But just two students, me and Kim, and only for one semester. After that it was forgotten and left to rot."
"From what I heard the teacher got... bit by a Badger?" Mr. Ramsay asked.
"Mauled by a Raccoon actually."
"Ohhhhhh Raccoon. That on top of an explosion." Mr. Ramsay laughed, anger in his voice. "Honestly, the school's lucky only the teacher got hurt. If any of the students got so much as a scratch from that they'd probably have a riot on their hands. Hell, if Monique was in that class... I.W.N.B.R.F.M.A."
"I. W. N. R. M. No, it was an A?" Ron asked as he listed on his fingers.
"It'd be bad, string-bean." Monique playfully rolled her eyes as she finished her first slice.
"Uh, okay. But wait, Monique wa-" The millionaire side-kick felt a jab him in his side. "N-never mind. Hey, how do you know all this? Did Mon tell you?"
"Actually it was... Mr. Barkling?" Mrs. Ramsay answered, as she handed more slices to the teens across from her. "He was the teacher that got hurt. He's been calling parents so we can all sue the school for what happened. Monique might not have been in it, but we're seriously thinking about it."
"Uh, hate to burst the bubble here but the school is actually dirt poor right now." Ron explained as he bit into his second slice. "If the school was sued, the best you'd do is close it down. Wouldn't really do much."
"How do you know about that?"
"Well, it makes sense. Why do you think they let me and Kim go off on spandex patro- missions, during school. It brings them and the town a'lotah publicity." Ron answered. "Besides, that class was mine. The lawyer I hired took care of all the red tape for me so I could teach it. I actually paid for the whole thing with my naco royalties. That's how I found out about it."
"Really?" The Ramsay parents asked looking at each other. "Monique told us that you recently came into a lot of money, but we thought you lost it all or some'ting."
"I got half of it back. To bad it wasn't insured."
"Why'd you fund a class?" Mr. Ramsay asked. "From what Baby-girl told us, that's not at all how you used it before."
"Exactly, I'm trying to use it different this time." Ron answered finishing his second slice. "I'm trying to make more instead of just spend it."
"Well, how would your class help?"
"I first got my fortune by making the naco. But I never patented it. So I'm not gonna get any more royalty checks. I'd use the class to make recipes and test how popular with the other students in the cafeteria. Patent the best ones and sell'em to whoever'd buy'em. The school let me do it because I paid for the class, and any profits I'd make on school grounds would get pumped into their budget."
Ron explained with a smile before he drank the rest of his cup. After he put it down the millionaire side-kick could see the impression he made on not just the Ramsay parents, but also their daughter attached to him on the beanbag chair.
"Sooo, Good. Bad. What do ya think?" Ron asked.
"It-its good." Mrs. Ramsay spoke with her husband nodding with her. Monique's look of surprise and question didn't change. "Well it sounds good. But ah... Can you really patent food?"
"According to my lawyer, I can."
"Well it's pretty creative sonny-boy." Mr. Ramsay nodded as he finished his slice. "Managing to put it all together like that? Impressive. But I gotta ask, why didn't you just invest your money in like stock markets or mutual funds? Sure, they're not as glamours as your idea but they're easier, cheaper, and better safety net."
"Uhhh, never thought of that to be honest." Ron shrugged.
"Wait, Ron, isn't your dad an accountant or something?" Monique asked.
"Well actuary, whatever that is." Ron shrugged again. "But he never mentioned anything."
"Well, I admit I don't know a lot of people connected to that kind of stuff." Mr. Ramsay shrugged himself. "But if Team Possible needs anything from the regular guy down the street I'd be happy to help."
"Thanks Mr. Ramsay, I-uh'll be sure to ask."
"Hey, we managed to talk you through eating the pizza without you noticing." Mrs. Ramsay noted pointing to Ron's empty plate.
"It wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be. Kinda like a reverse sandwich." Ron shrugged as he pulled out a small note book with a lock at its side and covered in hello kitty logos. Seeing this, Mr. Ramsay laughed and playfully jabbed his wife's side.
