Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible. This is for fun, not profit, except the profit to the soul.
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Ron's impatience grew as the hands of the clock slowly stalked its final destination. At least to Ron's mind. Amazingly, the small amount of homework that had been given out to him was already done and turned back in. Now it was just waiting, terrible, cruel waiting. Each click of the second hand was a peal of thunder to his ears. Then the miraculous happened, the bell rang.
Instantly he was moving. "KP, catch up to you later." And he was out the door weaving through the conglomeration of humanity in the halls. He slipped around a corner and slowed his speed when he was the brunette hair crowning blue eyes. His shoulders eased out of their slump and his chest expanded with a wind of change.
"Ron-Ron," called Bonnie as she held out her hand toward him. "Missed you."
Ron slid his fingers between hers, "Missed you too, Bon-Bon. At least Chem. is next."
"I know, but after that we can only be with each other at lunch and practice."
"I can walk you to your classes."
"Ron, I know your schedule. You would be pushing it to make it to yours at best. No detention, remember?"
Ron sighed a heavy sigh of resignation, which elicited a squeeze of his hand by the blue eyed beauty next to him. "Don't worry, Ron-Ron. It will be soon that we will be together."
"I know, but every second without you is painful. The minutes are excruciating agony. I don't think there are words for the pain for hours."
"I'll kiss whatever boo boos that are caused by being away from me. Turn here." Bonnie half pulled him into a recessed doorway. She twisted to where she was pushing him to the wall. Her lips pressed to his, when he relaxed a returned the kiss she parted her lips and slid her tongue into his mouth. She withdrew her tongue and broke the kiss. "Think that will do for a fix for now?"
"Uh, yeah… For a bit anyway."
"Good now we better hurry before we're late."
Ron nodded as they quickly made their way into the hall and into the class room making it to an open lab table before the bell rang. They received odd looks by some in the class. The oddest was from the instructor, Mr. Miller.
"Ron, Bonnie, you are both aware that today is a lab?"
"Yes, Sir," they answered at the same time.
"And who you sit with is who your partner is going to be for the week, yes?"
"Yes."
"Okay, so oil and water are now mixing… Class open your lab books to lab 30…"
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The bell rang and the shuffling of papers and feet filled the once quiet room. Mr. Miller stopped Ron on the way out. "Ron, I was impressed at your work in the lab today."
"Thank you. It was easy once Bon-Bon, uh, Bonnie explained it was like a recipe."
"Yes, I guess it is. Good to see you taking charge in your scholarly pursuits."
"Well, let's just say I have good motivation."
The teacher punched him lightly on the shoulder. "More than one type of chemistry, huh, huh."
"Uh, yeah, I need to head to my next class." Ron hurried to catch up to Bonnie. "Did you know that there is more than one type of chemistry?"
Bonnie feigned shock, "No, really? Here I thought that the only kind of chemistry is between you and me, the only kind that counts anyway. My turn is here. See you at lunch?"
"You know it." Ron snuck a quick kiss on her cheek as he headed to the interminable class periods till lunch.
Sure, there were only two classes before lunch, usually that wasn't a problem, but now it was almost unacceptable. Ron waited for his algebra class to end. The ten questions for homework long completed.
His Home Economics class went better. He lost himself in the preparation of a cake. The rest of the class gushed how lucky Bonnie was. When he looked at what they meant he realized that he had personalized the cake to her. For once since he had repopulated the class because of his skills, no one asked for a taste. In fact, the gathered throng insisted he take it to lunch for him and Bonnie. Before he left there was a plate prepared to enhance the presentation. He left shortly before the bell rang so he could make it to the cafeteria before the throngs mobbed the halls and possibly damaged the ode of love made of flour and chocolate.
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Authors Notes: Yes, physical conflict in this story is not what it is in others right now. That may change (looking away whistling). The romance being sweet and sappy? Well new love often is sappy from the outside. Heck sometimes my wife's and mine is sappy and we have been together for five years. I am sure that others that have been in long time relationships will agree also. Sometimes the sappiness springs forth on its own. I am happy that people are enjoying this story.
