Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible. That would be wrong.
Author's Notes: Campy, there are times that you make a bet to lose it. You could either like what the other person's condition for them winning is, or you could just be setting up your pigeon for a 'double or nothing' bet. Jez, re-reading what I wrote, you are right on the pacing. I had just a little bit of free time at work and needed to de-stress. It looked good to me at the time. As to Bonnie not bringing it up, I don't think that is Bonnie's style. Say what you will about her, she seems to be always strait forward, sometimes too much so.
And to those that say that I like to torment my audience… Who? Me?
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Surprisingly Kim felt well rested when the morning greeted her and she got up for school. She grabbed the mandatory piece of toast and promised to eat at least a granola bar from the stockpile in her locker. The only time she had been a serious breakfast eater was when her mom made pancakes. She caught up with Monique four blocks away from the school and was about to tell her the developments of last night. Was about to is key, because they were approaching Ron from behind quickly.
It is not that they were moving quicker than their normal walking pace. It was because he was experiencing the joy of the wind in his face, on his scooter, when it was straining to push him about two miles an hour. "Hey, Ron," both of them said over the groaning engine.
"Ladies, might I interest you in a ride to school?" he asked.
"I need the exercise, Ron. Maybe next time?"
"I better keep Monique company. Plus we have some gossip to catch up on."
"I'll see you there then."
And with that they passed him and extended their lead until they rounded the corner. At that point they started to giggle. "What does Bonnie see in him?"
"He's nice, treats her like a goddess, isn't fresh, doesn't try to force her into anything, has a child like wonder with the world, can cook like a five star chef, and makes her laugh," Kim said as she ticked the points off on her fingers.
"Yeah, but what else?" asked Monique as she giggled.
Kim joined her giggle and then straightened up. "I guess you wouldn't be interested in who gave Bonnie and I a ride home last night… in a limo, after flying us here in her private jet…"
Monique squealed, "Girl, who? You got to dish to me."
"One condition. No spreading it until after school."
Monique looked at her shocked and gave a look like she wasn't going to agree. "Okay."
"You will swear on your Club Banana Platinum card and your employee discount."
"Kim, that is playing low. That is so mean…" she took a deep breath, "Okay, I got to know. Who?"
Kim put her fingers in her ears, "Britina."
Even with the impromptu protection the sound perpetuated in a ringing inside her head. Kim saw that Monique's mouth was shut so assumed that her eardrums were safe. "I thought so. Anyway, I don't think I will be able to room with you at college. I got an offer that is way better than Upperton U."
"What?"
"Private tutors in international affairs, with Britina. Conditional that I do security work for her, while pulling a salary." Kim paused and waited for her friend's brain to compile what she just said. "I would like all of THAT kept on the down low."
"I will file it under S then."
"For secret?"
"For special, as in for me to know and act superior that I know something that no one else does."
"Except, Ron, Wade, and Bonnie. And my parents, and probably Ron's. The tweebs. Bonnie probably rubbed her sisters faces into it… Probably called her dad about it also…"
"Okay, so when can I tell others?"
"I'll see if I can get Britina to let you do the announcement on the entertainment shows," Kim said as she covered her ears with her hands.
There was a pause and then there was a loud scream that was heard inside the orchestra room at the school.
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Ron made sure that Bonnie's car was in its regular spot before finding a spot to slide his 'machine' into. As he was about to slip it into one of the half sized parking spots, a motorcycle slipped into it. Ron killed the engine on his scooter and pulled it onto its kickstand.
"Hey, I was about to park there," he tried to yell over the sound of the revving engine.
Suddenly the engine was killed and the usurper of his parking space removed his helmet. "Sorry, did you say something? I get lost sometimes… It is just me and my machine…"
"And the road," finished Ron. "I know what you mean. I'm the same way. I'm Ron, Ron Stoppable."
"I'm Eric; I just moved here."
"Ah, then you will need someone to show you the ropes. That would be me. I am master of the domain."
Eric got off of his bike and followed Ron. Ron was busy pointing out the gathering points of various groups, locations to avoid getting hemmed into while in the halls, where the hall monitors usually were when Eric asked, "So, where do I go to get my schedule?"
