A/N: Ok, today is my B-day and I HAD to put this up!!!! Read if you love me!!!
I don't own Jimmy Neutron. I didn't get him as a birthday present either. Crosses arms and scowls I don't own Where the Red Fern Grows either! My parents REALLY hate me this year!!!
"I told you, Vortex, there's no such thing as a plant that grows between two people that are in love! Who would stay in one place long enough for botany to grow anyway? It's stupid, like you!" James growled at the blonde inferno standing nose-to-nose, fighting with him.
"I'm not stupid! And I didn't say it existed! I said it was an extremely romantic idea!! And, for a Red Fern to grow, you have to be dead and buried next to the one you love!" Cyn fought back, emeralds ablaze. She held the Children's novel up to her face, a page book–marked by her index finger,
James gendered at the work of fiction. Where the Red Fern Grows smiled back at him from its colorful cover. "Wilson Rawls" was emblazoned in smaller print under the title, indicating the name of the author.
"There's no such thing as love! It's Just two people that have a mutual attraction for one another. And, if love really existed," he continued, "what are the chances of actually finding that one person you are specifically "made for"?" James continued, putting finger-quotes around the last two words. Cyn was taken aback, her defenses down, she gaped.
"You see? Even you don't know," James finished in a softer voice as he walked past Cyn and sat in his lab chair; a light blue seat upon a tire with a keyboard suspended in midair above the lap.
James couldn't believe Miss Fowl had paired him with Cyn! The bird had been in one of her rare "Torture James and Cyn" moods, like the day she had paired the dreadful duo together for the oceanography project. The truth was, as James learned later, that Oleander and Emily had broken up earlier that day. Naturally, Miss Fowl learned about it the moment it happened through the "Lindbergh Grapevine," but decided to disregard it. In a deceitful mood, Miss Fowl made an evil decision for both parties of James and Cyn as well as Oleander and Emily. James would, in both the cases of the current book report and the former oceanography project, rather have had Oleander as a partner, but didn't get his wish. In his current situation, however, Miss Fowl had chosen partners for the book report on the famous Where the Red Fern Grows.
"You're right," Cyn said, defeated. James did a double take. He'd never heard Cyn audibly admit another's vanquish over herself.
"You're right; I don't know the probabilities of something like that. But, maybe if you just believed," Cyn let out a sigh. She looked pleadingly into James' hard, indigo orbs. "Maybe if you could close your eyes to the discernible and gaze upon the unseen. Maybe then you could see what the rest of the world in love sees." Cyn crossed her fingers, hoping for the best.
"There's no such thing as love and you know it. Get out of my lab. I can do the report myself; I don't need your help," James said levelly, his mouth forming a thin line and his brow set unbreakable above his scowl. Cyn's expression of compassion and pleading turned rapidly into one of anger and maliciousness.
"You're just angry because that bitch Betty Quinlan is going out with Nick Dean and not you!" And, with that, Cyn stormed out of the lab in a thunder of rage.
Ugh! I can't believe her! She's gone overboard this time! This has nothing to do with Betty Quinlan! James' teeth rubbed together at the name. I'm not jealous, honest.
James rose solemnly from the chair and began to walk absentmindedly around the lab. His big brain at work thinking devious thoughts.
Cyn will pay! She'll learn never to mess with a Neutron after I'm done with her! Ha! She won't cross my path in FEAR after I'm done with her! James laughed aloud. It was a most evil laugh that chilled even the young genius to the bone.
Note to self; don't do that again.
"Vox, does an internet check on reasons for insanity. I think Miss Vortex should have a legitimate reason for lunacy to tell her therapist. It's only fair," James said, cruel smile still placid on his face.
"Information found, James," said the disembodied voice.
"Thank you, Vox. Now, find the most effective form of insanity."
"The most effective form of insanity would be Paranoid Schizophrenia," Vox cleared.
"Hearing voices, eh? Kinky. So kinky that it just might work," James said as he made his way over to the design table.
The malevolent sounds of hammers, wrenches, chemical explosions, and scratching of pencils onto paper filled the lab for the next three hours. At long last James stretched his eleven year old body by reaching his hands into the air and, from there, bending down to touch his toes. The metal clink of Goddard alerted James of the mechanical dog's approach.
"Hey boy," James said as he pet Goddard's metal-plated head.
"Bark, bark," sang Goddard in his metallic voice.
"I've just finished my latest invention! It works by causing friction due to radiation. The friction causes every brain cell in your mind to begin talking. I took the Electrolife's design and the blue-prints from the Neutron Esephylo Synthesizer and fused them together. Instead of making music audible to another's ear, however, the Neutron Psychosis Inducer makes the sound come from within." Goddard whined.
"Basically, it makes you hear voices. The amount of voices varies depending on one's mood. For example, if you were extremely angry it would be as though you were walking through a crowd of 15,000 people, each trying to tell you something different. Yet, if you are calm and serene you would only hear one to two voices at a time," James finished proudly. Again, Goddard whined.
"Aw, boy," James said sympathetically, "I'll only use it on Cyn for a few days. After that I'll remove her from herself, which is punishment enough, and she'll be back to normal again. I promise, nothing will go wrong."
The statement echoed in Goddard's ears:
Nothing will go wrong…
Nothing will go wrong…
Nothing will go wrong…
GTV arose out of Goddard's chest with a message. A message to no one in particular.
I have a bad feeling about this…
A/N: Review if you 3 me!... Or if you like the story...
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