Disclaimer: I own nothing of Kim Possible all belongs to Disney. This story is just for my enjoyment of writing.

Turning Lemons Into Lemonade

By Imyoshi

~ Enlightening Dullness ~

Oh no, you're not getting away that easily!

Pure resolve pushed out the next words in her mouth.

"Hey Stoppable!"

Ron's body came to an abrupt halt, the unexpected voice still buzzing in his ears. He gripped his bag a bit tighter, upon said words Bonnie had chosen – A choice of words not ignored from the frustrated teen. 'Hey Stoppable!' Hmph, Ron couldn't remember the last time Bonnie called him by anything other than loser. So to hear his name or at least part of his name called out. Well, gave the boy a reason to stop. Curiosity gripped the strongest of wills, something even he couldn't deny. So why not, let's hear Bonnie out.

"What do you want Bonnie," asked Ron, only turning slightly to meet her cold perpetual gaze.

The cold teenage cheer captain, walked up to Stoppable, glaring her usual glare. Each foot step barely registered, until she actually stood in front of him. Her features only harden. Funny, this girl has the approach of a shark, and one hell of an attitude to match. Actually the animal reference didn't seem to suit her; a shark was far too weak to compare Bonnie.

She scoffed, "Oh look it talks. And here I thought it was just a brainless half dweeb loser, with no right to even be on the same block as me."

Ron forced himself not to engage Bonnie, it only fueled her ambition and tendencies, "What do you want Bonnie," demanded the teen, filling her name with much toxin. Of course that didn't go unnoticed by the Queen Bee.

Smirking lazily, Bonnie poked Ron on the shoulder. What? That's her thing! "You know what loser," faked the brunette girl, as she glared deviously, "I seem to have forgotten. But if you want, we can talk about your horrible fashion sense?"

Ok, Ron's had enough of this, "Later Bonnie," he turned away from her, ready to leave, when the tug on his shoulder, kept him in place. Still? He questioned. The damn girl still wanted to poke her talons into his skin.

"Hold it Stoppable!" Ron did, for she called him by his name again. Ok maybe this time he would get some answers. So even against his better judgment, the teenager sighed, once again turning to meet her hard gaze.

"What is it?"

"I need some answers," ordered Bonnie, letting go of his shoulder, only to rest her knuckles upon her hips.

"I don't have the answers to tomorrow's math test," Ron quickly replied, in an ambiguous tone.

Bonnie shook her head in response, "No, Stoppable not that. I already have a nerd for that." Actually she had a nerd for each one of her classes, but that's beside the point.

Curiosity gripped his collar, "Then what?" He asked with a weak tweak of interest.

She paused, almost struggling against her inner conscience, "I want to know what happened between you and Kim." Bonnie had all but strained to make her request sound somewhat nice. The idea almost made her throw up in her mouth.

For a split moment, Ron swore that Bonnie's bitter gaze actually softened for a brief second. But his eyes just might be playing tricks on him. Bonnie didn't have a soft side; she was Bonnie Rockwaller– Cold ruthless ruler of the school. The girl only had a soft side for academic problems. Not people, and especially not over Kimberly.

Still, Bonnie or not, her request burned a deep hole in his heart. A burn that didn't seem to fade away and probably wasn't going to, anytime soon. The interest Ron had, just withered. The girl wanted to know a majorly big secret – a secret he no doubt, would soon become school news. And that didn't seem appeasing to his thoughts. His emotions once again being closed off, Ron gave the girl an offhand glare, clutching his bag firmer.

"Sorry Bonnie," he started, without any words sounding sincere, "But some things are better left in the dark."

Ronald turned, walking away to where ever he planned to go. Anywhere was good, as long as Kimberly wasn't there. He went a full two steps, before what he only knew, must be Bonnie, tugging him harshly by his sleeve. The brunette girl's grip proved to be both strong and firm, for Ron found it surprisingly hard to get away from.

"Tell me," she commanded, trying to exert some dominance.

The 'sidekick' paused at the unusual determination in her step. It seemed Bonnie wasn't going to give up anytime soon. For a girl like her, she usually gave up, when it became apparent, that getting the truth seemed to hard. But now. Now that same girl wasn't going to take a simple no as an answer.

How troublesome,

Swiping away his sleeve, Ron shot a sideways shrug over his shoulder, towards the school, "Why don't you just go ask Kim?"

Ron felt a stinging pain in his chest, for his tongue slipped. The girl's unusual attitude had cause the teen to get distracted and mumble his 'best friend's' name. Normally when he thought of her, it didn't hurt, but if the brief slip of her name escaped him – The feeling of betrayal, swelled in his unprotected chest. It hurt like hell, but he hid his pain easily. Having been a sidekick gave him practice and made it easy.

The cheer captain shrugged absentmindedly, "I would if she wasn't so screwed up. Honestly the girl is more unstable than her spot on the food chain. It's actually too sad to torment her."

