If she were to be perfectly honest, Monique would have to say that she had never, ever wanted to go to the prom. No, that was pushing from honesty. Sure, she didn't mind going to the prom; she liked dances all right, and the prom technically was a dance. But it had never been a huge priority for her, just an extra splotch of her inner tomboy nature just begging to come out.

But if she had to go the prom in order to fix the huge mistake that was her friends' love lives, so be it.

She ran once again to the mirror, making sure that her curls were in place. She wasn't that much of a tomboy. Of course, she looked good. Maybe this could work. Maybe, somehow, Kim would get jealous. Monique dabbed her fingers into an open canister of pomade. Yeah right. Like that would happen. Kim was so wacked over this whole Ron and Eric thing that it might be impossible to make things right.

Sadly enough.

Monique, fortunately, had not been in the cafeteria at the time of the incident. Of course, gossip at Middleton High spread fast enough that she was informed of every single detail approximately 2.7 seconds after Ron had left. Maybe it was unfortunate she hadn't been there. Maybe she could have saved the poor kid.

Too much pomade. She grabbed a tissue and salvaged it from her hair. He had declared his love to her. In front of everyone. She still couldn't believe it. Oh, she could believe all right that he would do something so monumentally stupid, but the "I love you"? That had been a little hard to take. She had thought, on occasion, that the two of them had been friends long enough that they could probably handle the next step. Heck, she even thought they'd be really cute together. And then she had gone beyond that to think that maybe Ron had a subconscious little crush on Kim. Isn't that what Monique had exploited the morning of that awful day? But it was all quite beneath saying "I love you."

And yet, as the days had progressed, it was somehow beginning to make more and more sense. Kim rocked. Any guy like Ron couldn't be expected to help himself. If only Monique had that kind of influence on boys.

It wasn't like Monique hadn't tried to do anything. She had been the first one, aside from Eric, that Kim had run to. And of course Monique had admitted what she had told Ron. But that shouldn't have caused that kind of chaos. She hadn't actually expected him to go through with it, not like that, not at that intensity!

Playing Cupid was a lot harder than she had thought.

She shook her head, allowing some of her thoughts to enjoy the way her dangling earrings swished against her neck. She hadn't been trying to play Cupid. She had been trying to get Ron to do something with however he felt about Kim. She refused to believe it was her fault.

She had done nothing to blab the mess around, either. Monique was not a gossip. Never would be. It wasn't like Kim's friend Wade who had magically found out that she and Ron were going to the prom.

Besides, she couldn't fix it any more than she had. At least not until tonight. She had a plan in motion for the prom. And if that didn't at least patch up their friendship, she didn't know what would. But it had to wait until tonight. All the chats with an upset Kim, all those minutes of listening to Ron moan away until she had to hang up on him, they were all she could do at the time. What was she supposed to do? Force Kim to dump the amazing Eric?

She grabbed the lipstick from her dresser and slid it on. Why on earth was she thinking this way? Did she honestly think those two belonged together?

Maybe she did.

She stepped back from the mirror and twirled. Ooh, but her dress was perfect. What did she care that her date was Ron? She had a chance to dress up like a princess.

And he had better give her the next sports ticket he got a hold of.

Downstairs, the doorbell rang. Instinctively Monique waited for her mom or one of her brothers or someone else to grab it.

Wait. They had all gone out to get Thai food. Had said something about how they deserved a fun night as well if she got to go to the prom. It was up to her to answer the door.

She sighed. "Be there in a second!" It wasn't Ron yet. She hadn't told him to pick her up for another hour and a half. And that didn't include the extra half an hour of expected lateness on his part she needed to figure in. Giving herself one last smile in the mirror, she left her room and darted down the stairs.

"Hi, sorry it took so—" She opened the door.

It definitely wasn't Ron.

"Hello," a woman said sweetly, flipping back her long black hair like a wavy cape. "I must say I really like your dress. Where did you get it?"

Monique wasn't all that acquainted with Kim's enemies, but… She tried to slam the door. What was this one's name? Shego?

The woman had her foot in the doorway already. "I understand you are one of Kim Possible's friends."

That was just rude. "Yeah, what's it to you?" She would have liked to say something meaner, if this Shego chick didn't already define the word.

"Look, I know it's your prom night and all, Monique," Shego said. "And I know that's supposed to be the biggest event in girl's life and all that, but hey, there are more important things in life than silly dances, you know what I'm saying?"

