Welcome to the wonderful, strange, and often unfamiliar world of confusion!
The source of the world of confusion? Of course, Dorm 5-N. Well past the midnight hours, the two inhabitants were having a sizable amount of trouble falling the more peaceful world of slumber. After that… incident that took place hours ago, it was fairly known to both Bonnie & Monique were not going to get much sleep in the first place.
All through the late night hours, Monique tossed and turned. Every time Monique tried to shut her eyes and get some sleep, either she would wake up minutes later, or she would have a very vivid vision of what might have happened if that ordeal went a bit further.
The dark-skinned girl shuddered at the thought. Just hours ago, she was just about two steps away from going all the way… with Bonnie… and hours ago, she didn't give much of a damn who it was. The way it came about confused her. The way the brunette acted toward her before that moment frightened her. But the way she felt during what happened petrified her all the more.
Why?
Because she liked it.
There was no mistakes about it. She would try to deny it, in here mind, however, there was no arguing the fact. If there wasn't any attraction between these two embattled roommates last week, there certain was now… And it all began with a kiss… How ironic.
'What was I thinking?' Monique thought desperately. It was a week ago when she declared to the brunette (and the whole Upperton Mall for that matter.) that she wasn't afraid of Bonnie, and that it was going to take more than a few harsh words and pranks to get rid of her. For some reason, just saying that wasn't enough for her. Taking the advice of Shego, of all people, she decided to end that little powwow at the mall with some shock and awe.
And now… here she was, up in the dead of the night, thinking about a girl that she had no use for, to the girl that she loathed with a passion, to this; The girl that she couldn't stop thinking about.
She wondered if the brunette was having as much trouble falling asleep as she was, or if she was spooked at this turn of events as she was.
'Unlikely,' The black-haired girl thought.
It was very muchunlikely… Seeing as how she was the one who instigated the entire chain of events. Hell, for all she knew, Rockwaller was probably in the next room, plotting on how she was going to scare the beejeezus out of her tomorrow.
Or maybe she was just being paranoid.
Meanwhile, a little more than thirty feet away, Bonnie too, was having difficulties…
The brunette laid there, wide awake. Her legs sprawled out to either end of the bed, and her eyes staring upward at the ceiling.
There were no nightmares or visions with the brunette, because sleep never came. The last few hours were spent thinking. She knew what happened hours ago, and she also had a good idea of what would have happened if neither Monique or herself returned to their senses at the time that they did.
They would have had sex.
The only problem was that the brunette wasn't reacting to this conclusion with total outrage… and it confused her all the more. For reasons that she wasn't quite sure of, the concept of her and… that girl taking their brief episode further wasn't disgusting or revolting to her, and she could have sworn that it was supposed to be.
“Urgh,” The brunette growled as she tossed herself from one side of the bed to another. Did it really have to be this confusing? If one thing was for certain, Bonnie was sick and tired of being confused and led astray by this awkward and unfamiliar relationship she had with her roommate.
Something had to change, and it had to change soon. This situation was far too tense to be left alone, and the brunette was losing too much damn sleep trying to figure out what to do about it.
There was no use pondering and wasting precious hours of sleep thinking about Mitchell any further, the tanned young woman thought. Maybe things will be more clear tomorrow.
The next day didn't bring any more clarity than that the day to follow, or the day after that for that matter. Before the two roommates knew it, the weekend had came about. Weekday or weekend or whatever, there was little or no change at all in the way that Monique and Bonnie approached each other. Both avoided one another like the deadliest infectious disease knew to man. When one would come in, the other would leave… and if by happenstance the two were in the same room, one would probably be able to hear a pin clatter onto the floor.
Things were getting more awkward and tense by the day, with no end in sight… Until that Saturday Night.
Bonnie began to rummage through her closet… She had about all she could take with this confusion nonsense… Tonight, she was going to go out and do something with her life… maybe even have some fun… Anything to get her mind off of Monique.
If Mitchell really did feel the same way as she did, she would have had to come to her by now… Unless she was that much of a coward. Either way, it didn't matter now, and everyone who knew the brunette knew that patience was something that Bonnie Rockwaller didn't care to have a lot of.
Why she happened to be so dense about it was none of the brunette's business.
With elaborate precision, she began slipping on her favorite outfit… Not that it mattered what it was; Whatever it was that she was wearing, there was little doubt that she wasn't going to look good in it.
She gave herself the once-over in the mirror for a final time.
“Perfection,” She quietly said to herself as she cocked a hip to one side to strike a pose. She then grabbed her jacket and left her room. As she walked through the hallway that was no less than twenty feet, she began to feel a slight tinge of unease as she got to the door.