'It's actually too sad to torment her?' Never would Ron Stoppable thought he would ever hear those words leave Bonnie Rockwaller's mouth. And now that he did, the moment did not feel all that satisfying. In fact, he felt cheated.

"So all that leaves is you," pointed out the girl, poking him on the chest, "Now I demand to know what happened between you and K, Stoppable!" Oh, the cold cheer captain was pulling out all the stops on this one.

The blond frowned, "You think demanding me to tell you is going to make me tell you?" It was true, Ron Stoppable was not afraid of some 105 pound cheerleader, who was in the need for some serious attitude adjustment. The girl could barely lift her own bag, without complaining. What threat was she?

Bonnie grinned, poking him repeatedly in an annoying fashion. Each individual poke was not all too hard, but each one could definitely be felt. The evil girl's grin widen, "I got all day Stoppable."

She did, being cheer captain gave her so many perks!

Ron sighed heavily, he accepted her challenged. And after somewhere between to 200 pokes to 300, he grumbled. Damn it!

"Fine," Ron yelled, pushing away her fingers, his deep brown eyes narrowing, "You're stubborn you know that?" Kim's arch 'rival' grinned in triumph – Now this victory felt earned.

"Hmph, I have to be, to be queen of this school."

Ron grumbled unnecessary words, hating for having lost to a 105 pound cheerleader. He sighed tiredly, this tale was going to take it's toll on him for sure. "Fine," he repeated, still not believing he caved, "It all started like this –

...

A cold definite silence existed, by the time Ron finished telling worrisome story. By the moment he finished, Bonnie only stood there, avoiding his gaze. She just fixed her cheer leader skirt, free from the invisible non-existing dust particles. In a way, Bonnie had become speechless, a first in Ronald's book or journal. The girl just stood there, going over and over again the information her teenage brain tried to soak in. The journal, the lying, and the betrayal from his best friend. All of it! And in all, she could finally begin to understand where Ron's sudden new attitude had came from.

It came from a dark place, created by her arch rival – Where she pushed her luck, basically destroying the foundation of trust, those two had built over the years.

Curiously, the blond waited for her reaction. It would be a lie to say, that it wasn't half the reason he told her the horrible tale. Besides, it;s always interesting to see how people react to juicy gossip. And Bonnie would be an a most interesting person to watch indeed. Moments passed, before the brunette teen coughed a fake cough.

"Well then I guess that explains everything for why K has been acting all down," she paused, shrugging, "I guess I should take it easy on her then?"

Ron's heart stopped, his blood turned cold, and the hairs on his body sat up. No way! Bonnie Rockwaller was not jumping with joy, for having dirt on Kimberly She wasn't beaming with a twisted smile, or saying some sarcastic remarks. No! The girl looked honestly sincere – Another first to add in his diary...journal!

Hmph, so the girl did have a conscience or ethnics or whatever? She had something ok!

The cheer captain huffed, regaining her mean look, "Actually if you don't mind Stoppable, as if I care really. I'm going to go find Kim!" She turned, moving with a cold grace with each step, reaching the school doors, and ready to find Kim. Until she turned back around, a 'L' shape finger gesture on her forehead, pointed directly at him, "See ya later loser!" And with that, the devious girl vanished into the school, out of sight from his view.

Ron watched Bonnie leave, feeling like he just set a chain of events he no longer had any control of stopping.

He wondered, what are the odds could this come back to bite him. He sighed lowly, knowing his dumb luck, very likely.

Too late now, he turned, prompting to head home. Why stay at school? There was nothing for him here, and besides, Ronald was getting hungry and had some new Log Dates to add in his diary, I mean journal! Today had definitely been a 7.8 on the weirdness scale.

...

Inside the empty cafeteria, the teen hero sat alone, thinking. Her arms resting on the table, all the while supporting her head. The girl didn't look sad, but neither was she happy. In fact Kim felt lighter than she normally did. Weird? I guess it had something to do, not having to worry about coordinating cheer practice anymore. The girl knew she should be sad, but the idea of less responsibilities actually made her feel somewhat better. It's not like she actually had time to worry about cheer leading anyways. Worrying about her friendship with Ron, already took enough time of her day. Plus it usually left her mind in a cold distant place - A place unknown to her.

Still,

Kim Possible felt lonely.

Grieving, Kim let her head hit the table, her cheek pressed up against her face. Her expression downing a bit, as too her posture. Kim was so tired of it. Tired of everything! Why couldn't the hero turn back time, and stop herself from ever taking that damn book? And stop herself from making the biggest mistake of her entire life.

Hmm, life was unfair, it truly was.

