Location: Tipton Hotel

Time: 9:00 A.M Saturday

POV: Third Person

The two woke up to a light knock on a door, stirring in the other's arms. Bonnie's head rested on Ron's pectoral over his heart that was beating madly. Ron's arms rested on the small of her back, holding close with in them.

Ron didn't dare to look down at the person atop him but he could feel their eyes watching him. He swallowed the lump in his throat and decided to be the first to speak. Memories of the night began to assail him with the cries of a woman's voice and her cries for him to give her more at the forefront.

"I know what we did last night wasn't intentional, and…that I'm not your first choice…." He said in a sullen voice that nearly broke. "But I…. Everything I said…. I meant it." He heard a gasp come from the person in his eyes. "Since freshman year I've…." He paused to take a breathe to ease himself. "Been in love with you." The person in his arms set themselves up, but he could still feel their eyes on him. "For a long time I've wanted to be closer to you, it's one of the reason I even joined the squad…. I just… desperately wanted to prove myself to you, maybe even earn a bit of your respect so that you could see me in a better light. You may not believe me, or even hate me now and I'm okay with that. If you never want to see me again I'll go away as far as you want, but I…. You have always been the person pushing me when I stagnate, you've never lied to me, at least not about anything that's ever truly mattered. I know I don't have a chance with you, and that you might be in love in someone else…." He said as his voice broke as he spoke to her. "I don't want to complicate things between us, or cause you any problems, I just needed to say this before it was to late…"

He looked up at her with blurry that still hadn't been able to just to the light oflr the beating they took. When his vision finally returned to him he found himself locked in eye to eye contact with someone he didn't expect.

"Bonnie…."

It was out of shock more than anything else, but he could not take his eyes away from her own. It wasn't Kim Possible he'd slept with but BONNIE ROCKWALLER! That night he hadn't seen a face but for some delusional reason remembered Kim Possible taking care of him at the party…. No, he realized to himself. He was drunk, beaten into a light concussion and partially unaware of his surroundings. The last thing he clearly remembered was his head ach getting worse and reacing into Bonnie's bag for another pain killer.

That meant that he Ronald Dean Stoppable most likely forced himself on their high-school's vicious Queen B. The color drained from his face as he glared at him with the most passed off face he'd ever seen. Ron felt his world shattering as she got off of him she walked towards the door, finding two menus that had been slid under the door. She picked them up walked back towards him tossing a one at him.

"I'm gonna go shower, your bathroom is that way." She pointed in the opposite direction. Grab your crap, shower and get dressed, after that we're eating and I'll give you a ride home. I don't want to hear a peep out of you or catch you trying to take a peak at this tanned ass. Wait for me to start my shower first, I don't want to see little "Ron" ever again."

"Bu—"

"What the hell did I just say, Stoppable."

She warned with hellfire in her eyes making him slam his mouth with a loud snap. He nodded taking a final look at her fleeting form, in shock as she swayed her hips like the diva she was. Ron lowered his head in shame as rose from the bed and to wash away the pain he felt stabbing at his heart.

The rest of the morning was really smooth. Ron avoided her gaze and focused on his meal, while Bonnie enjoyed her amazing 5-star meal. The couple were escorted to a back entrance used by high profile guest. There was a cab for Ron, while a valet stood by Bonnie's car with the driver's door open and a bow. Ron took a step towards the cab.

"Where do you think you're going?"

He stopped turning in her direction but kept his head low avoiding looking directly at her.

"You're riding with me, Stoppable. Got it."

She ordered and he simply nodded going for the back seat.

"Passenger seat, I'm a heartless bitch, but even I have common sense, Ron! For once act like you respect yourself."

He raised his head to look and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Eyes down, loser."

She sighed.

"Just keep your eyes on my hips when you look in my direction until I tell you otherwise. Now come on, I have other stuff to do, today."

Ron blushed faintly which didn't go unnoticed by Bonnie or the stationed attendants. Ron sat in the passenger seat, putting on seat, while Bonnie did the same in the driver's seat putting on designer glasses while she drove. It was going to be an interesting drive.

Location: Middleton Highway

Time: 9:15 A.M Saturday

POV: Bonnie Rockwaller

He was silent, not even a peep from him. He looked worse than he did yesterday, but I couldn't even enjoy it. I didn't hate Stoppable and at times I had to admit that he was more than just a loser. He became a millionaire in the middle of high-school, a master chief and a better fighter than most of the empty headed loser I usually talked to.

[I 've always only ever cared for you]

For some reason the loser's words echoed through my head. I looked at him from corner of my eye. He was shaking like a leaf. Is he scared I wondered to myself before placing a hand on his knee.

"Calm down, Ron. I'm going to embarrass or ruin your life."

I could feel his eyes on me, and feel his fear. It made me smile a bit.