"See honey, kids these days are still fans of the kitty."
"Yeah, you got me." Mrs. Ramsay nodded as she got up from her seat and picked up the plates from around the table. When she got to Monique's she whispered to her daughter. "Or just the weirdo's."
"Hey Sonny-boy, with everything you just told us how do you still have time to go on those missions with Kim?" Mr. Ramsay asked, while Monique was still nodding at her mother.
"Well actually Monique has been filling in for m-" Ron was stopped again when he felt another jab at his side, though this one was harder.
"What?" Mr. Ramsay asked, both he and his wife with full surprise on their faces. While still holding his side, Ron could see Monique was anxious with fear as she looked back and forth between him and her parents. "That's great!"
"Honey, we're so proud of you!" Mrs. Ramsay cheered as she raced around the table and wrapped her arms around her daughter. Monique herself just sat there frozen and confused. "Give your mom a hug!"
"Baby-girl that is so fantastic!" Mr. Ramsay nodded as his wife kissed the top of their daughter's head before backing away. "Why didn't you ever tell us that?"
"Uhhh, I didn't think you'd go for it." Monique answered. "Its dangerous."
"Sure it is honey." Mrs. Ramsay quiped as she rubbed her daughter's head. "Being on a hero team will open up so many doors for you."
"Uhh, actually being a side-kick is dangerous." Ron insisted. "I've done it for years, let me tell yah."
"Sonny-boy, let me do a run down here on what me and the Mrs. have seen on the news in the last month or so." Mr. Ramsay said as he held up his hand. "We've got A: A crayola colored duo consisting of a heroic burn out and a 'mad genius' wash out. B: A nut case with a monkey fetish who spent all his families money on insane plastic surgery. And my personal favorite C: A crazy in a kilt mad golfer."
"Ronald, if we thought the school was in any sort of danger because one of the students was a super do you really think we'd enroll our daughter?"
"But guys being a side-kick is dangerous! Just look at this," Monique pleaded as she tugged away from Ron and pointed at the small glowing effect the bond was emitting to keep the side-kicks together. "I wouldn't be surprised if one of these day's I get turned into a poodle."
"Oh stop exaggerating." Mrs. Ramsay laughed as she nuzzled her daughter's head again. "Besides, I thought you liked dogs."
"Mom." Monique sighed as she slid her mother's hand off her head.
"Baby-girl, that B.O.B. is the most dangerous we've ever seen or heard from team possible's… Help me out here honey. What do they call it?"
"I think they're called 'adventures'."
"Yeah, adventures. So baby-girl, you've got our go-ahead to keep do'n what you're do'n." Mr. Ramsay nodded before he looked back down at the glowing bond. "Hey, I got one last question: with that B.O.B… how do you two go to the bathroom?"
"Uh-heh, we-we've been holding it." Ron awkwardly laughed. "Been do'n it all day."
"This is actually the first big meal we've eaten." Monique explained as she bit her lip. "Wade's sending us some S.D.D.T."
"Sensory deprivation device thing." Ron spelled out as he grabbed for the pitcher but was stopped when Monique slapped his wrist.
"Huh, we could probably help with that." Mr. Ramsay said as he walked over to the same closet he got the beanbag chair from and came back with a large pair of industrial headphones, sun glasses, and some duct-ape. He then taped the two together along with the lenses before tossing them to the side-kicks.
"Mine!" Ron cheered as they both jumped for it.
"B.S! My house, I get first crack."
"Have fun you kids!" Mr. Ramsay hollered. "Don't forget to finish your homework tonight."
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Across those same suburbs in that neighborhood a red mini-van rolled. Inside that mini-van was none other than the heroine Kim Possible sitting in the front passenger row, and bonded to her side was her school nemesis Bonnie Rockwaller. Both girls did their best to avoid and ignore not only each other but the rest of the Possible clan sitting in the car. Kim on her wrist kimmunicator. Bonnie on her smartphone.
"What do'ya got for me Wade?"