Blowing weakly a stray strand of her dull red hair away from her nose, Kim just sat there sad. The girl desperately needed something to distract her, something that Ron normally did for her. She winced, the thought hurt her more. Maybe Kim should just go home and lie in her bed? She thought briefly, yea it seemed like an easy idea. Sighing, Kim prepared to lift her head when–

Beep-beep-beep-beep,

Kim's eyes popped. The Kimmunicator! Wow, when was the last time she heard that sound? It's been a few weeks, since she even talk to Wade, very less did any sort of save the world mission. After the thing with Ron, her mind had actually blocked out the hero stuff, saving her some much unneeded drama. However, that didn't change the fact, that she was still Kim Possible world hero. Forcing herself decent, Kim pulled out her Kimmunicator from her bag, again forcing a passable smile.

But the girl couldn't do anything to hide her dull hair or her shallow eyes.

The screen came alive with her tech guru Wade Load looking as fashionable as an 11 year old super genius could be. A soda by his side, computers far to complicated for her to work, and even a misplaced action figure of a dinosaur. Hehe, super genius or not, Wade was still a kid.

"What's the sitch," Kim answered, having a sense of fear for the first time. Hero or not, she was so not in the mood to do any mission of sorts.

Wade being oblivious to common emotions at times, had one of those moments, "Hey Kim, we got a hit on the site!" Yup he saw nothing of her unkempt look, all the boy did was type away on his console, "It seems that there's been a break in at the Middleton National museum. Someone is after the art exhibit!"

The hero cursed under her breath, "I'm on it Wade."

"I'll call Ron–

"No!" Kim yelled out, startling the kid. She pushed yet another smile, "I can take care of this Wade, no big." Only her parents, Ron's rents, and Monique knew what happened between her and Ron, Wade didn't. And she didn't feel like getting him involved, besides, she doubt Ron would come along anyways. The girl choked a bit.

"Ron's got a t-test to study for, so I'll go it alone."

Wade brows raised, his fingers coming to a stop over the keys, "You sure Kim," normally the boy didn't bother looking at emotions, but even he couldn't ignore the panic in his friend's voice. The small stutter not escaping his range of perception.

The girl shook her head, "Yea I'm sure Wade...so when will my ride be here?" Kim pressured, wanting to get this mission over with quickly.

Sensing something amiss, Wade frowned, finally noticing the unkempt state Kim was in. Her eyes, her hair, even her skin, looked very not Kimmish. In other words, she didn't look like she was ready to on any mission. The boy leaned forwards on the screen, "You know I could give this to mission to Global Justice if you're not feeling up to it Kim?"

The girl's hands shook. The idea of having Global Justice take over for a while, seem like a spankin idea! That would solve another problem of her ever growing list of dramas she had.

But–

Maybe going on a mission wouldn't seem so bad? It would give her a reason to focus on other things, even for a bit. And a distraction was exactly what the girl needed. Yea, maybe? Focused, Kim stop shaking her hands, "No Wade I'm fine, just get the my ride here, that art thief isn't going to get away!" She proclaimed, already heading towards the cafeteria doors.

Deciding to drop her sudden mood change, Wade smiled weakly, "Your ride will be there in 10 Kim!"

Running, Kim headed out towards the school parking lot, "Right Wade! I'm on my way!" Funny, some much needed adrenaline pumped through her blood, already giving Kim some of her edge back.

The screen went blank with Kim running through the halls, avoiding the other students as she went. She almost avoided them all, until the presence of Bonnie at the end of the hallway, caused her to slow a bit. The new cheer captain saw her, and halted her movement, lying directing in her path. The girl glared hard, waiting. So, Bonnie intended to talk to her, apparently.

Glowering, the brunette waited, arms crossed beneath her chest, "Hey K we need to talk!" She all but yelled, trying to get her to stop. Kim ignored her, whizzing passed her, picking up speed again. Bonnie's expression darken, "Hey where are you going Kim!" The girl requested.

"On a mission!" Kim yelled over her shoulder, pushing open the doors and heading outside. The mere mention of 'mission' stopped the cold aura that surrounded her ex-rival. She couldn't believe it! Kim was going on a mission, with that appearance? Don't get her wrong, K knew 16 styles of kung-fu, but with any evidence of how she looked–

Tch, even Bonnie knew that girl was in no shape to go on a mission.

Author Notes: I felt a bit generous so enjoy this chapter much 2 days earlier, but that also means you have to wait till 'next' Friday for the next one.

I think I rather enjoy making Bonnie poke her victims. It seems like something she would do. In fact I like writing Bonnie, she's a fun person to write for. For once I enjoy writing something, go figure.

Thank you gummy bears for pushing me to finish this chapter! It's all about the gummy bears!

Weird...

By the way I have drawn a weird cover piece for this story, while I was at it. Oh and 'Kimmish' isn't a word, just thought I clear that out for you.

So do you think Kim could handle a mission without Ron?

I came to a realization that if I really wanted to make my stories 'pop,' I need to make them longer - Don't I?