Disclaimer: I didn't receive the rights to Kim Possible for Christmas, so I still don't own any of the characters. I do happen to own two new pairs of pants now though.
Author's Notes: I apologize for this taking a little longer than normal. Multiple reasons, 1. Christmas 2. Mom came to visit 3. The weekend. And 4. I couldn't get to a place that I felt comfortable to stop at. Hope you enjoy this, and thank you to all that have reviewed.
Bonnie pulled into the parking space and killed the engine. She looked over at Ron and smiled. She didn't like to talk while she drove and Ron had obliged her. It was nice to have someone that could take the silence.
Bonnie grabbed Ron by the thigh and smiled to him, "So you still want to be seen in public with me?"
"Sure, Bonnie, why wouldn't I?"
"Lot's of reasons, starting off with all the things that I have called you, then there was the time you got all of the money, and I bailed on you when it was taken. Not to mention the whole me being dissed at the dance."
"Whatever you have called me I don't pay attention to. The money thing, no big, everyone did. And I get dissed all the time, at dances and not, so do you want to be seen with me?"
"Yes, Ron, I do. You were there when no one else was, for no other reason than you are you so I want to get to know that person."
"Cool, we need to meet KP and Josh at the food court."
"Okay, where in the food court?"
"Bueno Nacho Express. Kim knows that I can find it," blushed the blond.
"Okay, let's go."
The left the confines of the car and headed into the citadel of consumerism.
"Kim does know I am coming, right?"
"She sure does. Though she seemed to be a bit..."
"Angry? Mad?"
"Confused. Seems she doesn't quite trust the other side of Bonnie. I told her that this was Bon-Bon, not Bonnie, and that confused her more."
"She wouldn't be the only one."
"It's easy. Bonnie Rockwaller is a social creature that lives to be the top of the food chain. Bon-Bon is an angel descended from heaven that is kind compassionate and fragile. Most of the time you are some parts of both, what happened last night ripped away the Bonnie Rockwaller and left only the Bon-Bon. Like a true predatory creature the Bonnie Rockwaller will return and reclaim its place unless it is kept from doing that," Ron looked at her and smiled one of those smiles of his. "I want to get to know Bon-Bon as best as I can before it comes back."
"You want to keep the creature from coming back."
"I'd like for it not to come back, but the only person that can keep it away is you."
The two walked in silence shoulder to shoulder the rest of the way to the food court.
"I can't believe that she came," said the red head, "This is getting too weird."
"I know, I can see someone wanting to hang with Ron, but not someone like Bonnie," replied the blond boy next to her.
"I hang with Ron."
"Yes, but you have been friends forever," hastily added her companion.
"HEY RON!" waved Kim.
"Hey KP," he said as they approached. "Who is ready for some snackage?"
"I can use something," said Josh.
"Salad, please."
"How about you Bon-Bon?"
"No thanks, Ron, I'm fine."
"I'll get some extra just in case. Be right back, come on Josh."
The two girls watched the boys head away. Kim turned to Bonnie.
"What is going on? I am not sure I am buying this."
"Sorry if you don't. I am not sure if I buy it either, but I am sold on it. I don't like being the head bitch. I know you don't believe that, but it is not how I want to be. You are a lucky person to have Ron. Having only him to talk to me for just a day makes me WANT to be a different person. I want to be a better person because he sees me as one. That doesn't make sense does it?"
Kim nodded, "It does, I know what you mean. Ron sees everything differently from others. He can find the good in anyone, and hold onto it no matter how small."
"Really? Even those freaks that you fight?"
"The regular ones for sure. Drakken, Shego, even Monkey Fist, though the monkey thing still freaks him out sometimes."
"He says that he doesn't want the old Bonnie back, but I don't know if I can do it."
"Bonnie you stay neck and neck with me in gymnastics and cheer leading. If you can do that you can do this. Just like anything else, it takes practice. So, what about you quitting the squad?"
"I thought about it. I was talked out of it. I was given good reasons."
"I am glad, but let me give you my argument, just in case the argument that you were given loses meaning," Kim held up her hand to stop Bonnie from talking. "I need you on the team. You push me. I could not be as good without you pushing me. I am being selfish here; I NEED you on the team. Plus, even though we disagree and fight for control I know that if I have to bail because of a mission I don't have to worry about the squad."
Bonnie sat in silence. She looked at Kim. "I never knew; I never thought. I don't think I have ever heard anyone say they needed me."
Kim patted her on the hand. "Don't forget it. But let me make this clear also, if you do ANYTHING to hurt Ron, you will be in for it," Kim smiled sweetly, too sweetly.
"Kim, I don't want to, I really don't, but I can't promise anything."
Bonnie looked away and pulled a stray hair behind her ear. "I just don't know what will happen when I get back to school. If my sisters get word of what went on, then I will NEVER hear the end of it. You met them. I would never be able to live it down."
A slight tinge of red came to Kim's face. "Why would you want to? If this is what you want, then forget what your sisters say. Do you think I let what my brothers think control my life?"
