Crying? Weeping? Sobbing? What in the world could have reduced Rockwaller to tears? Monique was incredibly tempted to go in there and see what was what. Then again, she was tempted to go in there and laugh at whatever had did the brunette the disservice. She quickly scolded herself at that rather nasty thought. Monique had believed in karma, and whatever had happened with Bon-Bon was karma sorting her out.
Looks like she didn't need Kim & Shego's advice after all. Which, of course, meant that her five precious hours today was wasted.
She had arisen the next morning like rise of the bright sun in the azure blue sky. No reason to look forward to the day with dread. Heck, Bonnie was still in her funk and it was a welcoming sight for the dark-skinned girl. She conceded that no one should be depressed as the brunette was, but she'd get over whatever her problem was. In a couple of days the old Bonnie Rockwaller would be back to her tormenting ways.
Right?
Two days later, the brown-eyed young woman expected the same old song and dance as she entered the apartment that she had unwillingly shared with Bonnie. She searched for the ever-conniving brunette, and she spotted her… Just… sitting there. There she was, her face bland, emotionless, and almost pale…her usually well-done hair undone, and her clothing… just plain drab. What in the heck was wrong with this irl? Whatever it was, it was beginning to concern Monique, as much as she hated to admit it. Why the heck did she begin to care so much?
For the first time ever, Bonnie Rockwaller conceded defeat Defeated by Kim Possible. Defeated by the world, and of course, defeated by her sisters. Days back, she had become sick and tired with all the crying she was doing… After all, crying was for babies and people who couldn't handle the truth. After the well of tears had run dry, it had been replaced with outright numbness.
Being a boastful, conniving, manipulative… bitch was the Brunette's forte. It was something she was used to. But, ever since that fateful afternoon that her sisters, Connie & Lonnie had outclassed her in every aspect and dropped twenty truth bombs on her, the aqua-eyed girl hadn't felt like doing anything of the boastful, conniving, and manipulative variety.
For the last few days since the incident, her day would consist of sitting around aimlessly, attending her classes, and thinking about thoseignorant,yetglorious days when she didn't know she was a loser. After that, it would be lather, rinse, and repeat.
How ironically funny it was that these days, she was on the level of Stoppable.
Monique continued to stare at the pitiable girl who was seated several feet away from her. Inside the African-American girl, urges were beginning to stir from within. Not those urges… But the urge to actually help Bonnie. Perhaps if she did, the brunette would be… maybe… grateful. Then again, a lot of her attempts to help had backfired. Back in the High School days, a lot of her good reputation had come from the fact that she had gave good advice. Conversely, a lot of people thought of her as a gossip monger and a meddler.
Would she meddle again this evening?
Well, her legs had been carrying her into the kitchen where her subject was. There wasn't much of a way to stop herself now…
Monique was settlin’ for some meddlin’
Sidling into the kitchen, Monique grabbed an item from the refrigerator and placed it into the microwave. She took a seat right next to Bonnie without so much as an acknowledgement from the brunette. Silence began to prevail… Save for the electrical hum of the microwave. Taking a deep breath and attempting to make her sound as nice as possible, Monique turned her head toward the tanned girl.
“Hey, Bonnie. I heard that there's gonna be a huge sale at Club Banana at the Upperton Mall tomorrow. Wanna come with?”
In the natural world, Bonnie probably would have said something along the lines of “Me, being caught in public with you?” and then she probably would have scoffed the offer into oblivion. But in this case…
“No thanks,” The brunette answered, devoid of any emotion whatsoever.
In the natural world, Monique probably would have taken this for answer, especially from Rockwaller.
But then again, you might have noticed that this is far from the natural world.
“Really, Bonnie? It's me and my credit card's treat,” Monique offered with a friendly smile.
“Nah… I think I'll stay here,” She insisted.
OK, this offer stuff obviously wasn't going to work.Thus, the ever-so-clever Monique went onto stage two.
“Suit yourself. You can stay here and like trash… Meanwhile, I'll be out looking like cash,” She said snidely as she grabbed her plate from the microwave and left the kitchen.
