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Goth
Chapter 7
Strike One
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"Wakey, wakey," Ron heard, being roused from a wonderful dream he was having about he and Kim on a deserted tropical island after a mission and their ride wouldn't arrive until the next day. He could also feel someone jostling him as they called out, trying to shake him awake. The strange thing about it was that whoever was shaking him wasn't doing so by grabbing him by the shoulders. No, the other person was nudging him somewhere around the middle of his body... and it felt real good.
Ron somewhat recognized the voice. It was definitely a female but it wasn't either his mother or Kim, the two people who would normally be the ones to wake him up so he could get ready for school. But when either Kim or his mother tried to wake him up, their voices would be firm and slightly annoyed by the sitch. This voice had a lilting quality to it but it was also tinged with a bit of, what... malice? No. Sarcasm? Uh uh. Sensual glee? Yeah, that was it. The voice sounded like the person was sexually aroused by what she was getting away with.
And what she was getting away with felt sooo good too. Ron suddenly realized that the bodily connection between him and the young (?) woman was above his thighs but below the waist; and it wasn't his hips. And since he was sitting on the floor that meant that the girl was touching his...
Oh God! She was touching him down there and the skin-on-skin contact felt too big to be a hand.
"Wake up, Ron Ron," the musical voice came again with a lot more joy to it. "You fell asleep while finishing your homework. Are you ready to compare notes?"
Notes.
Homework.
He had been doing his homework when he fell asleep, sitting on the floor and leaning up against the bed.
The bed.
Bonnie's Bed!
"WAAAAA!" Ron came to full awake status at that thought and let out with one of his patented screams of... courage. His eyes shot wide open and he saw Bonnie nakedly standing over him with her hands on her hips and one foot on his bare naked crotch; and a whole lot of blood was rushing to that area leaving his brain with less to function with. It was no wonder why he took so long to wake up, or to suddenly realize that he was sitting on the floor without a stitch of clothing on.
"Where'd my clothes go?" Ron screeched in embarrassment as he tried to cover his aroused naked body with his hands, only to grab her foot and smoosh it further onto his manhood.
"They're on the bed," Bonnie nonchalantly said, pulling her foot back and pointing behind him. She wantonly stared at the blond boy as she curiously asked, "Did you know that you sleep so soundly that I was be able to strip you naked and you still didn't wake up?"
"No, I didn't know that," Ron sarcastically spat as he quickly got up off the floor and grabbed his red jersey from the bed, searching for the hem so he could quickly put it on and cover himself.
"Well, now that you're awake and naked," Bonnie gleefully said as she swiftly snatched the shirt from his hands and gather up the rest of his clothes in her arms, "why don't you join me for a little adult fun?"
"Because I got a girlfriend and I don't want to do anything that she wouldn't want me to do," Ron harshly answered as he tried to get his clothes back. The only problem with that maneuver was that Bonnie had turned away from him and he had to reach around her to get to them. That meant that their bodies were in full contact, his arms reaching around both of her sides and he was practically laying on her back.
Bonnie was thoroughly enjoying the game of keep-away with his erection rubbing in her butt crack as the blond leaned from side to side to reach around her.
Ron tried to grab his clothing for a minute before he realized just what Bonnie's game was. "Fine," he snorted as he took a step back, picked up his backpack and started to rummage around in it. "If you don't want to give me my stuff I'll just leave."
"You'd walk home naked?" Bonnie incredulously begged with wide-open, disbelieving eyes. "Ron, it's nine o'clock at night and thirty degrees outside. You'll freeze your dingus off!" Her demeanor went from incredulous to sensual in a second flat as she stared at said dingus, licked her lips and said, "And I'd hate to see that get frost bitten and snap off."
"That's not gonna happen," Ron said with a devious smile as he finally found what he was looking for and pulled out a rolled up pair of gray cargo pants. They were the pair that he kept in the bag for missions and emergencies. Ron unrolled them and started to put them on as he said, "I got my mission clothes to fall back on."
"Spoiled sport," Bonnie huffed and dumped his regular clothes on the floor at his feet. She threw her hands up in the air in frustration and yelled, "Why won't you make out with me? Don't you like me?"
"Bonnie," Ron sighed as he cautiously zipped up his pants (he wasn't wearing any underwear so he didn't want anything important to get caught in the zipper) and sat down on the bed, "it's not a matter of if I like you or not... and I do like you the way you are now... I mean your personality, not your state of undress. But I like Kim a whole lot more. She's been my best friend since forever and now we've decided that we want to try dating."
Ron patted the spot beside him on the bed and Bonnie took her cue and sat down. Ron wrapped an arm around the naked brunette and continued. "While I'm flattered that you want to get me into bed with you, that's not the way a budding friendship should start off."