"Ah, yes, hmm. I am more of a 'Big Picture' person; details are not my thing."
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From the brief encounters between classes, and stolen kisses in the halls Ron was slowly getting his Bon-Bon fix. It was just enough to keep both of them tolerable to the rest of the student body. As lunch came around, Bonnie moved to get their usual table, and Ron went to get the glop that the school board referred to as nutritious food. Ron noticed Eric and waved him over into the line. After the cursory warnings about the lunch ladies and the meatloaf, they got their trays and walked over to the waiting Bonnie.
"Bon-Bon, this is Eric. Eric this is my girlfriend, Bonnie." After they had exchanged pleasantries and had taken their seats Ron started to eat. Luckily for him, Bonnie had insisted on him eating in a more civilized manner at the table. This actually allowed him to push and prod the gray muck that seemed to want to fight his fork.
"Who's that?" asked Eric pointing to the lunch line.
Ron looked up from pondering the ingredient make up of the somehow sentient substance. "Oh, that's Kim Possible. You may have heard of her. Saves the world on a regular basis, and is my best friend."
Kim came over to the table and Eric stood and gave her a smile that almost melted her knees. As he sat back down he moved his chair, knocking Ron into Bonnie's lap. Ron quickly placated his protective girlfriend and while straightening himself he saw where Kim hadn't noticed anything besides Eric.
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Soon the end of the day came and as students fled the halls of learning three people stood by a familiar locker. "Ron-Ron, are you sure this is okay? I mean you did win the bet; I can come with you if you would like. I don't HAVE to go with K, and 'Tina."
"It's okay, Bon-Bon, I understand that you need girl time. I just missed you last night. It's not like you aren't going to pick me up after shopping or anything like that."
"You got that right. Nothing will keep me from you tonight." She pulled in close to him and whispered, "And I may be able to get a limo ride for just you and me to Observation Point. It is supposed to be clear tonight. The stars will be out, and I will wear something special. We can celebrate our new jobs."
Kim couldn't hear what Bonnie was saying, and she was glad of it as she watched Ron's face turn from pink to red. She shut her locker loudly behind the pair of lovebirds and smiled. "We need to start heading out front. Are you sure that your car is going to be okay, Bonnie?"
Bonnie nodded, "T is going to drive it back to my place. She left hers there this morning." Bonnie took a critical eye to Ron. "Are you sure you are okay? I mean, Tara could drop you off at Bueno Nacho if you are not feeling up to it."
Ron squeezed her hand, since there was a teacher in the hall, "I feel fine. I am going to dress out for practice come Monday. No need for me to hold anyone back from having fun."
As the trio approached the front door they could see a crowd had gathered to ogle the limo that was out front. When they emerged from the doors of the school Kim spoke up, "Excuse me, coming through."
Hearing the voice the crowd parted and they walked through. Bonnie turned to Ron, "Think we should call her Moses?"
"Nah, with her Kimness she would do more than throw down the tablets, or strike the rock. Who knows how long it would take us to get anywhere then?" commented Ron back to her softly.
This caused both of them to giggle. Kim turned around, "What?"
"Nothing, KP. Just a Temple joke," Ron smiled.
As they neared the white limo the chauffeur opened the door and Britina popped out her head. At this moment half of the gathered student body screamed. Kim dove into the opening. Bonnie turned, gave Ron a hard, lingering kiss and followed suit. The door closed and quickly the vehicle was away.
Ron slipped silently, sullenly away to his scooter. He wanted to spend time with Bonnie. He did not want to go shopping. He wanted to hold her. He did not want to be the fourth wheel. He wanted her to know how much she mattered to him. He wanted to show her how he felt. He wanted to show her how he had decorated the inside of his house since his parents were going to be in San Diego all weekend attending an actuary convention. He wanted to give himself to her, but knew that what she wanted was important also.
He slipped on his helmet and slowly, oh so slowly puttered to the only place that understood him, Bueno Nacho.
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Ending notes: Yes, I am paraphrasing some of So the Drama. Things will be somewhat different to reflect the ideas that have already appeared. Yes, I enjoy writing torturous stories for my audience.