Blonde Ambition: Chapter Two
By S-Chrome

Disclaimer: Tara, and the object of her affection, Stop Ronn... er, Ron Stoppable, and the rest of the bit players are properties of Disney. With that, nothing more needs to be said.

Mother always said there would days like this. You know, the type of days where any and everything would seem to go wrong?

I totally failed my English exam. Then, I was late for the rest of my classes and got detention for the rest of the week. Then at practice, I bungled the pyramid, or at least that's what they told me. Bonnie & Kim notified me that I was distracted and told me to sit out the rest of practice.

Humph. First time I've ever seen them agree on anything.

As for Ron... Well I guess he would be the reason why I'm so distracted.

"I wanted to talk to you about something else." I say to him. With his interest now fully on me, he asks the question of all questions.

"A-A-About what?" He stammered.

Taking the deepest breath I have ever taken in my life, I take a step closer to him.

Here Goes Nothing.

"Wellll...", I say. "I was kinda sorta wondering if you were doing anything Friday Night."

He then gets this peculiar look on his face.

"No. Not really." He says uneasily. "Why?"

"I just wanted to know if you wanted to hang out with me or... something..."

He goes all wide-eyed on me. Uh-Oh... Definitely not the look I was hoping for...

Now I'm all stressed (and apparently distracted). What am I gonna do now? Who the heck am I gonna talk to if I need some advice? While I'm still in this deep state of contemplation (that's a school word.), Kim takes a seat next to me and grins at me.

"Next time, don't squeeze him so hard," She said still grinning.

I can't help but to smile back at her.

He said 'Yes!'

Not only did he say 'Yes', he said...

"Hang on, let me get this straight," He said, apparently not believing my offer. "Y-Y-You want to h-hang out with m-me on F-F-Friday Night?"

I nod.

"No, Seriously, Tara... You, a pretty cheerleader, want to hang out with me, Ron Stoppable, on Friday Night?"

I nod again and stop for a second... He called me pretty! What a sweetheart...

"Are you really serious? This isn't one of those games that cheerleader's play on the official school loser, is it," he asked with his arms crossed. He really shouldn't look at himself like that.

"No," I say. "And, Ron... I don't think you're a loser," I say softly. He blinks twice and stares at the door of his locker. I really hope I convinced him. He turns around and faces me with that smile that I've grown used to seeing.

"So Friday Night," He asks.

"Uh-Huh," I say, fluttering my eyelashes for him.

"Count the Ron-man in," He says excitedly. Yes! He said yes!

I pull him into this huge hug. I don't care who's watching us. When I pull away, he's got this look on his face like he's about to faint or something. I guess kissing him on the cheek before going to class didn't help him much either.

I swear, it's the stuff that dreams are made of, isn't it? It plays back in my head over and over. I soo can't wait until Friday. Except for the fact that today is Friday.

What happened to Wednesday and Thursday?

Did I spend all that time fantasizing about what's going to happen tonight? Hehe, guess so. Speaking of Friday... What the heck am I going to wear?

That question was answered by Bonnie. She's such a livesaver. She picked out this little black number that was totallyawesome. Even though she doesn't like Ron, she knew this night was important to me. Heck, before she left, she even gave me a little vote of confidence.

"No matter what you wear, you're still gonna blow Stoppable away," She said before giving me a hug.

I swear I almost melted right there. Thank you, Bonnie. That's why she's my best friend. I wish everyone knew how nice she could truly be underneath that hard shell of hers. Oh, well, I guess it would ruin her mystique. Speaking of mystique, I've been daydreaming (Or is it nightdreaming, since it's the evening? I'm not too sure.) when the doorbell rings. All of a sudden, I'm low-flying down the stairs to the door so that my bratty younger brother won't get to the door before I do. A small success.

I collect myself for a second. You know who it is, Tara. Wipe off the sweat. Ignore the butterflies in your stomach. Take a deep breath. Turn the knob.

Right on schedule.

There he is. It's Ron. And he looks...

Absolutely gorgeous. Wow! I think even Bonnie would be impressed.

"Hey, Tara," He says to me.

Ok, Tara. Wipe the drool from the side of your mouth. There ya go...

The best part is that he's looking at me over... and his jaw is like, on the floor. OK, I'm exaggerating, but I can tell he thinks that I'm appealing. Which is, of course, totally badical.

"Hi, Ron," I say shyly. "Shall we go?" I ask, offering my arm. He takes it.

