Disclaimer: Who truly owns anything? I know I don't own Kim Possible. This is a work of imagination borrowing the concept of the characters. It is not for profit except in the exchange of ideas and imagination. This is not an attempt to infringe copyright.
Bonnie pulled the car into the driveway of her house and waited for the garage door to open. She turned to Ron and sighed. "What?" asked the blond teen.
"Just thinking," she said as she turned and guided the car into its parking place.
"What were you thinking about?"
"You, me, us. What we are doing, where we are going."
"Getting out of the car, going inside?"
She playfully hits him. "You know what I mean. What happens at school Monday? Brick tried to attack you at the dance, after us spending the weekend together many rumors are going to be flying. Then there is me."
Ron got out of the car closed the door and went to Bonnie's door. As he opened it he asked, "What about you?"
"This is going to sound crazy," she said as she took his hand, "but it's like there are two people in my head. I hear both of them, and I don't know what to do."
She unlocked the door and hurried to the alarm box and disabled it as Ron entered. Turning back around to him, "One wants me to be good, the other… well let's just say to be me, the old me."
Ron looked at her gently; she looked into those deep brown eyes and felt her legs quiver. "Bon-Bon, there are two people in you. Or to paraphrase an old story there are two dogs fighting in you, one white, and one black. The one that wins is the one that you feed the most."
Bonnie put her head on his chest and thought about it. "The white dog is Bon-Bon. The black dog is the old me. Depending on the one I act like the most is the one that I become."
Ron guides her face to his and kisses her forehead, "Basically, but in reality it is more of a synthesis of the two with it leaning towards one or the other. I know which I chose to try and feed."
"Thank you, why don't you go and find something on the TV? I'll get us something to drink."
"Okay, anything in particular?"
"Nothing too scary," Bonnie watched him enter the living room and then started to get the glasses and ice. She pulled out a couple of diet sodas. She frowned when she realized that is all they had. I hope that diet is okay, thought the Bon-Bon voice. I know how we can make it okay, answered the Bonnie voice. "Quiet both of you," she hissed, "diet will be okay, so be quiet. And you, shut up, Ron-Ron isn't like that."
She took a deep breath and picked up the tray to take it to Ron. Ron-Ron might not be like that, but Ron is a guy and I know he would do anything for us if we did it. Bonnie took deep breaths to quiet the voices. Before she realized it Ron had the tray. "What's wrong?"
"I was trying to help one of the dogs."
"What? Oh, I got you. Which one?"
"The white one, the black one was giving me suggestions about what we could do tonight."
"As much as part of me would love for the black one to win tonight, I would prefer you to feed the white one. One moment would be nice; a lifetime would be the best."
"Guess I could think of something else for us to do."
"What does Bon-Bon say to do?"
"You need a massage. And don't look like that. It's what I am going to do for a living, well part of what I am going to do at least."
Ron looked at her, "Really?"
"Yes, really," she hit him playfully, "and don't think like that. I want to be a trainer. Massage is important for relaxation and recuperation. There is also aromatherapy and reflexology."
"Sounds like you have thought this through, Bon-Bon."
She nods, "Yeah, after getting licensed the hard part is to get clientele, same with psychology, but for the body."
"Actually, there are some people that think that massage and all of that is good for the mind also. Maybe we could go into business together. A one stop shop for body and mind."
"That would be good; you shrink their mind, and I will shrink their body. Now about that massage. Take off your shirt and I will get my table."
"Table?"
"My dad bought me a massage table for my birthday."
"Oh, okay."
Ron waited till she had left the room before taking off his shirt. This was going to be a first. No other girl except Kim had seen him without a shirt. The self-conscious voices came to him and started to point out his faults. Compared with Bonnie's other boyfriends I am nothing. Ron looked at his chest, though not broad, was filled out. His skin was tight over lean muscles; a light six pack was noticeable in the light of the room. I wish I had time to bulk up. That would keep the jocks from playing 'Run down the Ron'. Oh well, at least I can out run them in speed and distance most of the time.
He turned around and saw Bonnie looking at him. "Uh, sorry I was just thinking."
"It's okay, I don't mind. I like what I saw," she smiled as she set up the table.
