Great
Ron was walking to school alone again today, in the rain. 'Only 3 more days and I'll be able to walk with KP again.' He thought, leaning his head forward to shield his eyes from the falling drops.
"You want a ride?" A familiar, sweet as honey, voice asked.
"No thanks… Bonnie." He responded, not turning his head to look at her. 'She has some nerve, asking me if I want a ride. After what she did yesterday.'
"You shouldn't be walking in the rain… You'll catch cold."
"I'll be fine thanks." He continued down the sidewalk, not breaking his stride.
She accelerated the car past him and slowed down, opening the passenger door for him. "Get in Ron. I'm serious."
"So am I." He side-stepped to the right, and continued on his way. Leaving her behind him.
To say that Bonnie was mad… would be an understatement. She was livid. 'How could a loser like him ever think of turning me down? Especially after yesterday? So what if I snitched on his girlfriend? I grabbed his thingy…' Her face briefly showing a look that could be described as lustily disgusted. 'Doesn't that count for something? I mean, I'm probably the first girl that's ever touched it.'
She fixed her eyes on his back, locking onto target, as she slowly revved the engine. When he was in position she dropped the car back into gear and sped toward him, he was going to pay. She smiled as he turned to see the red rocket bearing down on him, his feet frozen to the ground unable to move. She laughed knowing that he wasn't going to escape her retribution.
He was trapped, like a deer in the headlights of a semi going 100 mph. 'Bonnie's actually going to do it.' Was the last thought that went through his head before the car hit…
The puddle.
Ron was drenched, soaked to the skin. 'Great. All wet. What a way to start the day…again.' He shook off as much of the water as he could and continued on his way. He'd have time to dry off in the bathroom before school, hopefully.
Dreamweaver
Ron slogged up the hall to his locker, wet footprints marking the path he walked. "Hey KP." He opened his locker and hung his backpack and jacket inside.
"Ron what happened to you? You're soaked." Kim asked, running a hand down his sleeve in a halfhearted attempt to dry him.
"I fell down." He lied, deciding that Kim had more than enough reasons to hate Bonnie already, she didn't need another.
"You need to be more careful Ron." She chastised.
"I know…" He turned slightly away from her, sounding hurt. "It's not like I tried to fall down KP."
"Ron I…" She began softly, wanting to apologize.
He turned suddenly, a goofy grin threatening to split his head in two. "Gotcha KP!" He grabbed at his sides laughing, "You shoulda seen the look on your face… priceless."
"Very funny Ron." Kim blanched, mockingly laughing with him. "hardy har har."
Ron calmed taking on a serious look. "Sorry."
"Apology accepted… So, did you get my message?"
Ron nodded his head. "What did you need me to do?"
"Go to Club Banana and pick me up a bottle of lotion." Nonchalantly spoken as she grabbed her Chemistry book.
'Spank time!'
'Shut up.'
Ron paled. What if Stacy were there? It would look really, really weird for him to be buying another bottle. He whined. "Couldn't Monique get it for you?"
Kim pursed her lips, "Ron…"
Ron took a half-step back, blushing slightly, whining even more. "It'd be embarrassing. Me." He thumped a hand on his chest in an 'ugh… Me am a man' manner. "Buying… girlie lotion." He had left her little choice, she used… It. "Not the pout!" He cringed, trying his best not to look at her.
"Pwease, Ronnie?" She pleaded playfully poking him in the ribs. "Pwease?"
He broke after only a few seconds. "Fine."
She smiled, well smirked actually, he was like putty in her hands. "Thanks, Ron." She handed him 30 dollars. "Get a small bottle… you can use the change and get yourself a smoothie."
Ron grimaced, "Smoothie."
"Or maybe a Naco instead." She quickly suggested.
He perked up, "Mmm Naco." Pausing, as if recalling a distant memory. "That reminds me… I had the weirdest dream last night… about you. Well you and me actually."
Kim gulped her heart back into her chest. Had her dream been his too? Was it a shared dream? Were they that in tune with each other? "Really?"
"Yeah. It was…it was… strange. Weird. We were at Bueno Nacho." He began. "We were in our booth." Kim smiled inwardly at his description of their booth. "I went up to order..."
'So far, so weird.' Kim thought, up to this point the dreams were identical.
"…Two burritos. But, when I got back to the table there was only one burrito on the tray." He shook his head. "It was weird… You grabbed the burrito and when I looked at the tray there was… there was a really small taco on it." He held his fingers about three inches apart, illustrating just how small the taco was. "And, get this… It was in a soft flour tortilla. Isn't that whack?"
Kim nodded her head in agreement. "Whack."
"Anyways." Ron continued. "The taco, it didn't have any meat or lettuce on it, just some feather shredded cheddar cheese in one end and tomato slices in the other end."
A perplexed look graced Kim's face, did Ron know what this dream was about? 'Probably not.'
"I don't like veggie tacos, you know that, so I asked you if you wanted it. But you said 'no' and started nibbling on the burrito. Not really eating it, just nibbling. So I decided to try the taco, figuring if I didn't like it I could take it back."
"Take it back." Kim repeated, almost silently.
"Right, take it back." Ron nodded. "I took a bite of the cheese end. It was okay but not really that good. I mean I probably could have eaten it, but… For some reason I really wanted to eat the tomatoes. I don't know why either…I hate tomatoes." He stuck his tongue out, bleh. "So I took a little, tiny bite."
"They were great!" He nearly shouted, throwing his arms out to the sides. "I couldn't stop eating them KP. The weird thing is… No matter how many I ate, I never got full and the taco, it never got smaller." Kim was squirming by now, having to listen to Ron describe his dream to her. "Then Rufus jumped out of my pocket, squirted a bunch of sour cream all over the table… and I woke up." He finished anticlimactically, dropping his arms.
Kim was blushing, profusely. "Only you could have a dream like that Ron."