And off we go.

OK, So Ron doesn't have a car. He has... this scooter that keeps dying every time we reach a red light. I know most people would find this silly, but I think it's kinda cute. We reach our destination;The Venician Palace; Just the most delicious and romantic restaurant that I know of. Though I wouldn't say we weren't totally late, we were kind of, fashionably late.

Like a gentleman, Ron pulls up a chair for me. While we're eating, I really, really hope that he hasn't caught me staring at him... That much.

"Hey, Tara? Tara?"

I snap out of my Ron-related daze... Uh-Oh... Busted.

"What or who are you staring at?" He asks with a slight grin appearing on his face. I know I'm not the smartest girl in the world, but I know the perfect answer for that question.

"Ohhh, Nothing," I answer shyly. "Just a majorly cute guy."

The perfect answer, but... what's he looking around for?

"Ohh! You mean me,"

As he begins to blush, I just can't help but to giggle. If he was any cuter, he'd be one of my stuffed animals.

Next Stop: The movies. I don't care if it ended the series, I think it was just a matter of time before they made an Agony County movie. I've been having a great time. I think Ron is too. There's just one teensy-weensy problem while we're watching the movie. It's a bit surprising, to say the least. Doesn't every guy try the arm thing on a girl while they watch the movie?

OK... Thirty minutes into the movie. No arm thing... I'm fairly alarmed here.

Either he's a bit more shy than I thought or the poor guy lacks confidence. Suddenly, I snap an idea. It's a little risky, but I think I can handle it.

I'm going in...

I move my head ever so slowly to his shoulder... just a couple of more inches... and... I'm there.

He looks a little surprised, but he smiles anyway. I get the arm thing. As my date would say... Booyah! Somehow I'm a little more excited about this than I should be.

Everything has went the way it's supposed to. And here we are at my doorstep.

The best part of the date. It'd be crude to say that this was the part of the date I was waiting for, but I can't lie to myself.

"I had a really nice t-time, Tara," My blond date says.

"S-So did I," I stammer. I still manage to smile at him.

He draws a bit closer to me. Here it comes! I've been daydreaming (and night-dreaming) about this moment so much that it's almost unbearable to keep waiting. My heart is totally pounding as he... he...

...pecks me on the cheek?

Are you kidding me?

By the time I figure out what happened, he's near the sidewalk, about to hop on his scooter and leave! Oh, No! Not on my watch! No boy crush of mine is going to get off with just a lousy peck on the cheek! As I'm rushing toward him,I quickly find out that it's hard to run in heels, but thankfully, his scooter is struggling to start, so I catch up with him.

"Uh... Tara, is there something I forgot?"

Hah! Even he knows.

I answer him by grabbing the back of his neck and kissing him. Sometimes, you just have to take the direct approach, I guess. As I'm happily snogging him, he begins to snog back. I swear I never wanted to pull away, but a little thing called oxygen kept me (and Ron for that matter) from doing that. When I take a look at him, he looks like the happiest guy on the planet. Which is, once again, totally badical!

"Good Night, Ron," I say in my most seductive voice. I can almost feel him watching me as I walk up the walkway to my house.

"G-G-Good Night, Tara," He shakily replies from a distance.

Hehehe... It will be.

Monday comes sort of quickly when Friday Night was like the highlight of the weekend. Forget the weekend... It was, like,the highlight of the year!

Tara & Ron. Bonnie can say otherwise, but I think it's has an awesome ring to it.

Speaking of which, this morning, while I'm walking along the hallway, I see him along with Kim. She gives me a wink, as for Ron, I wave to him, and he waves back. But what he doesn't notice is that he's about to walk into that door.

Oops. That's gonna leave a mark... Kim shakes her head. I cover my mouth to keep myself from giggling.

As I hit Math Class. I have only one thing on my mind. Not whatever it is that the teacher is teaching, but one blond-haired boy that I've had a crush for some time now.

Sooner or later, I, Tara King, will make Ron Stoppable mine.

The End

There it is. The second and final chapter... Almost six months in the making.

The reason why this didn't come out sooner was because of almost too-frequent bouts of writer's block and indecision on my part. I, for one, do not think that this is my best work. But, I had to press on, for the sake of one of my favorite pairings: T/R (Uh... Yay!)

Reviews. Criticisms. And throw salt at me if you think this chapter was too-darn saccharine-sweet for you.

I might need it.

S-Chrome