She could handle jealousy amongst her peers. She could handle jilted boyfriends. But this… this was something she couldn't possibly hope to handle.
Why did the tide always have to turn on her in this type of fashion? Bonnie knew in the back of mind that Monique was being nice for some reason, but she never figured it was because… It was almost unfathomable the way it went down less than a week ago. The heated exchange of words, the spectators watching and…
The kiss…
The brunette still had no answer to why she didn't pull away immediately, even a half a day after the fact. Maybe she was stunned by her unwanted roommate's sudden boldness. Maybe she was to surprised to move a muscle.
Maybe she liked it.
The tanned young woman shook that thought off rather violently. She may have had a tiny bit of something for her old friend, Tara, and perhaps for that… redhead, but she was so not attracted to Monique. For crying out loud… She was Possible's lapdog… Her lackey… Her… her lickspittle! It just wasn't possible for the brunette to look at her roommate that way. Why… She had stole her old boyfriend, Brick Flagg… Though it didn't really matter now. The brunette searched desperately to find a reason to dislike Mitchell and needless to say she was having some trouble.
‘She… invaded my space!’ She thought.
That certainly worked… But it wasn't enough. She had to find some more vitriol for the dark-skinned girl.
She had… zero fashion sense. Even though she did look kinda good yesterday.
The brunette mentally slapped herself. Why the hell was thinking like this? It must've been post-kiss dementia or something like that. The frazzled girl continued to try and dig up more reasons.
She hated the way that Monique talked to her… All high and mighty with all that… smugness. It reminded her of… herself.
Damn!
“Uh… uh… looks!” The brunette urged to herself aloud.
Her hair was… ugly and… black… and s-so was her skin color!
She shook her head, even the brunette knew now that she was grasping at straws, but she knew she had to find something that she didn't like! Maybe it was those ears… Nothing. Or her deep brown, soulful eyes… No! Perhaps her shapely and voluptuous body… With those hips that swiveled whenever she walked… or her nicely toned and long legs… No, No, No! The desperate girl almost slapped herself for thinking of her roommate like this… She was supposed find something wrong!
‘OK,’ She reasoned, she definitely did not like her face. ‘Yeah,’ Bonnie thought, trying to get a hold of herself. Mitchell was so in need of a nose job, and who was she trying to impress with that makeup? Plus… What was the deal with that lipstick that she always wore?
Forget about the lipstick… What about the lips that made an unwarranted trip to her own… that was… it was… s-She was…
A very good kisser.
Bonnie threw herself on the bed. It couldn't be! Not now! She didn't want Monique! She wanted her out of her life! So why was her mind thinking otherwise?
Ron Stoppable had to hand it to Shego… Her advice looked like a charm. He just couldn't get the mental image out of his head. Monique and Bonnie kissing… Whoa! What a spectacle! The only thing that wasn't right was the fact that the blond didn't have a camera… or a VCR… or a…
He then quickly remembered what Mankey said to him a few nights ago.
‘I am not a pervert,’ He reassured himself.
He descended up a few flights of stairs and entered the right wing of the apartment building. He was going to tell Josh all about his viewing fun the other day. It was just a matter of turning the key in the lock of his door…
The door opened with a slight creak as the blond walked in. ‘Strange, why were all the lights off?’ He wondered. ‘And why were the blinds closed?’
Something was amiss around here. He flicked on the switch to find nothing out of the ordinary going on in the living room. Mankey's easel, the TV… Everything seemed to be fine there.
Yet his calm wasn't restored yet. The former sidekick continued down into the hallway. He was in an unusually panicked state of mind. Maybe Mankey had a girl over or something… That would be kind of normal, except for the fact that he almost never had any girls over. With the exception of study buddies and all that.
At times, the blond wondered how such a pretty boy like Josh was unable to get the honies… but there was no time to think about that right now.
With almost detective-like sleuthing, Ron entered his room to find nothing abnormal… Save for a sleeping Rufus.
He calmly left his room and checked across the hall to his roommate's door, which was slightly open. The blond tiptoed a few steps and took a peep inside.
It was Josh with some guy in a wheelchair… hey, wait! Brown hair… It was Felix!
He was about to bust in there and greet his old high school buddy until he heard some… conversation.
“So do you think… Ron would be comfortable with… you know?” He heard Felix ask Josh.
‘Hey!’ Ron thought, outraged. Cool with what? The blond had always been comfortable with the fact that Renton was handicapped. There was so nothing wrong with that.
“I think he'll be all right with it,” Josh said solemnly.
‘Damn right,’ Ron thought, approving of what the spiky-haired blond said. How quickly people forgot. In his mind, he was the most flexible guy on the freakin planet. He was still best friends with Kim who basically dumped him in favor of Shego, for crying out loud! How blasted flexible was that? His thinking tangent ended as Felix spoke up once again.
