Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible or any of the show's characters (unfortunately). This fic is written solely to entertain; I do not earn anything (except hopefully more reviews g).

AN: This story ignores the events of StD, but includes all the episodes of the series. Bear with my English, as I am not a native speaker, thanks! (But please do tell me if you find any mistakes, so that I can improve)

I'd also like to thank you all for the great response I got to my first chapter:) That was a most welcome surprise; I just hope I won't let you down with the next chapters. And now enjoy chapter 2:) And, of course, reviews are still highly appreciated! ;)

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Tara clapped her hands over her mouth in horror, while Ron just stared, flabbergasted.

"Oh my God, Bonnie, that's horrible!" Tara finally said.

"But now we know who they are," Ron began. "So we tell your sisters…"

"NO!" Bonnie shrieked. "They… they hate me. They wouldn't believe me. They'd probably say it's my fault in the first place."

Ron seemed even more flabbergasted than before. "What? But Bonnie…"

"They hate me! I can't tell them!" She broke down in sobs.

Ron automatically started stroking her back again. "Okay, Bonnie, so we don't take you home. Don't worry." He looked at Tara. "Tara, could Bonnie stay at your place for the night?"

The blonde cheerleader nodded. "My parents are away for the weekend, so that's no problem."

Ron turned back to Bonnie. "Would you stay with Tara for tonight? Is that okay?"

The brunette merely nodded.

Tara placed a reassuring hand on Bonnie's shoulder. "Okay then, let's go to my car and we'll be off."

"Do you have everything with you?" Ron asked. "Coat, keys? Do you need to say good-bye to your boy-friend?"

Bonnie didn't answer at all, just kept her arms around Ron, but Tara smiled. "We didn't have coats with us when we came, and since we don't have any boy-friends at the moment, there's no one we need to say bye to."

Ron was surprised. "But Tara, aren't you dating Josh?"

The blonde shook her head. "We went out a couple times, but it didn't work out. He's just not my type, I guess."

Ron just shrugged at the info and accompanied the girls to Tara's car.

Tara unlocked the door, and Ron helped Bonnie into the backseat. "Well then, I guess it's good-night." However, Bonnie didn't let go of his arm. "Ahem… Bonnie, I'm going to need that arm."

The brunette looked at him with fearful eyes. She opened her mouth several times, but she seemed unable to say anything.

Ron looked helplessly at Tara, who just smiled reassuringly. "Why don't you take Bonnie and me home? I'm sure when we're at my place, Bonnie will feel better and let you go."

"Well… erm… if you say so…" Ron stuttered. He had never been to a girl's place before (unless you counted Kim's, which was ridiculous as they had been best friends forever), but if Tara thought it might help… He got into the backseat beside Bonnie, who still didn't let go of him and rested her head on his shoulder as soon as he was inside.

Tara got into the driver's seat, and a couple of minutes later they arrived at Tara's house.

Tara unlocked and opened the front door and let them in. Ron followed Tara into her room with Bonnie firmly attached to his arm. He felt rather nervous, being in Tara's room with her and Bonnie, but he tried to swallow it down. Instead, he took a look around. It wasn't as horrible as he'd have imagined: just a few posters and plush animals that clearly spelled out that this was a girl's room, but the furniture was nice (and not pink), and he felt rather at ease when he saw a crumpled cheerleader outfit on the floor.

Tara, following his gaze, blushed profusely and quickly threw the outfit into a laundry-basket. "Sorry, I just threw everything in after cheer practise today."

Ron smiled. "Don't worry, my room usually looks much worse than that. I think it makes the room comfier."

Tara raised an eye-brow. "Dirty clothes make a room comfier?"

"Huh? No! I mean, that's not what I meant. Er… I meant it's nice to see that a girl's room isn't perfect and sparkling either." He sighed. "I'm not exactly improving my statement, am I?"

Tara giggled. "I know what you mean."

Ron, looking for an escape before embarrassing himself further, turned back to Bonnie. "Hey, how are you feeling now? Any better?"

Bonnie nodded slowly and, for the first time this evening, let go of his arm. She walked over to Tara's bed and sat down, wrapping her arms around herself.

Ron scratched his neck. "Well then… err… anything else I can do?" He felt a bit awkward, and it seemed to show, for Tara squeezed his arm reassuringly.

"I think we'll be fine now, Ron. Thanks for helping Bonnie and taking us home."

"Hey, don't mention it. So I guess I'll leave then."

Tara nodded. "I'll see you out."

Ron looked at Bonnie, still feeling a bit insecure about the whole affair. "Well, good-night, Bonnie."

"Night, Ron," Bonnie answered very quietly, not really looking at him.

Tara walked to the front door with Ron, who cleared his throat before speaking.

"Well, do you think she'll be alright?"

Tara smiled softly. "Yes, I think so. Not right away of course, but I think she'll manage."

He scratched his neck again. "Anyway, if you need help or something, you can reach me anytime. Just go to the website, that's the quickest way."

Tara looked a bit surprised. "Quicker than calling?"

Ron nodded, flashing his goofy smile. "You don't know Wade… and besides, I might not be home all the time, and I still don't have a mobile."

"Okay."

"Right. Well, good-night, then."

Tara stopped him by taking his hand. "Ron… I just wanted to say thank you. For everything."

He blushed. "Hey, no big, anyone would've done that."

"No," she insisted, "I think only very few people would've helped like you did. Bonnie was very lucky that you were around. So thank you." With that, she gave him a peck on the cheek, and, blushing, said good-night.

After the door had closed, Ron stood there for a few moments. What a surreal night this had been. He had helped Bonnie of all people, and now Tara had kissed him. Did that mean anything? Ron remembered that Tara used to have a crush on him (at least according to Kim and Wade), but did she like him now? He sighed. He'd probably never figure out girls. Finally, he shrugged and turned to walk back to the party. After all, he had to pick up his scooter, which was still there. He just hoped Bonnie would be alright.