"You know, Ron, for a guy who puts himself in life and death situations you're a real push over. I like that, it's cute on you."

He took his eyes off me and look in the other direction. He was hiding a blush from me, but at least he wasn't shaking with fear anymore, He was still shaking though. I pulled up to his house, and waited for him to unbuckle his seat belt and open his door before I stopped him. I cupped his chin with my hands bringing him face to face.

"I don't love you, Ron. But I do have respect for you, keep acting like you have a pair and being yourself, and the right girl will come along eventually and you'll make her happy. You weren't bad in bed either."

His good eye opened to the size of a saucer and his face was pretty much radiant.

"Ugh…"

He groaned in pain as my Left hand grabbed his balls. I leaned forward letting my sunglasses slide down my face far enough so that he could see my eyes.

"And if you tell anyone about this I won't just ruin your life. I'll have your balls served on a silver platter and make you wish you were dead, got it!"

He nodded quickly with a look of submission on his face that excited me for some reason. The mad dog, looked like a wounded pup. I decided to give him one last gift for getting me on the 12th floor, and showing me a better time than I expected. I leaned in kissing him deeply and giving him one last taste of the woman he loved. I broke off the kiss and whispered hotly in his ear.

"Later, Loser."

He shuttered as I gave his ear a light nibble and Little Ronnie a tender rub. He stared at me frozen in place before I pointed to his house. He got out closed the door gently and stiffly walked towards his home. I pulled off, driving home so that I could change out of these sweat drenched clothes, and take my birth control.

"I wonder how much he meant last night, knowing Stoppable and what happened this morning it all was. If he lives up to what he said, and doesn't go crazy on me I might just reward him again."

Thinking about what we did last night and how he made love to me, made me feel dizzy. I shook the thoughts from my head and decided to forget about what had happened. Ron Stoppable just wasn't… man enough for me. Instead I thought about how jealous Connie and Lonnie would be and the bragging rights I'd have once Monday came around.

"To think that Loo… no, Ron would be the person I needed to upstage Kimberly."

I bit my tongue when I realize what I just said, if I ever saw him again it'd be too soon, and I'd have to for at least another year.

"You'd better behave, Stoppable."

Location: Stoppable Home

Time: 2:00 P.M Saturday

POV: Third Person

"I can't sleep, Rufus."

His friend scampered over to pillow where Ron laid his head. When Ron returned home the mole rat had been excited, and then fearful when he saw his friend's face. He looked like he'd been a fight, and rather serious one from the injuries that he could make out. Ron had picked him up and gave him a smile that said "I'm Just fine" but having seen Ron's long spiral into depression the mole didn't have faith in Ron's words. That temperament didn't shift until his friend stripped into his birthday suit and CHANGED HIS UNDERWARE and put on a fresh shirt. At first Rufus only noticed the bruises on his friends ribs, but when he noticed scratches on Ron's chest and back a different theory formed in the mole-rats mind.

Inconspicuously he took a whiff of his friend's discarded clothing from a distance, and picked on the scent of another mixed in. His friend had also smelled of lemon soap, which was too expense for his friend to even consider buying. A little known fact about Rufus was that his keen nose could pick on the most minor of changes in the air, and the scents that lingered on humans that they had tried to wash away. He picked up on the scent that belonged to a female, that was strongest near his friend's croch.

Rufus recognized this, because of Ron's mother and father when they thought he and Ron were sleeping. The following morning the smell of the mating Ron's parents had lingered on their genitals for up to, two days. While he didn't know how it had occurred, he knew for a fact it was true, but his friend looked troubled and that hurt the mole rat. After having waited patiently for hours and having had enough of his friend's mumbles.

Being a good friend, the mole-rat did what any real friend would and kicked him in the face.

"What was that for, Buddy?"

Ron asked as his friend rambled at him.

"Night! Talk. Now."

The mole-rat demanded with his arms crossed. Ron's eyes widened while Rufus maintained a stern expression.

"Buddy nothing happened, I just got in a fight and—OWW!"

Rufus snagged Ron's ear twisting it until he got answers.

"Okay, okay I'll talk."

Ron aimed a serious smile at the mole-rat. When ever his friend gave him that look it meant that it was a super secret, and when things were super secret that had to go to their secret place to talk; The attic. Ron picked up Rufus, placing him on his shoulder as he stood up and made his way to the hall. He pulled the string bringing the ladder down and climbed inside, closing the door after them. The pair walked towards a corner where he knew all mobile reception would die, ensuring his secrecy. Unlike Kim he knew that spying on him was secondary since he was only a side-kick, so the surveillance on him was minimum.

"Okay, Buddy, this is big, like crazy big and I need you to keep calm."

The mole-rat nodded all ears and completely serious.

"So…. I lost my virginity last night."