Once again Monique tried to slam the door, but Shego was pushing her way in. "Sorry, but I got to take you in. Just for the night."

It was really hard to run in prom dresses. Impossible.


For a suit that Bonnie had pulled off the sale rack, it wasn't too bad at all. Of course, Ron had wanted the one in the clearance bin, but Bonnie had shoved him against the wall and declared that she would never be connected in anyway with purchasing something that was on clearance. For the money he had in his wallet, which had quickly dwindled from an impressive amount to next to nothing, the one on sale was the best they could do. Then she had tried to convince herself that the only reason it was on sale was because they just got it in and wanted to show it off.

But it wasn't bad. He stared into the bathroom mirror, quickly deciding that he looked good. Blue. Blue wasn't too bad at all.

Did Kim like blue?

How pathetic. He claimed to be her best friend, yet he didn't even know what her favorite color was.

But Bonnie said that stuff like that didn't matter. Not in an emergency.

Rufus used his entire body to turn on the sink's faucet and run a comb under it, which he lifted up to Ron.

"Thanks, Buddy," Ron replied, taking the dripping comb and running it through his hair. It still looked like it always did. But this time it was wet! The wet look was in! At least he could pretend so. Short hair looked better wet.

Rufus flashed him a thumbs up sign.

Ron shook his head. "No. Not yet. This has to be a masterpiece. We need gel!"

"Gel!" Rufus echoed happily.

Except Ron didn't own gel. He dug through the cabinet and managed to find some perfumed stuff that belonged to his mom. Herbal. He wanted to gag. But it was gel. Trying not to breathe, he scooped some out and ran it through his hair. Now it looked wet and gelled! And it smelled like too many nasty herbs!

Wow, this was already looking like a good evening. What else was in this cupboard? Hairspray. He could always use hairspray. He didn't own any of that, either. Though his mom did. The same smelly brand as the gel. He sighed. Oh well. He was coughing and Rufus had passed out by the time he finished spraying it.

He opened the bathroom door, gasping for air. "Sorry, Rufus. But at least my hair will stay now."

Rufus gave a tiny groan, his eyes fluttering.

Ron slammed the cabinet shut. Maybe he should just stay away from the hair products for the night. Hair products didn't matter. All that mattered was Kim.

But first he had to pick up Monique. No matter what Bonnie had said, no matter how much he had to apologize to Kim, Ron Stoppable would not be known for standing up a nice girl on prom night. He also didn't want Monique to kill him. He checked his watch. He should be leaving soon. As in at that moment.

He didn't even have shoes on yet. He sighed, grabbed Rufus, and fled the bathroom for the shoes that he was pretty sure were in his room, in one of the bags of things Bonnie had made him buy. He tossed Rufus onto his bed and pulled out a bag. Yes, shoes. What was it with girls and shoes? Especially ones that Bonnie liked. He dumped them out of the box and had them all laced up and everything before he realized

he had put them on the wrong feet.

"Boo-yah!" he cried as soon as they were fixed. "I am ready for this! Sorry, Rufus, you can't come to this." It was kind of harsh to the little guy, but somehow Ron didn't think naked mole rats would be welcome at the prom. Not one he had so much to worry about. He bounded toward the door, only to be stopped by a sickening crunch under his feet.

Dang it. The bouquet. The one for Kim. Hadn't Bonnie told him to stick it in water or the fridge or the freezer or something like that? He stepped away from the bag. He definitely wasn't supposed to leave it in a shopping bag in the middle of his room. Swearing under his breath, he bent down and pulled it out. It didn't look that wilted. And only a few flowers had been crushed under his foot. Most of them were still okay. Good enough.

He had remembered to put Monique's corsage in the freezer, at least. Or was it the fridge he was supposed to put it in?

Well, frozen flowers would last longer. He picked up the salvaged bouquet, pulled a crushed carnation from it, and ran downstairs.

His mom was waiting at the door, the plastic box with the corsage in her hands. "You stuck it in the freezer, Ronnie. But I found it last night when I was thawing out the hamburger and put it in the fridge. So here it is." She sniffed. "Are you using my expensive hairspray? And your father's aftershave?"

They could deal with that later. "Thanks, Mom," he said, grabbing the corsage and tucking it into his pocket.

"And you have a bouquet," she exclaimed. "Oh, you really are sweet. Monique's going to be so lucky. A corsage and a bouquet—"

"The bouquet's for Kim."