5… 4… 3… 2… 1…
In these quiet times, you could almost hear the brunette's head whipping in the direction of Monique.
“What was that?” A more in-character Bonnie asked.
Since her back was turned, the former cheerleader couldn't see the grin that was plastered on her roommate's face.
“I said…”
“I heard what you said!” The brunette retorted. “And let me tell you something. I, Bonnie Rockwaller, never look like trash!” She declared. “However, if you want to see trash, Mitchell, I'd suggest you look in the mirror.”
In spite of being blatantly disrespected for like, the fifteenth time, Monique had to smile inwardly. They all fall for a little reverse psychology.
“Oh yeah?” She said mockingly. “If you're so stylish, then what's up with the look right now? You look like you just escaped the set of 90210!”
The brunette seethed in rage. How dare she! No one, but NO ONE kicked Bonnie Rockwaller while she was down and mocked her fashion sense at the same time. Raising out of her chair, she came face to face with her harrasser. This meant war…
“90210? The only thing you're going to have to worry about is being overdrawn,” She challenged.
“You're on, Mitchell… So you'd better bring daddy's platinum card with you,”
Just like that, a reenergized Bonnie stalked off to her room, leaving a… half-confused, half-triumphant Monique still in the kitchen. The good news was that her reverse psychology trick worked. There was nothing a little mockery couldn't fix.
The bad news was… Well, whatever good credit she had was going to go down the train tomorrow.
“What do you think of that, J-Dawg?”
“I'm not thinking anything, and will you please stop calling me J-Dawg?”
“Well… I think love is in the air… I mean, can't you feel it, J-Dawg?”
“No, but I feel something else…”
“What's that?”
“I can feel my face on the front door of Bonnie & Monique's dormroom, listening to what's going on in there with my silly and perverted roommate.”
“I am NOT a pervert.”
“Bull.”
“Hey! If it's so silly and perverted, then why did you agree to do this with me?”
For once Ron actually had Josh backed into a corner.
“Because… I had… nothing better to do,” He said.
“Liar…”
“Fine, you win. I find this concept… intriguing… In an artistic way.”
“So that means your going to paint pictures of them totally making out?”
The artist was mortified and appalled at the blond's bluntness.
“What? No!”
Ron wasn't buying it.
“I would never do such a thing.”
Fish still weren't biting…
“OK, Maybe a few sketches…”
“I understand this there's this big behemoth sale, but why do I have to go with you?” Shego uncharacteristically whined.
“Because we're girlfriends and we're supposed to do things together,” Kim replied for the thousandth time.
Indeed, today was the day of the big Club Banana sale, and what better way for these two young lovers to spend the day other than shopping until they were dropping.
Well, at least one of them was shopping until they were dropping. Namely to the tune of trying damn near every blasted thing in the store.
“What do you think of this?” The redhead asked the now uninterested Shego.
“Yeah, Yeah… it's super hot… sexy… I could eat you alive, blah, blah,” The older woman replied with a yawn.
“Sheeeego, you didn't even look!” A hurt Kim whined. The older woman was growing weary of this fashion trip. Every other two minutes, Kimmie would come out of the dressing room with a new outfit, a new look, and whatnot… Sure, she was nice to look at, but this was getting ridiculous.
“Look, Kim,” The black-haired woman said simply. “If you really want to look good, I would suggest…”
“…This?” Kim asked.
Shego turned her head toward the dressing room door to see Kim Possible wearing nothing… save for a dark green bra and matching panties… Her favorite color. The older woman nearly began to drool as she approached the younger woman in sort of a trance.
“I knew you'd like it,” The former teen heroine said smugly. A little bit of teasing went a long way in their relationship… Hell, it was almost half the fun. Just as the Shego was about to get to where Kim was standing, the redhead shut the door and promptly locked it.
Oh… this was an insult. How could Kimmie just show her the good and take them away like that?
‘Damn tease,’ Thought Shego as she tried in vain to open the dressing room door to no avail. This was a real insult… The older woman, after seeing a scantily clad Kim, was hot, bothered and now frustrated at the same time. She sooo wanted to get in there… but the damn door was locked. Knowing that destroying the door with her powers was a bad idea, she sprouted a different approach.
