Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, though the desire is there for me to own the series. What we need to do is all focus our energies to change the world that I do own Kim Possible. Then I would put new episodes on the air. Likely, the animation would be more anime style. Some may not like it, but series in Japan run new episodes every week. Think about it that way.

Author's Notes: This chapter does contain potential slash. It is defiantly 'Shonen-ai'.

On with the story…

The bright shining morning light mocked the resident of the room. The happy languid beams softly tried to penetrate the foul mood of the girl wallowing in her loathing, now turned from others to herself. She smothered her screaming sobs into her pillow, hoping that no other person would hear her.

The words of my sisters still ring in my ears and through my mind. The put downs the cattiness. All of it amplified by the looks from my so called friends. I tried so hard to be the top of everything, but now, one simple act has caused me to fall lower than I could acknowledge.

I have become what I mocked. I have become the social loser. I am on the outside now, because I had to be number one. There was no other way in my mind to get my sisters continuous put downs and berating to stop. Of course, they are perfect and I am the whipping dog. It has always been that way, no matter how hard and long I practice, study or try, it would never to be enough for me to even match them, in their own minds at least.

The knock on the door broke the girl out of her sobbing. "Go away, Mom. I don't need any coco moo."

"Bonnie?" came the plaintive voice that was certainly not her mother.

"T-Tara?" asked the tear streaked face as it looked up in confusion.

"May I come in?"

"No, I don't need anyone to tell me what a loser I am to my face. I am doing a good enough job myself."

Bonnie heard the door knob turn and saw the door slowly open. The blonde's hair preceded her crystal blue eyes. Bonnie saw in those two orbs the one thing that she didn't see from anyone last night, concern. Concern for her and her feelings. "You are not a loser. No one thinks that, well, no one that matters anyway."

"Come on in. I don't want you to hang from the side of the door all day." Bonnie pulled her knees up to her chest, sandwiching the pillow between her legs and her chest. Tara took the opportunity to lie across the bed at the feet of her friend. She rolled to her back and looked up at her brown haired friend.

"Brick dumped me. He dumped ME. I am the one that always dumped."

"Don't worry about it. You two weren't good for each other anyway. The only reason you kept stringing him along was because he was the quarterback. School is all but over, that doesn't matter any more. You should look for someone that you like, that likes you, and that you want to be around. That is what I am going to do."

Bonnie half sniffled, half snorted. "The only person like that I can think of is you."

"Same here."

The silence of the room exploded into Bonnie's ears. She wasn't sure if she had heard the lithe girl at her feet correctly. "Did you say…"

"The only person that I can see me with that likes me and I like them is you. Yes. I know this is probably awkweird, but schools almost over and I thought, what the hey."

"What about…"

"A cover, he has a date with his bf. He goes to Upperton."

"I thought you liked Stoppable for a while there, and what about Josh?"

"Did you ever notice how many feminine mannerisms either of them have? It's not that I like girls; it's that I like some girls. Well one specifically, that is."

"T, I… I don't know. I never really considered it."

"You like hanging out with me?"

"Sure, you are great."

"Then let's keep it like that. If it goes any further, then so be it. I do promise that I would never cheat on you."

"That is saying a lot considering some of my priors. And I do like the way that you glisten…"

"So, what say we hit the mall for some shopping therapy and smoothies?"

Bonnie smiled and stood up. She then looked down at the prone blonde. "Let me get cleaned up and then we will go. Thanks for being my friend, girl."

Tara flipped backwards off the bed. As she straightened herself, she looked at Bonnie smiling. "If you ever decide to change the order of those words…"

"You will be the first to know." Bonnie wrapped her arms around Tara. "Thanks for being a friend."

Author's Notes: I tried a bit of a small experiment with the second and third paragraph. First person is one of the hardest things for me to write. That and present tense. Which those paragraphs were in also. Let me know what you think. BTW Tara and Bonnie is an interesting pairing. I have seen it done before a couple of times, but I wanted to try and to it in a more tender and somewhat believable way. This might be a spin-off chapter if reviews and interest are good.