Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible or any properties there of.

Author's Notes: This is an aside that really doesn't go anywhere. I know that everyone compares Bueno Nacho to Taco Hell. Okay, technically I know it is Taco Bell, but that is what we always call it. Though watching episodes again, it reminds me more of a possible regional chain called Taco Bueno. Long ago and far away, well in memory anyway, there was also a chain called Del Taco. Both of these were in the local area of my youth and young adulthood before Taco Bell entered the local market. This isn't going anywhere really; I just wanted to get it out, though I may be using some of their items for Ron to 'introduce' as new products.

From the view point of using also, that came from speech. The interesting thing is that hardly anyone speaks in grammatically correct English.

Forward to the Mall:

Kim slid her arms around Ron as he got off of his now rocket propelled scooter. Embracing her now boyfriend she nuzzled his neck. "Missed you."

"I missed you too, KP. But it has only been an hour since we have seen each other. You couldn't have missed me THAT much."

"Yes I can. I can do anything, including getting you some decent suits to meet the Board of Directors. Come on, I have already called Monique and told her what I was looking for. This should be somewhat painless."

"For who?" Ron asked hopefully.

"Me, I remember the last time I took you shopping for clothes at the mall."

"I can't believe that the store barred us for that. But you can't hold that against me. Those mirrors could confuse anyone. That and I was still on edge from the mission."

Kim gave him a half grin and bumped him with her hip as they walked. "The mission was getting Missus Gredle's cat from a tree, and you are lucky that Amelia had finished dressing before you went through the curtain."

"Yeah, lucky…" Ron slightly blushed at the memory. The chaos of the trip and fall and slide ending up face down, and then turning onto his back to get up, only to be met with a view up Amelia of the long legs skirt. Kim said he was lucky that she was dressed. It was true, if she wasn't his brain would still be trying to get out of the freeze frame that was still in his mind from time to time.

"RON!" He turned to the fuming red head next to him. "Where were you?"

Ron blushed more. "I was thinking about last night. How beautiful you looked and how intoxicating your kisses were." Ron may not have had much experience with romance, but he had seen enough movies to be able to figure out the right line. Though in retrospect, the thought of Kim in a dress in the same situation played in his head. The thought of her legs leading up to the cherished treasure that her clothing guarded did more to short circuit him than the actual occurrence with Amelia. Luckily, he was able to follow along with Kim through the sparsely populated mall.

Kim noticed him slowly drifting behind her as she continued to head towards Club Banana. She glanced back and tracked his eyes strait to her… "Ron, sweetie, eyes up."

"Sorry, KP, I just got lost in the rhythm. I guess I never let myself know how wonderful it is to watch you walk."

Kim slightly blushed at the comment. "No one has ever told me that."

"I don't know why not. Now that we are moving to the next step there is so much that I have realized." Ron moved his face slowly towards Kim's. She closed her eyes and waited till she felt his lips on her… nose.

"What?" Kim said in shock of the unexpected.

"Let's get this shopping done so we can catch a movie. I think that Italian one that you want to see is still playing at the Bijou downtown."

"The one you said that the only thing worse than a chick flick is a chick flick that you have to read?"

"What can I say," shrugged Ron, "being in a relationship gives one new perspectives."

Kim giggled as the nudged him into Club Banana. Seeing Monique, she waved. As the ebon teen approached she greeted her friends, "Girl, Ron, you are not going to believe what happened. I didn't want to tell you on the phone… Brick asked me to go to Slamarama!"

"That is sold out!" exclaimed Ron.

"I know and he has, wait for it… Front row tickets also. Tonight is SO going to rock."

"Monique, that is so great." Kim paused in thought. "So what does one wear to a Slamarama?"

"The new Pain King baby doll shirt and a pair of tight jeans. Not only are we going to the matches, but he is also buying supper. It is at Bueno Nacho, but it is the thought that counts."

At the mention of his new employer Ron beamed. He nudged Kim. "Oh yeah, did you pull the suits I called about?"

"Sure did. I pulled a size up and down from what you said since you didn't know the size. Though I can guarantee that those sizes are too small for your dad, for Ron they would be right though."

"That's who they are for. He needs them for his new job."

"Job? What is he going to do? Work in the corporate offices of Bueno Nacho?"

"As a matter of fact…"

"Oh my… Think maybe you can hook a buddy up?"

"In moderation, yes, but I may call on you to test new products," said with a decaying serious look on his face.

Monique squealed. Kim looked at her. "Think we could get those suits tried on? He needs to look the part."

