"What am I going to do KP?" Ron sat with his head in his hands, elbows planted firmly on the Possible's kitchen table. "I mean, I love her KP. I'm not even worried about what he could do to me. But what if he sends her off to some school far away from here? Then I'd never see her again and I don't think I could live with that." Ron looked up, his eyes pleading, beseeching his best friend to help him.

Kim sighed as she sat down beside her best friend. Ron had called her right after getting home and they had talked about it for hours, late into the night. Now it was morning, and Ron was still panicked. Kim was just glad it was Saturday, because she had never seen Ron like this before. The rest of the family had already left them alone, taking their food elsewhere, except for Rufus, who sat on the table, ignoring the rest of the food sitting there, a monumental feat for the little naked mole rat.

Kim placed a comforting hand on Ron's shoulder. "Ron, it's going to be all right, I promise you. So Mr. Rockwaller is a... bit of an ogre, but I'm sure you and Bonnie could work something out. It's not like he can watch you two all the time, not if he takes all those trips that you say he does. And Bonnie's sisters are at college most of the time, so they won't be able to rat you out."

Ron looked down at the table, his tone and posture inconsolable. "KP, it's not just that." He bit his lip, tears leaking free. "What if... what if he's right?"

Kim jerked back slightly, shocked. "What?"

Ron turned to face her, still biting his lip. "What if he's right? I mean, my grades suck. I don't have any goals. I like just coasting through school. I never wanted to work on schoolwork when I could be playing video games or whatever, not like you. What would that mean for any relationship with Bonnie after school is over. I mean, I wouldn't be able to get into a good college, not like Bonnie, and then we would be apart and she'd find someone else. And even if I did go there with her, work in a restaurant or something, what could I really offer Bonnie if she's going to be a lawyer or a doctor and I'm making nacos at Bueno Nacho or stocking shelves at Smarty Mart?" Ron sniffled, looking away from Kim. "Maybe... maybe it's for the best that it ended now."

Kim closed her eyes briefly, clenching her fists and gritting her teeth, but it didn't help. "That's bullshit."

Ron's head shot up at Kim's use of profanity, something that was exceedingly rare. "Huh?"

"Ron, you and Bonnie love each other. I don't understand it, but the two of you have been happier than I've seen in a long time, especially Bonnie, and now you two are thinking of breaking up because her father is an arrogant SOB? I don't think so."

Kim was on her feet now, pacing in front of the table, Ron and Rufus' eyes glued to her. "And as for not having goals, not everyone has their future planned out by the time they're ten. I may work for all my grades, but even I'm not sure what I want to study in college or what I want to do when I'm an adult. You have plenty of time to boost your grades and decide what you want to do. It's not HIS decision that you have to have your entire future planned just to date his daughter. That is so not right."

Kim planted her hands on the table, even as Kim's folks came back into the kitchen, drawn by the raised voices. "And if Mr. Rockwaller thinks he can threaten YOU, my best friend, just because you want to see Bonnie, he's got anouther thing coming. Nobody messes with my friends, and if they do... well, I'm sure Wade could dig up some interesting facts about our good Mr. Rockwaller."

Andrea Possible gasped, but it was her husband who rebuked their daughter. "Kimmie-cub!"

Kim turned to face her parents, but didn't seem admonished in the least. "I'm sorry Mom, Dad, but if even half what Ron says is true about how he and his parents were treated at dinner last night, he deserves a swift kick in the butt... or maybe just wait for him to turn around and then kick him."

The Tweebs, who had stuck there head through the door to see what the ruckus was, laughed loudly, though they disappeared quickly when their mother turned to give them a look. But when she turned to put her glare onto her daughter, Kim stood defiantly, crossing her arms in front of her. Finally, Andrea gave up with a sigh. "All right, so I talked with Ron's mother and the guy is an idiot. That still doesn't give you the right to put Wade onto finding ways to blackmail him or whatever you were suggesting."

At the word blackmail, Kim's posture softened. "I wasn't suggesting blackmail... exactly. Just something to get him to leave Ron and Bonnie alone."

Andrea stepped forward and hugged her daughter. "I understand, and I appreciate your loyalty to your friends. But this really is something that should be settled between Ron, Bonnie, and their families. And I can't believe Bonnie's mother supports what her husband is doing?"

