The brunette cheerleader was the center of attention of the squad right now. She might be enjoying it if they weren't yelling at her from all directions. All because of that loser, Ron Stoppable. Kim had convinced everyone else to give him a chance. Bonnie was the only holdout. To get her agreement, the redheaded captain made a bet. If the crowd didn't like the mascot routine, Bonnie could be captain. If they did, she had to be nice to Ron. The choice was to be sociable to him for one week or go on one date. Hard to say which choice was worse.
"Fine," she yelled. "I'll go out with Stoppable. At least this will be over faster."
"OK. Here's how it'll work," Kim started. "Ron knows the situation, and everything will be covered by favors. You have to treat this like a real date. We'll be monitoring, so if it looks like you're purposely sabotaging it, you're off the squad."
"Whatever. Let's just get this over with."
Bonnie was glad her family wasn't home tonight. She wanted as few people to know as possible. She was putting the final touches on her make-up when she heard the knock. The tanned beauty took one final glance at herself. She wore an aquamarine short sleeve shirt to go with her eyes and a light brown skirt that went to mid-thigh. Just because she didn't want to do this didn't mean she could slack in her reputation as best dressed girl in Middleton.
She opened the door and gave Ron a quick once over. He wore a red long sleeve dress shirt and khaki slacks; at least he cleans up well. The girl smiled smugly at the look of amazement when he saw her. Finally, he grinned at her and presented a single long-stem rose. "Looking good, Bonnie."
The brunette scoffed at him as she took the rose. "What, Stoppable? Couldn't afford a bouquet?"
"No," he answered, unperturbed. "I wanted to give you something that represented you, so I found the most perfect rose in all of the tri-city area."
She glared at him, trying to find the jab. "I bet this one still has the thorns."
"The real you. No thorns."
She set it in a nearby vase. "Fine. Let's just go."
Bonnie was surprised to see a stretch limousine waiting for them. "Thanks again, Mr. Simmons," the blonde said to the chauffeur holding the door for them.
"Please, it's the least I can do after how you helped me when I got lost in the desert," the man said.
"No big. Anybody could have kept a pack of coyotes at bay. I'm just glad the Kimmunicator had enough juice to jump your battery."
Ron slid in to find the brunette glaring at him. "I'm not impressed."
The blonde looked around. "I don't know. It's roomy, there's a sunroof that can be opened, and the mini-fridge is stocked with water and juice."
"Nevermind," she said in disgust, staring out the window.
"Where are we going? This looks like Lowerton," the girl said with disdain.
"It's a place called Genucci's. There's a three-month wait list. Nice atmosphere, though."
Bonnie was shocked. She had heard of the restaurant but had never been. Only the social elite could afford it, and they had to follow the wait list, too. "You made reservations three months ago?" she asked suspiciously.
"Of course not. I called them earlier this week," Ron scoffed. "They owe me from when all their cooks came down with food poisoning. I prepared all the dishes that night. KP helped by getting stuff from the fridge and shaking a few pans."
As they approached, she took in the elegant style of the restaurant. A beautiful fountain was set in front of the building and perfectly manicured bushes surrounded the place. She smiled smugly when she saw that a small crowd stood by the entrance. No way Ron could get them to the front of the line. That should put a damper on the evening.
The limo pulled up to the door, and the blonde stepped out first to help her out. She grudgingly took his arm to be escorted in. When they entered, a middle-aged man approached them. 'Probably to tell us to wait,' Bonnie thought.
"Ah, Mr. Stoppable. I'm the manager tonight. We have your table waiting for you," the man said.
The girl couldn't hide her shock. How could he have this much influence. Ron seated the dumb-founded girl before seating himself.
"Can you inform our waiter that the young lady will need a menu, and we will start with bread for an appetizer, please," Ron requested.
"I'll take care of that and have a waiter sent for the rest of your order. I regret your meal will not be up to your skills, but our kitchen has some of the finest chefs in the country."
Ron smiled. "I know everything will be perfect." The man nodded as he left.
Bonnie looked over the menu as the blonde nibbled on the bread once it arrived. "Too good to need a menu?" she asked snidely.
The boy shrugged. "I've cooked everything, so I know what's in all the dishes."
"Then what should I order?"
"The chicken pestolini with the house salad and vinaigrette."
The brunette looked away with a harrumph. That was exactly what she was thinking of having. "Fine. Whatever."
When they were ready, Ron ordered the chicken pestolini for her and a sirloin steak with mushroom butter sauce and a baked potato. He tried to start up a conversation a few times, but the brunette would only give short replies. "Bonnie, this is supposed to be our chance to get to know each other," he sighed. "I think we could be friends, and I don't want to see you kicked off the squad just because you won't open up a little."
"This is all your fault," she said angrily. "You're such a loser, you couldn't even fail at being mascot right."
The blonde boy rubbed the back of his neck. "OK. Not where I was going, but it's a start. What don't you like about me?"
"Uh, let's see," the brunette started. "Your goofy haircut, those ugly clothes, and the way you follow Kim around like a lost puppy. Only losers follow around other people like that."
Ron looked at her sadly. "Would you say Tara is your friend?"
"Uh…yes," she replied cautiously, caught off guard by the question.
"Is she your best friend? Tell her everything, always by your side, ever-supportive best friend?"
"Because she follows you around like I follow Kim. By your definition, Tara is a loser."
"How dare you," she seethed, glaring at him.
He met her eyes calmly. "And that's what I like about you."
All the rage left her as she looked at him with utter bewilderment. "What?"
"You're loyal to Tara and your friends. I like that about you."
