“Alright, now you know the deal.”
“Yes, yes, yes, no attempting world domination for a month, I needed a vacation anyway.”
“…And”
With a sigh he said, “and I'll remove the camera from your room.”
“Good, now let's see if she's in.” Ron brought out his Kimmunacator, pressing a button to call his friend and waited. “Helllloo“ Ron drawn his speech when he saw his friend on screen, “okay, what happened?”
Kim sighed, “Shego…”
“SHEGO!” Drakken pushed the blonde out of the way while taking to device, Kim was a tad surprised by his appearance but she figured he would be looking for his assistant.
“Where is she?” Drakken demanded, Kim sighed and told him the story (the slightly edited story without her former friend and talking about her past.) He listen carefully, once it was over he tossed the device to Ron. “I have to go break her out when she's healed,” he said while leaving the room. But peeking back in, “Is there a chance that…”
“Nope,” Ron said.
“Not even if…?”
“No.”
“Fine,” he left in a huff.
Tara performed her daily routines on autopilot, her mind was on her friend. She knew that Bonnie was acting strangely lately, and Kim's out and out weirdly.
It all has to be tied some where, in this whole mess there was an answer. But she didn't really care about that, only to help her friend Bonnie Rockwaller.
Rain won't stop falling, it match her mood to a T. The phone won't ring, Bonnie tapped her fingers while eyeing the various desktop icons.
In the background Sting was singing about being an illegal alien in New York, a perfect topper to this.
How long? Bonnie thought, how long do I have to wait for you? She clicked a few icons to pulled up a editor. She normally wrote random things when she was ether angry or upset; at the moment she was both.
The phone finally rang, Bonnie pounce on it within seconds like a cartoon lion. “Hello?”
“You wanted to tell me something important?” Kim asked.
“Yeah, but I want to speak to you in person; is that alright?”
“Bonnie, I'm not in the mood.”
“Please? I promise you won't regret this.”
She heard Kim sigh, a smile crossed her lips; “Now isn't a good time, I'm having some personal problems.”
“Okay, maybe another time.”
“Yeah,” Bonnie heard the line click off than turn to a dial tone. Hanging up she sat back down at her computer, now it was time to vent her frustrations into more crappy femslash on FF.N.
Somewhere deep down, she pity the poor readers.
Sorry for the short and crappy chapter, I hit a long period of writer's block and I'm just getting back into the story.
And For Your Information; English isn't my first language, even though being born in America I was surrounded by many ethnics of different languages.
Plus most of my earlier grammar, spelling and writing skills came from comics and Nintendo Entertainment System games.