‘Interesting? No way… This was thoroughy intriguing,’ Thought Ron as he strolled back to ‘his’ side of the building. He wasn't really the one for gossip, but wait until his roommate heard about this one.
This was yet again another strange twist of fate. Ron had never been this surprised since he saw his best friend and her alleged worst enemy holding hands at Graduation a year or so back. But this, this was something way out of center… or right or left field. Perhaps in time, those two ladies could resolve their differences, but then again, he also knew that any friend of Kim Possible, was an enemy to Bonnie Rockwaller.
After all, wasn't he a prime example?
“You thought it was what?”
“Moopy.”
Both laugh track and Kim Possible were in tune as she laughed heartily at the large television in front of her. A brief moment of tranquility in her lover's house. There she was, happily watching one of her favorite television shows, Pals, when all of a sudden…
Click.
The channel had changed to something else. Annoyed, the redhead looked over her shoulder to see who changed the channel, though it was obvious who it was.
“Shego,” An antagonized Kim began. “Why'd you change the station?”
“Haven't you seen this episode like a million times already?” Shego responded.
“Yeah, but I wanted to see it again,” The redhead said, pouting all the while. Thankfully, this tactic done by the younger woman did nothing for Shego. It was cute… But not that cute.
“No can do, Kimmie,” The villainess said with a smirk.
“Why?”
“My place, My rules,” Shego repeated from yesterday, her grin growing wider.
It looked as if Kim understood, so she got up from her seat and sauntered over to her former rival. Drawing close to the dark-haired woman and wrapped her arms around Shego's waist. The henchwoman didn't admit this often, but she loved it when Kimmie was this close to her. In fact, she thought that she was about to melt.
“I know this is your place,” The red-haired young woman admitted in a seductive tone. She added to the admission by placing a short, but sweet kiss on the older woman's lips. Shego, in turn, grinned even more in response.
“But you wanna know what I say about your rules?”
“What?”
“Well… I say…,” Kim stalled as she trailed her finger teasingly up Shego's spine.
“Yes…”
“…Fuck em…” The redhead spat quickly before slapping the remote control out of the right hand of Shego. With that, she turned on one heel and walked away with a giant smile on her face.
Shego had to smile in spite of the situation. Boy did have a great student and…
Did she just curse at her? And… Did she just break her remote control?
That did it.
“You'll pay for that! Come back here!” A now infurated Shego said angrily chasing after the giggling Kim.
The silence wasn't defeaning. But it was unquestionably uncomfortable. On one end was a young woman who was just happy to be close to home. The other side, a bitter brunette who just got the next to last person in the world that she would want as a roommate.
Needless to say, at this point, the hottest summer afternoon couldn't warm up this place.
“So… Uh, Bonnie,” Monique began. “I haven't seen you since graduation… How have you been?”
“Fine,” The brunette said simply.
“So, ummm, how do you like the… college life?”
Bonnie let out a weary sigh. Small talk? What was this, a High School Reunion?
“It's fine,” She repeated. Her voice hinting that she was very much annoyed with this small talk.
“How is--”
“Enough! There is nothing I hate more than small talk.”
“But…”
“But nothing! Just because we're roommates now does not mean we have to be friends. So please, do me and yourself a favor and stay out of my way,” The tanned girl snarled as she left the room with a slam of the door.
Monique wasn't surprised the way she reacted, this was the normal behavior of… Well, you know. Thankfully, now that she was settled in, and Ms. Rockwaller was out, she could call up and catch up with old acquaintances.
Why did he have to do this? I mean, if you had to go to your former girlfriend's home, wouldn't you feel the least bit uncomfortable?
Those were the thoughts of one Josh Mankey as he stepped out of his swanky sports car. With the touch of a button, the car gave out a quick alarm to signal that it was locked. He definitely knew of Kim and her… girlfriend. He had hoped to Providence that she was ready to go or the other chick wasn't there or both. It wasn't that he was homophobic, but if he caught them in the act of…
Sheesh… Never mind.
Shaking off the horrific thoughts of what may happen once he entered, he stepped up to the front door of the green-painted house.
Steeling his nerves, he managed a faint tap at the door. No answer. He then knocked on the door with a bit more force. Again, no answer. This was kind of a bizarre situation… Kim had told him to pick her up at 3:30, and it was 3:43. A bit late, but not tardy enough that she wouldn't be there.
Knowing that he was going to regret this, the young man turned the knob, and with a slight creak, the door opened. Well, curiousity did this to this cat, and now it was time for him to get killed. But as he flicked on the living room light, there was no one there. There was one hell of a mess…, But no one was there.
This was slightly relieving to the Mankey boy, though unfortunately for him, the living room wasn't the only room in the house. In addition, the faint sound of grunting was heard from above.
‘Oh No…’ Josh thought. His first impulse was to back away slowly, make like a tree, leave, and never return. Yet, his second impulse, which turned out to be the strongest, told him to go up the stairs, and that he did. The struggling sounds got louder as he came to the door that was closed. After giving a couple of guesses, he figured that this was the master bedroom. And he knew what went on in the bedroom.
‘Geez, if Kim was so desperate to see Monique, she wouldn't be doing whatever she's doing right now,’
Feeling the knob of the door, he came to the conclusion that this door, too, was unlocked. Knowing that his penchant for brown-nosing was going to get the better of him, he turned the knob with his right hand, and covered his eyes with his left.
“Please let them not be doing it…Please let them not be doing it,” He silently prayed.
Noticing that he hasn't even been spotted yet, Josh lifted his left hand from his eyes, and was relieved.