"Nothing substantial yet," Wade explained before he opened a window showing a map of east Germany onward with red pings dotting the landscape. "but I found power surges all over Europe. So that means-"
"Dementor." Kim determined, conviction and focus strong in her voice. "Keep me posted."
"What the hell?" Bonnie gasped as her face was hit with a yellow jell. The queen Bee blocked a white salvo with her hands. Turning to her side, Bonnie could see the Possible twins in the back row giggling their asses off, blown sauce packets in their hands. Seeing this, Bonnie's left eye twitched as she felt and heard her heart thump loudly in her chest. "Oh you little- Kim do something about your brothers."
"Mom-" Kim called, holding back laughs herself. "Mom, tweebs are being… tweebs."
"Hey, be happy our aim was off." Tim laughed.
"We were shooting at you!" Jim chuckled.
"Boys," Anne chastised. "be nice. We have a guest."
"We're sorry." Jim and Tim answered back, almost robotic as they looked slyly at each other before they slid their hands in their sandwich doggy-bags.
Bonnie groaned as she tried her best to wipe off the condiments, taking deep breaths. The heart thumping she heard, dying down. Looking behind her Bonnie saw the same two mistakes of life giggling at each other as they twisted a few more packets. They quickly stopped when they caught the Queen Bee staring at them and hid their hands behind their backs. Smiling innocently at her. Bonnie glared at them before giving them the finger. The two simply snorted before making faces and blowing raspberries. Bonnie felt and heard her heart thumping again.
"Little shits." Bonnie whispered as she shook her head and took another deep breath. Bonnie then looked to her side and saw Kim was back on her stupid smartwatch before switching to the Possible parents in the front seats making what had to be the corniest work talk she'd heard.
"Yeah, Dr. Cook is a bit of a know it all and Dr. Kramer loves giving pointless stories about the 'old country' but I'll be darned if it didn't surprise me that they brought enough pizza for everyone in the lab today."
"Thats great hun," Anne nodded at her husband. "my MD. Kinda did the same thing after my biopsy with the secretary of state."
'This family is so weird.' Bonnie thought as she tried to rest her head in her hand only to feel something gooey hit her again.
"Ugh, it got in my hair! Kim, do something about your stupid brothers." The Queen Bee cringed as she grabbed for the napkins again, but quickly felt the heroine next to her straighten up. Bonnie looked to her side and saw Kim's normal green eyes flash yellow.
"We're sorry." Jim apologized innocently, almost robotic as he saw his sister turn around.
"We promise we won't do it again." Tim apologized in the same practiced tone, but their smiles quickly dissipated as they saw their sister smiling herself and holding back their own laughs before sitting back down.
'Thank god I'm the youngest.' Bonnie thought as she saw the twins whisper to each and pointing between the Queen Bee and the heroine. The twins nodded to each other and began twisting another couple of packets. Bonnie looked over at her reluctant partner and smiled. 'This should be good.'
That very moment another salvo of yellow and white condiments hit the teen hero on her left cheek and hair. Finally hitting their mark the twins began laughing historically. Bonnie herself smirked happily at this. All three were just waiting to laugh even harder for Kim to explode in anger. But when the heroine turned around, instead of being red with rage, Kim was laughing along with them before she whipped some of it off her cheek and liked her finger.
"Great shot tweebs." Kim liked her lips laughing. "That tasted great."
"That is just..." Jim cringed with a blank face.
"Creepy." Tim finished. Both twins looked at each other for a moment before turning to their respective windows and ate their subs in silence.
'What in the Asssssss-' Bonnie raised an eyebrow at Kim as she sat back down, her eyes flashing neon yellow before reverting to their usual green. The heroine herself shifted her hair out of her face as she looked down at her wrist only to be surprised when she felt the condiments.
"What the heck is this?" Kim asked as she whipped the mustard out of her hair. "Jim. Tim. What did you two d-"
"Bonnie?" Anne asked as she turned a corner. "We're coming up on your house."
"Just park on the curb."
