Disclaimer and Author's Notes: The series Kim Possible is wholly and legally owned by The Walt Disney Company and its subsidiaries. This is only a hobby of mine to keep my mind from decaying into a withered lump of mush. (It's happening anyway but writing slows down the process.) Our teens are Seniors at Middleton High and Bonnie Rockwaller is lonely since Brick is off at college. The Gods of Animation are taking care of the sitch... or are they?
Bon Bon and the Food Chain
Chapter 9
Kim Possible laid in her bed staring up at the ceiling, the sheets barely covering her naked body below her exposed bellybutton. She had abandoned wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt to bed a few months ago when she and Ron officially became adults and he started satisfying her to exhaustion and slumber. It was easy enough to merely slip on a robe if she needed to leave her room and Kim found she simply loved the freedom sleeping unencumbered by nightwear afforded her. Unfortunately, this night she didn't reach the arms of Morpheus after Ron had left. She stared in deep concentration, her brow furrowed, at no particular spot on the ceiling as the Sun came up and illuminated the room.
BeepBeepBeBeep
Kim arose, donned her pure white bathrobe and picked up her Kimmunicator watch. "Hey Wade, what's up?" she asked after she turned on the device and saw his face smiling from the screen.
"Kim, you need to log on to the website and answer all your email," Wade said and took a sip from the cup at his side. "You have over seventy emails in response to the message you had me send out yesterday."
"Seventy!" Kim exhaled in astonishment, "that's almost the entire Senior class!" She sat at her desk and set the watch off to the side so Wade could see what she was doing. Kim turned on her computer, brought up the website and logged into the special section where she could view and respond to any emails received. She scanned the subject heading for the first few messages. "They look to be confirmations to the message."
"I've gone through the responses," Wade mentioned from the Kimmunicator watch, "and all but three say they'll be at school Monday morning with swimsuits and bells on, but not much else."
"Great. How many students haven't responded yet?" Kim queried as she dove into the daunting task of reading all of the mail.
"There are only five students who haven't answered yet," Wade stated as he looked over the information coming up on one of his monitors. "My data shows the message is also starting to seep down into the Junior and Sophomore classes too. If the trend continues, you're looking at ninety-six percent of the entire student body showing up in bathing suits tomorrow morning."
"Thanks for the 411 Wade," Kim sighed and continued to read all of the emails. "Is there some way to separate the three emails from the students who won't be dressing down from the rest?"
Wade swiped his hands over the keyboard just once, his fingers swiftly dancing, before he sat back and grinned. "The three responses are highlighted now. If you want, you can send a general response to all the others and only handle those three separately."
"You rock Wade," Kim enthused as she composed a general letter of thanks for the support to the unusual request and the reason for the move. She sent it out and attacked the three emails saying they wouldn't be coming to school in swim attire. Being diplomatic, Kim told them to stand by their beliefs and that she understood their convictions but warned them that they might come under ridicule for not bowing to the majority. She wrote she would try to squelch any such attempts if they arose but couldn't be by their sides for the entire day and they would be on their own. "There, that might convince them to participate but in case it doesn't, that they should be prepared for the few who won't like them for not partaking in this exercise." Kim turned to her Kimmunicator watch. "Is there any way to contact the five who haven't responded yet?"
"I've conducted a little research and found that four of them are out of town or out of their service area for the weekend and won't be back until this evening."
"And the fifth?" Kim queried her Web Meister.
"Monique hasn't responded to the message at all. I'm not really sure what's going on there," Wade said taking a sip of soda. "Maybe you should call her yourself."
Kim looked over to her cell phone and saw she had turned it off and plugged it in to recharge when she and Ron had arrived in her room. "I have my cell turned off and her computer is on the fritz right now. That's why I haven't received any messages from Monique." Kim checked the charge and unplugged the phone from its charger. As she powered up the small communications device it immediately began to ring.
"Hey Monique, how's it hanging?" Kim giggled into the phone as she noticed her friend had filled her message center.
