Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible or the properties there of. I own this story in concept only; the characters have taken it away from me.

Authors Notes: As to the fact of making Ron "manly". Ron has spent the last how many years around a strong female presence to make sure she is okay and someone watches her back? Yes there are times he fights back, but he is accustomed to letting the females lead. That is not to say that he can't, or won't fight when the need arises. With all of his bravado, Ron is in fact a shy and humble person that wants everyone to get along and be happy, even if it hurts him.

Bonnie walked back into the door to see Kim and Ron sitting close together, a twinge of anger course through her before she managed to get it under control. They have been best friends since forever. You surely can't believe that they see anything wrong with this? Deep breath, Bonnie, just listen to Bon-Bon. "Hey, Bon-Bon, everything okay?" Ron said looking up but not scurrying away from Kim.

See he doesn't see anything wrong with that. He probably doesn't know what it looks like. If it does really bother you just politely explain it to him. "No problems, Tara wanted to check to see if we were still on for shopping tomorrow."

Ron's face blanched. "Don't worry, baby, you don't have to come along unless you want to come."

Ron sighed and his face started to return to normal. "Dodged one that time, huh Ron?" jabbed Kim.

"Yeah," he looked at Bonnie, "Uh, no. That is… Aw, man."

"It is okay, Ron-Ron. You went with me yesterday. Once a week is more than most girls could expect."

Bonnie watched as the wave of relief washed over him. "We were going to go after practice. Would you like to come, Kim?"

"Like to? Sure, but should? That is another story. Low funds since the trip on Saturday."

"You could always come to give advice and spend some girl time." I am trying to be nice to you and get to know you, Kim.

"Sure, why not?"

"Cool, now we have decided that, are there any more cookies?"

"Just one," said Kim looking at the crumbs on the plate, then at the cookie half in Ron's mouth. "Well there was one."

"It's okay," Bonnie said as she stalked towards Ron. She put on her pout, "Ron-Ron? Could I have this piece here?" she asked as she took a bite out of a corner of the cookie in his mouth, her lips lightly grazing his. "And this piece," repeating the action.

Kim blushed at the audacity of Bonnie and looked away, though in the back of her head the thoughts of doing that to Josh materialized. I can't believe that she would make out with Ron in MY kitchen, with MY mom's cookies. Why doesn't Ron stop her? Face it, he likes her. He likes her doing this. Think about what they could have done last night. Think about Josh and you doing that. Kim growled to stop her thoughts. She cleared her throat loudly and turned around.

The two entwined teens looked up. "Could you two please not do that?"

"Uh, KP, your mom said as long as we weren't in front of the door."

This statement from Ron received a glare that made him shiver. Bonnie actually had a look of remorse, as she slid from Ron's lap to her own seat. "Sorry, Kim, we get carried away. Sometimes it's like I can't resist touching him and kissing him and… I will be quiet now," she pulled her glass of milk close and slowly drank it.

Kim's father came in at that moment and looked at the three. "Is there anything wrong?" he asked to his daughter.

"No, daddy, we were just talking about appropriate behavior."

"Ah, okay, I expected to see Ron and Bonnie full kissy-faced when I came in. Ah, no more cookies, oh well. Young love I remember the feelings well," he said as he wandered away.

"Full kissy-faced? Ugh," Kim shivered picturing her mom and dad like Ron and Bonnie were.

"KP, if this is making you uncomfortable we can leave."

"No, no. It's just hard to get my mind around it. Blue skinned former college buddies of my dad taking over the world, no problem. Mutated English lords with a monkey fetish are a weekly occurrence. This," she gestured, "is hard to believe. What about the rules, Ron?"

"You were right, KP. There are no rules. Some things just happen and they are right, rules or no. All I know is that this feels right, like it was written this way. Bon-Bon?"

"In all my time, Kim, this is the first time that I have felt happy with someone. To know that someone actually cares for me, ME, not my popularity, or my body, that feels so good. You have always had that, Kim. This is new to me and I want to keep it."

Kim handed a napkin to the girl as tears started to form in the corners of her eyes. "Bonnie, I… I am sorry. I didn't mean to come down like that. It's just that with all the put downs and all… I'm digging my hole deeper on this."

"Kim, it's okay. It's hard for me also. The only way I know how to have a relationship is by manipulation and, well… sex. I know that neither way would work with Ron. You would make sure that I didn't manipulate him into it, and his own conscience would void out the staying in it for sex. I am muddling through this. The only thing that keeps me wanting to try is Ron," she let her forehead rest on the table.

Bonnie felt Ron's arm wrap around her back under he shoulders. It felt comfortable. She then felt a smaller arm from the other direction. Kim is trying to comfort us? This is just too weird. No it isn't, Bonnie. Kim is Ron's friend and she sees how happy he is with you so she wants you together, even if it does freak her out.

"Bonnie, want to head up to my room? It's a bit more private. C'mon, you can raz me about my Cuddle Buddies."

"Okay, but I won't raz you. Then you could raz me about keeping one of Ron's shirts."

"What?" queried Ron.

"I kept your shirt. It smelled like you. I can put it on my teddy bear and sleep with it. Kind of like you are with me."

"Bonnie, that is so... sweet."

"Yeah, yeah. I am such the romantic."

"Actually, Bonnie it is romantic."

They made it into her room and she shut the door.

"Kimmie did I hear that door shut?" came the bellow from downstairs.

Kim opened the door, "Sorry, Dad, I thought it was okay since Bonnie was up here also. My bad."

"Parents, huh? Guess it is the same all over," commiserated Bonnie.

"Yes, but mine don't let guys stay the night when they aren't home."

"Neither do mine. She said I could have a friend over. Since I told her what happened at the dance she assumed that it would be a female friend. As long as things don't get back to her, no harm." Bonnie looked at the two others. "Right?