Bonnie told Anne as she unbuckled her seat belt. Soon enough the car stopped fallowed by Kim opening the mini-van door. But when the heroine tried sliding out, the twins took one last shot with their packets for their sister, but missed again and it Bonnie square in the face.
All who saw this were locked in tense silence. Bonnie felt and heard her heart thumping loudly again as she roared.
"Come here you little shi-" As Bonnie was still attached to the heroine, when she lunged it caused Kim to slip out of the seat and fall. Dragging Bonnie with her, both girls landed hard on the pavement. Bonnie felt her heart race with anger as she rubbed her aching sore tale-bone and heard the twins laugh themselves silly inside the van. "Kim."
"Bonnie." Kim spat back, rubbing the ankle she landed on.
"Girls. Girls, don't make me separate you two." James joked, laughing at himself. Kim sighed, crossing her arms as Bonnie's eye twitched from the sheer frustration and bewilderment. Seeing what happened, Anne silently shook her head at her husband. "Old man's still got it."
"Boys." Anne addressed sternly. "Hand over your sandwiches and packets. You'll have them back when you get home."
"Kimmy-cub." James waved as the two cheerleaders stood up. Bonnie's eye twitching was swapped out by a smirk from the pet name. "Have fun at the slumber party."
"Your father's right Kim. Try to have some fun." Anne nodded as she shut the door and started driving down the road. The two cheer leaders awkwardly stood up and almost tripped over each others feet as they started walking.
"Now you know why we're staying at my place tonight." Bonnie took a deep breath to calm herself down. "The only family I hate more than my own are yours."
Instantly the secret FSA felt the heroine's body flinch straight and saw her eyes flash neon blue.
"You hate your family?" Kim weeped into her hands, clearly on the verge of tears. "That's so sad."
"What?" Bonnie asked, folding her arms confused. "Oh knock it off drama queen. Chill, I don't hate my whole family. Just my sisters. They're gone, thank god."
"But its still so sad."
"Kay? I'm the one who's head just got covered in your bro's sauce. Shouldn't I be the one having a nervous break?" Bonnie asked, her head tilted to her side. Instantly Kim stood straight and her eyes flashed neon yellow.
"Ha!" Kim barked out a laugh. "That sounded so wrong."
"Yeah, I heard it the second I said it." Bonnie rolled her eyes, waiting for her cheer captain to get it out of her system. But Kim just kept laughing, soon enough with tears running down her eyes. "Jesus Kay, it wasn't that funny. How old are you, 12?"
That very moment the heroine's body flinched straight with her eyes returning to their natural green.
"Huh-What?" Kim asked as she whipped her eyes. "Wa-was I crying? What happened?"
"Are you okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, you're you. That's one reason." Bonnie quipped, giving Kim a look. As Kim shot back a annoyed look, the secret FSA shook her head and started walking. "Whatever, just try to keep the spaz attacks to a minimum when you're at my place. My mom's still here."
Kim shrugged as they both walked up the drive way. Quickly Kim noticed a shiny white convertible car with the top down.
"Are you expecting company tonight… or does that actually belong to you guys?" Kim asked as they walked by the car. Bonnie smirked, fully enjoying the look on Kim's face. "This thing looks brand new."
"Yup." Bonnie smugly nodded. "Nice right. Hand made. Got it from Europe."
"How expensive is this thing? How can your parents afford it?"
"Oh, they didn't buy it." Bonnie explained with a proud smirk as she tapped on the passenger door. "And its not theirs."
"You got it from Ron when you were his 'girlfriend' didn't ya?"
"Kiiiinda." Bonnie shrugged. "Big bucks Ronnie didn't give it to me but I did buy it with his money."
"Oh jeez," Kim rolled her eyes. "How much money did Ron actually give?"
"What does the shiny red jem tell ya?" Bonnie quipped pointing to her ruby belt buckle she was wearing. "That give ya some idea?"
"Why haven't I ever seen you drive this thing?" Kim asked. "Usually when you got something to show off you rub it in people's faces ASAP."