When the gazes shifted to Ron, the young blond answered them. "I don't think she does. I doubt she'd have invited us over if she knew what was going to happen. I just think... it probably got away from her or something."

Andrea nodded quickly. "Still, I should probably talk to her, find out what exactly is all going on."

Kim smirked at her mother's statement. "What happened to leaving it up to them to figure it out?"

Andrea gave her daughter a look that slid the smirk right off Kim's face. "I'm just going to get all the facts so that we can make an informed decision about how to proceed." Andrea's expression softened and she turned her attention to Ron. "Why don't the two of you get out of here for a little bit. Try to have some fun. It might help the situation to take your mind off the problem for a little while."

With her parents leaving the room, Kim turned back to Ron, considering her mother's words. She smiled when an idea came to her. "She's right, it might be good to get out and have some fun."

Ron just shook his head, groaning slightly. "I doubt I'd be much fun today KP. Maybe I should just go home."

"Not yet Ron. I think I might have a way to make you and Bonnie a little happier." Kim smirked as she made her way over to the telephone. "I just have to place one call first."

"I can't believe him!" Bonnie stomped in front of Tara's bed, her feet thudding pretty loudly on the carpeted floor. "I mean, where does he get off telling me who I can and cannot date. He's not even here most of the time, always off on business trips and whatnot. And he finally takes an interest in my life, and he tells me what to do. I'm sixteen years old God dammit, he can't treat me this way."

Tara just sat on the bed, letting Bonnie vent out her frustrations. "You're right."

"I know I'm right." Bonnie's arms were flailing now as she was making her point. "And my mother... she does this all behind my back, inviting all of them over for dinner just so my father could ambush them like that and ruin the best thing in my life."

"I don't think your mother would..."

"No, of course not, not my mother. Of course she had the best of intentions." Bonnie's sarcastic tone easily conveyed the fact that she didn't believe it for a moment. "But did she do or say anything while my father was insulting Mr. And Mrs. Stoppable? Or when he was tearing into Ron? No, she just sat back like she always does, not wanting to get in the way of my father. She might as well have doormat tattooed on her butt."

Tara took that moment to rise to her feet, grabbing a hold of Bonnie. "Come on now, you know that's not fair to your mother."

"Maybe not, but it's true." Bonnie breathed out deeply, feeling the emotions warring within her. "I just... I just don't know what I would do without Ron in my life, you know? I just love him so much and I've been so happy since we started going out." Bonnie looked up at Tara, tears in her eyes. "I can't lose him T, I just can't."

Tara pulled her friend into a hug as Bonnie broke down into tears. "I know, I know. We'll find something, I promise. Heck, Ron's probably already talked to Kim and she's whipping up some plan right this moment."

Bonnie sniffled into Tara's blouse. "Maybe she can get her hacker to do something. I don't know, maybe have his license revoked or something, or maybe have all his flights canceled when he's gone on his next trip so he can never get home."

"Bonnie, you don't mean that."

"You're right." Bonnie sniffled then giggled. "Maybe she can have Wade inform her villains that he has some secret new weapon or something they'd all want."

Tara giggled as well, somewhat relieved. "Well you must be feeling better if you're making jokes."

"Not really. I just... if I don't laugh, I'm just going to keep crying." Bonnie's voice dropped to a whisper, pulling her head back from Tara. "Ron taught me that."

"We'll find some way to make this work for you two, I promise."

Bonnie smiled faintly at her friend. "Thanks Tara. I know this isn't the best problem in the world to bring to you, considering everything, but I don't know how I'd get through this without my best friend."

Tara was about to respond further when she heard her cellphone going off. Reluctantly she looked at the screen, but smiled brightly when she saw who it was. Turning it on, Tara's tone was a lot lighter. "Kim, how are you?... uh huh... uh huh..." Tara smiled widened as she looked up into the curious face of Bonnie. "That sounds like a great idea. We'll meet you there in about an hour."

Bonnie waited expectantly until Tara was off the phone. "So what did Kim say? Has she already got a plan worked out or something?"

Tara shook her head. "Nothing permanent, but she does have a plan for today at least."

Bonnie crossed her arms in front of her, glaring. "Tara, I'm not in the mood for guessing games or twenty questions. Spill already."

Tara smiled brightly. "How would you like to go play mini-golf today?"

Bonnie stared silently at her friend for a few moments, waiting for the punchline. "That's it? How is that a plan?"

