This is random, I tell you. Remember in Chapter 1 (or two…it's named "Two Years"), when Cindy was discussing the days after Jimmy's departure? Well, here they are. The voicemails, emails, letters, phone calls.
Nothing is secret anymore.
Disclaimer: No ownage over anything…sadly.
dear sweetheart
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DAY ONE:
To: greeneyedgoddess
From: brainblast801
Subject: Please.
Cindy, I'm sorry. I know you weren't expecting to move (and I wasn't expecting, well you know) but ignoring me isn't the way to go. I know you. You aren't going to give up anytime soon.
Which is why you need to STOP THIS BEFORE IT GETS OUT OF HAND.
Please?
- Jimmy Neutron.
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To: greeneyedgoddess
From: brainblast801
Subject: Please, please?
Cindy…I forgot to tell you something. You know that sweatshirt you left in my lab a few weeks ago?
Well, I hid it. And you're not getting it back until you call/email/text me. I'm serious.
You know how pathetic I feel right now, holding your sweatshirt hostage until you contact me? You must feel so flattered right now.
Also, tell Nick that if he takes you to the Homecoming Dance (because I know you, Cindy!), he better keep his slimy hands to himself.
I'm serious.
- Jimmy Neutron.
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To: greeneyedgoddess
From: brainblast801
Subject: You've got to be kidding me.
I'm sick of this. I'm going to call you now. And you better answer.
Also, I talked to Libby and she said that you're not even mad but you're just being stubborn. Is that true? Because if it is, I might just have to leave Chicago and come back there. I think I'd rather you be mad at me than just you ignoring me because of your stupid pride.
C'mon, Vortex. For me?
- Jimmy Neutron.
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Jimmy Neutron calling…
Ignore.
BEEP! One missed call; Jimmy Neutron at 10:23 a.m. on March 16th, 2008.
Heya, this is Cindy Vortex's phone! I didn't answer because I don't like you, so you probably shouldn't call me back. But leave a message anyways!
BEEP.
"Cindy, call me back. I'm on my way to Chicago right now and I saw something and it reminds me of you. I can't tell you what it is unless you call me back, so…"
BEEP.
…
Jimmy Neutron calling…
Ignore.
BEEP! One missed call; Jimmy Neutron at 12:47 p.m. on March 16th, 2008.
Heya, this is Cindy Vortex's phone! I didn't answer because I don't like you, so you probably shouldn't call me back. But leave a message anyways!
BEEP.
"Okay, I'll tell you. It was a dog that looked just like Humphrey. Seriously. They looked like twins. Maybe they are. Um, yeah, well…call me back."
BEEP.
…
Jimmy Neutron calling…
Ignore.
BEEP! One missed call; Jimmy Neutron at 3:04 p.m. on March 16th, 2008.
Heya, this is Cindy Vortex's phone! I didn't answer because I don't like you, so you probably shouldn't call me back. But leave a message anyways!
BEEP.
"Cindy Vortex. Call me back. This is SUPER important."
BEEP.
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Jimmy Neutron calling…
Ignore.
BEEP! One missed call; Jimmy Neutron at 6:56 p.m. on March 16th, 2008.
Heya, this is Cindy Vortex's phone! I didn't answer because I don't like you, so you probably shouldn't call me back. But leave a message anyways!
BEEP.
"I'm in Chicago, finally. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. Really. And…I miss you. I really wish I didn't move. Oh, and also…CALL ME BACK."
BEEP.
…
Jimmy Neutron calling…
Ignore.
BEEP! One missed call; Jimmy Neutron at 9:14 p.m. on March 16th, 2008.
…
Jimmy Neutron calling…
Ignore.
BEEP! One missed call; Jimmy Neutron at 11:59 p.m. on March 16th, 2008.
…
Maybe now he gets the hint.
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DAY TWO:
To: greeneyedgoddess
From: brainblast801
Subject: another day, and you're still ignoring me.
Now I'm a little annoyed. But I've decided that I guess I can give you time, because it's only been two days. I suppose I would be mad too, if I were you. I guess I can't put any blame on you.
But when you're not mad anymore, please inform me. Thanks.
- Jimmy Neutron.
To: greeneyedgoddess
From: brainblast801
Subject: Wait.
I forgot to tell you that I'm sorry, again. And I know I'm probably coming off really desperate and lame, but a girl can do that to a guy, I guess.
I'm being subtle about something here. I hope you get the hint.
- Jimmy Neutron.
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DAY THREE:
Dear Cindy,
I decided that since my emails/phone calls/voicemails aren't bringing me any luck at all. You're still not talking to me. I just really hope you change your mind, soon. I start school here tomorrow and I won't have as much time to constantly try to keep and touch with you.
