Bonnie left a message for Ron at his house later that evening. His
mother took it and was quite calm. Bonnie assumed that she thought it
was Kim Perfect calling. At around nine that night, her bedside phone
rang. She was startled, but answered anyway. "Hello?"
"Bon?" came Ron's voice on the other end.
"Hey Ron, how did things go today?"
"eh," she pictured him shrugging on the other end. "Drakken stole some big laser-y thingy and tried to destroy the world, but me and KP put it down pretty quick, once we caught up with him."
"So, eventful day?" she asked laying back with her book in front of her.
"Actually relatively calm. The major drama was when we got back to KP's place. Her brothers had tried putting certain pieces of her clothing into geosynchronous orbit. They're grounded for a week. Kim is grounded for two for what she did to them in return."
Bonnie couldn't suppress a chuckle. "That is priceless. So even Kim Perfect has an end to her fuse. She coulda fooled me."
"Hey, you know I'm tellin' you every thing in the strictest of confidence."
"Yeah, you can trust me."
"Okay, and hey, don't call her that."
"Who what?"
She heard Ron sigh, "Kim, don't call her 'Perfect'"
"Whatever. Hey, um . . . did you want to . . . uh. . That is . . ." Bonnie couldn't manage to get the words out.
"You want me come over again tomorrow?" Ron filled in for her.
"Yeah, can you make it?"
"Are you kidding?" he said excitedly, "I left all my munchies with you. I'm kidding, but seriously, I'll see you in the morning. Same time."
"Cool." With that Bonnie hung up the phone. She felt a bit of a jump in the pit of her stomach. She tried to fight off the feeling, but it was there no matter what.
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Sunday Morning Bonnie actually got dressed. She put make up on and even a little perfume. She wasn't exactly sure why she was acting all weird about Ron, but she knew part of her wanted to look good for him. When she heard the knock on the door she hurried down the hall. She slowed as she passed a mirror and smiled a little as she looked in it and said, "someone things I'm a hottie."
"'Sup Bon. . . ." Ron trailed off when he saw Bonnie standing in the door. She was dressed in a bright red halter top, with matching Capri's. They gave a little of the "pajama" look, but were definitely not comfortable to sleep in. Ron shook his head and tried again, "er . . . I mean, hey Bonnie."
"C'mon in Ron," she said waving him in, he followed her in. They sat back at the table. "Thanks for coming again."
"No . . . No prob," Ron said with a loud yawn in the middle.
"Were you up late at temple?" she asked tentatively.
"Temple?" Ron asked confusedly.
"You are Jewish aren't you?" she asked as she pulled out the oreos and other snacks.
"Oh, well, half Jewish. My mother is Norwegian, hence the blonde- ness. But I'm not exactly what you would call a devout Jew. I haven't really been to temple that much since my bar mitzvah."
"Oh," Now Bonnie was afraid she might have offended him.
"Yeah, so no Temple, I'm just fighting jet-lag from hell. Kenya, Singapore, Hong Kong, London, and Geneva. And all that was just catching rides home. Kim's favor system may help in getting places quickly, but it far from efficient or expedient."
Bonnie laughed again. "I can't believe Kim Perfect's system hasn't already put all major airlines out of business. I guess she hasn't gotten around to that yet."
"Hey, I said don't call her that," Ron said irritable. "She isn't perfect, and doesn't try to be. . . most of the time."
"Coulda' fooled me," Bonnie said bitterly. "All she ever does is make me the winning loser."
"The what?" Ron asked in confusion.
"Its something my dad used to say. He said that second place just made you the winning loser. If you don't get first, then you're the worst. Great guy huh?"
Ron ate a chip and said absently, "And your still following his example."
"That's not true!" she snapped back. "He was snobbish, mean, inconsiderate, and . . . and . . ." Bonnie suddenly had nothing else to say.
"And he never realized it," Ron said. "You just did. You still have a chance to change . . . well, sorta change, 'cause I wouldn't want you to change everything."
She looked at him oddly, "You wouldn't?"