"Still waiting for all the paperwork to come through." Bonnie admitted, shrugging her shoulders. Not even bothering to deny or defend her snobbishness. "But I am wondering what this thing is doing out here? It should still be in the garage. I don't want birds turning this thing into their private toile- oh shit!"
"Bonnie, language." Kim scolded as the FSA raced them both up the driveway.
"Suck a cock Kay. If I'm right I am not gonna be able to to deal with your G-rated PC bullshi-" Bonnie cursed as they finally made it to the garage door. Looking through the small window and saw none other than a car that belonged to a particular set of twins. "Oh, why are they here?"
"Who?"
"Nnnnno, it couldn't be- oh crap." Bonnie cursed as she raced off to the house's front door and into the living room. "Mom! Mom. Oh mom?"
"Bon-Bon?" Mrs. Rockwaller asked as she walked into the living room from the dining room. Instantly Kim smirked at the pet name and jabbed her squad-mate. Bonnie sent Kim an annoyed glare before shifting back to her mother.
"Mom, are Connie and Lonnie here?"
"Of course they are Bon-Bon." Mrs. Rockwaller nodded. "Its family night."
"Nahhh." Bonnie groaned.
"Oh, so you've heard. I'm so sorry Bon-Bon."
"Heard what?" Kim asked.
"That her father won't be home for dinner." Mrs. Rockwaller groaned. "He was so good this week. I ask all of us to be together for one day for a family dinner and your father picks this night of all nights to work late. I swear that man is a workaholic. Oh well, I'm sure he'll make it up to us. Now, are you going to introduce me to you're friend Bon-bon?"
"Mom, this is Kim. Kim this is my mom. You met each other at the school ski trip in freshmen year."
"Oh yes, Kimberly Possible. I remember you." Mrs. Rockwaller greeted as she shook Kim's hand. "You're a black widow type super who goes on mission impossible kinda stuff right?"
"Uhhh, not exactl-"
"Yup, pretty much." Bonnie rolled her eyes as she pointed at where their hips were attached. "Now because of some stupid villain crap we're stuck together."
"Wow, not afraid to just dump all of that on the front porch are you?" Kim rolled her eyes this time. "Mrs. Rockwaller, I know this might seem weird, but-"
"Oh its no problem. Don't worry about it." Mrs. Rockwaller shrugged. Both cheer leaders looked at each other before back to the lady of the house. "I'm just glad we have a guest since Donnie's gone tonight. Besides, I'm always happy to meet my daughter's friends."
"Well I gotta do something." Bonnie explained, crossing her arms as she turned and headed up the stairs to her room. "I'll see ya at dinner."
"Mom? Was that Bonnie?"
"Yes. Be nice to her. We have a guest tonight." Mrs. Rockwaller answered to her older daughters standing to her side. The two didn't even answer as they walked passed her. Mrs. Rockwaller shook her head as she went back into the kitchen. "Kids."
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"Okay, just sit and try to keep the crazy down and away from me. I've got some work to do." Bonnie ordered they both walked over to her bed, grabbing her laptop on her dresser as they did. As the FSA opened up her laptop she felt the heroine's body flinch straight up. "So much for that."
"Wow," Kim cheered in wonder as she looked around the room. "Look at all this new stuff. I've meet billionaire heiresses, world class actresses, and models and you've got the same make-up table that they do. The exact same mirror and light bulb pattern. From what I can see you've got the same products too."
"You've got new lamps and bed sheets too." Kim bubbly noted as she padded the bed they were sitting on. Bonnie raised an eye at the heroine for a moment before she continued typing. "Your closet? Oh my gosh, look at all those pretty shoes underneath all that platinum club banana merch!"
"Kay, I get it. I got a lot of cool new shit." Bonnie groaned. "Just shut up for a minute."
"Ron must'a really liked you to give you all this."
"Ha," Bonnie snorted as she continued to type away. "I was his first girlfriend. Of course he liked me."
"When you two were dating I thought you were cute together." Kim laughed. Instantly the FSA stopped dead in her tracks and turned to the yellow eyed heroine. "Yeah, everyone knew why you were with Ron but I still thought you guys were cuties."
