"Libby! For the last time! No!"

Cindy Vortex had stopped packing long enough to tell at her best friend. She ran her fingers through her own long blonde hair. Her bright green eyes narrowed.

"Cin!" her friend winced. "You promised!"

"You never said I would have to go backstage." The blonde hissed.

Libby sighed. Truth be told, she had been planning this for awhile. It had been a plan between her, Carl, and Sheen. The ultimate goal? To get Jimmy and Cindy back together.

Cindy stopped and, closing the suitcase, turned to Libby. "Libs, I know what you're trying to do. And it's not going to work."

"What am I trying to do? I haven't seen my husband in almost a month! A MONTH. Because they had to go on some stupid tour and I couldn't come." She sat on the edge of the bed and stared out the window, tears in her eyes.

Cindy walked over and took her friends hand. "You haven't told him." She said simply.

Libby shook her head. "How could I? Just call him up and tell him?"

"No. I suppose not."

The two sat in silence for awhile. Finally Cindy spoke. "It won't happen."

Libby looked up at her through her tear-filled eyes. "Huh?"

Cindy abruptly stood up and crossed the room. She scavenged through the drawers in her desk until she pulled out a blue photo book. She turned pages until she came to the one she had been searching for. Her and Jimmy on graduation. Her arms were around him and she was kissing his cheek.

"Me and Jimmy." She said quietly. "It won't happen."

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"Can I get you anything Hun?"

Cindy glanced up from the issue of Music Today. "Uh, no." She replied to the stewardess. She gave a sideways look at Libby and than replied, "Well, could I have a bottle of water for my friend when she wakes up?"

"Sure!" The stewardess handed over the desired item and than seeing the cover of Cindy's magazine gushed, "Mmm! Jimmy Neutron! There's a hunk-muffin for you! Delicious!"

Cindy gave a hardened smile. "Yeah, he's…something."

"I'll say! De-li-cio-us!"

When the stewardess had gone, Cindy placed the magazine in the seat pocket in front of her and turned to look out the window.

What have I gotten myself into?

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Well? Love it? Hate it? Its probably to early to decide, but please R&R! It makes me happy!

ML, Robin o;)