Homework
"I was wondering, do you think that…maybe tomorrow… that we could…get, y'know, together and…" Ron didn't have any trouble talking to Tara face-to-face for over 6 hours in the previous 24. So why was it so difficult for him to do now? How hard could it be to say, wanna do homework? "Maybe, y'know, work on my, I mean…work on our Trig homework?"
"I'm sorry, Ron but I have to go to my Grandma's tomorrow." Tara apologized. "I'll be gone all day too; otherwise I would love to help you out."
Ron sighed, "Oh, ok. Thanks anyway Tara." His voice picked up a bit and was almost cheery when he said, "Tell your Grandma I said hi."
"I will Ron, bye." Tara said reaching over her desk, pulling out her Trig homework and a notebook.
"Bye, Tara." Ron hung up the phone and turned to Rufus, his voice fading back into a bleak monotone. "I'm sunk. Guess I'll have to settle for another 'F' in Trig."
"Kim. Tomorrow." Rufus squeaked out.
"You think that maybe if I ask him nicely, Mr. P will let me see her tomorrow?"
'Just don't ask him to hold your wiener.' The little voice advised.
'Shut up.'
Tara
Tara set aside her homework and picked up her phone. Sure, it was late but Monique should still be up. She dialed her number and waited for an answer.
"Hello?"
"Hi Monique, it's Tara." She was on cloud nine; she had finally met her Mr. Right, again.
"Tara, what's up?" Monique asked, wondering what could be so important that it couldn't wait until morning or school on Monday.
"I just wanted to tell you, about Ron. I sort of, uh, bumped into him at Bueno Nacho tonight." She blushed slightly as she leaned back and slowly swiveled in her chair. "We talked about so many things, school, cheerleading, me, him, even Kim. He knew exactly when to talk and when to listen, what to say and what not to say." She ceased her spinning and sat upright. "He wasn't stubborn or annoying at all and…" Her voice dropped to a near whisper, "I think he likes me."
Drakken
Drakken sat back into his chair, the simple assignment he had given the henchman should have been complete by now. Hopefully it went smoothly, after all how difficult could it be to rig a simple contest? The phone rang, and Drakken let it keep ringing, until caller ID showed it was the agent calling in.
"Report." Drakken said after he picked up the phone.
"Operation Ticket was successful." The male voice said over the phone line.
"Operation Ticket? I think you have the wrong number." Drakken was about to hang up the phone when he remembered that was the codename he had given. "Oh yes, Operation Ticket. The buffoon bought a ticket then?"
"Yes." The agent said in an exasperated tone, wondering just what sort of vast Clovian intellect the mad doctor had.
"Excellent." Drakken heard a strange beeping in his ear. "Hold on, I think I have another call." He hated call waiting; he could never figure it out. He pressed the flash button, "Hello? Oh wait let me try again." He tried once again, "Hello?"
"We have a problem…" The informant let him know.
"What sort of problem?" Drakken asked anxiously. He had enough difficulties, his evil scheme was complex, slightly behind schedule and way over budget; the only positive was that Shego would be coming back to him.
"The girl - Tara." A flat voice answered.
"This is not good…" He sighed out as he slumped deeper into his chair.
Sunday Morning
Kim sat in her room talking with Monique on the phone, "…and now they won't even let me leave my room except to go to the bathroom. It's like I'm in prison or something."
"That's harsh. Didn't you explain the sitch to them? About going looking for Ron?"
"I tried but they didn't want to hear it." Kim said as she kicked at a dust bunny near the foot of her bed.
"So what were Ron and Tara doing at Bueno Nacho anyway?" Monique asked, knowing full well what they had been doing…talking.
"I don't know what they were doing for sure." Kim's finger absently found its way into her ear as the painful memory of last night came back to her. "All I know is she had him in our booth, and then they went somewhere in her car."
"Sounds to me like someone is jealous." Monique insinuated.
"Me, jealous of Ron? Please." Kim stated quite condescendingly.
"Not of Ron, of Tara." Monique clarified her assertion.
"What?" Kim was shocked to hear that Monique could actually believe that she could be jealous of another girl hanging out with Ron.
"I quote, 'she had him in our booth'." Monique accentuated the same words that Kim had emphasized earlier.
"I am so not jealous of Tara." Kim tried denying it as best she could.
"Friday night they were practically finishing each other's sentences. Then Saturday night he ditches you to have dinner with her."
"He did not ditch me!" Kim exclaimed vehemently.
Welcome Back Shego
"Hey Dr. D." Shego greeted him in a less than enthusiastic tone as she stepped into the lair.
"Shego!" He shouted happily as he ran to embrace her in a crushing bear hug. "You've come back to me!"
Shego managed to free herself from his grasp and pushed him away, "Uh uh. New rule." She held her arms out parallel to the ground, and began moving them back and forth as to indicate her personal space. "This is now a Drakken-Free-Zone. Got it?"
"But Shego…" His protestation was cut off by the sudden appearance of a fiery green-gloved hand in front of his face.
"Got it?" She asked threateningly.
"Yes, Shego." He whimpered as he cowered away from her.
"So, how's operation Team Possible going?" Shego asked as she took her usual seat and began to file her nails.
