"I can't believe you would blow off our dinner to go to a lame concert. With Kim!"

Ron winced as he felt his secret girlfriend's wrath coming down on him. He knew this wasn't going to be good, almost the second he told Kim he'd love to go with her to see the O' Boyz live.

Ron couldn't believe just how much he loved listening to his newest CD. The O' Boyz were just amazing. All the way down the road to Kim's house, he had been rocking to the music, practicing the dance moves he had seen on their video just the other night. When he got to his friend's house, he didn't even pause. He saw Kim and her mom sitting in the kitchen, and he just slid right in.

"The O'Boyz rock my world!"

Ron started grooving to the beat, and looked over at Kim to see if she was watching him. She didn't seem all that interested. In fact, she looked a little embarressed, but that didn't bother him. Of course, that was when his eyes locked onto the two little pieces of paper on the table, and his eyes widened in delight.

"O'Boyz ticks... KP..." Ron could feel the energy, grooving quickly to the beat as he thought of the prospect of seeing them live. "This is awesome!"

He couldn't help himself. Ron was so amped. Finally, Kim grabbed his arms, stopping his dancing routine and calmly looking him in the eyes. "Ron, do you want to go to the concert with me?"

Ron actually giggled like a schoolgirl. "Oh man KP, this rocks! I can't believe we're going to see them live... and in person!"

Kim groaned slightly, but smiled. "Sure, it will be a blast. Just remeber to be here tomorrow at six so we can get to the concert in time."

"Oh yeah KP, this... um... tomorrow?"

Kim frowned slightly as she watched Ron's face fall. "What's the matter? One second you're completely stoked, the next you look like the Tweebs launched Rufus into orbit. What's wrong?"

Ron's hand moved to the back of his neck, rubbing slightly. "Nothing's wrong, I just... I have to go home quick before we hang out tonight, all right?"

Kim gave him a curious look, but nodded slowly. "All right Ron, whatever you say. Just remember that dinner will be ready in an hour."

Ron nodded, smiling again. "No worries KP, you know the Ronman would never turn down a Possible home cooked meal.

That had been twenty minutes ago, and Ron knew that worries for him were just starting. "I'm really, REALLY sorry, but I told Kim I'd go before realizing what day it was. I didn't think the tickets would be for tomorrow night."

"Sure you didn't. Of course, spending time with your 'friend' doesn't factor into the equation at all, does it?"

Ron gave Bonnie a weird look. "What does spending time with Kim mean about anything? KP and me have been friends for years."

Bonnie gave Ron a sneer. "Sure, you two are just such good 'friends'. You even have your regular little date night every Friday, don't you?"

Ron couldn't believe just how weird this conversation had turned. He had expected some anger, but from what Bonnie was implying...

"Bonnie... do you think... me and Kim? Noooo, no way. Me and Kim have been best buds for years but... I mean, she's got Josh and I'm dating you. There is..."

"Well you probably won't be dating me for much longer!"

Ron's jaw dropped to the floor, as all he could do was stammer. "But... but Bon..."

"GET OUT!" Bonnie shoved Ron through the open door, her anger evident. "I don't want your loser germs here any more."

Ron was too stunned to protest, and quickly found the door slamming in his face. He could only stare at the door, shocked to the core, at what had just happened. Could it possibly be over, just like that? It seemed impossible that it could have happened. For what seemed an eternity, Ron just stared at the door, not quite believing. His heart felt heavy as he finally took a step back, hoping beyond hope that this was all just some cruel mistake, that Bonnie would open the door again, and everything would be right again in the world.

But after many long moments just staring at the wooden entrance, Ron finally had to admit that it really had happened. His feet dragging, Ron went back to his cycle, and with a heavy heart, made the short drive back to Kim's house.

As soon as the door slammed shut, Bonnie sank against it, her anger fading. She sank to the floor, barely able to believe what she had just done. She felt the tears starting to well in her eyes, but she blinked furiously, cutting them off before they could get free.

She brought her knees up to her chest, gripping them tightly to herself as she tried to make sense of what just happened. Why did I blow up at him like that? He was sorry. Why couldn't I just accept that? Of course, Brick was sorry too, and look how that turned out, with him in the arms of that bitch Candace. He said he was sorry too, but how many times did I find him playing around on me. But Ron would never do anything like that, and it's not like he and Kim would have done anything. I mean, he's not like that. And I had to go and do that to him. Maybe it's not too late...