In fact, it was the same unease that she felt several days ago…
Why was she feeling like this now? What was going on with her? She was just about to get out of this cesspool to get her mind off of Monique and now these reflections had to creep back on her?
“Where are you going?”
The brunette turned her back… Brilliant. Speaking of creeps, there was Monique, or at least her voice, wafting from behind her. She turned to face her.
“It's none of your business,"The green-eyed girlreplied defensively. “But if you must know, I am going out to relax and try and get my mind off of some annoyances.“
Annoyances?
Once again… That tounge of the brunette got the best of Monique once again.
“Annoyances, huh?” She asked in a challenging tone of voice.
Once again… Monique was going to get in the way of Bonnie trying to avoid this confrontation… But this time, Rockwaller knew how to deal with this…
Finally.
“That's right, Mitchell… I'm trying to get away from annoyances… Like say, oh I don't know… You,” She said curtly.
With that, she turned smartly on one heel and shut the door behind her. A perfect exit. She checked her bag for her keys, and rolled her eyes. Well, it would've been a perfect exit if she didn't forget her keys. So, taking a deep breath, she reopened the door to retain it.
“Forget something?” Monique asked, a sly grin appearing on her face.
“Wow, you're sharp,” Bonnie answered sarcastically, as she reached for her important possession.
“Say… Where are you going?” The dark-skinned girl asked once again.
“If you want to come with me, all you have to do is ask,” Bonnie retorted.
Monique's heart skipped a couple of beats… She retreated a couple of steps back.
“I never said I wanted to go anywhere with you,” Monique said defensively, her arms crossing her chest and looking away.
“Then don't wait up, Mo,” The tanned young woman said with a wink. Monique turned around, only to see Bonnie walk out of the apartment… She was gone now, so there was no chance in rethinking her decision. The dark-skinned girl shook her head in obvious befuddlement.
'Don't wait up? What's that supposed to mean?'
With a gentle close of the door, Bonnie was out of there. The moment she entered the elevator, however, her cheeky grin dissipated.
Did just feel bad about throwing Monique a curve back there? The brunette tried to reason with herself, but honesty won out. This was sogetting out of hand. In the past, she had never shown remorse for making others feel bad… and all of a sudden, she dishes a parting shot at Mitchell and now she feels like garbage? What in the hell has been wrong with her these past few days?
'My god,' She thought as she keyed open the door of her cherry red sports car. 'I'm turning into Possible.'
She let out a retch as she started the car. She promptly peeled off in the direction of Middleton.
The dark-skinned young woman watched intently from the fifth floor lobby as Bonnie sped off. She let out a resonant sigh as she ambled back to the quaint apartment. Usually when Rockwaller was gone it was a welcoming sigh of relief, but there was something about tonight. Monique just wasn't feeling quite right after the brunette had departed.
'Was she missing Bonnie?' She asked herself.
Nah… That can't be right. Could it?
She knew that she wasn't feeling like her usual upbeat self the past few days, she thought that it was more about being freaked out about what happened that night rather than suffering from Rockwaller withdrawal.
The young woman covered her face with her hands… This was just one more confusing sitch after another. And right about now, she was down for trying to get some advice.
She grabbed the telephone and quickly began dialing…She couldn't believe that was she was going to ask those two for guidance again. But since Kim and Shego were in this type of situation themselves… They would probably know what it was like for them.
After all, it was mostly Shego's advice that got her into this hot water in the first place.
Not that she was complaining, of course.
“Sooo, if I'm a princess,” Kim said softly as she sifted through her lover's dark tresses. “What does that make you?”
“I don't know,” Shego answered obliviously. “But I would prefer something along the lines of 'mistress,” She said with a flirtatious glint in her luminous green eyes. She raised her head ever so slightly off of the redhead's lap to face her.
“What did you have in mind?” She asked Kim.
“Hm, I'm not sure… I did think of mistress. Or maybe goddess… Or perhaps, The Supreme One,"The redhead teased.
“Ooh, me like,” The older woman cooed seductively.
“I knew you would,” The former teen heroine replied with a wink. “But I think I came up with…”
Kim was interrupted as the pale-skinned woman's lips found their way to her's. The redhead let out a low moan as the older woman began to slowly mount her. She had loved the way that Shego was so… abrupt. The lovers embrace began to intensity as the minutes passed by. When these two young lovers were into each other as much as they were right now, it was hard to stop what they started.
RIIING! Came the sound of the telephone.
“Whoops,” Kim said as she absentmindedly threw Shego fromatop of her. “I'm expecting a call.”