"Do your parents constantly compare you to them and never think you are good enough?" Bonnie looked at Kim with anger in her eye. "Want to know why I am such a bitch to you Kim? You have it all, you have it FUCKING all! And what do you do? Act like it's nothing, and then you COMPLAIN about it," wept the brown haired girl.
"What's wrong , Bonnie?" asked a blond haired teen behind her.
"Wh-what, Ron?"
"Whats wrong? Why are you crying?"
Drying her eyes she looks at Ron, "Nothing Ron, it's okay. What did you get?"
Ron looked from Bonnie to Kim and back. He noticed Kim cringe just a little. "Double Supreme Nacho Platter, good for a meal or to share. Have some," said Ron offering the conglomeration of chips, cheese, meat, beans, and other things that were not quite distinct enough to identify.
"No thanks, Ron. I'm trying to lose some more weight."
"From where? I mean there is no where for it to go from."
"Trust me. There is NO way I can match the models for next season's fashions."
"If it makes you look like a skeleton, then why would you?" shrugged Ron. "Though I never really got fashion. I found a look that I'm comfortable with and stuck to it. Everyone has one, look at KP; slave to Club Banana, but defaults back to a basic outfit."
Kim's jaw dropped along with Bonnie's; she had never realized the fact. With all of her shopping and clothes, she tended to wear the same outfits, unless she thought about it. Both turned to Ron to see him smiling.
"Yep, ole Ron may not have much fashion sense, but from looking in from the outside he has extensive field experience in the observation of the human species. I go for comfy, Kim goes for cute sexy, Josh the I am cool and an artsy type, and you Bon-Bon do the I use what I have to get what I want thing going on. Not that it is a bad thing, just something to keep in mind. Nacho?"
Bonnie reached out and took one, scraped it off and put it into her open mouth. He has read me, and he is still acting like this towards me? Kim looked seriously towards Ron.
"You mean you have an analysis of the people you have come in contact with?"
"Sure this isn't just a pretty face. Most of our regulars I have down, not to mention classmates. I know what to avoid at school. It gets me beat up less."
"This is interesting," said Bonnie putting another nacho in her mouth without scraping it off. "Mind if I quiz?"
"Shoot, this type of quiz I am good at."
"Brikk."
"Typical jock, excels at one sport and rides that to it's end. Probably compromising for some inadequacy, real or imagined. Praise his athleticism and stay clear when he is feeling threatened."
"Shego," inquired Kim.
"Vain, set in her ways, and angry, probably at herself. That manifests itself as outward aggression, because her vanity won't allow her to admit the anger is at herself. Compliment, compliment, compliment, which is hard to do on a mission when she is trying to kill us," Ron concluded by putting his hands behind his head and leaning back.
"This is too weird," said Josh. "We have perhaps the next Freud sitting here with us."
"No, not Freud, though his insights do have merit. I prefer the Jungian view of psychology."
The three other teens looked dumbfounded at Ron.
"What?"
"I think we are all amazed by this psychological display," replied Kim.
"It started as self preservation, and increased from there. It's just putting yourself in someone else's shoes and going for a walk or run. Rabbi Katz says I have a knack at it. He said he has a friend that once I get into college and get some psych classes under my belt would offer me an internship. That will depend on missions and all of course."
"Ron, if this is what you want, missions can wait. I think everyone is shocked. Especially me. You hadn't even mentioned this to ME."
"Well, KP, if I told you about this, I would have to tell you why, and that would mean that you would want to go after the bullies. That would lead to escalation and wind up in others getting hurt," shrugged Ron. "So not the drama, as the saying goes."
Bonnie's cell phone went off breaking her concentration on the blond boy and his voice. "Hello, Hi, Mom. What? Oh, okay. I understand. No, thats okay. I'm find. Now? At the Mall hanging with some friends. I can, thanks. Bye."
Bonnie terminated the call and looked up. Ron could tell something had changed, so could Kim. "What's up Bonnie?" asked the other cheer leader.
"My mom isn't going to be back till tomorrow night instead of tonight. I'm going to be home alone again," she said while starting to look down at the diminished nacho plate.
"You want to come to my place? You can be sure to get a good meal," smiled Ron.
"I wouldn't want to intrude, remember your mom said you were having company."
"Rabbi Katz and his wife, that means that there will be plenty of food. If it would make you feel better then I will call my mom and check."
Sighing, Bonnie looked at him, "Okay."
Ron smiled and dashed off to the pay phone.
"Why did he do that?"
"What? Ask you to come eat? That is a common thing with our families."
"No, that I get. The pay phone thing."
"No cell, his parents won't get him one. So he uses the pay phone."
"I had mine out, he could have asked me."
"Ah, but Ron wouldn't think of using up your minutes when he could use his own change. Welcome to the weird and wacky world of Ron. By the way, what did you thank your mom for?"
"She said that I could have whoever I wanted to stay over night, and I am going to ask Ron.," replied Bonnie as she looked at Ron returning to the table to see Kim and Josh with their mouths open.
