This is my first Jindy story so I hope you all like it and I'm sorry if it's to sad, I'm just in a mood. I now nothing about Cancer so if this inaccurate, dont be mad.
August 9th
11:58 a.m.
Are you going to the Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Cindy Vortex sang this one line while making two sandwiches, a turkey with mayonnaise and a peanut butter and jelly on honey wheat. One for her, and one for her picnicking companion.
She smiled as she thought of her companion, a blue-eyed genius who had a big-head in every sense of the word. She always sang this Celtic folksong when she had her mind on Jimmy, and use to think it was weird, back when she was in denial.
Obviously, she's gotten over that now.
She now thought the funny part was the fact that she only knew one; seemingly unimportant lyric, yet she always thought the song had a certain air of romance to it.
It's just one of those things. You can't measure love in tablespoons her grandmother use to say.
While smiling, she picked up the basket of sandwiches and lemonade, kissing her mother on the cheek as she walked out the door.
Retroville Park
12:26 p.m.
Cindy arrived at the park mere seconds before Jimmy, but her date didn't show his face for several minutes, hiding behind a tree and watching her set up their picnic.
He loved the little things about her: the way her arm bent just a little bit more the 90 degrees when she was getting sandwiches, the way she would make his face smell like jasmine whenever she sat in his lap, nestling her head into his chest. What he mostly loved was the way her eyes lit up whenever he came into her vision. Her eyes normally were just spectacular, but whenever he was around they gave emerald city a run for their money.
He hated himself just then, because he was about to make those eyes stop sparling. He was about to make the emerald city go down in fire.
When he was a baby, he was diagnosed with a rare brain tumor. At a young 4 months old he was taken into an OR and survived the procedure, something nobody ever expected.
He was lucky, he was a survivor, at least, that's what his family and doctors told him. The only side-effect was that he had an oversized head, which, as far as anyone could see, didn't hurt him at all.
No one thought the cancer would return. No one thought he had a 50/50 chance. No one thought he could die any minute.
Jimmy Neutron was a 17 year old genius, and he had to tell his girlfriend since age 12 that might die.
Jimmy sucked in a breath-a simple luxury that seemed worth much more than he ever thought it would- and moved out from behind the tree. When Cindy caught sight of him, she smiled a big toothy grin, which disappeared as soon as she saw his expression. Her happy, content disposition was smack in the face when she saw him, with his shadowed eyes that lacked their usual child-like pigment.
From a few yards away some college students were playing Frisbee golf and a seventy-something year old was knitting a green and yellow sweater, but both groups immediately stopped after a blonde teenager screamed and sobbed loudly into blue-eyed boys chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, whispering 'I'm sorry' and 'it's all going to be okay'. Nobody felt right asking what was wrong, so the students skipped this hole and the old lady went across the creek to the other side of the park. They let the poor girl cry and the young man shed a tear, because he was the reason she cried.
Cause and effect, Jimmy, ever being the scientist, thought. Your girlfriend is crying because you had to go and get yourself sick.