"You may be right," Bonnie sighed as she leaned into the one armed embrace with a sly, barracuda smile, "but that doesn't mean I'm going to give up trying."
"What are you talking about, Bon Bon," Ron warily begged as he leaned away from the brunette to peer at her questioningly.
"You get five fouls in basketball before you're ineligible to play," Bonnie explained as her arm wrapped around the somewhat clueless blond boy and her smile amped up ten megawatts. "That means I still get four more tries before I'm out of the game." She closed her eyes and leaned over for a kiss but only encountered empty space.
Bonnie wasn't entirely sure what had just happened. One minute the blond boy was firmly in her arms and the next she heard the front door slam shut and Ron, along with his clothes, books and bag, were missing from her room.
Ron made it home in ten minutes flat but his attire was somewhat in disarray. He was wearing his regular red jersey, (inside out,) which he had snagged from the floor with the rest of his clothes on his hasty exit. His regular pants were balled up in his backpack along with his books and the rest of his clothing. He barely had time to jump into his shoes and grab his jacket from the foyer closet as he fled for his life from the Rockwaller home with his virginity still intact.
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"Hola Possible clan," Ron got out with a whole lot less enthusiasm than yesterday as he entered the kitchen of his second home the next morning.
"What's wrong, Ron," Kim questioned as she got up from the table and threw her arms around his neck. "Did you lose your homework or something?"
"I didn't lose my homework, but I almost lost something else at Bonnie's house last night," Ron blustered as he sat down at the table and Kim scooted in next to him. "I fell asleep while we were doing our homework in her bedroom and she stripped me down to my birthday suit. Then she tried to make out with me."
"Bonnie did that?" Kim angrily queried as she draped a sympathetic arm around his shoulders. Ron's confession had brought Dr. James Possible out from behind his newspaper and Dr. Anne Possible turned to listen from the stove. Anne had mentored Bonnie at the hospital the year before and had seen how forceful and single minded the teal-eyed girl could be when the brunette interacted with some of the other hospital staff. Of course Mrs. Dr. Possible had also heard Kim complain about Bonnie and her snide scheming ways. Kim had told her that the teal-eyed brunette had abandoned her evil ways over the holidays and was much friendlier now, but Anne knew that it was almost impossible for someone to change their personality in just a few weeks.
"Yep," Ron simply groaned, burying his head on the table under his arms.
"But shouldn't you want to make out with your girlfriend?" James curiously asked having come to the wrong conclusion from the previous morning's conversation with his wife. He thought Ronald had hooked up with Bonnie or some other girl when his wife had said that the blond boy was just nervous because he was probably heading to school early to meet up with his new girlfriend. James never even considered the possibility that his daughter could be the one Ron was having a budding relationship with since his little Kimmie-Cub and Ronald were only suppose to be just friends.
Ron's head swiftly shot off the tabletop almost knocking Kim out of her seat as he yelped, "She's not my girlfriend!"
"Whooooa, there Ronald," James Possible backtracked in surprise. "If Bonnie isn't your girlfriend then who were you heading off to school early yesterday to meet? I thought you were having some kind of relationship issues with a girl."
"Ron isn't having relationship issues with anyone, daddy," Kim clarified before she grumbled low, "except maybe with Bonnie, it seems." Her voice returned to normal as she proudly announced, "Because yesterday afternoon, Ron and I decided to start dating."
Dr. Anne Possible was absolutely ecstatic that her hunch had been right. It was something that she'd hoped for since Kim and Ron had first met. She had seen the connection immediately when they were little and believed they would make a cute couple even back then because they fit so well together just like a suture needle and catgut. She'd never voice those hopes over the years as they continued to grow closer in fear that she might jinx the possibility. And no, being a brain surgeon didn't preclude her belief in jinxing anything. Anne was also a mother who had seen too many strange things happen in her daughter's life and around the household, (genius twin sons don't cha know,) to convince her that jinxes didn't exist.
Dr. James Possible was floored by the news that Kim had just announced. He'd always hoped in the back of his mind that his Kimmie-Cub would eventually, in ten or twenty years or so, start dating a Noble Laureate or a State Senator... or someone important or famous. (Just as long as it wasn't one of them Show Folk type men!) James didn't put up too much of a fuss when Kim started to see that young Josh Mankey kid a few years ago. Joss was an artist, not quite the same as Show Folk. The frosted-haired lad didn't dress up in a costume or recite lines and make a fool out of himself to entertain the masses. But he was an artist, which was just a step above that of show folk and used car salesmen. It was a close call but Kim eventually got over the crush, much to James' relief. But he had been hoping for someone with a little more promise much later in his daughter's life.