Bonnie jumped to her feet, looking out the window, hoping that Ron would still be out there. But she was just in time to see him driving down the road.

Bonnie pressed her forehead against the window, allowing the tears to start flowing. Ron had done everything she had asked, yet the second he went to do something else, she had jumped all over him. She knew Ron wasn't like Brick, but she couldn't help reacting like she had. He and Kim had such an easy familiarity between them, it wasn't hard to make that assumption about them, but she knew they hadn't crossed that line. Yet she couldn't help imagining the worst about the situation.

Bonnie dragged herself over to the couch, thankful her sisters weren't here to see her like this. She knew she must look a miserable wreck, but right now she didn't care. She may have just blown her best chance at being happy, and right now, wallowing seemed like a good idea. Ron may not have been the ideal guy physically, but for the first time in a relationship, she didn't feel like a piece of meat, or arm candy. Ron didn't want to be with her to be popular. He didn't care about the status. He wanted to be with her. Even after everything she had put him through, he had actually asked her out, and actually made her feel special. None of the other guys she had ever gone out with had even put a tenth of the effort into their relationship with her that Ron did. That, and he somehow could make her tingle with a single kiss, something no one had ever managed to accomplish before. And now, she may have just destroyed that.

She looked over at the phone, just an arms length away. She knew where Ron would be right now, she could call him up, apologize for over-reacting. That was something she had never considered doing before, but she knew she had to do it for him. Slowly, her arm reached out, anticipating what she would say. But as her fingers grazed the reciever, she froze. Could she call him at Kim's house? That would raise a lot of questions. Kim would wonder why she was calling Ron at her house. Heck, she would wonder why she was calling Ron at all. Was she ready for anyone else to know about her's and Ron's relationship? Her hand pulled back slightly, her lower lip trembling. Bonnie was always the first to acknowledge that she loved being the top dog. The power she wielded was seductive. Would she lose that if people knew about her and Ron? Her hand clutched reflexively, and she closed her eyes, steeling herself. She took several deep breaths, considering her options. Popular and miserable, or happy and ostrasized? It actually took a few moments to consider the possibilities, but in the end, there was only one answer. She had to make the call.

She picked up the reciever, looking down at the numbers. Now that she had made the decision, she was scared. Would Ron even want to talk to her after the way she had treated him? Bonnie didn't know, but she had to take the chance.

The sound of the doorbell scared Bonnie half to death, and the reciever fell to the floor. Hers eyes shot to the front door, and Bonnie was on her feet in an instant. Her thoughts were almost chaotic as she hoped and prayed that Ron had come back, giving her a chance to apologize. She practically flung the door open.

Tara gave a squeek as the door flew open in front of her, and she gasped as she got a good look at her friend. Her hair was in a bit of a tangle, and her eyes were bright red. She could see the trails where tears had streamed down her friend's cheeks. "Bonnie... oh my... are you all right?"

Bonnie got over her disappointment quickly when she didn't find Ron behind the door as she had hoped. "Hey Tara, sorry about that. I'm fine."

Tara didn't believe that for a second, grabbing her friend and hugging her tightly. After a few moments, she pulled away, and practically dragged Bonnie to the couch. "I know there is something seriously wrong, you would never answer the door looking the way you look. Spill!"

Bonnie thought about several different things she could say. She could make up some excuse, she could just tell her best friend the whole truth. But right now, she didn't want to chance her friend hating her for dating the guy she had been crushing on. So instead, she related how her Valentine's date had been by, and they had gotten into a bit of a fight, and there was a good chance that it was over.

Tara, after listening to the story, did all she could to console her friend. She was still a bit miffed that Bonnie wouldn't tell her about her mysterious new guy, or let her meet him, but right now, that didn't matter.

For a few hours, the two just talked, discussing everything but what was bothering Bonnie. Halfway through, the pair had raided the freezer, and made their way up to Bonnie's room with a couple of pints of rocky road ice cream in hand. By the end of the night, Bonnie was feeling better, and her decision to talk to Ron was even more set in her mind. She'd just have to find the right time to talk to him about it. That was when Tara gave her a brilliant idea.

"Hey, we should do something tomorrow night. You know, two girls out on the town. What do you say?"

Bonnie was quick to realize this was the perfect opportunity. She'd be able to get a chance to talk to Ron, and also assure herself that her belief in him was stronger than her fears. She smiled over at her blonde friend, a plan quickly forming. "How about we catch a concert."

