Disclaimer: After 37 stories and over 300 chapters and disclaimers, does anyone actually believe I own anything that has to do with the copyrights pertaining to the television series Kim Possible? I didn't think so.
Author's Notes: School is back in session and Bonnie has supposedly turned Goth. Has she gone over to the dark side? Is she truly making a play for Ron's affections? Will Kim implode from the oddity of the sitch? Will the Green Bay Packers win two Super Bowls in a row ever again? (I'm a lifelong Packer Backer going way back to the Vince Lombardi, Bart Starr, Paul Hornung era, so I can only hope and cheer on the Green and Gold.)
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Chapter 2
Revelations
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All heads in the restaurant turned when the three teens walked in, Ron being as boisterous and random as ever. It started out as the normal, everyday glances to see who was entering and what the fuss was all about but quickly turned into outright, disbelieving inquisitive stares at who was coming in the door with whom.
Of course if it were only just Kim and Ron entering, they would have merely been the normal quick glances and then all would go back to normal. The outright stares were warranted because of who was with Kim and Ron and what she was wearing. Bonnie's black, school time attire was further topped by a long, black duster coat and a different jet black baseball cap that proclaimed to be from the Happy Hooker Bait and Tackle Shop (compliments of Ron) to keep out the January chill.
The blond boy immediately peeled away to head for the counter to order their snackage while Kim went in the opposite direction to commandeer their normal booth. Bonnie stopped in her tracks just inside the entryway and glanced between the two teens wondering whether she should follow Ron up to the counter to get something for herself or to go and sit in the booth with Kim. Her quandary was answered when Kim waved her over.
"Ron will only take a coupla minutes," Kim said as she took off her red fleece jacket and stuffed it onto the bench seat against the wall, then scooted in farther for Bonnie to sit down beside her, "so sit down and tell me what you meant in the gym after you kissed Ron."
"I thought even you could at least figure that one out, K," Bonnie laughed as she shucked her coat and draped it across her lap while sitting down beside the redhead. "I've turned over a new leaf and I'm trying to make amends with you and Ron."
"Making amends is one thing," Kim growled as she snatched up the dark haired girl's jacket and laid it on top of her own, "but I think kissing Ron like you did is taking it a bit too far."
"Oh, come on, K," Bonnie chided the redhead. "I've practically removed myself from the Food Chain with my new looks. Brick and the other jocks don't want to be anywhere near me because of my new style. There's only one guy in school who is so far off the damned Food Chain like I am now, and that's Ron with his never-be-normal philosophy. He's the ideal guy for me. You haven't made a move on him to make him your boyfriend so I figure he's up for grabs. That's why I'm making a move on him."
"But Ron is my friend and I don't want anything bad to happen to him if it makes him unhappy," Kim countered. She sadly looked down at her folded hands on the table for a moment before she asked, "You're not going to make a play for Ron and get his hopes up, then dump him when someone else catches your eye, are you?"
Bonnie bowed her head and barely squeaked in a small voice, "The old Bonnie might have done that but I'm not that person anymore." She raised her head and lovingly gazed at the tow-headed boy who was laughing and joking with Ned, the Assistant Manager behind the counter, as he waited for his order. "I know Ron Ron is a work in progress but he has plenty of potential to become something that I can love and cherish."
"Love, Bonnie?" Kim questioned, wide-eyed at the use of the L word. "Aren't you moving a little too fast? I mean we're still in high school right now. According to my dad, real true love isn't suppose to happen until we're a junior or senior in college or even after that when we've settled in and starting our career. He says I shouldn't take dating seriously until I'm at least in my twenties."
"Maybe I'm moving too fast, maybe not," Bonnie shrugged, bypassing a father's over protectiveness as she continued to warmly stare at the blond boy. "You seem to chase after the hot, pretty-boy type like Josh but that leaves Ron out in the cold as to who would find him appealing. He heads out with you to fight all those bad guys and doesn't get any sort of reward, fawning fan-girlfriend-wise, for his efforts. Ron deserves better than having no real prospects at all. Now that I've gone Goth and don't care about the Food Chain, maybe I can be that girlfriend he truly deserves."
"We don't go out for fame or glory," Kim countered, "or to simply garner dates. We go out because..."
Kim was soundly cut off when Bonnie swiftly turned to the redhead and sternly said, "I know why you go off on your missions, K. What I'm saying is, Ron may be a work in progress but he is a real catch. He just needs a woman's touch to round off the rough edges. He was almost there a few years ago when he got that great hairdo. The only problem with him then was his ego. He had too much confidence to the point he became obnoxious."
"What about when he received his Naco Royalty check?" Kim smugly queried, remembering how Bonnie had glomped onto her friend the second he received a check for $99 million dollar and left him hanging after she'd gotten a ruby belt buckle and he'd been captured and lost it all. "You showed a lot of interest in Ron during that sitch, then ditched him faster than Britany Spears did with her first marriage to Jason Alexander."