"Nah. If you changed everything, then you wouldn't be you. And like Schwarzenegger said, "This above all, to thine own self be true."
Bonnie nearly choked on the cookie she was eating. "That's Shakespeare, Ron," she corrected with a small smile.
"Same diff' guys with funny names. What it means is what matters." He arched his brows, and she seemed to concede.
Then she returned with, "It's just so hard. She beats me at everything."
"No she doesn't," said Ron.
"Name one thing I can do better than her," she challenged.
"Manipulation," he said simply. "You are good at getting what you want from other people. Kim's only got one trick in that department; the puppy-dog pout."
"Really," Bonnie said with surprise and pride.
"Yup, and even if you are in second place that's still gives bragging rights." Ron said this with an even brighter tone.
"How," she said skeptically.
"Name one person, aside from Kim, that's near your level of gymnastics, or martial arts, or fashion, or beauty . . . actually in that last one I think you win out right."
"Well no one . . ." she began and then realized Ron's subtle compliment. "Thanks, but . . . you really think I'm hotter than Possible?"
"Totally," Ron affirmed. "The whole tint of your skin is very exotic, very hot. You dress to accentuate your curves more, which you have better ones of. Plus your attitude, and hair, and beauty mark . . . It all spells; Hotter than Kim Possible."
Bonnie leaned back and basked in the good feeling she was having. Ron thought she was hotter than Kim Perfect.
They talked for hours afterwards. Eventually Ron looked at his watch and said, "oops, time to go!"
He got up and move to the door, as he was about to leave, Bonnie blurted out, "Walk me to school tomorrow?"
"You want me to?" he asked turning around.
She looked at the ground and said, "Yeah, you and me. I think it will be easier getting there. Just no Kim Per . . . Possible until classes."
"Okay, but I'll have to tell Kim why I can't walk with her, meaning I actually have to tell her who my friend is."
Bonnie bit her lip and conceded, "Okay, just she doesn't walk to school with us okay?"
Ron smiled and stepped toward her, "Deal."
He hugged her and the butterflies in her stomach went nuts. When she went back in she passed the mirror and said with a huge smile, "Someone thinks I'm the hottest!"
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Ron was at Kim's house for dinner. He was trying to figure an opportune time to tell her. That time actually came after dinner when he and Kim went up to her bedroom. She started picking out her clothes for tomorrow, and Ron eventually just blurted it out, "Kim, I can't walk with you to school tomorrow."
She turned to him, "What? We always walk together."
"I know, But my friend that I have been talking to . . . well I'll just say it, Bonnie, wants me to walk her in on her first day back. KP this is hard for her. She needs a friend right now. She doesn't have you like I did."
Kim stood in front of him debating over whether or not to be hurt. "It just for one day," Ron said eventually. "From then on she will have to walk with us if she wants to walk with me." He put his hands on her shoulders, "You are still my best friend Kimberly Anne Possible."
She blushed and rolled her eyes. "When exactly did you become so charming?" she said it sarcastically, letting him know she was okay with things.
He flopped down on her bed and said, "I think it had something to do with the mystical monkey magic. Either that or the naco."
They laughed and talked for an hour, and then Ron had to go home.
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the next morning Ron was wearing what he always did, and he was at Bonnie's house an hour before first bell, she only lived half an hour from school. She rushed outside in a miniskirt, and halter-top. Once again Ron had to shake his head to keep from drooling. She blushed at his look and then took his arm in hers and they headed off.
"So was she mad?" Bonnie asked.
"Not really," Ron said, "Just a little confused. But Bonnie I have to tell you; Kim is my best friend. While I would love to walk to school with you everyday, ditching Kim is a one time thing."
Bonnie looked at the ground. "I know, I just hope I don't make you uncomfortable when I argue with Kim."
"Uncomfortable?" he asked rhetorically. "I have to listen to Kim complain about her period. I think I have overcome being uncomfortable."
Bonnie laughed, and then stopped as the intimidating form of the high school loomed in front of them.
"Ready?" Ron asked taking her hand.