Ron pause waiting a reaction that never came. His friend was loyal and knew how to read Ron, and knew there was more to the situation so did not loss his air of seriousness. Ron smiled in appreciation.

"It All started with this one guy who stole a cat that had gotten out and tried to shave it. The guy was loaded so I doubt he had himself under control. The owner and her husband walked in after they started and refused to hand it over. I was across the hall, playing a card game with some pretty cool guys, and I…should have gotten their phone numbers, but that's not what's important. I'd had a few drinks by then and heard the yelling and went over to help. I managed to get the cat out of the jerks hands and gave it back to the rightful owner. The big guys didn't appreciate that so I did what I do best and distracted the jerks while the couple got away to get help."

Ron took a deep breath and sighed heavy.

"They wanted to fight, not kid around but actually fight, and I… I really wanted to hurt them, I took the first guys out but then more of their friends jumped in. They stomped me out a bit before help came and then, Bonnie came. The last thing I remembered was leaning on her, before I saw her as Kim. I think I got hit pretty hard, and with as many drinks I had I, made a move on Bonnie, thinking it was Kim. I said some things and we'll. We had sex…."

Rufus's eyes nearly shot out of his head but he composed himself as he got the feeling there was more.

"That's not even the craziest part. When we woke I told her that I loved her, and that everything I said last night, was true and I said some crazy stuff last night. After I finished spilling my heart to her, I looked down and my vision came back. She got off me, we showered, had breakfast then she drove me here. She told me to keep what happened between us a secret or else, the part I can't stop thinking was what she said before I got out the car. She kissed me, told me she respected, that the right girl would come along and that I was good in bed. That's why I can't think straight… Kim's got Eric and she's basically gone, and Bonnie, she was nice and now I'm so confused. Like I'm living in some sort of weird bizarre world."

Rufus patted his friend's hand.

"I don't know what to think or feel, but if one of my biggest bullies thinks I should show people what I'm really like, maybe I should. Ya'know, be me and do what I want to do. Rufus, do you think we should pursue the chef life?"

In response the mole-rat grabbed a pin and pad they keep in this area for such situations. Rufus wrote elegantly as to give a full voice to his thought. He feared that if Ron pursued his cooking habit that food would become dependent on food alone to sooth the pain he felt. Instead he thought of a better course of action.

Rufus had an understanding of human habits a bit. He knew that humans after milestones had the potential to adapt for better or worse depending on who was there for them, and what path they chose. Feeling this was his best chance to help Ron grow into a male that could one thrive in the jungles of human society, and perhaps find a proper mate that would stand by him if he fell. He knew Ron would out live him, and at 3 years of life didn't seem himself living past 15yrs of age, as the life he shared with Ron would no doubt become more dangerous. It was time for him do what he could to save his friend from himself.

Ron picked up the paper and saw that the writing was a surprisingly list of things to do, and how to improve himself, and the first thing on the list was.

"30 minutes of combat meditation?"

Location: Rockwaller Home

Time: 5:00 P.M Saturday

POV: Bonnie Rockwaller

Basking in the glow of my sister's envy and being the center of attention in the girl's Photo Book group chat. Hell, even Crystal's sister found out and wanted to know, for a moment I feared they'd find out I was with Ron. Luckily the jocks had done such a good job of working Ron's face over that he was practically unrecognizable and the way he dressed helped out. The only thing they knew was that I'd hooked up with some hot college guy. As much as I wanted to deny it, the sex was a nice cherry on top.

The only problem I had now were all the love bits he'd left on me, it was going to take the better part of the weekend for them to fade.

"Fucking octopus."

I said standing in the mirror tracing over the hickey on my neck. Thankfully the best and most loyal friend was on her way with some aloe Vera rub. Dressed in pajama pants and a loose fitting, I picked up my phone as it started to buzz. It was Tara, she'd sent me a text message.

"I'm here."

It read. I rolled my shoulders and went to meet my best friend at the front door.

"Bonnie!"

She cheered jumping into arms giggling, she really was too sweet for her own good, but that's why I love her.

"Hey, Tara."

I said giving a big hug back.

"You ready for movie night?"

I asked as she produced large bags. Both looked like they could burst at any second. I took one of the bags and motioned for her to come in. I set up the snacks while Tara got in her PJs to join me in the living room. I'd won the coil flip which means I got to pick what we watched. This was our ritual for when one of us was completely home alone. When we were younger our parents were always too busy to spend time with us. Tara's father was a high-power lawyer and had to travel, and her mom was a humanitarian travel nurse that spent a few years helping children born with clef pallets. My father was a creative director's assistant, who was desperate to replace his boss never made time for me, and my mom had her time taken from me thanks to my bitch older sisters. Things with Tara got better, but mine was up for debate. Now that my mom had time for me she didn't know what to do to connect with me, which had mixed results.

"Ready."

My friend said taking a spot near me.

"So what did you pick?"