Tara glanced around the parking lot, noticing the almost empty lot. "Are we sure we have the right night?"

Bonnie had to concur with that statement. She knew the O'Boyz were done, but still, she had expected at least a few people to show up. This might just put a bit of a crimp in her plans to talk to Ron tonight, especially if it was only the four of them there. Still she knew even that wouldn't stop her at this point. She quickly noted Ron's scooter, parked near the front, and her hopes climbed. He was here, and she didn't care who saw them talking. She would get Ron back, and that's all there was to it. Of course, she would make sure there wasn't anything going on between him and Kim, just for her own peace of mind.

Tara actually perked up when she saw the same scooter. "Do you think Ron's here? Maybe... if you don't mind... maybe I could talk with him. Maybe I won't be so nervous with fewer people around."

Bonnie fought the urge to say something, like 'stay away from my man', but this wasn't the right time to do something like that. Instead, she just nodded her head as they made their way into the arena.

The place was virtually deserted. There didn't seem to be a single seat occupied in the building. She scanned the building, and quickly spotted the unruly blonde mop, as well as a bit of Kim's bright red mane as well.

Tara saw them too, and quickly pulled Bonnie towards them. "Come on, let's go say hi!"

Bonnie froze, now so close. She grabbed Tara, and pulled her into the back row of seats. Tara protested the whole time. "Hey, what's the big idea? Don't you want to get closer to the stage?"

Bonnie shook her head, keeping her eyes locked onto the pair up front. "Not just yet. Let's stay back here for a while, at least until the show starts." Bonnie wanted to wait, just to alleviate her own fears. She didn't think anything would happen, but she had been burned too many times to take that chance, no matter how much it hurt not to just run down there and apologize. She kept her eyes on the pair, keeping one ear to the one-sided conversation Tara was keeping up. She didn't see anything going on, but it was still early. At this point, she just wanted the night to be over, her fears dashed, and Ron back with her. On the bright side, Ron looked about as miserable as she felt, so things looked good from her view.

Kim couldn't help noticing how miserable Ron seemed. Ever since he had gone home Friday night before supper, it seemed as if her friend had been hurt badly. But every time she tried to ask him about it, he wouldn't answer, making up some excuse or anouther. She knew this had to do with his strange disappearances lately, but didn't want to pry. She trusted Ron to tell her the truth in time, but it frustrated her not to know everything that was going on in her best friends life.

Kim placed a comforting hand on Ron's shoulder. "Look, if you don't want to do this..."

"Naww, that's all right KP. I think this might be just what I need to cheer up."

Kim was glad that something might cheer her friend up, though she had been hoping that maybe a change of plans could do the same thing. She didn't really want to be here, but now she knew she would tolerate it, just to help Ron feel better. She smiled as an idea quickly came to mind. "You know Ron, with so few people here, I bet you could get their autographs."

Ron turned to her and smiled. "You really think so?"

"Definitely."

That seemed to perk Ron up. "You know, that's a great idea. I think I'll go try right now. Thanks KP."

Ron rose quickly, and headed for the back stage area. She was glad to have helped her friend out of his doldrums, even if only for a little bit. Now, Kim took the opportunity to sink low into her seat. Just because she wanted to cheer Ron up didn't mean she wanted to be seen here if she could help it.

Bonnie supressed a groan when she saw Ron get up and head for the back. She considered getting up and following him, but she was still a bit nervous about confronting him. Tara continued to gab beside her, and Bonnie was getting impatient waiting for Ron to return.

When the lights dimmed, Bonnie jumped, startled slightly. She glared briefly at the stage, where she could see the four box shapes on stage, but she hardly cared. Her eyes were locked to the side of the stage, wondering what was taking Ron so long. She didn't even pay attention to the announcer as he sounded off each and every O'Boy. Of course, when Tara poked her in the ribs and pointed to the stage, Bonnie was shocked.

"Isn't that Ron on the stage?"

Bonnie's eyes widened as she saw Ron quite clearly. What was he doing there?"

But the time for questions was cut short, as a section of the arena roof suddenly collapsed in front of the stage. Before anyone could respond, four clamp like objects grabbed the capsules holding the O'Boyz, yanking them, and Ron, high into the air, and out through the new skylight.

And just like that, Ron was gone. Tara clung tightly to Bonnie, almost crying, but Bonnie didn't even hear her. All that was running through her mind was that she never had a chance to apologize to Ron.

Author's Notes - Ahh, now this is a good come-back. Drama, tension, and just a touch of action.