Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the TV show Kim Possible. I do not own Bonnie and Ron's relationship; it is theirs.

Authors oops: Yes Jez I did forget to put that at the end. Thank you for pointing it out. The correction has been made.


Bonnie thought about the past two days as she drove to the country club. She had been made a laughing stock of in front of the school at the dance, and that began to raise her anger thinking about it. Ron had come to her when she ran out of the gym; that has been unexpected, and the best thing that had happened to her in a long, long time. The day spent with Ron was enjoyable, to her surprise she actually go along with Kim when they weren't competing. Kim was concerned about Ron getting hurt by being close to her, but knowing what she did now, he was more likely to get hurt by the jocks who think they know how society should be run.

Bonnie glanced at Ron, I may need to make a few calls today so tomorrow will go smoothly. Tara will help she had that crush on him for a little bit after the camp thing. There's Kim, but if she hasn't seen it yet, that may take some convincing. I'll need to talk to Monique about rumour control. Between Kim and me we could get the entire cheer squad involved, that would control the jocks.

Bonnie looked at Ron when she pulled to a stop sign. I hope he won't be too offended to be protected by a cunt block (1). She pulled to the front of the club and the two of them go out of the car as the valet gave her a ticket and took the car away.

Ron watched the car being taken away as Bonnie walked to stand beside him. "Never been to a place with valet parking?"

"Not that we used. Guess there will be a lot of first being around you Bon-Bon."

"If things progress, there will be. When you are ready, that is," she kissed him on the cheek. "We should go in now."

"Yes," he presented his arm for her. "Was that Bonnie or Bon-Bon?"

"Bon-Bon, but Bonnie has taken a consulting position."

Ron looked at her from the corner of his eye. "Don't look at me like that Ronald Stoppable. This is a good thing, trust me."

"I do, but… um… well… It's just this morning I had to do some breathing exercises that I learned in Japan to well…"

"To well what?"

"To stop thinking about you in the shower, in a towel, in various stages of dress and undress."

"Ron-Ron, you are a guy after all. So nobility won over those base urges, maybe I wasn't trying hard enough."

"It wasn't base urges, well not totally. I wanted to express how I feel about you. I know that there are more appropriate ways, but… part of me REALLY wanted to, you know."

"I know. I had some of the same feelings," she said as they approached the Maitre'd. "Rockwaller party of two, non-smoking please."

As the Maitre'd guided them the table the two teens were quiet. When they arrived at the table Ron pulled Bonnie's chair out for her and made sure she was comfortable before guiding her chair forward. He took his own seat and opened his menu.

As he scanned his menu he felt Bonnie's foot glide up and down his calf. He looked up at her to see her holding her index finger to her lips that were smiling sweetly. Ron kissed the air in her direction and she blushed. "Ron-Ron, we need to talk some more about what we were talking about earlier. If you don't want to talk about it here, that's okay."

"Well, if we can do it quietly I guess it would be okay, but I can guarantee you that it will probably embarrass me."

"Well, then, let's just wait on that then. Have you had a chance to decide on what to eat?"

"I was thinking about the cheese omelet, but the Belgian waffles sound good also."

"You get one and I will get the other and we can share."

"That sounds like a plan, Bon-Bon. Do you like coffee?"

"Yes, why?"

Ron held his finger to his lips, "It's a secret."

As the waiter approached the table Ron took the menu from Bonnie's side of the table. She gave him a curious look, but he shook his head.

"Hello, I am James and I will be your waiter today, have you decided?"

"Yes, James, the lady would like a cheese omelet, and I will have the Belgian Waffles. We would both like coffee to drink," Ron said as he handed the menus to the waiter.

Upon receiving the menus the waiter nodded, "Very good, Sir. I will return right away with your coffee."

As the waiter left the table Ron looked at Bonnie, her jaw lowered and mouth slightly opened. He winked at her. "Wow, how did you learn to order like that?"

"My grandfather, he insisted that I know how to order in a fine establishment. I was ordering for the entire table when I was twelve."

"Very impressive, Mr. Stoppable," Bonnie said with a slight laugh.

"Thank you, Miss Rockwaller," Ron returned with a grin of his own.

"One would suppose, Mr. Stoppable that your table manners match your ability to order."

"Miss Rockwaller, I ensure you that when the time arises, my table manners would get me an invitation back to Buckingham Palace."

"Oh my, I do believe that you are trying to make me be even more impressed with your previously unknown aspects, Mr. Stoppable."

"Well, Miss Rockwaller, I have not much to impress you with, so I work with what I have."