"I know," the brunette almost squeaked, her head hung in shame as she watched her hands clench and unclench on the tabletop. "I was a totally selfish, gold-digging bitch back then. But even if he had all that money now..."
"If who had all what money now?"
The cut-in question came from Ron as he stepped up to the table, a tray piled high with food and drinks in each hand.
"We were taking about when you had your Naco royalties two years ago, " Kim clarified as she helped him steady the two trays and place them on the table.
"And I was saying that if you had all of that money now," Bonnie cut in again, gazing up into his chocolaty brown eyes, "I wouldn't care one bit; at least not like I had back then."
"That's good to know," Ron chuckled as he took off his jacket, handed it to Kim to add to the pile of coats and sat down opposite the two girls, "because I just got another Naco check just after Christmas. My dad snagged the sucker just like last year's check so I wouldn't lose any of it like I did with the first one."
"You've received two more checks? Scoot over, Ron Ron," Bonnie chirped with a lascivious grin as she swung around the outside of the table and sat next to him. "K has all of the coats on her side of the table so she needs more room."
"Well, anyway," Ron laughed as he started to hand out the food to the two girls. "Dad gives me a weekly allowance now so I can buy the snackage. Kim always gets a Mucho Taco Salad and diet soda while you, Bon Bon, normally get the Grilled Chicken Salad with Russian dressing and Sweet Iced Tea." He pulled the remaining food off of the trays, a Naco/Chimaritos Combo meal and soda along with a basket of extra cheesy Nachos for Rufus, before he settled in to eat.
"Ron," Bonnie asked as she stayed his hands before he dug in, "how do you know I always get a Grilled Chicken Salad and Sweet Iced Tea?" It was obvious why he knew what Kim always ordered at Bueno Nacho but why would he know what she liked? She had never sat at the same table with them, let alone the same side of the restaurant.
"I thought everybody knew what you usually order," Ron incredulously stated as if it were a matter of fact. "Just like everybody know that Crystal likes the Chicken Tostadas, Marcella always goes for the Beefy Burrito, Tara like the Extra Cheesy Quesadilla, Liz likes regular, hard shell tacos and..."
"Ron," Kim cut off his so-far correct recital of what the whole cheer squad ordered whenever they came to Bueno Nacho. "What Bonnie is asking is how you know what she likes to eat?"
"I don't know, KP?" Ron shrugged as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess I just, you know, notice things."
"And you're totally oblivious to others," Bonnie muttered under her breath to herself as she started to slather her salad with the packet of Russian Dressing. Ron hadn't said word one about their kissing in the gym since he'd come out of his stunned state. He was acting like it hadn't happened... or had totally forgotten about it.
"What'd you say, Bon Bon?" Ron absently queried as he unwrapped his Chimaritos.
Kim obviously hadn't heard Bonnie's aside, either. The redhead was deep in concentration, precisely dribbling mild salsa on her Taco Salad, but Ron must have heard some of Bonnie's quiet muttering. "It's nothing, Ron Ron. I was just wondering why you and K are sitting here with me like we're friends or something." She turned her attention from her Chicken Salad to the blond boy and continued. "It's not like I haven't been a total bitch to you over the past few years."
"But this morning you did say that you had changed," Ron countered as he poked one of his cargo pants pockets to wake up his pocket residing friend. Rufus hopped out the pocket, ran up to Ron's shoulder and preformed a perfect swan dive (no splash so as to not waste any cheese) directly into the paper basket of cheese covered nachos, then started munching and slurping away. "That's good enough for me."
"What about you, K?" Bonnie queried, then took a bite of her salad, still continuing the conversation as she crunched away on the fresh garden greens covered in a deep red salad dressing. "Why are you so willing to believe I've changed?"
Kim chewed, swallowed and wiped her mouth with a napkin before she answered. "What you first need to understand, B, is that I trust Ron implicitly."
"That's a given," Bonnie nodded as the redhead took a sip of her soda. She glance at Ron who didn't appear to be listening to the conversation, being more interested in wolfing down the Chimaritos and Naco sitting on his plate. "You two have been friends since the age of four and I've heard that you never keep secrets from each other."
"That's true. But what you don't know or realized is that Ron is a bit of a savant about certain things, like quickly catching on to a person's character traits and personality," Kim said as she delicately prodded and pushed the ingredients of her salad around the plate with her spork, making sure every green leaf and tortilla chip had at least a little salsa on it. "I could tell by his reaction this morning at our lockers that he was seeing you in a totally different light. That gave me enough cause to give you the benefit of a doubt."