She looked at her hand in Ron's, returned the hold and said, "Yes. As long as you are by me, I'm ready for anything." In her mind she followed the statement with a kiss. But her heart told her it was a little early for that.
"Bon?" came Ron's voice on the other end.
"Hey Ron, how did things go today?"
"eh," she pictured him shrugging on the other end. "Drakken stole some big laser-y thingy and tried to destroy the world, but me and KP put it down pretty quick, once we caught up with him."
"So, eventful day?" she asked laying back with her book in front of her.
"Actually relatively calm. The major drama was when we got back to KP's place. Her brothers had tried putting certain pieces of her clothing into geosynchronous orbit. They're grounded for a week. Kim is grounded for two for what she did to them in return."
Bonnie couldn't suppress a chuckle. "That is priceless. So even Kim Perfect has an end to her fuse. She coulda fooled me."
"Hey, you know I'm tellin' you every thing in the strictest of confidence."
"Yeah, you can trust me."
"Okay, and hey, don't call her that."
"Who what?"
She heard Ron sigh, "Kim, don't call her 'Perfect'"
"Whatever. Hey, um . . . did you want to . . . uh. . That is . . ." Bonnie couldn't manage to get the words out.
"You want me come over again tomorrow?" Ron filled in for her.
"Yeah, can you make it?"
"Are you kidding?" he said excitedly, "I left all my munchies with you. I'm kidding, but seriously, I'll see you in the morning. Same time."
"Cool." With that Bonnie hung up the phone. She felt a bit of a jump in the pit of her stomach. She tried to fight off the feeling, but it was there no matter what.
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Sunday Morning Bonnie actually got dressed. She put make up on and even a little perfume. She wasn't exactly sure why she was acting all weird about Ron, but she knew part of her wanted to look good for him. When she heard the knock on the door she hurried down the hall. She slowed as she passed a mirror and smiled a little as she looked in it and said, "someone things I'm a hottie."
"'Sup Bon. . . ." Ron trailed off when he saw Bonnie standing in the door. She was dressed in a bright red halter top, with matching Capri's. They gave a little of the "pajama" look, but were definitely not comfortable to sleep in. Ron shook his head and tried again, "er . . . I mean, hey Bonnie."
"C'mon in Ron," she said waving him in, he followed her in. They sat back at the table. "Thanks for coming again."
"No . . . No prob," Ron said with a loud yawn in the middle.
"Were you up late at temple?" she asked tentatively.
"Temple?" Ron asked confusedly.
"You are Jewish aren't you?" she asked as she pulled out the oreos and other snacks.
"Oh, well, half Jewish. My mother is Norwegian, hence the blonde- ness. But I'm not exactly what you would call a devout Jew. I haven't really been to temple that much since my bar mitzvah."
"Oh," Now Bonnie was afraid she might have offended him.
"Yeah, so no Temple, I'm just fighting jet-lag from hell. Kenya, Singapore, Hong Kong, London, and Geneva. And all that was just catching rides home. Kim's favor system may help in getting places quickly, but it far from efficient or expedient."
Bonnie laughed again. "I can't believe Kim Perfect's system hasn't already put all major airlines out of business. I guess she hasn't gotten around to that yet."
"Hey, I said don't call her that," Ron said irritable. "She isn't perfect, and doesn't try to be. . . most of the time."
"Coulda' fooled me," Bonnie said bitterly. "All she ever does is make me the winning loser."
"The what?" Ron asked in confusion.
"Its something my dad used to say. He said that second place just made you the winning loser. If you don't get first, then you're the worst. Great guy huh?"
Ron ate a chip and said absently, "And your still following his example."
"That's not true!" she snapped back. "He was snobbish, mean, inconsiderate, and . . . and . . ." Bonnie suddenly had nothing else to say.
"And he never realized it," Ron said. "You just did. You still have a chance to change . . . well, sorta change, 'cause I wouldn't want you to change everything."
She looked at him oddly, "You wouldn't?"
"Nah. If you changed everything, then you wouldn't be you. And like Schwarzenegger said, "This above all, to thine own self be true."