But back to the crisis at hand.
"I think you're too young to start thinking about dating anybody Kimmie-Cub," James decreed in his most fatherly voice. "As I've said before, you shouldn't start thinking about dating anyone until you're in your twenties and a senior in college. By that time you'll be close to getting your career underway. That's the time to start thinking about finding someone and making a life with them." He thought, 'I should have put my foot down two years ago during that Animology craze.'
"Daddy!" Kim howled in anger and embarrassment. She was angry because Ron was the one who was having problems right now and she was embarrassed because her father was spouting such old fashioned, puritan drivel.
"James," Anne chided her husband at the same time as her daughter yelped out. A sly smirk graced her lips as she countered. "Your parents were high school sweethearts and they turned out okay. Besides, Ron was almost molested last night. That's what we should be concerned with right now, dear."
"Nothing really happened," Ron contended. "Bonnie was just a little amorphous last night and I got out of there before she got a chance to start rounding the bases."
"I think you mean amorous, Ron," Kim giggled at his verbal mistake. "Amorphous means that she was shapeless. Amorous means that she was looking for love." She added in her mind, 'In all the wrong places.'
"Oh, she has plenty of shape alright," Ron nervously laughed as he absently rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment at the thought of Bonnie's bare butt and breasts. "Bon Bon stripped down to her birthday suit when we got to her room and I can tell you she has plenty of curves in all the right places."
"You were in her bedroom when Bonnie was naked?" Kim incredulously begged. She was trying not to get angry with her newly anointed boyfriend. She knew that these kinds of things always seemed to happened to Ron at the wrong time. "Why didn't you leave the room when she started to undress?"
"Or at least turn around so you wouldn't see her undressing?" James quickly added out of curiosity.
"I did turn around before she was naked," Ron frustratedly answered as he plopped back down at the kitchen table and continued in one, hurried sentence, "but I was a guest in her house and she told me she always studies in the nude and we're supposed to be study buddies and I didn't want to be rude or anything and then she was standing there with nothing on when she woke me up and I just looked!"
Ron's hyperventilated sentence took a few seconds to be digested by the three Possible people who were, quite frankly, stunned by Ron's slightly warped gentlemanly manners in the situation. It's true that he was a guest in the house and leaving right away without saying good bye would've been rude, but Ron did say he had seen Bonnie start to undress before he turned around.
Finally James spoke up as he snapped the newspaper open to announce the end of his part in this conversation which was getting in to an area where he would usually give out bad advice. This was territory, vis-a-vis relations between a boy and a girl, that Anne always handled. "Well Ronald, I think you could've left as soon as Bonnie started to undress if it was making you uncomfortable."
"Bu-bu-bu-but..." Ron stammered, thinking his manners were proper.
"No buts, Ron," Anne said as she patted his shoulder in a motherly fashion and went back over to the stove to finish making breakfast. "Bonnie wasn't taking your feelings into consideration so it would not have been rude of you to leave the room if you felt uncomfortable."
"Don't worry about it Ron," Kim cooed and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Nothing happened and I don't blame you for Bonnie's devious advances. We'll just have to keep our eyes open for any more moves on her part."
Anne offered to fix some breakfast for Ron but he turned it down, saying he wasn't all that hungry because he was still too upset over the previous evening's events. (Although the 'bottomless pit', as Mr. Dr. Possible liked to call the blond boy, did manage to scarf down two pieces of toast smothered with peanut butter and honey and most of Kim's glass of orange juice.)
"What should I do about the Bonnie sitch," Ron nervously queried as he and Kim walked to school hand-in-hand.
"Well for one thing," Kim said with a reassuring squeeze of his hand to get his undivided attention as she had an idea, "I think you shouldn't have any more study sessions with her from now on. If you need any help with your homework you should only ask me or Wade. You're doing well enough in your studies now that you don't really need a study partner."
"I can do that," Ron said, perking up a bit and feeling better about the situation. He'd thought for sure Kim would've gone ballistic over what had happened last night and then would've dump him after he told her. That's why he'd been so nervous when he entered the Possible house.
"I also think you should try to avoid Bonnie for a few days," Kim quickly added.
"That'll be kinda hard to do," Ron moaned, losing some of his good mood. "You know she's in half of the classes we have and then there's cheerleading practice after school. It'll be difficult to try and dodge her all day."
"We'll think of something," Kim confidently said as she leaned over and placed a small kiss on his cheek to bolster his spirits. She understood just why Ron had been so nervous this morning so she quickly added, "And you know you'll never get rid of me as your girlfriend until we get married. Then I'll be your wife."
"KP!" Ron yelled in total surprise and shock breaking their handhold. "That's the second time you've mentioned marriage while we've been talking about us being together. Do you know something that I don't?"