Pacing herself back about five meters from the door, the former villainess took running start and leapt to the top of the dressing room door. With expert positioning, she began to survey the rows of dressing rooms. There she was! Her back was turned, so she didn't even see her…
This was going to be priceless…
Kim had began to get dressed, totally oblivious to the fact that Shego was a few feet behind and above her. She had always enjoyed teasing the older woman. But this time, Go-Go would get no retribution… Unless, of course, she…
It was at that time when the redhead felt a whoosh come up from behind her.
“Guess who, Princess?”
‘Drat,’ Kim silently cursed.
Before she could even turn around, the redhead found herself pinned against the wall by the stronger Shego. She felt the older woman's hands roam all over her body and couldn't help but to enjoy the feeling.
“Shego… How did you…?” She gasped.
“I used to do this for a living, princessss…” Shego purred, letting the lisp of her voice tease the younger woman's ear.
“N-No fair,” Kim whined.
“Oh no, Kimmie. Definitely fair,” The older woman replied. Almost immediately, the pale-skinned beauty whirled the younger woman around forcefully to face her and pulled the unsuspecting Kim into a heated kiss. Their tounges tangoed inside each others mouths. The green-clad woman's hands grasped the redhead's waist, pulling them deeper and deeper into their lust-filled haze. Neither one could be enjoying this any more than hey were right now. Kim, for a brief moment began to lose herself as she moaned ardently into the black-haired woman's mouth.
Unfortuately, she didn't lose track of where she was and what she was doing. Woah! Making out with Shego? In a department store? That's open for business?
Red flag!
The younger woman quickly broke the heated embrace, gasping for breath.
“What's wrong?” Shego asked, grinning as she went in for another kiss.
“We… can't… do… this…” Kim replied breathlessly in between kisses.
“Why not?” The older woman pouted.
“What (kiss) if we get…” The redhead's question was silenced momentarily by a rather long kiss. “…caught?”
The green-clad woman answered the question moving a hand from the redhead's waist and into her pants. Once she found the desired spot, her lover yelped in response.
“Let em,” The former henchwoman growled as she set her lips to the redhead's throat.
The red-haired young woman's sense of reasoning melted away as her hips began to instinctively grin on the offering digit. She was too far along to stop now. Her head lolled back to the wall infervent pleasure as her lover kissed, nibbled, and occasionally bit her way down her lithe body.
‘Let em catch us…,’ Kim thought as her open mouth formed into a grin.
Once again, Ron had found himself rooked into doing something for Monique. But then again, how could he say no to chaperoning Bonnie and Monique's first date? Or at least, that's what he thoughtit was. Well, either way, he couldn't say no. The blond figured if he saw so much one give the other a peck on the cheek, the day would be worthwhile.
Too bad Josh backed up at the last minute… Something about going to the movies with Felix or whatnot… This was much better than any movie… it was reality television! In the end, he knew that Monkey Boy was going to kick himself for backing out of this.
Speaking of backing out… Why did Monique tell him to stay in the car?
Strangely enough, this shopping stuff with Bonnie wasn't as bad as first imagined. It wasn't quite the fiasco either. Plus, one time or another, it had looked like Bonnie was enjoying herself. The only drawback, of course, was the pounding that Monique's National Express credit card was going to take. But it might have been worth it if the brunette was grateful… Or at least started treating her like an equal.
All throughout the day, Bonnie had thought something was amiss in this offer. It was just a matter of finding out what it was. What was Mitchell's angle? Why was she so inviting yesterday? Perhaps it would have helped to not be so suspicious and let things play out… But that wasn't part of the plans. As the brunette and her “shopping buddy” approached the food court, she decided that now was the time to speak on it.
“Hey, Monique. I forgot to thank you for this… spree. It wasn't all bad,” The aqua-eyed young woman said wholeheartedly.
Wow… She was actually being thanked? By Bonnie? That certainly took her by surprise.
“Oh… Well. No big, Bonnie,” She replied, still a bit bewildered. “Someone had to get you out of that funk.”
Whoops!
