Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. They are going to abandon her; I never would. I think that this is what you call a life lesson.

Bonnie shook her head to get the two voices to stop arguing and then continued to walk into the living room. She walked behind Ron and placed her arms around his waist. She nuzzled his neck and whispered, "Your mother said it was okay for you to stay the night with me, as long as there is no 'hanky panky'. When do you want to go?"

"What's wrong, Ronald?" asked the Rabbi.

"J-just not used to the attention I guess."

"Ronald, I think you have suffered enough listening to two old men, why don't you run along with Bonnie?" suggested his Mr. Stoppable.

"Uh, okay, would you like to go up to my room?" asked the nervous blond.

"Sure, Ron-Ron."

As they walked up the stairs her heard his father say, "Make sure the door stays open son."

"Yes, Dad."

Bonnie giggled as she entered the room. "What's so funny, Bon-Bon?"

"Just that at my house we are supposed to shut and lock the bedroom doors, yet here we are supposed to keep them open."

"Part of the deal with Mom?"

Bonnie nodded, "I think she wants to trust me but doesn't."

"I think it is more that she trusts us but not the hormones involved."

"You mean the ones that tell me to put on my cheer outfit without anything else on it and do a 'special cheer' for you?"

Ron blushed and stammered. Seeing as he couldn't get the words out he just nodded. "Maybe you should pack a bag. I could help," she said as she went to his closet.

She winced as she opened his closet expecting the worst. His room was clean, yes, but in her experience that meant it was all shoved into the closet or under the bed. She was surprised when she saw that the closet was not a resting place for all types of debris, but well organized. She turned to Ron who was grinning at her.

"You liked that joke, didn't you?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about," he feigned innocently.

"So, where do you keep your clutter?" Bonnie pouted.

Ron smiled and pointed to his head. "That figures," she said as she stuck out her tongue.

"Ummm, please don't do that."

"What? This?" she said as she stuck out her tongue again and rolled the tip up.

Ron looked away, "Yeah, that."

"I'm sorry Ron-Ron. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," she said in her best little school girl voice.

"I know, you were teasing. It's that I am not used to it and am having to deal with a lot of emotions that I am not used to dealing with, at least not with someone so close."

Bonnie crossed the space between them and turned his head to look her in the eyes. "I guess we both have things to work on. I'll help you if you help me."

"I would like that."

"One step at a time?"

"And baby steps at that."

"Well get a bag so we can get packed."

Ron pulled open a drawer and pulled out small duffel and went to the closet. Bonnie followed him to look at his clothes. What she saw surprised her. There were actually some very nice fashions along with an abundance of red and black shirts. "I didn't know you had such good taste in clothes Ron-Ron."

"I don't. Most of these were supplied by Kim and Monique to get me to 'improve' my wardrobe."

"Mind if I pick something out for you to wear tomorrow?"

Ron shrugged, "Go ahead."

Bonnie smiled as she dove into one of her elements. Soon after some false starts and holding up various articles up to Ron she decided on a pair of black slacks and a red shirt. "To bad you don't have any ties."

Ron reached up on the shelf above the clothes rack and pulled down a varnished wooden box. He opened it up towards her. Inside were various colours and styles of ties. Bonnie literally beamed and selected a black silk tie. "Shoes."

Ron responded by closing the tie box, replacing it and pulling open a drawer containing multiple pairs of dress shoes, along with a couple pairs of boots and athletic shoes. Bonnie quickly picked up a pair of black loafers. "Now for the socks."

Ron closed the drawer and went to the dresser and opened his sock drawer. Bonnie was surprised at how organized it was. She was a bit depressed since it was more organized than hers. She found a pair of red dress socks and pulled them out. She grinned and turned to him closing the sock drawer with her hip, "So where do you keep your underwear?"

Ron blushed, "THOSE I will get."

Bonnie puppy pouted, "But you said I could pick out what you wore tomorrow."

"Well, that is, I mean," he then sighed and opened a drawer.

Bonnie looked in and saw three pair of underwear. "Let me guess laundry day?"

"No," Ron said looking away.

Bonnie took a minute and moved to look him in the face. "You mean you…"

"Yeah, most of the time, except for practice and all I do wear a jock. Usually I do go…"

"Commando?"

"Yeah, free and natural, it feels better," shrugged Ron.

"I would never have guessed that about you. I suppose there is a lot that we would never realize about each other."

"I bet that there is a lot more about me than you."

Bonnie turned away and looked out of his window. "You would be surprised, Ron-Ron. Hopefully you won't hate me for mine."

Ron came behind her and hugged her close. "I won't hate you. I might not like what you did, but I will always care for you. I will be the one that has to deal with it."

Bonnie pushed back against him, "If you have to deal with it, then I will be there with you. Maybe we should go ahead and say our goodbyes."

"Okay," Ron said without moving.

"You have to let go first."

"Oh yeah," he said while reluctantly releasing his embrace.

"We can snuggle at my place. So don't pout on me," she said kissing him lightly on the cheek.

He picked up the bag and followed her out of the room. He watched her as she walked down the stairs. The way that she moved and swayed spoke more to him of poetry than anything in English class. When she got to the bottom of the stairs she turned to him and gave him a look. He grinned and came down the stairs in an arrhythmic cadence. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. The two older women chuckled at the action.

"I guess we will be going now," Ron said expecting to receive a countermand.

"Have a good time," said his father.

As Bonnie was saying her good byes Rabbi Katz pulled Ron to the side, "Ronald, remember the discussion that we had about being a man? Remember you yourself are answerable to your own actions. Your parents trust you, and I trust both you and Bonnie."

He patted Ron on the shoulder and turned as Bonnie approached and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Have fun kids, and Ronald, remember what I said."

After they were out of the door and getting into the car Bonnie turned to Ron, "What did he say?"

"That he trusted both of us."

The teens looked forward and didn't speak as the car pulled away and headed for the Rockwaller residence.