"Kim?" She looked momentarily startled, blinking widely behind her glasses. Then her face broke into a smile. "It's about time!" She planted a kiss on his cheek. "Then I wish you the best of luck."

He was going to need it. "I'll tell you all about it, if it works." He ran outside and hopped onto his scooter.

The ride to Monique's house was normally a quick one, but it felt like an eternity, as if space and time was trying to stop him from going. He was supposed to go to Kim's house and pick her up. Not let that stupid Eric guy do it. He had a bouquet for Kim. A bouquet that Bonnie had picked out! And no one knew that kind of stuff better than Bonnie. So it was only right he be going there.

But Monique was still expecting him. He pulled into her driveway, thought about checking to make sure he had brought the extra helmet, checked, was happy it was actually there, and walked up to the porch.

Someone answered on the first knock. A huge hulking guy with muscles bigger than Ron's entire body stared down at him. He clutched a cardboard take-out box in his hand. Ron was immediately overwhelmed with the scent of shrimp and peanuts. Mm, Thai. But somehow he didn't think the guy was going to offer any.

"Who are you?" the giant growled.

Ron forced a smile. "Ron Stoppable."

The guy continued to stare.

"Monique's prom date." He extended an awkward hand. "And who might you be?"

If it were possible for a frown to go any deeper, it did. "Monique's big brother."

"Who's at the door?" a voice called. Footsteps approached, and another figure appeared in the doorway, even bigger than Monique's brother. He stared down with fire at Ron. "And who might you be?"

"She's Monique's date, Dad," the brother said.

It seemed that death was about to strike. "What did you do to her!"

Ron stared. "I… I just came to pick her up. For the prom. That is tonight. I even have a spare helmet for her so she'll be safe."

"I thought you already picked up her," the father said.

"No, I didn't."

"Well, she isn't here. We went out for food, and when we returned, she had already left. She even left a note." He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "See? 'Mom and Dad, went to prom. Sorry you weren't there to see me off. Love, Monique.'"

The brother laughed. Almost evilly. "Looks like she apparently went with someone that wasn't you. Sorry, man."

The father shook his head, almost sorrowfully. "At least you had the decency to come to the door. Well, best of luck to you. My baby girl sometimes just does what she wants."

They slammed the door.

Ron stared at the decorate wreath, and felt the corsage box slip from his hand. No Monique? He couldn't even take Monique to the prom? Somehow he managed to pick up the corsage and turn back to his scooter, feeling like he had just been hit with a brick.

"Isn't this just perfect?" he muttered as he started up the engine. "Even the one date I could get goes off with some other guy! I thought Monique could at least respect something of Ron. This is just sick and wrong."

Somehow, just that managed to cool off his anger. He pulled from the driveway. Why in the world was he feeling this way? Monique had just ditched him and he cared for approximately thirty seconds. Wasn't he supposed to be really mad? Wasn't his heart supposed to be crushed? His pride?

It didn't matter.

Hadn't Bonnie told him to go directly to Kim? He should have listened.

He laughed as he sped up. "Thank-you, Bonnie!"

It was an utter rush of feeling. The wheels of his scooter spinning across the black roads, around blocks until reaching that street where Kim lived. Maybe Eric hadn't come yet. Maybe she was still waiting. Maybe he would be the first there, and give her the bouquet and Monique's corsage and apologize and tell her one more time how he felt about her. And they'd go off to prom and have a wonderful night, just like proms were supposed to be.

And all would be right with the world. Boo-yah.

The lights were on at Kim's house, beckoning him to come closer and closer. Yes. This was a sign. He didn't even bother to shut off the engine of the scooter. Hopefully he had put it in at least neutral. Grabbing both corsage and bouquet, he ran to the porch and rang the doorbell. At least he knew Kim's dad and brothers.

Tim and Jim opened the door. "Hey, Ron!" they sang in unison.

Jim eyed the flowers. "Are those for us?"

Ron stared. "Do… you guys want them?"

Tim nodded. "Yes, actually. They actually make a really great natural energy source and we already have Mom's old hairdryer and a radio tube and some fireworks we bought all hooked up, so all we need our the flowers."

Jim grinned, a little too enthusiastically.

Ron didn't even want to think about what they were up to. "Actually, they're for your sister."

"Kim?" Jim made a face. "Why are you giving her flowers? I mean, I don't know if it's going to make up for what you did in the cafeteria."

"Kim told us all about that," Tim said.

Great. So even they knew about the incident. "Well, I'm going to try and make up for it!"