"Well... if the two of us, as friends, happen to go and play mini-golf at the same time Kim and Ron, as friends, go to play mini-golf, and we just happen to bump into each other... in a group..."

Bonnie was quick to smile as she grasped the plan. "And if you and Kim just happened to want to hang out, it would be rude for Ron and I to just dump our friends while we're all having fun, so we should stick around, as a group..."

"Precisely. Not exactly a date when you've got two friends with you who aren't dating."

Bonnie was smiling brightly but that faded as a terrible thought crossed her mind. "I can't believe you told them an hour, I'm a horrible mess. I don't have any of my outing outfits here and I've been crying. I can't go out in public like this. I can't see Ron like this, while I'm looking so horrible."

Tara clamped her hands onto her friends shoulders. "Bonnie, calm down. You know I've got stuff here you can use. Now go grab a shower while I find something for you to wear and then we can go meet up with Kim and that boyfriend of yours."

Bonnie hugged Tara tightly before dashing to the washroom. "Thank you so much T!"

Tara sighed as she looked through her closet, trying to find an outfit that Bonnie would approve of. "The things we do for our friends."

"I still think you cheated somehow Ron." Tara slid past him as he held open the doors to Bueno Nacho. "I mean, no one could have made that shot, not in a million years."

Ron shook his head as the last of the ladies went through. "I'm telling you Tara, the Ron-man has the mad skills on the mini-putt course. Besides, it got us a free game anytime we want, didn't it?"

Tara grumbled silently as the four teens stepped into line. After a quick glance around the restaurant, Bonnie and Ron both reached over, holding each others hands. The blond saw this, sighing softly.

Kim moved closer to Tara, so that she could whisper in her friend's ear. "Still hurts a bit, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, but... they're so happy and good together."

Kim nodded, patting Tara on the shoulder briefly. "You're a really good friend, you know that? How many people would help out a friend who is dating a guy they like? Especially if it gave them a shot at that same guy."

"Don't remind me."

The foursome stepped up to the counter, glancing only briefly at the rather large man behind the counter, definitely in his twenties, and a good candidate for keeping kids in school. Bonnie stepped forward before the others could say anything. "Lunch is on me guys."

Ron smiled as he wrapped his arm around his girlfriend. "Sweet. After mini-golf, I didn't have much money left."

The four quickly placed their orders and stood off to the side, waiting for their food. Ron took the opportunity to talk to Bonnie. "Bonnie... do you you think your Dad might be right?"

Bonnie glared sharply at her boyfriend. "What? You mean you never want to see me again?"

Ron's eyes went wide and he raised his hands quickly in front of him. "No no, nothing like that. I love you, you know that. But I mean... about that other stuff, like goals and grades and stuff."

Bonnie relaxed slightly, squeezing Ron's hand. "I can't say I wouldn't be happier to see you get better grades, but I love you, even when you goof off and drive me crazy. That's what's important to me."

Ron looked down at the floor briefly before looking up to meet Bonnie's eyes. "Still, maybe I could get a job or something, so I at least have money to treat you right if we're going to go against your father."

"Maybe..."

"Stoppable!" Four heads turned to see Ned approaching them, waving an envelope in the air. "I've been meaning to give you this. It's from the boys in corporate."

Ron took the envelope from Ned, looking at it curiously. Kim glanced over his shoulder, reading it aloud. "Naco royalties check?"

Ron looked up with a faraway look in his eyes. "Ahh yes, the naco. My wondrous and historic..."

Bonnie clamped a hand over his mouth with a grin. "We all know you invented the naco Ron, I mentioned it to my father last night. Just open the check and see how much it's for."

Glancing at the girls around him, he tore the end off the envelope and pulled out the check. For a moment, he looked over the check casually, then his eyes went wider than Kim or Bonnie had ever seen them get. They could see Ron's breathing getting heavy, and started to get concerned.

Ron wasn't sure if he could get his brain to comprehend the exact number he was seeing written on the check. "I... it's... it's for...na... na... na... na...nine..."

Unable to stand the suspense for anouther moment, Kim and Bonnie both looked over his shoulder to see the number and were stunned almost as badly as Ron was. For the first time in their lives, Kim and Bonnie were of completely the same mind, issuing their statement at the same time. "Ninety-nine million dollars!"

Author's Notes – Next... Ron's a millionaire, but how does this change the situation? And how does John Rockwaller react when he finds out?