Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible. Impossible? No, Disney hasn't returned my calls is all.

Bonnie and Ron made their way to Club Banana and started to look for the other couple. After looking around Bonnie spotted Kim browsing in the summer section and waved to her. Ron kept nervously looking around, half fearful that another scene like at Victoria's Secret was going to play out.

"I thought you two got lost. Where have you been?" inquired the red head.

"I needed to pick up something on the way here," said Bonnie holding up her sack.

Kim's jaw dropped, "You got Ron to go in there? How?"

"Got him in without realizing it. From there it was easy... Just needed to make sure there was a drool bucket," grinned the brunette.

Ron turned bright red again, "Can people never leave my utter embarrassments out of their conversations?"

"No, Ron, we can't," answered a voice behind him.

"Oh, no."

"Relax, Ron," said Monique as she came around him. "Kim has filled me in."

She looked at Bonnie with a critical eye, then she looked at Ron. "So I guess the rumours are true?"

"What rumours?" asked the brunette and blond.

"You two are an item, especially after the dance and you two having mad monkey love."

"Monkey love? That is just sick and wrong Monique."

Bonnie looked at Kim. "Ron has this thing about monkeys, bad camp experience."

"Ah, okay."

"Yeah, the boy here has some majour bad camp experiences. Kidding about the monkey love thing Ron. Though I wouldn't be surprised if there are some rumour like that by the time school starts Monday."

"Monique, I know we don't really have anything to do with each other, but I know how you can do rumour generation and control. Could you keep everything low keyed?"

"I can with out a problem, but I am doing it for Ron. Don't get me wrong, I could get to like you, but I want to see how you are first."

Ron looked between the three girls, "Uh, so... Are we through here?"

"Nope I wanted to check out the shorts remember?"

"Shorts, right. So, KP, where's Josh?"

"Arcade, he really didn't want to shop."

"I told Ron he could do that, but he said no. Isn't that sweet?"

"Yeah, it is," Kim said as she thought about the times that Ron would go strait to the arcade when she started shop mode.

"Well I found the shorts that I was looking for. I need to try them on. Be right back," she said with a kiss on Ron's cheek.

After she had gone to the changing room Kim stepped in front of the glazed over face her friend. "She said it was okay for you to hit the arcade and you turned her down? You really got it for her, don't you?"

"KP, I have no idea what you are talking about. I mean, it's not like I haven't gone shopping with you before."

"Only when I force you to stay with me to carry the bags, and that is with Bueno Nacho bribes most of the time. You willingly chose to stay with her while she shopped, in some cultures you two would be married."

"Give it a rest, KP. I like being around her; she makes me feel special. She makes me happy. I like her, KP. Maybe, more than like. All I know is that I can't stand being the third wheel much longer, if I am included at all."

"Ron, I just don't want you to get hurt. You look after me on missions; think of this as me looking after you."

"Then give her a chance, give me a chance. And PLEASE give US a chance. That is all that I am asking. Friend to friend."

"Okay, Ron, but if she hurts you..."

"She won't, KP, I have this sense about getting hurt. Not going to happen."

"Okay, just be careful...," Kim stopped when she saw Monique waving her over.

"Just a minute, Ron," she said and then headed over.

"You have got to see this, girlfriend."

"Oh, my...," Kim said just loud enough for Ron to hear.

"Do you think he can handle it? You know him best."

"I am not sure, one way to find out though," turning to Ron the red head shouted, "Ron get over here."

Ron with eyes as big as saucers stumbled towards the changing rooms. Kim could swear he was mumbling something like, "Baby steps, Baby steps."

"Close your eyes, Ron, and don't open them till I tell you."

Ron closed his eyes and then Kim positioned him.

"Okay open them."

Ron opened his eyes to be greeted by the vision of the bare foot of Bonnie. He trailed his eyes up and gazed at her calf, her knee, then her thigh. Ron felt his heart skip a beat as he kept looking up until the leg pulled back into the changing room doorway. "Ron-Ron? Want to see the shorts?"

All that the teen could force past his throat was a, "Uh huh."

There were three sets of giggles as the door flew open and out stepped Bonnie. Kim thought Ron was going to feint, but didn't. Ron looked at her. She was in a pair of knee length cargo shorts and a very modest tank top with the words 'Got Me?' on the front.

"But, but but..."

"But what, Ron-Ron? Thought I had a pair of shorts on like these?" she asked as she held up a piece of cloth that Ron guessed she called shorts.

"These are something Monique showed me on the way here. These," she pointed to what she had on, "are what I came here for. But one can't argue with Monique's fashion eye, or her salesmanship."

"Flattery like that will get you using my Club Banana employee discount."

"I hope so. Mom put a restriction on my credit card this week."

After Bonnie had changed back into her own clothes and paid for her purchase, they left and met up with Josh at the arcade.

Ron looked at his watch, "We need to start heading back to my place."

"I guess it is getting that time. Kim, I never thought I would say this, but it was nice spending the day with you."

"You too, Bonnie. Guess things can change."

Josh noticed the Victoria's Secret sack and smiled to Ron, "You are in."

"What?"

"A girl doesn't take you to that store unless she wants you to see what you are getting later."

Ron shakes his head, "Naw. She just needed to pick something up. We aren't like that. We're taking things slow."

"Whatever you say, but I am right."

With that Josh went over to Kim and they left. "What was he saying, Ron-Ron?"

"Nothing much, just razzing me."

Bonnie's eyes narrowed, "He was?"

"Bon-Bon. It's okay. I was a male bonding sort of way."

"So did it have to do with bodily functions or sex?"

If Ron had a drink he would have done a spit take. Since he didn't it sounded like a motor boat. "What?"

"Ron, I have been around enough guys to know that they bond in one of three ways. One, physically, either through sports, or beating up on things, each other, or together on other people. Two, through talking about bodily functions. I have no idea why. Three, talking about sex, usually with the females they are with at the time, or ones in the past. So which was it?"

"Bon-Bon, please."

"Tell me and I will model my purchases for you. Pwease," she said with a puppy pout.

"Not you too? Does every girl I know have that face memorized?"

Bonnie's lip quivered as she nodded. Ron broke, "You don't have to model. It was the third one."

"Ron-Ron, I know I don't have to model. But I might want to do it for you. Is that okay?"

"When we get to that point, if you want to, then yes."

Bonnie kissed his cheek, which started to turn red. "Let's go, your parents will be waiting."