Disclaimer: Kim Possible and the gang are property of The Walt Disney Company. I gain nothing for their use in my stories. I do claim all rights to Miss Suzanne Go, the character I created for these stories.

MS-II

Chapter 8

Decisions

"I really don't need to work at Club Banana now that Ron and I are getting married and we have this estate," Kim said to Bonnie as she hitched a thumb over her shoulder at the blond boy who was happily humming to himself while working at the stove making breakfast for everyone. "You can have my sales position."

"You do know the store like the back of your hand," Monique chuckled to the brunette who had joined her, Kim, Suzanne and Shego at the kitchen table. "And Kim can step in and help as a part time sales associate whenever we need an extra person during special sales and the holidays and such."

"Yeah yeah, fine," Bonnie huffed. "Working at Club Banana is the ideal way for me to pay for my room and board while building up a little something in my bank account." She glanced around the table at the four other women there and then at Ron who was setting filled breakfast plates in front of Suzanne, Monique and Shego. Finally her eyes settled on Kim. "But why haven't you asked me about Junior? He and I were a couple the last time you saw us on the beach after graduation."

"I'm afraid I'm the one who let the cat out of the birdcage about that," Suzanne said, mixing her metaphors just like Ron sometimes did, before she put half a pancake in her mouth and began to chew. Again, eating just like her twin brother. She continued through the gooey, delicious glob in her mouth, just like Ron would speak with his mouth full. "I told K and R all about your breakup with Junior after the beach party. His Wee Willie didn't Winkle very well, did it Bon Bon."

"Don't call me Bon Bon," the brunette viscously growled and turned on the blond boy was laying out plates of food in front of Monique and Rufus. "Did you put her up to calling me that God-awful nickname?"

"Not me!" Ron yelped defensively as he backed his way over to the stove and quickly spun to begin on his and Kim's breakfast to get away from the now belligerent brunette.

"It wasn't Ron," Suzanne placatively said as she forked some scrambled eggs into her mouth. "I know all about you since you've been associated with both Kim and my brother for so long. I've had visions about you for a few years now but don't worry Bonnie, all of my visions of you have been for the best. Your breakup with Junior and being disowned by your parents will only lead you to someone better now that you'll be living at Villa Stoppable."

"I don't know if I want to move in here or not," Bonnie pouted, crossed her arms under her breasts and huffed back into the chair. "I haven't decided if I want to take up Stoppable's offer or not yet."

"What else can you do, Queenie?" Shego asked as she sliced up her sausage links on her breakfast plate then splashed a heaping helping of BN Diablo Hot Sauce on them. "The only other way I see it is for you to live on the street like a bum."

"I don't know," Bonnie answered with a long exhale before she hitched a thumb at Kim. "I just don't think I can handle being indebted to Stoppable and Possible."

"If that's the case," Kim stoically said as she got up, walked over to a cupboard and took out a cookie jar shaped in the bust of the Fearless Ferret with Wonder Weasel on his shoulder, "then take this money and run with no strings attached." Kim took the heads off the cookie jar, reached in and pulled out a handful of cash. All of the bills were either fifty or one hundred dollar bills. Kim tossed the cash in front of Bonnie on the table and placed the jar back in the cupboard.

"There must be two or three thousand dollars here," Bonnie marveled as she started to gather the loose cash into stacks. "I can't take this."

"Yes you can," Kim firmly said as she sat back down in her chair. "Just call it payment for all the suffering Ron and I put you through during high school and if that's not enough, just name your price."

Bonnie thought for a moment before she shook her head and pushed the money to the middle of the table. "Nope. No, I was the cause of all that suffering. You don't own me a thing, K."

"So what will you do?" Ron asked as he set a plate in front of Kim and sat down beside her with another. "You told me you don't have enough money to find a hotel room for the night and you can't live at home or mooch off-a anyone else." Breakfast came to a halt as all eyes turned to the brunette sitting at the kitchen table.

"I don't know," Bonnie groaned and got up from the table. She glanced around the kitchen before her eyes fell upon the French doors and saw the patio and pool area outside. "I just can't think with the headache I have. Maybe if I go outside and sit by the pool I can get my thoughts together. Sitting by the pool at my parents house usually helped get my mind in order before."

"The luggage you had in your car is in the closet in your room," Suzanne said as she took a forkful of scrambled egg in her mouth and began eating again. "All of your swim suits are in the small tote bag on the right side closet shelf."

"How do you know that?" Bonnie begged out of curiosity as she made it to the kitchen door. "Was it in one of your psychic visions?"

"Nope," Suzanne laughed through her mouthful of eggs. "I saw it last night when I was rummaging around in your bags looking for a nightgown or something else for you to wear to bed."

Xxxxxx

Breakfast was over and the dishes had been cleaned and put away but no one had left the kitchen. Well, except for Ron who excused himself saying he had an errand to run in Middleton. Kim and Shego decided to put off their morning sparring session to await the brunette's decision which, after three hours, seemed like it would never come. Ron came back into the room after two and a half hours, sunnily smiling, before he sat down at the table and began to casually flip through a magazine he had brought with him.

Suddenly the French doors from the pool area opened and Bonnie, wearing a light tan bikini, came stomping into the room. "Let's get one thing perfectly straight," the teal-eyed brunette snarled as she strode purposely over to a seated Ron and towered over him. "I want a complete record kept of what you loan me and I'll pay it off, with interest, after I finish with college and start a regular job."

"Agreed," Ron said not looking up from the Global Wrestling Association magazine he was perusing.