“I hope so,” The wheelchair bound young man stated in a shaky tone. “For us, Josh… I hope you're right.”
Eh… Us? What the heck was Felix talking talking about? And what was he doing? From the blond's vantage point, it looked like Felix was holding the artist's hand. This was beginning to get very much on the weird side. What the hell was going on around here? Why exactly was Felix holding Josh's hand? What was all this stuff about?
His barrage of questions was clarified moments later as he saw his two friends draw closer to each other.
The blond gasped, as quietly as he could, of course, as the realization hit him. It couldn't be! But yet, it was right there for his peeping eyes to see. Felix & Josh were… together. With his eyes wide open from what he was seeing, and the shock from this realization, the hapless blond began to slowly back away from his roommate's slightly open door, out through the hallway and out of the apartment altogether, while walking backwards, no less.
Was he traumatized?
Yeah, well, maybe…
He continued backing away through the quiet byways of the building and into the elevator. With mouth now hanging open as well as eyes wide as saucers, the young man pressed the ‘G’ button on the elevator and down in went.
With a ping, the elevator door opened, and Ron, continued his backing away. He had to tell someone about what he just saw… and perhaps, he would.
Once he stopped walking backwards anyway.
It was very early in the morning when she woke up. In fact, she had very little idea why she was up as early as she was…
Rubbing her jade green eyes, Shego almost knew that she had no business being up this early in the morning, but still, there she was.
The former henchwoman continued to rub at her sleep-deprived eyes. What was keeping her awake like this? Or better yet, who was keeping her awake?
All signs would point to her sleeping bedmate to the right of her.
That beautiful girl with the red hair… Kimmie. The girl who could “do anything”, the girl that was her perpetual adversary and rival for the better part of three years. After all the trash-talking and the teasing and the battles, who would have ever thought that it would end up this way?
The black-haired woman shook her head. Who would've thunk it?
She began to watch the younger girl peacefully sleep. It was strange… In one instance, they would go at each other physically and verbally with so much force, one would think that they were still enemies and not lovers.
Then again, there had been moments like these. When Kim would use her “puppy dog pout” to get what she wanted from her, or when the redhead would rest her pretty head on her shoulder from time to time, and times like right now. No one would ever think that there would be a moment of tranquility between Kim Possible and her ‘archnemesis', Shego.
Settling down was never in the raven-haired beauty's short term plans, but then again, her infatuation with the slumbering girl was not expected to blossom into something like this. Something in between obsession and…
Shego continued to stare at the peacefully sleeping Kim… It couldn't be… She was incapable of feeling that emotion. Not for anyone! Not for her brothers. Not for Drew… or anyone else for that matter.
Just because she quit working for Drakken just so she could see Kimmie more often did not mean that she loved her. Just because she personally pledged to stay on the straight and narrow did not mean that she loved her. Just because she kept her caustic tounge to almost a minimum nowadays did not mean that she loved the redhead!
And just because she was in denial did not mean that she was going to admit the truth.
‘Damn that Kimmie,’ She thought. She was the one to blame for all of this. She was the one who made a human out of her. Damn that red-haired she-devil from…
“Mmm… Shego?” The redhead sleepily murmured as she reached out for empty air.
She uttered an audible growl. The older woman tried to resist the strong urge to melt, and unfortunately, failed miserably.
This is what Kim Possible did to her… and she was so damn good at it.
The green-robed woman crawled back into the bed. Possessively, she wrapped an arm around the younger woman's waist. Kim elicited a favorable sigh in response. Feeling as close as she ever did with her former rival, Shego moved her face closer to her former teen heroine's ear.
“I love you, Kimberly,” She whispered. “There. Are you happy now?”
With that she rolled back onto her pillow. After the admission, the black-haired woman had little trouble drifting off to sleep this time around. Unbeknowst to her, on her right side, the red-haired young woman's eyes were closed, yet she had the biggest grin that one would ever see.
“I love you too, Shego,” Kim whispered back. “And… yes, I am,” She whispered again before drifting back to sleep.
A nice, hot, long shower.
Whenever faced with adversity and stress, it was a good way to relieve what ailed the brunette, but this time it didn't prove to be very successful. She avoided her unwanted roommate more than usual that morning. It was a shame too, baiting Monique in the morning was one a favorite of hers… Now that she's been struggling with these thoughts of… attraction… Not so much.
Until she found a way to rationalize what was going on between herself and… Mitchell, she had an idea to avoid confrontation at all costs.
“Yo, Bonnie!” A loud voice snapped the brunette back into reality. “What the hell is the deal with running out all the hot water?”