"Oh, about that. I picked out a movie named "Dead-Pool" it's one of those dopey action flicks, James Morgan, on the basketball team talked a lot about. I figured I could use the brain drain."

"Oh, I heard about it. Some of the boys said it's sorta romantic."

My eyes bugged. I did not need any lame dude romance flicks.

"On second thought maybe we could watch something else—"

Tara stole the remote and pressed play.

"Aww come on, Tara."

She pursed her lips together pouting, taking me out of the fight.

"Dammit, Tara….* sigh* fine…."

The movie started off with a shit talking idiot killing some random on the highway. Then it went off to a cut away of the main guy, who was little too goofy for my taste, but he made up for it with his style. Then the love interest was introduced; a fuckin' prostitute. For some reason they actually feel for one another, a jackass mercenary, and a survivor of a the night. After the romantic segment ended I whined a bit. It was actually kinda cute, the rest of the film was more emotion than action. The ending kiss was sorta earned, but overall, I couldn't see myself watching it alone again.

I snuggled into Tara's shoulder as she put on her pick. WALL•E, it was kinda a dumpster fire, but it had it's moments, when that junk robot and the white one hugged and got close I started to think about him. He was a loyal, kind, gentle idiot but so not my type, but…what if he was, maybe—

"Hey, Bon?"

"Yeah, T."

"You're thinking about that guy from last night aren't you?"

"Huh? What gave you idea, T?"

"Because when there was a cute scene with WALL•E and EVE you kept touching the hickey on your neck. Plus earlier, when we were watching Dead-Pool you kept sighing wistfully. So, do you want to talk about?"

"I what?! No you've got to be lying! Why would I be thinking about—"

"It's eating you up inside isn't? Was it Brick?"

I looked up at her with a look of hurt on my face.

"T, he's your bow, I wouldn't hurt you like that. Do you think I'd—"

She placed her index finger on my lips stopping my protest.

"We broke up weeks ago, Bon. You weren't paying attention to because you've been jealin' on Kim's new thing. He actually wanted to get back with you last night, I'm dating James Morgan. That's why I knew about the movie, Dead-Pool. We were talking about it at the table earlier in the week."

"Oh, I'm real sorry, T."

Tara laughed softly at me.

"You don't have to apologize, you've been super busy recently so I get it. So, is the new guy a bit older than us?"

Tara asked tenderly, making me scrunch my face disgust.

"Ew, no he's our age, a total dork and—"

I covered my mouth to keep from speaking further with the biggest blush on my face. Tara looked at me in shock, the only time I'd acted like this was when Ronald Reiger fell on top of me during a school dance.

"He goes to our school doesn't he?"

"What I—"

She smiled coyly at me. Sometimes she was too smart for her own good.

"So he made you forget about, Brick Flag."

She giggled. I groaned into her side in defeat.

"Twat ged damn octicus!"

I mumbled, in defeat into her thigh and she chucked.

"So he did!"

"Ugghhh."

I groaned again.

"I've never seen you act like this over a boy, Bon. You like him don't you?"

I shot up and screamed my protest.

"NOOO!"

I shouted kicking my feet in the air, as I laid on my back.

"He's an idiot who got attached and said some dumb shit, okay. Who tells some they're in love during sex and the morning after?! Like, how little self respect do you have to have? And who kisses someone after a cum swap. I deliberately fucked with him to piss him off so he'd fuck me like a bitch and instead he quote on quote wanted to "Fuck you like a lover". The asshole had to nerve to cover me in hickeys because he didn't want any one else to touch me because they only see me as a piece of meat! I mean he's kinda right but still!"

"Did he?"

"Did he what, T?"

"Fuck you like a lover?"

Tara asked me as she laid on her head on my stomach. I sighed in defeat, and as long as she doesn't find out who.

"Yeah, he did… as much as I hate him for it, he was… different and it's messing with me."

I ran my hand through her hair steadying myself.

"He was the only guy I've hooked up with that focused on me. What makes it worse is that I believe him. He loves me, and I… liked how he treated me. But I can't be with him, T. He's just too low on totem pole."

Tara cuddled deeper into my stomach letting me know she was going to say something embarrassing.

"Bon, you don't have to follow a rule you made up. If you want to give him a chance you can keep him secret until you know the kind of guy he is."

I shook my head.

"I already know what kind of guy he is, T. That's why I'm so skittish, I can't take him to prom or make my FWB because of his lifestyle."

"But you're still thinking about him?"

"Yes, T…."

"Then maybe if he passes the three-day rule, maybe the two of you can go on a date."

I looked down at the blonde laying atop me and smiled softly.

"What is it with you blondes and fluff."

She looked up me with a bright smile.

"So he's blonde is he?"

My eyes widened as she buried her face in my stomach and laughed at my distress. Blondes were a different breed of people.