"I mean it Stoppable," Bonnie yelled at the placid blond boy. "I don't want to owe you one single penny after I move outta here and pay off my debt."

"Absolutely," Ron said as he looked up at her from the magazine. "And I think you should keep the books as to how much you owe."

"You'd trust me?" Bonnie indignantly howled, taking a step back in amazement.

"We trust you Bonnie," Kim said as she sat up in her chair and put down the novel she had been reading. "Ron and I know you're basically an honest person. The only problem you have is in the interpersonal relationship department. You're intelligent and only need to work on your people skills, but you really need to understand that you've learned those bad habits from your parents and your sisters."

"Well I…." Bonnie stammered in shock at how easy it was to start living in a, from what she'd seen so far, magnificent mansion and continue her education. "I guess, when I came in here just now, I thought you might've change your minds after the way I'd treated you in high school."

"That's all water under the birdcage," Ron said, mixing his metaphors like his usual self. He stood up and started walking to the kitchen door leading to the rest of the mansion. "Now, do you have to get any of your other stuff from Tara's house? We can help you move in if you'd like."

"No," Bonnie said as she slumped into the chair Ron had just vacated. "The only things I was able take with me were what I could fit into my car after I got kicked out of the house. All of my other stuff is at home… I mean my parent's house."

"Things like what?" Ron queried, but with his goofy smile amping up a notch as he stood in the open doorway. "Stuff like your bed and vanity furniture?"

"I can live without the bed," Bonnie said as she morosely laid her head on folded arms on the table. "But it would've been nice if I could have gotten my vanity and computer and books and pictures and stuff from the house."

"Then I think you'll want to take a look at what I got outside," Ron chuckled as he walked out the kitchen door and went to the front entrance. Everyone curiously followed.

"Isn't that the van we used to move the rest of our things," Kim queried when she saw a moving van outside the front door with its back doors opened wide and ramp bridging the gap from the back of the van to the door. It was the same van they'd used to move their belongings out of their parent's houses and into the mansion earlier in the week.

"My stuff!" Bonnie squealed in delight as she raced across the ramp into the back of the van.

"A yep-yep," Ron cheerfully chirped and turned to his fiancée as he and the four other girls made their way into the back of the van. He gave Kim a quick buss on the cheek. "I called and talked to Mr. Rockwaller last night while you and Suzanne where getting Bonnie ready for bed. We had a brief discussion of the sitch and, while he's still not happy that I'm marrying you instead of Bon Bon, he is pleased that she's living here at Villa Stoppable. He said I could come over this morning and get her things."

Hearing the news, Bonnie stopped her rummaging around in the boxes and leapt into Ron's arms. "Thank you, thank you thank you!" she enthused and gave Ron a fierce, massive kiss on the lips.

"Bonnie!" Kim loudly growled and pulled the brunette off of her fiancé. "Keep your mitts off of my soon-to-be husband!"

"I'm sorry K," Bonnie said as she wiped the saliva from her mouth from the brief but intense osculation with Ron, "but I had to thank Ron for what he did. I hope you understand."

Tension filled the back of the van as everyone stopped in place to see Kim's reaction to the very wet, somewhat sensual apology. Some, well mostly Shego who wanted to watch a catfight between the two high school rivals, were disappointed by the redhead's reaction.

"It's okay B," Kim waved off the assault with a sinister smile and casual wave of the hand, "it was no big. But don't let it happen again."

With the tension now gone Monique, Suzanne and Shego grabbed a box of things and headed into the mansion.

"And since I don't want it to happen again," Ron said as he defensively ducked behind his fiancée and cowered, "I'll just stay here while I tell you the rest of the news."

"The rest of what news," both Bonnie and Kim said in unison. Both of them were more than a little tweaked with the way Ron was handing out the unexpected news in piecemeal fashion so neither of them called the jinx.

"Well, Mr. R. was so happy that you were living here he told me he thought you might find a way to break up me and KP. He said he's counting on you and that he'll pay for your tuition for as long as you live here since there's a chance the breakup will happen."

Both Bonnie and Kim stared at the blond boy for over a minute before the brunette spun on her heels, grabbed a box of books and carried it toward the house. "That's great news Ron," she said as she casually walked past the couple.

"Is that all you're going to say or do?" Ron incredulously begged as he shifted his position to keep Kim between himself and Bonnie, but slightly relieved that the brunette didn't try to kiss him again since he knew it would tweak Kim to no end and make his life miserable.

"Are you going to try and break up Ron and me?" Kim warily questioned.

"No," Bonnie said as she stopped in the doorway and turned to her hosts with a big smile on her puss. "But dad won't know one way or the other so I can live here and he can just continue to pay for my tuition. That way I'll have my revenge for getting kicked out of the house and I won't have to worry about living in those nasty, filthy dorms like I was suppose to." The brunette shifted the box in her hands to get a better grip on it before she started to hum a happy little tune as she made her way into the house and up the staircase to her new residence.

Over the next few weeks Bonnie spent most of the day out by the pool while everyone else returned to their normal lives and stayed in the kitchen and the gym. The normally feisty brunette was cordial with everyone, in general, and there were a few minor blowups between her and Kim but they were mostly over small differences of opinion. Gradually, Bonnie spent more and more time in the kitchen with everyone else until just before the wedding when she had spent an entire two days with the group and she hadn't had one argument with Kim.

Away from the bad influences of her family, Bonnie was turning in to a better person and was working her way into becoming a true member of Villa Stoppable.