"I don't need your pity," she said quietly, going back to her meal.
The blonde boy looked at his companion with confusion. "Why would I pity you? You're on amazing young woman."
Bonnie looked at him suspiciously before determining he was being completely honest. "Fine. My sisters, Connie and Lonnie, are always reminding me of how much more they accomplished when they were in high school."
"They were a few years apart, weren't they?"
"So, they never had to compete like you and Kim. They were never going for the same prizes at the same time. If you didn't have to fight Kim, you'd be getting everything easy."
"I know," she said, frustrated.
"No, no. Your sisters are jealous because they know if you win, you had to beat an equal. They didn't fight for anything."
"What are you trying to say?"
"They're afraid you'll figure out you're better than they are. It's all relative. If everyone else can only run one mile, all you have to do is run a little further. But if you barely beat someone that can run five miles, you've still ran five miles."
She stared at him in shock. "Wow, but I'll still have to beat Kim at something."
Ron shrugged. "Maybe. Ready for the next stop?"
She finished the last of her meal. "Yeah. What else is left?"
"Next is mini golf, then a movie. We're done after that."
"Let's get this over with than," she said as they left. Both thanked the manager for a wonderful meal.
Bonnie looked at all the kids putting away. "Why are we here?" she asked, embarrassed.
"Using favors makes activities difficult. Kim and I stopped Duff Killigan here. Besides, it gives us a chance to digest."
"This is a stupid game."
"It's ok that you won't beat me," Ron teased.
"Oh, I can beat you at anything," the brunette promised.
"All right. How about a bet? You win by any number of strokes, and the date is over. I win, I get one minute of kissing time per stroke I beat you by. You can even keep track of the time."
"You're on," she said, taking position at the first course. Neither said a word as they concentrated for each putt. Their silence was only broken by the occasional celebratory outburst from each. Halfway through the courses, Bonnie was down a few strokes; but she was having fun. She refused to show it, though. By the time they had finished the eighteen courses, the huge lead Ron had gained fell to eight strokes.
The blonde raised his arms in victory with a loud booyah.
"OK, fine. You get eight minutes," she said grumpily.
He grinned at her. "I'll take them after the movie. We'd better get going or we'll be late."
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
Bonnie watched out of the window as they rode along. "Don't think I didn't notice you cheating."
"Huh?" he asked in confusion.
"You messed up putts to make it a closer game. I told you I don't want your pity."
"Let me get this straight. I have an opportunity to get a lot of time kissing a beautiful girl, and I purposely reduced the lead?"
"Well, when you put
it like that," she huffed. "What movie are we seeing?"
Ron grinned. "It's a surprise."
She begged until they got to the theater, but he wouldn't say. Helping her out of the limo, she took his arm as they walked in. Neither noticed the group of football players until too late. "On a pity date, Bonnie?"
She didn't know what to say in her embarrassment. Fortunately, Ron stepped up. "It's an early birthday present from me and Kim. We got her an advanced screening of a movie that won't be out for a few months. Rules say at least two occupants for private screenings, and I got volunteered." With that, he escorted Bonnie to the private room before the jocks had a chance to say anything.
"Pretty smooth," she said as they took their seats.
"We just wanted to be prepared. Anyways, this is your reward for getting this far. We got you Valley of the Horse."
The brunette squealed in delight. She hugged him excitedly as she thanked him over and over. This was supposed to be the romantic movie of the year and had some of her favorite actors. She latched onto his arm and rested her head on his shoulder as the movie started.
Bonnie lost herself in the movie, letting her emotions flow freely. She never noticed the subtle position changed of the boy beside her that accommodated her every mood, and he never tried to make a move on her. His shoulder was ready for any tears; his hand ready to be held for any romantic moment. All too soon, the end credits rolled; and she basked in the afterglow of the emotions the movie evoked.
They chatted about the move most of the drive back. "I wish I didn't have to wait so long to talk to the other girls about the movie," she sighed.
"They watched it while we were at dinner. Kim and the others wanted to see it, too."
Bonnie smiled to herself, then frowned as she remembered something. "I still owe you eight minutes."
"Huh?" the blonde asked.
She rolled her eyes. "You won the bet, and I'm not going to let you hold it over me." She pulled him into a deep kiss as she checked her watch for the start time.
Ron was unresponsive at first, but he soon returned the kiss as he put his arms around her waist. The cheerleader was pleasantly surprised at his proficiency. He wasn't the best kisser, but he was definitely better than some of the guys she'd going out with. 'Probably practices with Kim,' she thought. 'Well, this is one area I know I'm better.' With that thought, she pushed him on his back and kissed him with everything she had. The brunette used every trick she could think of to blow his mind.
Eventually, she realized the limo wasn't moving any more. Looking out the window, she saw they were parked in front of her house. Checking her watch, Bonnie was shocked to see they'd been making out for over an hour. At least Ron looked deliriously happy.
The brunette straightened her clothes and prepared to get out. "I'll walk you to your door," Ron said, completely fine.
"Whatever," she said, miffed. Guys aren't supposed to recover that fast.
He helped her out of the limo and walked her the short distance to her door. With a smile, he turned to walk back.
Bonnie grabbed his arm. "Wait," she said reluctantly. "Tonight wasn't that bad," she said as she gave him a peck on the check. She went inside and smiled to herself when she saw the rose he'd given her again.
"So, little Bon-Bon has finally found someone that dates losers," sneered Connie.
"Maybe it's a pity date. After all, when could Bonnie ever land a rich guy," laughed Lonnie.
Bonnie stormed off to her room without a word.