The brunette turned around and to her surprise, stood Monique.
It was Monique. A very wet Monique. A very wet Monique who was only clothed in a towel, fresh out the shower. A very wet Monique who was only clothed in a towel, standing there in the bathroom doorway with both hands on her hips… An almost statuesque pose.
“Well?” She asked.
The tanned beauty quickly turned her back to the African-American girl. She honestly didn't mean to purposely annoy Monique, for once. She was trying to avoid her, for crying out loud. Couldn't she just go without a shower or something?
“Don't you turn your back on me, girl,” Monique threatened.
Bonnie still refused to listen… Instead, she shut her eyes. An image of Monique in a towel burning in her head… What was wrong with her? Why, oh why did she have to look so… Good right now? Plus, why did she have to be in that state of dress… or undress?
Once again, she was shaken into reality when the dark-skinned girl whirled her around to face her.
“I asked you a question and I expect to be answered,” She angrily said.
Bonnie's eyes were still forced shut. Her roommate's hand was on her shoulder! Another thing hit her… Since when did Mitchell have a backbone? Whenever she got one, the brunette was getting sick of it and was quite ready to bring this lackey back into her place. Avoiding confrontation be damned.
“You want an answer?” Bonnie asked while shoving Monique's hand away from her shoulder. “Maybe I wanted to run out the hot water,” She said with a haughty grin.
“Oh?” Asked Monique, her lips pursing into a grin.
Bonnie was a bit unnerved by the dark-skinned girl's unusual response. Still, backing down was never in the brunette beauty's vocabulary.
“That's right,” She said, trying to regain some of her composure.
“Really?” Monique repeated. “So, you want to annoy me on purpose?”
“Grr… Maybe I do!” The brunette answered, frustrating creeping in her voice.
“Why?”
Yep… Avoiding confrontation be damned… Because Bonnie was beginning to lose patience with this girl…again.
“Damn It!” She yelled. “Why do you have to be so…”
“Annoying? Meddling? Irritating?” Monique asked, trying to add in the missing adjective.
“…Persistent,” She said quietly.
That was not quite expected. That little adjective picqued the brown-eyed girl's intrigue.
“What do you mean?” Monique asked curiously.
“You know what I mean,” The brunette replied loudly. “You know -- Trying to be nice to me… Taking me out shopping…”
“…Kissing and making up in the mall?”
“Don't start!”
“Go on.”
“You know I'll never do the same for you… so, why do you even bother, Mitchell?”
“…That's an easy answer,” The dark-skinned girl replied. “We've been here, stuck together for the last two months and well, I've got used to you.”
The former cheerleader was surprised to hear this.
“Used to me?” Bonnie incredulously asked.
“Mm-Hmm,” Monique answered. “I'm used to how you are. So I may as well live with it, right?”
“I guess,” The brunette shrugged.
“I mean, I've gotten used to the insults, the put-downs, the little taunts, and personally, I find them…”
Bonnie jumped the gun almost immediately. “Oh, what? Nasty? Annoying?Bitchy?” She asked.
“No,” The dark skinned young woman replied. “I find it cute.”
‘Cute?’ Bonnie thought, very much confused. The girl was confusing her, and she really didn't like where this was going. As a precautionary measure, she took a few steps back.
“What do you mean by cute?” She asked, a hint of uncertainty in her usually confident voice.
“The way you always keep people away from you. The way you think you don't need anyone but yourself… It's really cute,” Monique patronized, a knowing grin appearing on her face.
This girl was just full of surprises, wasn't she? Instead of being freaked out about what her roommate said, the brunette took that vague statement in stride.
“So you think the way I act toward you is cute, huh?”
Monique nodded, her smile growing broader.
“So does that mean you think I'm cute too?”
Uh-Oh… What was going on here? And why was Bonnie batting her eyelashes at her? The grin almost disappeared from the young woman's face. Monique didn't want to admit it to herself, but either Bonnie was getting wise to this little game she was playing.
The transferring student loved every second of kissing her hapless roommate. But it didn't have anything to do with liking Rockwaller, it had everything to do with gaining the upper hand, and seeing Bonnie squirm.
Right?
“Uh… Well maybe,” She uneasily replied.
That was the kicker. Bonnie Rockwaller smelled blood in the water, and the scent was strong. One thing that the brunette was an expert at was sniffing out nonsense, a ‘BS Detector’ if you will. But, instead of pulling Mitchell's card, the brunette decided to take it a little further.
“That's good… Because ever since last week, I've been thinking,” The tanned beauty said flirtatiously, continuing to bat her eyelashes at the now retreating black-haired young woman.
“A-About what?” Monique stuttered.