Monique nodded in agreement and took Ron to the back to start the process of trying on the suits. Kim decided to stop and look at some of the new shorts that had come in while he was changing.

"Kim?"

Kim looked up and saw Tara on the other side of the display. "Hey, Tara, how did your night go?"

Kim noticed the slight frown. "Good until after the dance. He wanted to go somewhere that I didn't. It's hard to walk a couple of miles in heels."

Kim went around and hugged her fellow cheerleader. "That's horrible, Tara. You should have called me."

Tara shook her head, "I saw that you and Ron finally let down your guards long enough to show each other how you really felt. And I knew that Bonnie would be in no state to help either. I would like to talk about that if you don't mind."

Kim looked at the changing rooms and no sign of Ron. "Okay, but if Ron comes out I will need to check on him."

Tara giggled, "Clothing upgrade?"

"Something like that. So what do you want to talk to me about Bonnie?"

"She feels really horrible about what happened last night. She thinks that everyone hates her because of…"

"Bonnie being Bonnie? I don't hate her. Angry at myself for listening to her and almost missing perhaps the greatest thing in my life, yes, but not hate."

Tara had a sheepish grin on her face. "Would you mind telling her that you don't hate her yourself? I went to her place this morning and she was a wreck. I had to actually cajole her to come shopping!"

"Sure if I see her I will make sure…" Kim saw Tara waving at the door. She then saw the slightly slumped form of her rival trudge nervously towards the two of them.

"Uh, hi, Kimmie, nice day, huh?" croaked out of the brunette's mouth.

"Yes, it is, Bonnie. Did you really think that I hate you? We may not see eye to eye, but I didn't think any one could say that we hated each other." Kim said taking a deeper look into her face. She noticed the tear streaks and the fear and pain in her eyes.

Before the tears that were welling up could be released, Kim hugged the normally catty brunette. "Come on, I think you need to hear something." Kim guided Bonnie back to the opening of the dressing rooms.

"Hey Monique, what do you think about Bonnie?"

Monique not looking back as she was collecting some clothes that had been left by other customers said, "Don't really agree with the girl, but you can't deny her fashion sense. Her outfit last night was smoking."

Kim looked at the morose girl next to her, she could see a bit of light breaking through her clouded countenance. "Hey, Ron, how about you?"

"Think about Bon-Bon? She is great, well except for the put downs and all, but that is what makes her different. Don't take this wrong, KP, but after you she is the only other person that I would never be able to ask out for fear of rejection. By the way, since you are here, could you help me with this tie?"

As Ron stepped out of the changing room, he heard the sniffling of a woman and looked to see Bonnie sliding down to the floor being comforted by Kim and Tara. "She heard that, didn't she?"

Monique seeing what was happening grabbed the emergency tissue box that was stashed away just in case it was needed and handed it to Bonnie. Kim looked at the puzzled look on Monique's face. "She thinks that we hate her because of last night."

"Heck no, anyone that can pull off the Pink Poof has GOT to have redeeming qualities."

Bonnie looked up with a weak smile at Monique, "Thanks." She then looked to Ron in his suit. "That's a nice cut for you. It would be better in a navy blue or a black. Brown doesn't work for a suit coat for you, a charcoal one would do wonders for you."

Monique looked at Ron and leaned back. "She's right. Change out of that one and put on the navy suit. I'll be back with one in charcoal."

"Uh, thanks, Bon-Bon." Ron smiled at her as he went back into the changing room.

Kim noticed that her smile had gotten a little bigger upon seeing Ron's. "Kind of addicting isn't it."

"Yeah… K, I am so sorry for all the things that I have said and done."

"No big, B. After meeting your sisters, I can kind of understand it. I mean you were constantly put down by them and that was the only way you knew of how to relate to people."

They say Monique return with a charcoal grey suit and hang it on the hook outside of Ron's changing room. "Just toss the brown suit on the door when you are out of it." Monique walked over to the now rising Bonnie. "We okay now?"

"Yeah, we're fine. Me on the other hand… I don't know," answered Bonnie.

Tara hugged her from behind. "I'll make sure of it. Come on. We shopped, now time for smoothies."

"Okay," Bonnie waved by to Kim and Monique, "Bye, see you later."

As they were leaving, Kim saw Bonnie put her head on Tara's shoulder and heard her say, "I don't deserve someone like you."

"That's okay, I don't mind," came out in Tara's voice as they left ear shot.

Monique turned to Kim, "I didn't have the heart to tell her that Brick was taking me out tonight."

"I didn't either. She is down on herself more than anyone else would be."