Did she just let that slip? The way that her counterpart on the other side of the table was glaring at her now, apparently she did.
So this is what it was all about… A pity party in Bonnie's honor, eh? ‘Screw that,’ The brunette thought brusquely. She didn't need help from anyone, least of all her. Pushing away the table from herself, the angered Bonnie got up to tell that meddling girl sitting opposite of her exactly what she thought of her efforts.
“You listen up, Monique, and you listen good,” She began, her exotic eyes narrowing toward her target. “I do not need your help, or your pity, or anything else you're offering! So like I said the day you came to mydorm, stay out of my way!”
The heightening of the brunette's voice gained the attention of several spectators.
There were many things that Monique Mtchell could stand, but being dissed in public was not one of them. Raising out of her seat, she abruptly pounded a fist to the table, which made Bonnie turn around to face her.”
“No girl, you listen! Six weeks I've been trying to be civil with you… and obviously, that's not going to work with someone as hard-headed as you!”
The tanned girl gasped. Disrespect!
“What was that?”
“What? Do you need a hearing aid?” Monique asked mockingly. “You heard what I said, hard-headed! You can't even see when someone's trying to help your ungrateful behind!”
Bonnie was shocked. The only ones who talked to her like this were her damn sisters. This was Monique… and she wasn't going to take this from this hussy… Yet, before she had a chance to speak up…
“It's no wonder why Tara went as far as she did.”
What was that? What the hell was that?
More and more spectators began to watch this scene unfurl.
The brunette was literally on fire now. To say that the African-American young woman had struck a nerve was putting it mildly.
“What's with the silent treatment, B?” Monique mocked once again.
“Don't you dare talk about my best friend,” The brunette threatened.
“Why not? She's not close enough to hear this, is she?”
“I said…”
“I don't care what you said!” Monique said, shouting over the brunette. “I'm trying to make a point here.”
“What point is that?”
‘Why do I get the feeling I'm going to be dragged around all day?’
This was the thoughts of one former evil henchwoman as she continued to be dragged from store to store by Kim. This was no fun… Well, except for maybe a half-hour back, that was fun. But other than that…
“Hey, what's going on over there?” Kim asked, pulling Shego along with her.
“…And you're dragging me here why?”
“I thought I heard someone familiar.”
He was tired of waiting in the car. Unless Bonnie & Monique were totally making out in some sort of dressing room, there was no reason this was taing as long as it did. Ron jumped out of car, and power walked out of the parking lot into the mall.
“You wanna know my point?”
“Yeah! What's your point!”
“My point is that you push everyone away from you,” Monique stated. “Excluding no one…”
It actually sounded like a correct assessment, not that the brunette would believe it.
“That's not true!”
“Then where's that entourage you used to have? Where's Crystal? Where's Brick?”
“I don't know!” A faltering Bonnie said.
“Better yet, Where's Tara?”
The brunette got that old feeling that she got from her sisters almost a week ago. She was being silenced once again.
“I don't know…” She quietly replied.
“I'm sorry, what was that?” The dark-skinned girl grinned.
“I said I don't know!” Bonnie exclaimed. “I don't know! You made your point.”
Submission… Sweet submission. Well, it was sweet for Monique, not so sweet for Rockwaller.
“What are you trying to tell me anyway?” The unconvinced brunette asked.
Monique took a few slow steps toward Bonnie, who backed up a few inches. The few spectators that were left had the thought that the gloves were about to come off.
Her voice almost sounded affectionate. “I'm trying to tell you that you're not going to get rid of me, Bon-Bon.”
Before the brunette had a chance to even respond, the unthinkable had happened.
“Well what do you know?” A grinning Shego said.
The redhead was stunned into silence… Well, sort of. “Wha? M-Mon and B-Bon a-a-are…”
Meanwhile, nearly 20 feet away from where they were standing, Ron was watching this scene with pure, unbridled glee.
“That… is… totally wicked!” He shouted, which made a few patrons stare at him.
“Booyah!” His mole rat, Rufus shouted.
“You see, Kimmie?” The green-clad woman gloated. “My advice always works.”
End of Chapter 4
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