OK… Maybe it wasn't that hard.
The younger woman caught the phone on the third ring.
“Hello? Oh, Hey. Are you serious? Yeah? Wow… OK… Hey, no big, we're friends, right? Uh-huh. OK… I'll see you in thirty. Bye.”
She placed the telephone back on the receiver and returned to the living room where she found Shego, who was fresh off of dusting herself off from being propelled to the floor. Needless to say, she was a little peeved at that.
“I don't even want to know who that was, but it had better…”
“That was Monique, she got some more Bonnie problems.”
“Oh,” The older woman paused. “What kind of problems?” She asked, her interest picqued.
“Ahh, it's nothing,” Kim said coyly.
“Nothing, huh?”
“Ohh… OK. Monique called me because three days ago she and Bonnie had a makeout session and neither one of them knew how or why it came about, so she called me because she doesn't know what to make of their relationship now that they played tonsil hockey and…”
“Whoa, Kimmie! Slow down,” Shego urged. “Breathe.”
“Oh… Sorry,” The redhead said apologetically. “Got into gossip mode for a second there. Anyway, she asked me to go over there to give her some helpful advice.”
“OK, Kimmie, let's go. There's no time to lose… We must begin the intervention. “
“Intervention? And… Wait a minute… 'we?'” Both questions were halted as the raven-haired woman literally pulled Kim out of the house.
Twenty-eight minutes, thirty-five seconds… OK… She isn't late yet.
For someone who was so concerned about the matter at hand, Monique stayed fairly calm during this wait for Kim's arrival.
Well, at least she wasn't pacing the floors… Yet.
This was a little reminder that the old salad days were over. She realized that the roles were being reversed in this game of advice giving that she liked so much. Usually when a problem presented itself to Monique, more often than not she would tackle it herself. But this time around, she was way in over her head dealing with you-know-who. It wasn't embarrassing going to someone for help, it was just unfamiliar territory. Besides, foolish pride wasn't going to get her out of this one.
Or would it?
A knock of the door broke her out of her contemplation. That must've been Kim. After all, it had been almost exactly thirty minutes since she called, give or take a couple…
“Kim! I am so glad you…”
“Heeey, Nicky! Glad to see us?”
Monique facefaulted.
“You bought Shego with you,” Monique said flatly.
The redhead knew that Monique wasn't exactly going to be happy with this…
“Yeah, she said she really wanted to help. I can't say no to her. I mean, just look at that face.”
Shego gave Monique something that resembled a pout, which the transfer student didn't buy for a second. Kim, on the other hand, readily ate it up. She let out a resigning huff as she ushered the couple to the couch. Since time was of the essence, she decided to simply cut to the chase.
“What do you think I should--”
“I got a better question,” Shego interrupted. “Are you sure you and this Bonnie girl were sucking face that night?”
“Yes, I'm sure,” Monique answered with teeth-gnashing annoyance.
“Oh, good. Was she a good kisser, then?”
Monique almost spit up.
“Eh? What does that have to do with anything?”
“It has a lot to do with everything,” Shego answered vaguely.
“No it doesn't.”
“Yes, it does.”
“It does not!”
“Yes, it does, Nicky,” The pale-skinned woman teased. “So, are you gonna answer the question or not?”
The dark-skinned young woman shot daggers at Shego, followed by hollow point bullets at Kim. Friends didn't let friends allow this kind of suffering to happen to them. One of these days, she was going to get advice from better people.
Like maybe a corpse.
“Yes, she was a good kisser!” Monique exclaimed, her hands high in the air from frustration. “In fact, it was one of the best--”
“Whoa, T.M.I,” Kim cut in.
“Says you,” Shego said to Kim. “So, when you kissed her, did she like, moan a lot.”
“Uh, I guess,” Monique said with uncertainty.
“A-HA! I knew she was moaning type.”
“Where is all this going?”
“Quiet! Can't you see Kimmie and I are trying to have a breakthrough here?”
“Actually,” Kim interceded. “I don't even know where you're going with this,” she confessed.
This was the problem with working in groups… Everyone was so far behind you.
“OK… I'll make this really simple for both of you. Back in the prehistory days of when Kim didn't know any better… Like, when her sidekick was her boyfriend…”
“Ouch…” Monique uttered, holding back a giggle.
“Hey--” The redheaded interjected.
“Whoa… Let me finish. Anyway… Back in the days, Kimmie & I always used to fight each other. Of course it was a necessity seeing as how she was fighting on the wrong side of the law…”
“Me?” Kim questioned testily. “You're the one that would always steal stuff.”