‘Phew! They're not doing it… They're just making out. No, wait! Making out doesn't involve punches!’
Indeed, the redhead and the black-haired woman were, once again, locked into mortal combat. Punches… Kicks… Biting… The whole nine yards were being thrown at one another. Josh figured he had to step in and stop this. Seriously… Wasn't this like, domestic violence?
“OK… OK… Break it up… Break it up!” Mankey commanded to no avail. The two young women continued their battle on the floor of the second floor of this house without a thought of stopping or listening to Josh.
With a shrug, Josh left them to their devices, walked back downstairs to the living room and sat on the couch. He guessed that they would be done with their hostilities with each other soon. From overhead, he heard a very loud thump once again only for him to shake it off. He wouldn't dare try to stop that fight, mostly because of what his roommate, Ron told him
“Stopping those two is sort of like stopping a runaway train; It's just not possible.”
Now he knew.
“Yeah, I know Marcella,” Monique spoke into the receiver of the telephone. “…She's still the same as she was in High School. A total--”
Click.
“Huh? Hello? Marcella? Hello?”
It took a couple moments to realize that Bonnie had pulled the phone line out of the jack. The dark-skinned girl took immense offense to this.
“Why did you do that?” She asked harshly.
“Because I can,” Bonnie said haughtily before placing the line back into the jack.
This was beginning to get on Monique's nerves. Usually the phrase “Because I can” were fighting words to her, but since it was only her second day there, she would try to calm herself down. It was truly the same old Bonnie. All that the dark-skinned girl wanted to do was be civil, but Rockwaller obviously wasn't going to allow that. You'd think she would learn to have grown up a little bit after twelve months of college, but obviously not. It was a given that she never liked the brunette in High School. Now, however, it was beginning to get personal.
As she saw Monique's face darken into a frown, the ravishing brunette's face turned into a grin. She didn't care for Little Miss Perfect's little lackey anyway. Heck, maybe with some luck, she could get her out of her dormroom. All she had to do was continue finagling, and later rather than sooner, the lackey would be gone.
All she had to do now was put it into effect.
“You used the last of my toothpaste?” An aporetic Monique asked Bonnie. The tanned brunette tried to maintain an innocent veneer, despite the fact that she knew she was guilty. Why did she do it? She certainly had her own toothpaste, did she do it just to draw the ire of her roommate?
What do you think?
After seeing Monique face turn into a glare, it was a mission accomplished. But just to sweeten the deal…
“I'm really sorry about that, but early in the morning I can barely see a thing,” A falsely apologetic Bonnie explained. “But I can see why your toothpaste is so important to you. I mean, hey, if it was late at night and I wanted to be seen -- I'd want my teeth to be their whitest as well!”
“You ate the last of my chocolate cake?”
“That was yours? Ohhh, I'm so sorry!”
“You're not sorry. You did on purpose!”
“No, really. I'm really sorry I did that.”
“No, you're not.”
“You're just angry now. Sooner or later you'll thank me.”
This kind of took Monique by surprise. And definitely not the good surprise either.
“How the hell am I supposed to be thankful that you took the last of my chocolate cake?”
“Hey, somebody's got to start you on that diet,” The brunette said with a sardonic grin on her face.
Tonight would definitely be the night that Monique forgot about all the needless hassle that Bonnie put her through. What with the insults, and the toothpaste pilfering and the cake eating. For tonight, she had a date with Barry Goode -- Who was only the star point guard on the Upperton University basketball team. She had everything laid out perfectly. Outfit. Make-Up. Just about the whole nine yards. The only thing she had to do was shower. That would be simply enought. But, just in case Barry called…
“Hey, Bonnie?”
“What?” She answered cantankerously.
The dark-skinned girl simply ignored the brunette's countenance and proceeded with asking her favor anyway.
“If a guy named Barry calls, tell him I'll be down in about 15 minutes.”
“Yeah, fine, whatever…”
Five minutes had gone by after Monique had gone in for a shower. Sure enough, the telephone had rung, and obidiently, Bonnie had picked up the phone.
“Hello? No… This is her roommate… She told me that she wasn't going to be able to make it tonight… Something about avoiding people… Yeah? I'm sorry too… Yeah, I know… She's can be such a flake sometimes… I'm totally sure you can find some girl better than her. Uh-huh. OK, hun… Buh-Bye.”
Yes, the brunette knew it was cruel, but as the old saying went “Misery Loves Company.” If she had to have the insufferable situation of having Monique as a roommate, why not have her suffer as well? Sure, once again, it wasn't nice, but then again, all throughout high school, Rockwaller didn't get this reputation by being a Girl Scout.
Besides, she'd been there longer, what was Li'l Miss Monique going to do about it? Take it back to the ghetto on her?
Yeah, Right.
Enough was enough. All the attempts to make nice had failed miserably. She had tried her absolute damnedest to be civil, to not sink to her level, even though she was perfectly capable of doing so. But now, all of that went out of the window. After another argument, Upperton U's newest arrival had stormed out of the room in disgust. At this point, she just couldn't win. As she stalked around the campus, the searing tone of Bonnie Rockwaller's words were still reverberating in her ears.
“There's nothing you can do about it, Mitchell. We're stuck here together. And as long as we're stuck here together, I'm going to make your little lackey life miserable.”
The dark-skinned young woman's eyes narrowed further. She wasn't defeated yet, but she was damn near close to it. She needed some help.
And she definitely knew where to get it.
End of Chapter Two
Other Stuff: Ah… We have our buildup, I think. Now the fun freakin’ begins. I guess
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