In fact, my parents are taking my computer away soon because they want to get me a laptop (finally). So I won't be able to email you at all for a few weeks. But I guess that doesn't matter anyways, considering you aren't even responding.
Listen, Cindy…I didn't mean to ever hurt or offend you. I was seriously shocked, that day when you told me that, and I know I should have stopped you. I'm sorry. And yes, I do remember you always telling me that sorry never changes anything, but even you can change your mind, Vortex.
Just know that I'm not completely emotionless, like you think. I really (and I mean really) need to tell you something, but I don't want to put it in a letter/email/voicemail, because it's sort of private and I don't want anyone else to hear it. It's for your ears only.
So if you ever get the chance, call me.
Because I miss you.
Love,
Jimmy.
He put "love". Swoon!
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DAY FOUR:
Jimmy Neutron calling…
RING. RING. RING. RING.
BEEP! One missed call; Jimmy Neutron at 2:43 on March 19th, 2008.
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Jimmy Neutron calling…
RING. RING. RING. RING.
BEEP! One missed call; Jimmy Neutron at 5:09 on March 19th, 2008.
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Jimmy Neutron calling…
RING. RING. RING. RING.
BEEP! One missed call; Jimmy Neutron at 8:33 on March 19th, 2008.
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DAY FIVE:
Libby Folfax calling…
RING. RING. RING. RING.
BEEP! One missed call; Libby Folfax at 9:28 on March 20th, 2008.
Heya, this is Cindy Vortex's phone! I didn't answer because I don't like you, so you probably shouldn't call me back. But leave a message anyways!
BEEP.
"Hey, Cindy. It's Libby. Jimmy called me a little bit ago and he wants me to tell you to FUCKING CALL HIM. You heard me. He's tired of this and so am I! Or you can just email him, write him a letter, whatever. I'm pretty sure he'd rather hear your wrath than receive the cold shoulder from hundreds of miles away. He misses you, sweetie."
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DAY SIX:
Jimmy Neutron calling…
RING. RING. RING. RING.
BEEP! One missed call; Jimmy Neutron at 11:57 a.m. on March 21st, 2008.
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DAY SEVEN:
No missed calls.
No incoming calls.
Voicemail empty.
INBOX OF greeneyedgoddess
March 22nd, 2008. No new emails.
What. The. Hell.
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DAY…?:
To: brainblast801
From: greeneyedgoddess
Subject: Um, hi.
Okay, I'm lame. I admit it. I know you called me like a bazillion times and I probably shouldn't have ignored you, and I'm sorry. Okay? Get it now? I'm SORRY.
But I mean, you're not completely innocent, either, Neutron. This is partly your fault. I mean, if you wouldn't have moved, none of this would be happening right now. You'd still be here and everything would be TOTALLY FINE. But no. You're gone and I know I told you that I uhm, loved you and all, and I'm just wondering how you feel.
Because it might totally kill me if you don't like just TELL ME IF YOU LOVE ME BACK OR NOT. I'm not asking for a heartfelt love confession or any crap like that. I don't read minds, Neutron. But I'm sure with your genius ways and wonderful inventions, you can probably read mine.
SO EMAIL ME BACK, BEFORE I KILL SHEEN.
Love (that word just makes me SICK, you know?),
Cindy Vortex.
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To: brainblast801
From: greeneyedgoddess
Subject: What. The. Hell. Neutron.
It's been a week. And I TOLD myself I wouldn't be obsessive (even though I've checked my email like every hour since I emailed you) about this, but I'm going insane. And Sheen is going to die, soon. I promise you that.
How hard is it to send me a DAMN email?! I don't like yelling at you when you're not in front of me because then I don't get the satisfaction of the fact that you can't run away. Because I would catch you. HA.
So now it's like you dropped off the face of the earth, and I just wish that none of this had happened and everything was back to normal because come on, Jimmy. I'm not happy and you're not happy (because I say you're not. And if you are happy, I will come up to Chicago myself and kick your happy ass, got it?), so just stop the games.
I'm sorry (again), if that helps any. I really mean it.
But you shouldn't be such an asshole.
Not-So-Love-Anymore,
Cindy Vortex.
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APRIL 7TH:
Hey, you've reached the number of Jimmy Neutron. I'm not able to come of the phone right now, so please leave a message.
BEEP.
"You're lame, Neutron. Really. You haven't emailed me back, and it sucks that I have to resort to CALLING YOU. And you know what? You don't even answer. And I just know you won't call me back, but just in case; I'M SORRY AND I MISS YOU. Is that enough for your big stupid brain to handle?"
BEEP.
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