"Kim girl!" Monique's voice came through the speaker extra loud, "it's about time you answered that damned phone of yours!"
"Sorry Mo," Kim begged with a titter. "I turned it off when Ron and I got home and plugged it in to charge. I totally forgot about it until now."
"Wellll," Monique calmed down a bit, "okay. I suppose you were a bit distracted by your bodascious blond boy toy."
"Just a bit," Kim giggled. "So, why the urgent need to talk to me?"
"I'm trying to figure out what is going on in that whacked-out brain of yours," Monique harshed to her close friend. "Are you trying to get suspended or maybe just draw a month of detention? Did Ron screw you so hard your brains leaked outta your ears?"
"Monique, this is simply a celebration of the demise of the Food Chain," Kim said defensively. "No one should get into any trouble from this little demonstration. What we're doing is completely within the limits of the school's policies."
"Yeah maybe," Monique conceded, "but you know there'll be a few students who will push those limits and wear practically nothing."
"I warned against that in my email and if they do," Kim informed her friend, "then it's their heads on the line, not mine."
"And if a whole lot of students decide to take advantage of the situation and dress too risqué?" the African-American beauty who was all over the gossip scene in high school asked.
"What have you heard Mo?" Kim wondered warily.
"There was an immediate run on suggestive swimwear at Vicky's Unrevealed yesterday at the mall after your message was sent out," Monique informed the redhead, "and the sports store had a run on mens Speedos as well. Now I know the ones wearing said swimwear are responsible for their actions but I think Barkin will come down hard on the instigators too."
Kim thought about it for a couple of seconds before she turned to her Kimmunicator watch. "Wade, can we..."
"I'm already on it." Wade was furiously typing away and didn't look up when he cut her off. "I'm sending out another message warning of the consequences of under dressing and I'll prepare a legal defense strategy in case Mr. Barkin does come down on you and Bonnie."
"Have I ever mentioned that you rock Wade?" Kim turned off the Kimmunicator and returned her attention back to the phone call. "So Mo, have you decided what you'll be wearing to school tomorrow?"
"Kim girl," the redhead could practically hear the smirk coming over the airwaves, "you don't want to know beforehand what I'm wearing but I'm sure we'll meet up in detention at the end of the day."
"How much did Miss Vicky charge you for your new suit?" Kim laughed into the phone. "I hope she gave you a decent discount as a fellow mall employee."
"It was an even swap," Monique laughed back. "One barely there bikini for a slinky mesh dress that won't be put on display until next spring. I find it simply amazing that we're receiving our line of summer clothes for next year and fall ain't barely started yet."
"Really?" Kim queried. "What can I swap for one of those new, next year dresses?"
"Girlfriend, yours is already put aside, with a few special modifications." Monique let out with a long, loud laugh. "I think you should wear it to school over your gold colored bikini tomorrow."
"A mesh dress," Kim whined. "Then I'll be covered up more than everyone else. I want to take part in this display of support for the end of the Food Chain and Bonnie, not to maybe undermine it."
"Kim girl don't even worry about that. I'm coming right over to make the final fitting. If you don't like it I'll put the dress back in stock, but I know you'll love it and might even want to wear it without the suit for Ron."
"You've peaked my imagination," Kim giggled in anticipation. "I'll get my suit on and wait for you."
"I'm on my way! TTFN!"
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"KP," Ron said over the phone to his girlfriend, "I'll be wearing the only tank top I have but I can't decide between my beige swim trunks and the sandy colored ones for Monday."
"Ron," Kim groaned in exasperation, "they're the same exact thing except different colors and either of them will go with your yellow tank top."
"Will they go with my Huarache sandals too? I think they're earth tone."
"Yes Ron," Kim giggled at Ron's lack of fashion sense, "they are. They'll go with either of your swim trunks but if you want me to come over and lay out your clothes for tomorrow I can."
"That might not be a bad idea KP," Ron said in relief. "That way we'll be coordinated and look like a real couple. A couple of what I don't know."