"You could tell that just by the way Ron Ron said 'Whoa'?" Bonnie marveled as her eyes disbelievingly bounced between the two other teens at the table, her spork hovering over her now forgotten salad.
"Our minds did swap bodies a coupla years ago..." Ron answered while not looking at the two girls since he was getting ready to chomp into his Naco. The Chimaritos was already MIA and the sloppy, cheesy, beef, lettuce and nachos in a soft tortilla was about to follow it. "...and our brains sorta got mixed together for a few seconds during the body swap." He quickly bit into the extremely messy Tex-Mex concoction he had created almost three years ago, but not an errant drop was to be seen.
"Because of that and our long-standing friendship," Kim continued from where Ron had left off as if it were all just one thought from her, "we have a pretty good understanding of what the other is thinking."
"Oooo-kay," Bonnie tentative said as she glanced between the two teens almost expecting Ron to continue the thought. "So, where does that leave me? I'd really like to become friends with the both of you."
"Well... if Kim is... up for it," Ron casually said between licks of his fingers to get every cheesy drop, but didn't need to since he hadn't spilled a drop while practically inhaling the Naco, "we can always fit another friend into our busy schedule."
"I'm up for that," Kim enthused, now fully convinced that Bonnie had changed her outlook on life. If Ron truly thought Bonnie wasn't still miles of bad road, then so did she.
"I'd really like that," the brunette sighed in relief, the seemingly Herculean task of convincing them that she had truly changed having simply vanished. Bonnie had thought she would have a huge problem swaying her two current booth-mates into believing her honest intentions.
"But as a friend you gotta realize," Ron said as he started to gather the trash on the table, "that KP and me will occasionally disappear at the drop of a hat, throwing any get-together plans out the window." There wasn't much trash on the table yet since the two girls weren't even half way through with their salads while both Ron and Rufus were done with their food.
Bonnie had to think about that for a second before she realized he was talking about their missions. She laughed, "I think that's a given the way you two bounce around the world once or twice a week at the beep of that PDA thing." Her laughter swiftly faded as her demeanor turned serious and said, "But that's another thing I wanted to talk about. I want to start helping you on your missions whenever and wherever I can."
"You can't be serious, Bonnie," Kim chided, remembering when she and Bonnie had been stuck together at the hip by Dementor's Bond-O Ball while fighting the diminutive Professor. The brunette had whined, snarked and generally complained throughout the entire time they had been bonded together. "You know our missions can get ferociously dangerous at times. We might be friends now but, Heaven forbid, we wouldn't want to see you get injured."
"I understand that, K," Bonnie harshed out a little firmer than she'd intended. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly to calm down a little before she continued. "I understand that your missions can get a little dicey at times but that only means you need some additional help. I'd like to be the one to help because it's the right thing to do and it would help make up for what I've put you through in the past. Plus, I have another reason to tag along with you that I really don't want to talk about."
Kim stared at the brunette sitting across the table from her. She accepted it in her heart that Bonnie had changed for the better but this was a total one-eighty from the normally infuriatingly, unhelpful, obstinate obstacle Bonnie had been in the past. There was another reason Bonnie wanted to go on their missions and Kim, remembering just why Bonnie had changed her outlook, had a sudden inspiration as to just what that reason was.
"You want an excuse to get out of the house and get away from your sisters and mother."
"Yeah, that," Bonnie curtly affirmed with a sly smile. "It'll prove to my mom that I've grown up and I can rub it in Connie and Lonnie's faces that I'm traveling around the world while saving said world and they're not."
'Yep,' Kim smugly thought to herself. 'That's the manipulative, scheming Bonnie Rockwaller that all of Middleton High School knows and fears.' "I'm still a little leery about letting you help," she admitted out loud, "only because you aren't a trained fighter. But I can understand why you'd like to help us." She turned to her lifelong male companion and asked, "Ron, what do you think?"
"I'm all for Bon Bon joining us, KP," Ron eagerly said with a broad, goofy smile. "I can teach her beau-coup distraction techniques while you can show her how to handle the henchmen with a few mad fu skills."
Bonnie's cheerleader bright smile slowly emerged and she said, "That would be perfect!"
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I think now would be as good as any to set forth my view on the chronology of the show. I think four seasons of the show lends itself to equal the normal four years of high school. Ergo, season 1 would be their freshman year, season 2 they would be sophomores, and so on.
I know for a fact that in the opening credits of the first season it's mentioned, in writing, that Kim is a sophomore. That line disappears somewhere midway in season 2. In that case, seasons one through three (with the exception of So the Drama where they mention that they are now seniors,) would cover their sophomore and junior years and season 4 would be their senior year.
As I wrote earlier, I think that four seasons equaling four years of school just fits together so that's the way I write; one season for each year in high school. I know I'm wrong but it just feels right with me.
'Nuff said.