"Cooties!" They shrieked. "Yuck!"

All he wanted to do was ask if Kim was still there.

"Okay, boys, leave Ron alone and go finish your homework." Mrs. Possible appeared in the doorway and shooed Jim and Tim away. A surprised, pleased smile had lit up her face. "Ron! If this isn't a pleasant surprise." She suddenly hugged him. "Nd you smell so nice! What are you doing here?"

She had never hugged him before. Gasping, Ron waited for her to release him. "I'm… is Kim here?"

The smile fell. "Actually, Eric picked up about twenty minutes ago."

His heart smashed to the bottom of his ribcage. "He did?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry. She's already at the prom. I thought… I thought you were taking Monique."

Stood up twice in one night. He tried his best to smile. "That fell through."

"Oh, Ron. I'm so sorry." She eyed the corsage and the bouquet. "Were those for Kimmie?"

Slowly, unable to look her in the eye, he nodded.

She sighed. "Come in." Without waiting for a reply she pulled him inside and shut the door. "Ron, I am so proud of you for coming here, all dressed up, after what happened."

"I was going to apologize—"

She shook her head. "Don't apologize. Don't ever apologize for letting someone know how you feel about them. I was, deep down, thrilled when she told me what you did. Even though she was all but screaming at the time."

Another reminder of what he had done to Kim. "You were?"

"Of course I was!" She laughed. "I remember when she had that silly microchip, and she made you go on a date with her. I didn't know it was a microchip at the time, but I was disappointed when I found out what it was."

Mrs. Possible had been awfully excited that night.

Ron, you know that you're like a third son to me. Remember that time when you were in the fourth grade and you and Kimmie had your report cards and she brought you here directly after school so you wouldn't have to face your parents?"

He remembered. "And then you grabbed the report card out of my bag and phoned my parents to recommend that they ground me."

"And I'd only do that for one of my boys."

"Mrs. P, they grounded me for three weeks."

She shrugged, unphased. "If I remember correctly, you had two Fs and a D-."

"Which I earned." This was getting him nowhere. "I don't know what to do now."

She gestured at the flowers. "I'm assuming you came down her for a reason. Clearly, you aren't giving up on her." And I'm just thrilled about that. Do what you were going to do. Just at the prom." She giggled. "Oh, that's really romantic."

A head poked around the corner. Tim. "Hey, Ron!" he shouted. "We never go to tell you what Kim said in her sleep last week!"

Jim joined him, laughing. "She said, 'Oh, I'd rather go to the prom with Ron instead of a bear.' It was so funny!"

Instead of a bear. What had she been dreaming about? Ron flashed the twins the peace sign. "Thanks, dudes." At least he was above a bear.

"Go do your homework!" Mrs. Possible shouted. Then she winked at Ron. "Go get her."

"Wait." Mr. Possible pushed past Tim and Jim, looking deadly serious. "I'd like to talk to Ronald first, if that's fine with you, honey."

Mrs. Possible laughed and closed the door. "Be kind to him. I'm going to go check on the popcorn."

Tim and Jim left to do their homework, leaving only Ron and Mr. Possible in the room. The man looked like a mortician. "So," Mr. Possible said. "I understand you finally told my daughter that you love her."

There was no point in denying it. "Yes, sir. In front of the whole school."

"Hmm." He leaned forward. "So is that the 'new thing' that you kids do today to impress a young lady?"

"Not really, no. It just sort of… happened."

"Well, Ronald, I'm sure you know my feelings regarding Kim and boys."

Ron gulped.

Then, without warning, Dr. Possible smiled. "But I've never considered you a boy. Never."

"What's that supposed to mean? Sir?"

"You are one of the finest young men I've had the pleasure of knowing. I really didn't like the guy who picked up her up tonight. Seemed shifty. And he had a weird last name. What is an Ull, anyhow? Not that I claim to know much about name etymology…"

What was Mr. Possible getting at?

"But I'm getting ahead of myself. Now I know I'm only a genius when it comes to rocket science and all that, but somehow I did manage to get my wife. I don't care how stupid what you did was. If you let go of the greatest thing in your life, and doing one more stupid thing to get her back is your only option you have, then you will do that thing, no matter how crazy or stupid it is. Because maybe two moments of idiocy make a right." He smiled. "Wow. I wonder if there is an equation to check that."

Ron stared at him. He was right. Both Mr. and Mrs. Possible were right. "So… you don't care if I barge into the prom or something and humiliate her all over again?"