"Okay Sweetie," Kim sighed. "I'll be over an hour early tomorrow morning to wake you up properly and help you get dressed."
"Aren't you coming over today?" Ron begged in confusion. "I thought you said you'd come over to watch TV or spar for a while. Maybe you're a little itchy too."
"Monique and I are getting our ensembles together for tomorrow," Kim said looking over to her girlfriend sitting on her bed who was fiddling with the dress. "I've been ignoring her way too much lately so we're spending a little girl time and we might go out shopping later. Why don't you spend the day with Bonnie and work on your report? I might drop by later tonight to check over your homework again and we can watch a movie or spar."
"So you're still religiously swearing off sex on Sundays?" Ron queried. "I guess I can live with that. I'll see you later, I love you."
"Ron," Kim became very serious, "I just want you to know I haven't made up my mind if I'll reverse the ligation or not. This is one decision I don't want to make in haste like I had done in the first place."
"Your instincts are always right the first time 'round," Ron sadly groaned. "If you decide to not have kids, well, I guess I can live with that."
"We'll see Ron," Kim said unsure of herself, "we'll see. I really do love you."
"Later KP," Ron stated and hung up the phone.
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"Which one do you think I should wear tomorrow Ron Ron?" Bonnie asked as she held the two different suits up in front of her almost naked body, one at a time. The only things she was wearing were her new ruby earrings and necklace and a two inch wide belt loosely draped around her waist that was secured with her ruby belt buckle.
"I liked the suit you had on out by the pool Friday," Ron chuckled as he leaned back into the sofa and stretched out, "but I'm not sure if you can't wear that one to school so I choose..." his finger hovered between the two choices, "...that one."
"That's the one I was thinking of wearing," Bonnie said joyfully as she tossed the other swimsuit over her shoulder through the bedroom door. "It almost matches my teal eyes."
"I can't tell the difference between teal and greenish blue," Ron shrugged with both hands, palms up, in the air, "I just like the suit and you looked good in it when you modeled it earlier."
"I understand you're color blind Ron but you have great instincts," Bonnie said with a gleam in her eye as she sat down next to him and patted his arm. She curled her legs underneath her body to one side and sexily leaned on Ron's shoulder. "Kim isn't the only one who can do anything and overcome all obstacles."
"You don't have to butter me up or build up my confidence," Ron laughed and twitched at her advances. "I'm happy with the way things are going in my life and nobody needs to stroke my ego no more." Ron fingered one of the earrings Bonnie was wearing. "Those are some mighty fine baubles you have on, I ain't never seen you wear em before. Where'd they come from?"
"My friend hid the earrings and necklace in the dresser drawers," Bonnie said with a tear in her eye as she lovingly clutched the necklace in one hand and adjusted the belt around her naked waist with the other. "They perfectly match the ruby belt buckle you bought me." She brought the gem from the necklace up to eye level and peered at it through teary eyes. "But they're too much. My friend didn't have to buy them in order to bribe me to change."
"I think they pale in your pulchritude," Ron said with a kind smile, "but if you don't want them I'm sure you can return em and get some money to buy food or other stuff you'll need."
"Buy food, what do you mean Ron?"
The blond boy looked at Bonnie peculiarly. "I woulda thought since you left your parents house and gone against their way of thinking they might cut off your credit cards in the future. You'll need some cash to buy food and stuff so you'll either need a job or else you'll have to sell off a few things you can do without. You really haven't thought this out that far in advance have you?"
"Not that aspect of it." Bonnie folded her hands into her lap and glared at the floor. "I thought I'd have a job by the time I was ready to move out of the house so I didn't consider living on my own without an income. I don't know if my parents will cut me off but I've already run through three or four arguments with the 'rents about my moving in here. I'm ready for that part when they get home."
Bonnie's cell phone rang and she got up to answered it in the bedroom. When she came back out her countenance was set in stone. "I guess my practice will be put to the test. Dad lost early. They just got home and found my empty bedroom."