Kim pulls out her Kimmunicator to call Ron, but is surprised that it's already ringing. She looks at the caller I.D. and sees that it's Monique. 'She's not usually up this early, especially after a party. I wonder what she wants?" Kim answers the phone. "Hello?"
"Kim. Girl, you need to explain to me why your man is in my house this early, bitching about you cheating or something like that. At least, I think that's what he's yammering on about. So, what's the 411?"
Kim groaned inwardly. If there was anyone who would be less sympathetic to Bonnie than Monique, then that person would have just straight up have killed Bonnie. This wasn't going to be an easy sell. "It's a little complicated. Can you bring him back here so that we can talk about this? I need you to trust me on this."
"Okay Kim. I trust you. Just tell me you didn't cheat on him and I'll drag that boy there kickin' and screaming if I have to."
"I can promise you that I didn't cheat on Ron."
"Okay Kim. Imma calm the boy down and then bring him over to you, so ya'll can talk. We'll probably have to stop by Bueno Nacho before we get there. Give me about 45 minutes to get over there."
"Thanks Mo'."
"No need to thank me girl. I got you." Monique disconnected the call.
Kim closed her Kimmunicator and walked back into her room with Bonnie. "Ron and Monique are going to be coming here in 45 minutes. Are you going to be okay with that?"
Bonnie shuddered. She had not expected to have to spill her guts out to Monique as well, but then she had promised Kim. And she couldn't hurt Kim no matter what. "It'll be fine. Can I have some clothes to change into?"
"Yeah. Here, let me grab you something." Kim went to her drawers and grabbed some red basketball shorts and a green tank top. Bonnie almost rolled her eyes at the colors, but remembered that at this point, she had been fucking Kim's life up royal. It was not the time to be snobby over clothes. "the bathroom is just down the hall."
"Thanks Kim." Bonnie left Kim's room and went to the bathroom. She got undressed and hopped in the tub. She turned the water on scalding hot. The heat rolled over her skin, melting the soreness she felt away from the altercation with Kim. 'Now how on Earth do I come out to two people that aren't particularly fond of me and tried to have sex with their best friend?' Bonnie groaned inwardly at the thought and decided to look for happier thoughts. Her mind drifted, unsurprisingly, to the events of last night. Her hands slid over her breasts at the thought of Kim's body pressed flush against her own.
Back in her room, Kim heard the shower start and was wondering how it was going to go as well. This was completely new territory for the both of them. 'Maybe I should go make us some breakfast. Bonnie probably needs some food after how drunk she was last night' She headed downstairs and took out and opened the fridge. She took out some eggs and sausage. She quickly set on making the food.
Upstairs Bonnie was focusing on what she was going to do.'Do I try to be coy? No, that'd just make me seem dishonest. I know, I'll, just be frank. I'll go to them, tell them flat out what happened like it was no big deal. I mean, it was no big deal. I was drunk.' Bonnie recalled the events of last night as her hand went over her body. The feeling of Kim beneath her a she moaned in pleasure. Her hand found itself in her pussy, rubbing it gently, while the other was at her breast. She knew that she should not be doing this, but the memory of the taste of Kim sent her moral compass into a tailspin. 'No Bonnie. You're better than this. This girl is downstairs making you breakfast after you basically raped her. She promised to help you get your shit together and you will not fuck it up by fucking yourself in her shower.' Bonnie quickly turned the hot water off, the freezing water forcing her out of the shower and cooled her libido. She dried herself off and put on that Kim had given her. She went downstairs to find the teen hero finishing making the food.
"I hope you're okay you're okay with sausage and eggs?" Kim set down two plates of food.
"Well, I usually try to avoid sausage, but from you, it'll be fine."
Kim stared at her for a second before flushing a bright shade of red. "Bonnie, don't make jokes like that. What happened to the repentant girl that I left upstairs?"
"She realized she was about to have what will most likely be the most awkward and probably the most damning conversation in her entire life. If I had a hangover rigt now it wold come close to be the third worse day of my life."
"Come on. It won't be that bad."
"You're right. It'll be worse." The two girls settled into an awkward silence after that. Bonnie found herself glancing at the microwave every few seconds, as the clock slowly wound down to the time Ron and Monique would show up. She began to fell her heart beat quicken and grow loud in her ears. She needed a distraction and fast. "So , uh, Kim, how are you planning on helping me with my, er, problem."
"Oh, yeah! That reminds me!" Kim jumped out of her chair and went to the front porch. There she not only found the box see had come to obtain, but her best girlfriend, dragging her pitiably weeping boyfriend.
"Come on boy. You and I know Kim don't get down like that so there must be some explanation to what you saw."
"Bu-bu-but she had the hickey an-an-and the hair an-an-an-"
"Boy, if don't turn down that blubbering I swear." Monique looked up and saw Kim for the first time. "Though from here it does look kind of bad."
Ron looked p and saw Kim as well. He tried to change to look composed, but remember this is Ron. He actually looks like a kicked puppy trying not to cry. Kim putson her understanding face. "Hey guys. Come on in." The three enter the possible household. "Just go upstairs to my room. I'll be up to explain thing in just a second." Ron quickly complies with the request, but Monique stays back.
"Okay Kim. I trust you girl, but I got to know. Am I going to be mopping up a puddle of that boy when we leave?"
"You shouldn't be Mo'."
"That's all I needed to hear." Monique went upstairs. Kim sighed and headed back into the kitchen. There she found Bonnie, looking like she was about to throw up. She set the box down.
"Are you going to be okay"
Bonnie nodded. "Yeah, let's just get this over with."
The two girls put away their dishes and headed upstairs. When, they entered the room, Bonnie noted the combination of confusion and agitation on Monique's face, while there was just confusion on Ron's. "What is she doing here?" questioned the dark skinned teen.
"I'm here to apologize to Stoppable. I was the one who put those hickeys on Kim."
Monique looked back and forth between Kim and Bonnie. "Kim, please don't tell me that she's saying what I think she's saying."
Kim just nodded her head at Monique. At the same time, Ron was still trying to comprehend what he had just been told. "Wait, if she...and you...with the...and the..." A look of shear realization appeared on his face as he comprehended what Bonnie had just said He then got a slight nose bleed before promptly fainting.
"Well, that went as well as it could have."
Sorry, its been a while since I have had time to write. I hope you guys enjoy the update even though it's short.