"If it works, no." He grabbed Ron's hand and shook it. "May I ask why you spell like herbs? Never mind, I don't want to know. Good luck to you."

"Thanks, Mr. Possible," Ron replied, jumping to his feet and running to the door. He could do this. He really could do this. Kim would rather go to prom with him than with a bear.

"But if you upset her in any way other than humiliation," Mr. Possible continued. "I swear once more that you will find yourself in a black hole."

"Yes, sir!" Ron ran outside. Thankfully the scooter hadn't rolled too far away.


The prom was even more wonderful than Kim had expected. That included the fact that it wasn't in an airport terminal. Though of course she pretty much knew what all the decorations were going to be. Nothing terribly fancy. Not like in her dream. But a school gym decorated in a balloons. That was plenty respectable for a dance.

Eric had failed to pick her up in a limo. But a Mustang was the next best thing. A green Mustang. She had never seen a green Mustange quite this shade. But it worked. Eric claimed he had borrowed it from his dad. Though Kim sensed there was something awfully familiar about the shade of green, she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

But it didn't matter. They drove to the school, parked in an over-crowded parking lot, and joined the throngs and music that was the dance.

For a brief second she wondered where Ron and Monique where. Oh well.

Tara found her first, smiling shyly and pulling her momentarily away from Eric. "Oh, Kim, I love your dress! It's so much better than mine!"

"I like your dress, Tara," Josh said. "And Kim's. Though I don't think guys are supposed to gossip about that kind of thing."

Tara laughed and pushed Josh into the dance floor.

"They're having fun," Eric said. "Kim, I do like your dress."

"Thanks. It is nice, isn't it?" And it was. Pale blue. Simple. But simple was elegant. And for the price she had made her dad pay for the dress… But she did look gorgeous. "I like your tux. Very handsome."

"Thanks. A friend helped me pick out. Though she doesn't have as good a taste as you do."

She grinned. "Back on my dress again?"

"It's very nice." But he was looking at her face, not her dress. She felt her heart melt into a puddle. "Would you like to dance?"

She tried to remain cool. "That's what we're here for, isn't it?"

"That it is." He took her hand gently and led her into the other dancing couples. It wasn't a slow dance. Something jazzy. But that didn't matter. Eric was an awfully good dancer. Very fun.

"Kim." Bonnie sailed past in Brick's arms. Apparently she had been tanning. "Nice dress. Get it out of a clearance bin?"

Kim smiled at Eric before turning her attention fully on Bonnie. The one who for now deserved it. But only for a second. This night belonged to her and Eric. "I was about to say the same thing about your dress, Bonnie."

"Designer original," Bonnie sniffed. "And where the heck is Stoppable? I was hoping he'd be here. So I could laugh at him."

She had to mention Ron. "I haven't spoken to him since last week, Bonnie."

Surprised flitted over Bonnie's face. Surprise? "Well, I thought that he'd try and stalk your house. Or something."

Ron wouldn't do that. Ron wouldn't even speak to her. She shot Bonnie her nastiest smile and returned to Eric.

The song was ending. A slow song was beginning. Oh yes. The moment she had been waiting for.

And then, just as the music was opening, another familiar tune rang electronically across the gym.

The kimmunicator. She just had to have brought that. Was it too much to assume that Wade would let her be for one night?

"Sorry, Eric," she said, leaving his arms and running to where she had set her bag.

He followed her. "Is everything all right?"

"I don't know. I hope. I just have to take this." She rummaged through the bag before she found the kimmunicator. "Wade?"

He wasn't smiling. "I see that you aren't with Ron."

"Wade, I asked you not to bring that up."

He seemed about to reply, but then changed his mind. "Kim, it's Monique."

Kim's heart skipped a beat. "Monique? I thought she was with Ron—"

"Drakken has captured her. I'm not sure why."

Kim bit her lip. Why Monique? Why wasn't Ron with her? "I don't know why either."

Wade nodded. "I guess he's just trying to get to you. He instant messaged me about five minutes ago."

"Drakken uses an instant messenger?"

"Apparently so. Anyway, he said he has Monique. And he sent me some coordinates. I'm uploading them right now. And Ron's not with them."

Kim almost lost her grip on the map that was printing out. "What?"

"I just wanted to let you know that Ron isn't there. Good luck. He probably as a trap set for you. Though I trust you to escape any of his traps."