Both teens kept a strait face while coffee was being poured and did an admirable job on adding cream and sugar to their respective cups before looking at each other and breaking out in giggles. "That was fun, 'Mr. Stoppable'."

"Yes it was, 'Miss Rockwaller'."

Bonnie stretched out her arm on the table towards Ron. He reached out to meet it and held hers. "Oh, Ron-Ron, I have been such a…"

He didn't say anything just lightly squeezed her hand and smiled looking deep into her blue eyes with his brown.

"I wish I had known all of this sooner. I feel like I have wasted so much."

"Shh, Bon-Bon, it's okay. You know now. Many people never figure it out. And if you had figured it out before, and then we might not be together now."

The couple separated hands when the waiter brought their food. He left with a promise to be back to freshen up their coffee. Ron divided his waffles into two groups as Bonnie cut the omelet in half. They carefully exchanged their divided meals just before the waiter returned with the coffee. After pouring he excused himself. At his departure the teens looked at each other, wisps of steam rising from their coffee.

"Guess we need to go ahead and eat before it gets cold," suggested Bonnie.

Ron nodded and began to cut his food. Bonnie noticed that, yes, he did have very good table manners. So good in fact that it made her somewhat self-conscious.

"What's the matter, Bon-Bon?"

"Just a little nervous I guess. I don't want to embarrass myself."

"You could never do that. Go ahead and eat, I feel strange being the only one eating."

Bonnie slowly took her fork and began to eat. When Ron saw that she was eating he continued eating. He matched the speed of eating to hers so neither looked hurried. Thank you, PaPa Stoppable, for making sure I could handle myself in a restaurant.

As they came to the end of the meal Ron had cleaned his plate, but there was still some food on Bonnie's plate as she pushed it away. Ron noticed that she had only eaten about half the amount on the plate, but that what had remained was pushed around to make it look like she had eaten more. "Bon-Bon, are you okay?"

She nodded her head, "I am full; I am not used to eating so much. I…"

"Usually starve yourself," Ron waited for the protest that never came. Bonnie held her head slightly down. "I've noticed. So have others, we didn't know how much. Last night you hardly ate anything, today you didn't either. Though I am glad that you didn't throw any up. You have been losing a lot of weight, and honestly, you look better with curves."

Bonnie looked at him with wide eyes. "I'm okay Ron. I was just trying to look good in the current fashions. And just how long have you been watching me?"

Ron bit his lip and then admitted, "Since junior high. I hung around cheer practice for more reasons than being Kim's friend."

"You were watching me back then? I mean you liked me for that long and didn't say anything?"

"Yeah, well, I tried, but you kept blowing me off before I could. I thought that if I became the mascot and could spend more time around you then…"

"I would see you for the guy that you are. If live was a movie that would have worked."

Bonnie's cell went off and she looked at the number before answering it. "Hello?"

"Bonnie? It's Kim, is Ron there?"

"Yes, he is, we just finished eating. Would you like to talk to him?"

"Please and thank you."

Bonnie handed the phone to Ron. "Hello?"

"Ron, where have you been?"

"I stayed the night at Bonnie's…"

"YOU DID WHAT?"

"…and she took me to brunch today at the country club. What's the big?"

"Well when you didn't show up for Sunday breakfast like usual, I guess I freaked a little. Then when you mom told me you weren't there but wouldn't tell me anything else…"

"You went into full Kim Mode?"

"Something like that. So I got my cheer numbers and called Bonnie. I can't believe you Ron Stoppable, how did she con your mother into you staying the night?"

"She didn't. She asked Mom, and Mom said yes."

"She won't even let you stay here when my parents are gone."

"Yes, but you have to understand one thing. Rabbi Katz said that he trusted her. You know how Mom is about what he says. Look I'll drop by your place in a bit and explain everything, okay?"

"Okay, Ron. But one thing, did anything… you know, happen?"

"Not what you are thinking, KP, no."

He ended the call and looked at Bonnie. "Sorry about that."

"It's okay; she's just concerned about her friend. Think back to this morning. The call from Tara? Amp it up to Kim level and that is what you get. Guess we should probably get going though huh?"

"Probably so, when the check comes we can go."

"Already handled, they just put it on my parents account. You ready?"

"Yes," he said getting up and walking to behind her chair. He pulls it out as she stands up.

"Thank you. Shall we?"

Ron presented his arm and they walked out to the valet to pick up her car. Once it had been pulled around the entered and left, heading towards the Possible residence.


(1) A cunt block is when a woman or women use their obvious charms to prevent something from happening. Whether to keep someone from going out with someone, or to keep someone from doing something you don't think they should do. In this case the cheer squad giving every jock/pop the ice queen treatment.