"Wha-" Bonnie shook her head in bewilderment. "I'd never work. That's why we're not dating now. Even though he's got his money back."
"I think you guy's would still be cute as heck." The delusional Kim giggled. "Ron's a nice guy. Sure, he's a bit weird but give him a chance and he'll make your life wonderful. Just look what Ron's done for me. Look at all the amazing thing's I've done. Without Ron's help, I probably wouldn't have been able to do half of'em."
"Wow," Bonnie looked at the happily sporadic heroine for a moment as she sent the E-mail. "you must be going through something right now to just dump all that on the front porch. If any of that's true, why didn't you make a move on Ronnie?"
"What?" Kim laughed. "I've known Ron my whole life. He's been my friend for so long he's practically family. You? You've been mean to him this whole time. But the one week you were nice, you two were so cute!"
"Huh. Whatever is making you spaz out got you talking crazy." Bonnie shrugged, instantly she felt the heroine's body flinch solid again and her yellow eyes return to their normal green. "Ugh."
"W-what do you mean?" Kim asked, rubbing the back of her head confused.
"Ha-ah," Bonnie barked, frustration dripping out of her mouth as she felt her heart loudly thumping in her chest again. "What so I mean. What do you mean? What's up with you? What, on your last spandex patrol were you dipped into some neon chemical bath that makes you spaz out every couple minutes."
"Uhhh-" Before Kim could answer she heard her wrist mounted kimmunicator ring. "Wade."
"I don't have an exact fix but Dementor's location is the Bavarian alps. Your ride will be to your location soon."
"I'm on my way." The heroine answered, but as she tried to get up she was weighed down by the 109 IB's of dead weight that was still sitting on the bed, ending with both sliding off the mattress and down on the newly carpeted floor.
"Seriously?"
"Sorry…" Kim awkwardly apologized as both cheerleaders got up and dusted themselves off. "For that and we're both gonna have to leave now."
"Oh whatever, I've had enough togetherness." Bonnie pointed to the glowing bond at their hips as she set down her lap top. "And I'll take whatever reason to get out of family night."
"Why do you wanna leave so bad?"
"You remember my sisters?" Bonnie asked with a lop sided frown. The heroine could only give her a blank stare. "Yeah, but before we go I have to shower or something. There is no way I'll be caught dead with mustard in my hair in countries like France, China, or Cincinnati."
"Since when is Cincinnati a city?"
Instantly the cheerleaders saw both of Bonnie's sisters standing in the doorway. Bonnie felt her heart slow but thump louder.
"Its a city like France." Lonnie corrected as they both walked in.
"This is Connie and Lonnie. My two older sisters. Way older." Bonnie smirked at her sisters annoyed looks.
"Hi, I'm-"
"So don't care." Both older twin sisters answered in an almost robotic way that reminded Bonnie of Kim's younger brothers from the car ride.
"You see Amy-"
"Kim."
"Whatever. I got all the brains." Connie gloated.
"I got all the looks." Lonnie boasted.
"Bonnie got the rest." Connie joked before both twins laughed themselves out the door. Bonnie looked down, her heart thumping gone. Bonnie looked back up and glared at her door.
'Fuck those two.' Bonnie thought as she bit her lip. Instantly the FSA felt Kim's body flinch straight. 'Oh lord.'
"Why those stuck up little witches." The heroine spat as she charged at the door. But Bonnie stood her ground, leaving her crazed cheer captain running in place. "I am gonna beat you two like rented mules."
"As much as I'd like to see that, its not happening to night." Bonnie sighed as she managed to slip off the wrist mounted Kimmunicator off the raged hero.
"Kim?"
"Nooop. Not this time Wayne."
"Wade."
"Whatever, anyway I need back up if me and Kay are gonna go anywhere." Bonnie announced as she tilted the screen at the still enraged Kim. Of which the FSA was only barely managing to hold back. "Because there is no way I'm going on spandex patrol with Mrs. Basket case over here."