Bonnie nearly choked on the cookie she was eating. "That's Shakespeare, Ron," she corrected with a small smile.
"Same diff' guys with funny names. What it means is what matters." He arched his brows, and she seemed to concede.
Then she returned with, "It's just so hard. She beats me at everything."
"No she doesn't," said Ron.
"Name one thing I can do better than her," she challenged.
"Manipulation," he said simply. "You are good at getting what you want from other people. Kim's only got one trick in that department; the puppy-dog pout."
"Really," Bonnie said with surprise and pride.
"Yup, and even if you are in second place that's still gives bragging rights." Ron said this with an even brighter tone.
"How," she said skeptically.
"Name one person, aside from Kim, that's near your level of gymnastics, or martial arts, or fashion, or beauty . . . actually in that last one I think you win out right."
"Well no one . . ." she began and then realized Ron's subtle compliment. "Thanks, but . . . you really think I'm hotter than Possible?"
"Totally," Ron affirmed. "The whole tint of your skin is very exotic, very hot. You dress to accentuate your curves more, which you have better ones of. Plus your attitude, and hair, and beauty mark . . . It all spells; Hotter than Kim Possible."
Bonnie leaned back and basked in the good feeling she was having. Ron thought she was hotter than Kim Perfect.
They talked for hours afterwards. Eventually Ron looked at his watch and said, "oops, time to go!"
He got up and move to the door, as he was about to leave, Bonnie blurted out, "Walk me to school tomorrow?"
"You want me to?" he asked turning around.
She looked at the ground and said, "Yeah, you and me. I think it will be easier getting there. Just no Kim Per . . . Possible until classes."
"Okay, but I'll have to tell Kim why I can't walk with her, meaning I actually have to tell her who my friend is."
Bonnie bit her lip and conceded, "Okay, just she doesn't walk to school with us okay?"
Ron smiled and stepped toward her, "Deal."
He hugged her and the butterflies in her stomach went nuts. When she went back in she passed the mirror and said with a huge smile, "Someone thinks I'm the hottest!"
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Ron was at Kim's house for dinner. He was trying to figure an opportune time to tell her. That time actually came after dinner when he and Kim went up to her bedroom. She started picking out her clothes for tomorrow, and Ron eventually just blurted it out, "Kim, I can't walk with you to school tomorrow."
She turned to him, "What? We always walk together."
"I know, But my friend that I have been talking to . . . well I'll just say it, Bonnie, wants me to walk her in on her first day back. KP this is hard for her. She needs a friend right now. She doesn't have you like I did."
Kim stood in front of him debating over whether or not to be hurt. "It just for one day," Ron said eventually. "From then on she will have to walk with us if she wants to walk with me." He put his hands on her shoulders, "You are still my best friend Kimberly Anne Possible."
She blushed and rolled her eyes. "When exactly did you become so charming?" she said it sarcastically, letting him know she was okay with things.
He flopped down on her bed and said, "I think it had something to do with the mystical monkey magic. Either that or the naco."
They laughed and talked for an hour, and then Ron had to go home.
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the next morning Ron was wearing what he always did, and he was at Bonnie's house an hour before first bell, she only lived half an hour from school. She rushed outside in a miniskirt, and halter-top. Once again Ron had to shake his head to keep from drooling. She blushed at his look and then took his arm in hers and they headed off.
"So was she mad?" Bonnie asked.
"Not really," Ron said, "Just a little confused. But Bonnie I have to tell you; Kim is my best friend. While I would love to walk to school with you everyday, ditching Kim is a one time thing."
Bonnie looked at the ground. "I know, I just hope I don't make you uncomfortable when I argue with Kim."
"Uncomfortable?" he asked rhetorically. "I have to listen to Kim complain about her period. I think I have overcome being uncomfortable."
Bonnie laughed, and then stopped as the intimidating form of the high school loomed in front of them.
"Ready?" Ron asked taking her hand.
She looked at her hand in Ron's, returned the hold and said, "Yes. As long as you are by me, I'm ready for anything." In her mind she followed the statement with a kiss. But her heart told her it was a little early for that.