She dumped the kimmunicator back in her bag. Monique. Monique was just a sweet girl. Why was he using her as bait? On the girl's prom night. On Kim's prom night. She turned to Eric, almost wanting to cry. "I'm sorry, but Monique has been captured. I really need to help her."

"I understand," Eric said.

"I guess you can wait here—"

"No." He grabbed her hand. "I'm coming with you."


The school was already in sight. Ron took the scooter up another speed. Which wasn't necessarily the brightest idea—he had already lost more of the bouquet. But it was still looking good. Looking very good. This kind of confidence couldn't be healthy. But if it got Kim back, what did that matter?

He was just going past a phone booth when, amazingly enough, it rang.

He immediately hit the brakes. Why was a pay phone ringing?

Yet it continued to ring. Very weird. That only happened in creepy movies where aliens take over Earth technology. He hopped off the scooter and went to the phone. Kim could wait five seconds. He picked up the mouthpiece. "Hello?"

"Ron, it's you. Good."

"Wade?"

"I have you microchipped, remember? And since you aren't talking to Kim, I had to get a hold of you separately."

"You can hook up to phone booths?"

Wade sighed. "Yes, I can. Is that so surprising? But that's not important. I noticed that Monique, instead of going to the prom with you, has been captured by Dr. Drakken."

Ron froze. "What?"

"Drakken has her."

"So she didn't go to the prom with another guy!" Ron hadn't been stood up!

"Ron, listen. I already told Kim about it. She's left."

"So Kim's not at the school?"

"No, I'll give you the address in a second. But Kim needs your help. I don't think Drakken would capture someone like Monique unless he was trying to get at Kim."


Avalon Estel: Thanks so much! Ah, yes. Monkey. Teehee.

BOC42: Thanks! And yes, Bonnie had to save the day. I actually think I based this fic around doing that with her. But really, thanks for the compliment about the voice. It means a lot when someone thinks I can do the fanfiction difficulty of a getting a character.

Bratty: Thanks. What would you do if you wanted to go to the ball or whatever and Bonnie showed up to help you?

Classic Cowboy: Bonnie is just a bitch with a heart. Thanks!

Elphaba WickedWitchoftheWest: Thanks!

Forlong: Ooh! More villains! I shall enjoy reading that. Once you get around to it! (Yes, that is a threat.)

Frosty Pickle Juice: Of course Bonnie rocks. Even ask her. She'll tell you so.

fryfan: I couldn't bare to have Bonnie help Ron and actually be nice about it. It so wasn't her. I'm actually somewhat thinking that as Bonnie did that, she was doing it because there was something in it for her: The fact that she thinks Kim and Ron would be cute together. Glad you approve.

gargoylesama: Sorry. All Bonnie did was make him buy clothes, shoes, and flowers. I think she had her own prom to worry about.

Jamie McFly: Make me. P )

Kiona Kina: Kimmie may be in love, but it's with the wrong guy!

LJ Fan: Ooh! The smile thing, I think it was the second Adddams family movie. That was good stuff. Maybe I should have Kim trip over the punch bowl later on…

MtnRon: I figure moms have to be smarter in things other than brain surgery. )

mzgina13: You really think I did their characters well? Thanks! That means a lot. And I had to do nice Bonnie. Bonnie is fun to work with. Thank-you so much! Though I'm sorry that Monique's plan has been delayed.

nebulia: Thanks so much! I'm trying so hard to keep them in IC, so I'm glad it works for you.

Rainsprite03: Bonnie suffered a momentary lapse of meanness. Poor girl. Oh, I hope Kim picks Ron. I guess I wasn't clear in my comments last time. I hope, I hope. I will kill Disney if they don't get together! Sorry for scaring you.

ShadowGirl: Kim is twitterpated. That makes girls stupid. You can have Ron until she gets her act together.

Spice of Life: Just because Bonnie is a nasty witch with a b doesn't mean she doesn't have a heart. Thanks!

WWLAOS: I don't think there is a way to give Ron a compliment without insulting him at the same time. That boy. I'm glad you approve of the sulking. It was actually based off of how my twin brother would have reacted in the situation. And I just had to do something with Bonnie. I actually like her, sadly enough. I just can't imagine someone be completely mean. I like to think that if she didn't have Ron and Kim to torture, her life wouldn't be as fun. If they weren't around, what would she do? I really did want to include Monique in that last chapter, but it just wasn't working. So I moved her part over to this chapter, as you can see. What do you think?