Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible or the characters. They are wonderful arch-types though. Um, anyway, rest of disclaimer etc. etc. etc.

Ron's hand touched the alarm within seconds of it going off. The teen sat up in bed and sighed. Another hour and he would be with who made getting up on time worth it all.

Last night had been a problem. Trying to get to sleep with her in his mind was difficult. Finally he had drifted off thinking of Saturday night, her touching him softly while talking to him. He could almost smell her again, then he was unconscious and she was there in his dreams.

He hurried through his shower and then dressed. He was downstairs with his book bag by six thirty. His appearance and the time he was downstairs shocked his mother. "Ronnie, my, don't you look all dressed up? Is it picture day or something?"

"No, Mom, just felt like dressing up."

His mother looked at him and smiled, "Because of a certain someone? Hmmm, maybe someone that I met this weekend?"

"Mom, please don't start on that. But, yes, I am dressing different because of Bonnie. I don't want to embarrass her."

"Oh, Ronnie, you wouldn't be an embarrassment to anyone. Now sit down, Breakfast is almost ready. Eggs and toast good for you?"

"Yes. Is there anything that I can do to help?"

"Well, you could make the coffee; your father will be down shortly. Oh, and get out the juice. Will Bonnie be joining us for breakfast?"

"No, she is picking me up at seven, and then we have to pick up KP on our way."

"It is so good that those two are getting along and not making you choose. I mean I was sure that she had her hooks in you but good. Stringing you along, that is what I always said…"

"Mom, stop. Kim is my friend, always has been, always will be. But it never went past that for whatever reason. Kim and Bonnie are working on being civil to each other right now, and they are doing because of me. I don't need someone trying to color commentate."

"Ronald, you have never talked to me like that."

"It's something that Bonnie said to me. I need to start standing up for myself and what I believe, because I matter and I am worth it. I am sorry if I came across a little blunt, Mom. I love you and care about your opinion. Though on this situation needs hands off approach. There is a lot of history involved with all of us. It is going to take some time to adjust to it all. If we don't have that time then it could all fall apart. Bonnie and I, Kim and I, and for what it is worth Bonnie and Kim."

"Ronald, I didn't know you had put this much thought into the subject."

"When you have time on your hands some things just fall into place."

"Well, here are your eggs," his mother said sliding his two eggs over easy onto his plate. "Toast will be up shortly."

Ron looked at his eggs and sighed. The two eggs looked back at him, mocking him until he smashed them up and applied salt and pepper. He had taken a bite when he his mother put two pieces of pumpernickel toast on his plate. "Thank you, Mom."

"Your welcome, Ronnie, and don't worry about what happened earlier. I have to accept the fact that you are a man and have to take control of your own life. I don't have to like it, but I know that is what Rabbi Katz would tell me." She sat down across from her son. "Ronnie, I know your father had a talk with you the night after your Bar Mitzvah, but I would like to talk to you now. Bonnie is a very lovely girl. I know that you two may think about… consummating your love. Wait. I won't tell you all the other reasons that others will. The reason is though I want to have grandchildren, I can wait. I know you have been told that you can have safe sex. Trust me, Ronnie; those things are not one hundred percent."

Ron looked at his mother. He looked back at his cooling breakfast. He looked up at his mother again and opened his mouth to speak. "Ronnie, if everything worked out the way that people plan the world would not be full of wonderful surprises. Surprises that they wouldn't trade for anything, now eat up, Bonnie will be here soon."

Ron finished his eggs and toast in silence. First Dad gives me condoms, and then Mom says don't at all because they may not work… There is no way that either knows what the other is doing. But Bonnie and I have already decided to wait and take it slow. Ron sighed as he stood up. He looked at the clock on the wall. The annoying eyes moved back and forth with the tail. He looked at the clock on the stomach of the cat and saw that he had ten minutes to wait for Bonnie. He sighed again and walked to the coffee maker. He poured himself a cup and went back to sit down at the table.

Nine minutes. Nine long excruciating minutes till the sun came to the sky. He moved his head to keep the beams from the ball of fire in the sky out of them as he waited for it, the face of the sun, beaming full of cheerfulness and joy, bringing happiness to the desolate world of his existence. He looked up at the clock again.

Seven minutes till the gates of the Divine opened and ushered forth their representative to the earth so he could be bathed in the light that only Heaven could spawn. He took a long drink on the cup of coffee and sighed deeply, forcing the tendrils of steam away from it. Another look at the clock came from the teen.

Six minutes until he was complete with his Bon-Bon. The heart of his soul, the missing part to his spirit… HONK HONK

Ron bolted out of his chair and made it to the front door without touching the floor. As the door flew open in his hands he saw her as she got out of her car. The Sun had come, Heaven opened its gates, and he was again complete.

She smiled at him as she walked up the walkway. As she reached him, their arms took the sides of the other and their lips met in a brief tender kiss. "Miss me?" asked the angel descended.

"Who? Me? Maybe a little. Well, a whole lot actually. Would you like to come in for a minute?"

"I would love to Ron-Ron." Ron watched her as she walked into the house. He noted her long brown dress. It was darker than most, but he had seen the color before. He paused, and then it occurred to him. It was almost the color of his eyes. The blue belt that she had cinched at her waist was close to the color of his shirt. She had complimented his and her outfit. There would be no confusion that they were together today at school. She was making an effort to prove a point that she was his and he was hers.

He hurried up to catch up to her. "What kept you Ron-Ron?"

"I was just admiring your outfit and thinking."

"About what, Son?" asked his mother.

"How well we go together."

His mother sighed, and Bonnie smiled and blushed.