Disclaimer: I don't own Jimmy Neutron.

April 29, 2006

Dear Diary,

I can't believe I'm thirteen years old already. It only seems like yesterday that Jimmy and I were on our first date. We've been a couple for one whole year already, much to my mother's dismay. She hates seeing us together.

"You could do so much better," she'll tell me… "Why aren't you dating that new, wealthy boy that just moved in next door to us?" she'll ask.

She doesn't even understand how I feel about him. He's the only one that makes me happy…the only one that makes my life worth living.

The other day, we had our first romantic encounter in weeks. It was a typical exploration on that same island we had become stranded on a few years ago—why, I haven't a clue. It wasn't exactly a 'date', but it wasn't all business either. I was wearing one of the few two-piece swimsuits I owned underneath my usual halter and pants. Jimmy was unfortunately, in his regular clothes. He wasn't in any mood for swimming, much less getting a tan—originally we were there for research purposes only. He wanted to know what other kinds of life existed on the island, mainly due to the fact that there were many extinct animals that as we knew of throughout the world, are gone. And because the island has not been claimed or even known to anyone but Jimmy and my other friends, it was fair game to say that anything could be on the island, other than what we've already seen.

After what seemed like hours of searching, Jimmy wasn't able to find anything different about this island that any other well-known island didn't already have. I started wondering why I even went with him at that point, considering that we accomplished absolutely nothing except for the fact that I was bored out of my mind searching for what I never really felt existed. But that was Jimmy for you—he was always determined to find whatever he came to find, whether it be a planet or an uncharted island. I decided that I would accomplish my one goal of having one of the best tans ever, so I grabbed a towel out of the hovercar, placing it under a nearby palm tree overlooking the ocean. There was nothing else like it in the world—fresh, warm air, a clear sky, and miles of scenery to take in, all within my reach. Oh, how I wish Libby could have been with me to see it all.

Jimmy and I had another one of our usual fights that afternoon. I had only been in the sun for five minutes when he was blocking my view of it, saying that we should still be looking for anything unusual. It's an island for crying out loud—there wasn't anything unusual than what we already saw. The bickering resumed with how Jimmy felt I never took his explorations serious enough—that I always put fun before work. He didn't seem to realize that he was always putting work before play—it was the weekend, after all and we were not assigned this by our science teacher. He found more ways to screw up a perfectly decent weekend than anyone else I knew, and over the years it still never ceases to amaze me as to how annoying that is.

This continued back and forth until the sun began to set overhead. That's when the magical moment occurred. I was angrily picking my things up and throwing them into the hovercraft so we could head home, when he noticed me—not noticing as in, my presence, but noticing as in totally checking me out! He was eying my two-piece that I happened to be wearing, which I found to be totally adorable. And what was even more surprising was that he told me I looked cute in it—Jimmy Neutron actually told me of all people that I looked cute!

He then apologized to me for having acted like a jerk and ruining my day…which immediately made me feel guilty because it was more his day than mine. I also came to the realization that there were times I never took the things he wanted to do very seriously, and I ended up apologizing for my behavior as well. He then asked me if I wanted to stay with him to watch the sun set—just like we had when we were stranded several years before. You know I had to say yes to that, and I was so glad I did. Once we set the towel back on the sand, we scooted really close to each other and he held my hand! I felt tingly all over. A few minutes later, I felt him put his arm around my waist, which was something he hadn't done in awhile…the last time I even remember him doing that was oh, so long ago, at the last movie we had went to see at the theater.

The best part of the night was when he looked into my eyes and told me that he 'thinks he might be in love with me'. This came out of the blue—for no reason whatsoever, Jimmy almost confesses the three words I have desperately wanted to hear come out of his mouth…but thinking you're in love with someone and actually being in love are two different things. I can only hope that one day, he will actually just come out and tell me…but then again I've always came close to telling him how I felt when something always seemed to get in the way.

That wasn't all that happened though. It's rare when Jimmy and I are alone, sharing our feelings, but even rarer when Jimmy starts telling me some of the sweetest things any boy has ever shared with me in my life. I will only share one of them in my diary, however, seeing as how my mother tries to get a hold of this to read what's going on in my life sometimes when I'm not looking. Besides that, there are just some things you shouldn't write down anyway—if this diary were to fall into anyone else's hands besides my mother's, who knows what might occur?

Basically, one of the sweetest things he told me was about my skin. When he was rubbing my arms to keep me warm he told me that I didn't even really need a tan to look nice—my skin was already perfect. I giggled at the thought of this, when he looked into my eyes and I looked into his. We shared one of the most romantic kisses one could ever imagine that night. I really hope my mother doesn't read this part…but we didn't just share one kiss that night. We were kind of…sort of…making out. But believe me…it wasn't anything like those passionate romantic scenes you'd watch on a soap opera—nothing like that. I can't even get into that—at least, not now anyway. Jimmy and I had always wanted to know what it would be like, and he actually knew how to kiss me.

I guess these are some of the reasons why I like him so much…he's not perverted and stuck up like other boys. He's too logical for that, I would think anyway, being a genius and all. Jimmy has a kind heart, and when he's not acting like the big-headed jerk he can be at times, he can be very romantic, loving, and caring.

Ooh! My phone is ringing—it's Jimmy! He said he'd call me the second he was finished in the lab—I can't believe he actually remembered to, for once.