“You, silly,” Bonnie said as she slowly advanced on her roommate. “You said last week that I wasn't going to get rid of you. Well, guess what, Mon?”
“W-What?”
“I don't want to get rid of you,” The brunette whispered.
This wasn't good. The whole plot was starting to backfire on Mitchell and she had no answer to this. The only thing she was resigned to was waiting for what Rockwaller was going to do next.
“That's good.”
“Isn't it though? I was kinda freaked after what happened last week, but now I think I liked it,” The brunette admitted.
The dark-skinned girl was now officially freaked. What exactly did she create when she locked lips with the brunette? Apparently a stunning, tanned, green-eyed monster.
“--And I think you liked it too,” Bonnie uttered seductively.
Retreat!
That was the only thing that was on Monique's mind now…
“I gotta get back into the shower,” She said hastily. “… I think the water's hot now,” She reasoned before turning to her back and heading back to the bathroom.
“The water's not the only thing that's hot.”
With the whites of her eyes wide open, and a blush that couldn't quite be seen, Monique made a quick about-face to the brunette who had a wide-eyed grin and her hands planted firmly on her hips.
“What did you say?”
“I think you heard what I said,” The former cheerleader said. “You think I'm cute, and I think you are hot.”
A stunning turn of events?Just about… The tanned brunette loved the fact that she was turning the tables.
“T-That's nice,” Monique said, clearly distracted.
“It's more than nice,” The advancing Bonnie said to her rapidly deteriorating roommate. “In fact, I think I'm up for Round Two.”
As the brunette moved ever so slowly, you could almost hear the African-American girl's teeth begin to chatter.
“I-I-I.”
“Shhh,” Bonnie whispered soothingly. “I won't tell anyone,” she bargained, her voice sounding more alluring to Monique with each passing moment.
After hearing nothing that resembled a response from Monique, the brunette decided to put the big exclamation point on things. Letting her eyes flutter closed, she elaborately drew her lips to her roommate's. On the other end, Monique was frozen and stunned at the same time.It was almost as if she couldn't move until…
…It was too late.
Almost in slow motion, the two roommate's lips came into contact. It didn't linger for every long before both Bonnie & Monique hastily pulled away.
Both stared at each other in absolute fear. Whatever confidence Bonnie had in doing this had disappeared in immediate fashion. Monique could just stand there.
Aqua and brown eyes continued to stare at one another, the tension palpable. Was this an egregious error on Bonnie's part? Did she just inadvertedly opened up a brand new can of worms?
“I…” Bonnie stammered.
“…Uh,” Monique stuttered.
Somewhere, in the heavens, a silly little boy named Cupid must have undershot his attempted target with one of his arrows. Because without any particular rhyme and reason…
…Bonnie & Monique began kissing once again. Not the harmless, brush of the lips that they unwillingly shared moments ago, but a heated exchange of formerly forbidden attraction. Both participants moaned deeply as they continued to explore each others’ mouths. With almost perfectly synchronized movements, the brunette pulled the dark-haired woman closer by wrapping her hands around Monique's waist. Conversely, Monique wrapped her arms around Bonnie's neck. Needless to say, neither one was going to be going anywhere for a while.
As they continued their ‘experiment', Monique offered her tounge, which Bonnie accepted spiritedly. The brunette, in response, lowered her hands to her roommate's firm bottom and gave a hard squeeze. The dark-skinned girl moaned ardently into her former rival's mouth. All kinds of sensations were going through the brunette's mind as she felt a hand sift through her chocolate brown tresses. She didn't care if it was a girl she was kissing, even more so that it was who it was. All she knew was that she was enjoying this, and she wanted more. Reluctantly, she moved her right hand from Monique's waist and traveled upward to it's destination.
The towel that otherwise covered the dark-skinned young woman's nubile form.
Monique was dazed, confused, and thoroughly unaware of what exactly spurred this moment, but she wasn't going to stop now. That is, of course, until she felt probing fingers trying to undo her towel.
Her brown eyes shot open, and just like that, whatever hold the two had on each other had vanished. The heated embrace immediately lost all steam as both disengaged.
“W-What the…?” Monique asked, looking straight at Bonnie, ignoring the fact that her towel was just about to give way.
“…Hell just happened?” Bonnie added, her bottom lip quivering.
The question couldn't possibly be answered by the roommate. They just stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.
The duo came up with the most logical way to answer this question; Both retreated to their respective rooms without so much as making eye contact with one another.
End of Chapter 5
Man, all I can hope for is that this installment was worth the wait.
Reviews, Flames, Ideas! I could use em all! Either way, come on back for Chapter Six… It's gonna be a doozy…
…I guess.
S-Chrome