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"Okay, carry the 6. Minus the 4..." Monique mumbled as she scribbled away on her desk. Beside her, Ron was bored out of his mind as he waited for Monique to finish her homework. Tapping his fingers on the desk. "Please stop. I'm almost done."
"Woop, sorry." Ron apologized, pulling his hand away. The millionaire quickly grew bored again as Monique scribbled away on her worksheet. "Hey can I-"
"For the hundredth time, no TV."
"Coul-"
"No."
"Fine." Ron sulked, leaning his head on his hand as he felt his phone vibrate. Taking it out he saw the ID and started reading the text. "Hmmmm."
"Finally finished..." Monique sighed before she all but slammed her head on the desk.
"Holy crap." Ron said as he turned toward his partner. The moment he touched her she nearly jumped out of the bean bag chair.
"I'm up. I'm up. I'm..." Monique yawned. "Just really tired."
"Its cool. If you're up for some bon diggidy down time I'd be cool with it." Ron shrugged. "Now that you're done we can head back to my place. You do your thing, I do mine. Win-win."
"Yeah, sorry String-bean." Monique said shaking herself awake. "But ah, we're still attached. Besides, I don't think my dad would go for it. He's a bit protective."
"I get it. Either way, I got high hopes that Wade will have Dementor's longs'n lats here soon and we'll finish the mission and-"
"NO! No no no no no more missions. Missions no! Nah-ah."
"Monique?" Ron asked, tilting his head to the side at his shaking friend. "You okay?"
"Uh," Monique answered as she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. Its just that I don't think I can do this any more."
"What do you mean?"
"The missions. Its just so much."
"The fighting?"
"No, well not really." Monique rubbed her eyes. "Kim does most of that. Usually I just trip over a power cord or jam a candy bar into a slot. Maybe distract them with one of my screams. Its really all the other stuff. All the running. The fricking insane travel hours. The lack of sleep alone. The handful of missions I've been on? I.B.D.M.N!"
"Uhhh, I. B. D. N. No it was a uh-"
"I don't think I'm cut out for this Mission- super stuff alright? When you dropped the bomb on my parents tonight I was seriously hoping that they'd forbid it me being Kim's tag-a-long."
"Oh trust me, I get it." Ron nodded rubbing the back of his neck.
"Wha-Really?" The reluctant replacement side-kick asked, relief dripping out of her mouth. "Ugh, Thanks… Seriously though? You and Kim'ave been do'n it for years and I've just been do'n it for a few weeks and can barely keep up."
"Yeah, it takes some getting used to. Now you know why I sleep all the time in class." Ron nodded as he rubbed Monique's back. Ron couldn't help but smile as he saw the obvious comfort he was giving her. If it was coming from the back rub or what he was saying he didn't know. "Here are some tips. Eat lots of that delicious, delicious, tasty cheese. Good for carbo load. You know how much junk food I eat? If it wasn't for the missions I'd probably be three times this skinny size right now… well that and the gym."
"I still can't believe the gym thing." Monique laughed. "Come on String-bean, whats the real reason? And I know its not some dumb bet with Felix. If it was he'd just have you buy'em lunch."
"Uhhh, b-because I-I-I-"
"Just stop. I'm not gonna push if you don't wanna tell me."
"Thanks Mon."
"But I am gonna take a shot in the dark and say its for a girl."
"N-not exactly." Ron answered, Monique instantly barked out a few giggles.
"Well that's more than most guys do to impress a girl." Monique joked as she lightly jabbed Ron's side. Ron himself shrugged before he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
"Ron."
"Wade?"
"Kim and… well Bonnie, need help. I've got a ride heading your way."
"Got it." Ron nodded as he hung up. "Sorry Mon, but we'll work something out. You can sleep on the ride."
"Nnnnnnnnaaaaaaaahhh." Monique groaned as both side-kicks made their way to the door. "Mom! Me and Ron are going on another mission."
"Give it your all dear!" Mrs. Ramsay hollered as the two left. "Try to make a good impression."