“See what I mean,” The former villainess whispered casually to Monique. “Now, whenever there was a time when we weren't fighting, we were arguing. I guess Princess had to find some way to mask her endless attraction toward me.”
“Endless Attraction?” Monique asked curiously.
“Endless Attraction!” Kim almost yelled. “That's funny. Last time I checked, you were the one that--”
“Anyway,” Shego continued, totally ignoring Kim's protests. “Kim was totally hot for my bod… and she would find different and rather interesting ways to express it. Like arguing, or fighting… or breaking three of my limbs in three places when she knocked me into that tower a couple years back.”
“I said I was sorry!” The teen hero protested once again.
“You see that, Nicky? She sooo wants everyone to pay attention to her,” Shego said, tsk-tsking all the while. “Now, somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I had to stop Kim from totally throwing herself at me.”
“This is bullshit!” The redhead swore loudly.
“Such language,” The raven-haired woman scolded teasingly. “So instead of arguing or… totally breaking every bone in Kimmie's body, which I could always do at any time--”
“Liar,” Kim stated calmly.
“Oh yeah?” The henchwoman challenged.
“Yeah,” The redhead muttered through gritted teeth.
Monique had to come between the couple to prevent them from coming to blows. What kind of relationship was this anyway? How in the world did these two ever get together? It took a few minutes before either one of the trio actuallyspoke up.
“Is this how the both of you two are?” Monique asked incredulously. “T-This is ridiculous. It's like every time I see you two, you fight all the--”
“That's what I was getting at, Nicky,” The pale-skinned woman said. “If Kimmie wasn't over hereinterrupting me all the time--”
“Well, if you weren't lying through your green teeth, maybe I wouldn't--”
Monique watched as the 'happy' couple continued to lob insults back and forth toward each other and she got it; This is the way that they expressed their attraction toward one another… Through fighting. Certainly it was weird and often dangerous, but somehow, they manage to work it out. Realizing this, she got up from the couch and left the room. Both Kim & Shego were too preoccupied with getting in the last word so they didn't notice her walk out.
The dark-skinned girl was rambling onto her room when another jewel hit her.
Bonnie… and herself argued almost exactly the same way that Kim & Shego do.
Was their relationship the exact same thing?
Nine times out of ten it was herself having to adapt to the former cheerleader and never the other way around. The insults… The cheap shots… The arguments… and somewhere in between… the attraction. No one her age dared to talk to Monique the way that Bonnie did, and yet for the past two months that they had been living under the same roof, she never stopped the brunette from doing it. Why was that? Why was she letting Rockwaller skate without knocking her pretty little lights out?
Then it hit her.
Because she liked it. The dramatics, the theatrics, and all that. No wonder neither one of them weren't feeling quite right the past couple of days…
She felt a stinging pain in her side as the idea hit her.
Truth hurts… Apparently.
Ignoring the silly cliche, she slid back into the living room to find something unexpected.
Kim & Shego, on the couch, making out. But… They were just tearing each other apart a minute ago! What the hell?
“A-hem!”
The couple disengaged, both exchanging some embarrassed glances as they both sat up.
“So, who won?” Monique asked smugly.
“Me!” Both Kim & Shego said at the same time. It only took a split-second for them to turn to each other and glare.
“Whoa… Whoa, Settle down you two. I just figured it all out,” Monique said happily. “And I have you to thank,”
“Oh… Good. So, what are you going to do now?” The redhead asked curiously.
“Well, I'm going go to find Bonnie and try to have a civil conversation with her,” Monique replied.
“Do you even know where she went?” Shego asked.
“No, but I got an idea,” She said with a smile as she grabbed her jacket. Before she went out the door, something had to be answered before she went on this magical mystery tour.
“Hey, Shego?”
“Mmm?”
“Why did you ask all those questions about Bonnie?”
“Oh, glad you asked that. I figure if Kimmie and I are ever on the outs, I think I'd be able to steal your girlfriend away for a while,” The former henchwoman said smugly.
Both Monique and Kim stood there, eyes wide as saucers. The dark-skinned woman just shook her head in disbelief as she locked up the apartment. She turned her head momentarily before she heard just about the loudest connection of open palm to face that she hadpossibly ever heard in her life.
Always the drama…
End of Chapter 6
Hang me for the object lateness… But do thank my co-author of sorts, Dr. Vainglorious. While writer's block was bending me over on it's knee, the Doc gave me some fresh ideas. What's he responsible for?
All the funny parts of this chapter… If you can call them funny.
Either way, come on back for Chapter 7… It's gonna be a doozy… And it just might be on time too.
S-Chrome & Dr. Vainglorious