Ronald's diner

chapter 9

I.

"Ronald, time to wake up." Bonnie said as she slowly opened the door to his bedroom. "Ronald?"

Opening the door all the way, Bonnie was surprised to see Ronald's bed was empty.

"Ronald." She called again.

"Yes?" Ronald answered as he opened the door to the bathroom, revealing him in just a towel wrapped around his waist. "What's up, Bonnie?"

"Oh, I see you're already up and about. I was just making sure you were awake." Bonnie said with a slight blush as her gaze lingered slightly at Ronald.

"Yep, I'm feeling at least three times better than I did yesterday. I think rest and some of Tara's soup helped." But then Ronald turned his gaze towards Bonnie. "But how are you feeling?"

"I feel fine," Bonnie answered, "I wasn't the one that was sick."

"True, you tore through a lot of bad memories last night, more than I would have liked to have remembered. So how are you feeling after that?"

"I feel fine." Bonnie stone walled.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Now let me pass you so I can take a shower." Bonnie said angrily as she walked past Ronald and into the bathroom.

Three quarters of an hour later, and after a fairly quiet breakfast, Ronald and Bonnie piled in to his car for the commute to work.

"Sorry I upset you." Ronald apologized as they rode to the diner.

"Don't worry about it." Bonnie said flatly.

"Why shouldn't I? I'm your friend and I'm worried about you after what you told me of you past."

"Key word there, PAST." Bonnie said, putting emphasis on the last word.

"Bonnie I…"

"Ronald, I know what you're going to say, and I don't want to hear it, ok?" Bonnie said as she cut off Ronald, "I did a lot of things I'm not proud of and don't want to think about, and I only mentioned them in front of two of my really close friends. But I don't want to keep bringing them up, ok?"

However, as much as Bonnie wanted to simply forget the past, a lot of times, the past has a nasty habit of rearing his ugly head when you don't want it to.

As they pulled up to the diner, Bonnie was the first to notice the pictures that were posted on the door of the diner. They were all of her, and they were all naked poses, pictures she had done in a men's magazine photo shoot a year ago. Rushing to the door, she quickly began to tear them down. Having pulled down all the one's in sight she stepped back from the door to look to see if she had missed any, that's when she caught Ronald staring at a picture he held in his hand.

"I didn't know you had a freckle there." He commented absently.

"Ronald, please." Bonnie pleaded as she reached for the picture. "That is a part of my life I'm not proud of. Please, let me throw those away."

"No." Ronald said much to Bonnie's surprise. "We're not going to throw them away. If they bother you that much, then we'll burn them. That way, no one else can get ahold of them." Ronald said as he crumbled the picture in his hand.

"Thank you, Ronald." Bonnie said softly.

"Hey, no big. Just want to make sure my friend knows that I've got her back."

II.

Later that day Mr. Graves arrived to assess the value of Ronald's property.

"Hello, Mr. Graves."