"Amp down Ron," Kim giggled and gently took his hand in hers again to calm him down. "The first time was a mistake; just a slip of the lip. But this time I'm serious. I've been thinking about our lifelong friendship and all you've done with me and for me. We've gone on too many missions to count over the years and we've saved each other on more than a few occasions."
"But that's what friends do, KP," Ron stated as if it were a well known matter of fact as they again started on their way to school.
"No, Ron," Kim chuckled. "That's what partners do and I think it's high time we become full-time partners both on missions and in life."
"But what if you find someone better than me to take my place?" Ron questioned, his lifelong fears, phobias and low self-confidence coming out in full force. "We've still got a year and a half of high school left and then there's college and who knows what else might happen."
"There's nobody better at pushing the right button on a death ray at the right time than you," Kim laughed as they crested the small hill and saw the high school a block and a half away. "There's nobody that I would trust more to remove an exploding nano-tick from my nose than you. You dropped the Titanic on the Knights of Rodighan, saved the whole cheer squad twice at Wannaweep, saved me from a pit of alligators when we moved Nana to Florida," Kim ticked off with her free hand, "and there are many more examples of when you saved the day. You've been there whenever I get into trouble like when I was turning into a monkey or when I almost blushed myself out of existence." She waited a beat and added, "You even taught me how to tame a mixer in Home Ec. All that means is there isn't anybody better to have my back on our missions or during our regular lives."
"Okay okay, KP," Ron chuckled as they entered the school and headed for their lockers. "I'll admit we've done pretty good together on our missions but there's always the possibility you'll find a hottie that'll be better suited to be your boyfriend or husband."
"I highly doubt that," Kim firmly said as they stopped at her locker and paused to talk. For some reason, it didn't bother her that so many kids were in the hallway today and may be listening to this conversation. Kim had come to terms with her feelings for Ron and she didn't care who knew. "Do you remember when we first started taking martial arts lessons and they taught us about The Tao?"
"You mean that Ying and Yang thingie?" Ron questioned, nodding his head that he did remember. "Yeah. It's all about the balance between good and bad; positive and negative."
"It's the Yin and the Yang," Kim corrected the all too common mistake, "but it's also illustrates how we compliment each other and should get married some day. I'm good at fighting while you cover my back and distract with your not-so-dumb skills. You're footloose and fancy free while I'm more serious and down to Earth. You're great in the kitchen while I have trouble in there. Don't you see, we're the perfect example of the Yin and Yang. We balance each other out."
"I guess you're right, KP, They always say that opposites attract." Ron said in realization as he watched the redhead turn and open her locker to change out the books she would need for their first few morning classes. "But, when did you start thinking about us as a couple?"
"That's easy," Kim said as she closed her locker and they walked the few feet to his locker. She waited for him to open the door before she continued. "It was after the Moodulator incident was over. I found out the device only amped up my feeling toward you and those feelings were a deep natural love, pure and simple, when it was on that setting. How about you? When did you realize that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me?"
"That's easy," Ron laughed as he placed a few books from his locker into his backpack. "You had me the second you said, 'You're weird, but I like you' back in Pre-K."
Kim was about to joke with Ron about the timing of his love for her but she saw Bonnie approaching Ron from behind. The teal-eyed brunette was still dressed all in black but she'd gone back to her regular colors on her fingernails and lips and the natural brown roots of her hair were starting to show through.
"Hey, Ron Ron," Bonnie purred as she started to wrap an arm around his neck from behind.
"AaaaeEEEeiah!" Ron screeched, jumped three feet into the air and dashed off at a clip that would surely put him in detention with Mr. Barkin for the rest of the month. (Or win an Olympic gold medal.)
"What's wrong with Ron Ron," Bonnie asked with a giggle at his antics.
"He just remembered that he really needed to go to the bathroom before class," Kim said, letting out an exasperated sigh as she walked off to follow her boyfriend to who knows where.
Of course Mr. Barkin did catch Ron racing down the hallway as he tried to get away from Bonnie. Luckily, the tow-headed boy only got one day in detention for the fleet-footed infraction but the extra large teacher/administrator also thought that with Ron's speed, he might make a good football player. (If he also put on a little more muscle.)
With the news that Ron would be detained after school and the idea that she and Ron would spend the rest of their lives together, Kim immediately laid out an amorous yet devious plan; one that took into account the fact that Ron's parents weren't going to be coming home from their convention for at least four more days. Kim suddenly felt the desire to show her new boyfriend just how much she wanted him for the rest of their lives.
The first part of the plan called for buying a good sized hunk of cheese and some Bueno Nacho after both school and cheer practice were over.