Maybe I'm not so mean, after all. Why did I decide to continue this? Because you guys deserve it. Give yourself a pat on the back! KISSES TO EVERYONE.
dear sweetheart
part two
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To: greeneyedgoddess
From: brainblast801
Subject: I KNEW YOU WOULD CAVE.
Does this mean I automatically win?
I knew you couldn't handle it. It took you ahem, a long freaking time, but hey, you e-mailed me. And you called me. Good job!
Okay…I'm going to call you…and you're going to pick up. Right?
- Jimmy.
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To: brainblast801
From: greeneyedgoddess
Subject: I'm going to kick your A-S-S.
No, you don't win. This isn't a game, you stupid idiot.
And yes, I could handle it! You're pissing me off, you know that?! I called you because…well, I was sorry for ignoring you for so long but now I'm RETHINKNG MY DECISION.
Call me all you want. My phone is…lost. And dead.
Whoops.
- Cindy.
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Jimmy Neutron calling…
"Hello?"
"You liar!"
"I wasn't lying. I miraculously found my phone like, five minutes before you called. It was under my bed."
"Really. Under your bed."
"I'm NOT LYING."
"Okay, I believe you!"
"You better. Now…what did you have to tell me?"
"Well, I wanted to -"
BEEP.
"…Jimmy? Are you there?"
"…"
"JIMMY NEUTRON."
Fuck.
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To: greeneyedgoddess
From: brainblast801
Subject: Before you kill me…
…my phone went dead. And I lost my charger.
But don't worry, because I found it…under my bed. No, just kidding; it was in my living room.
Whoops.
- Jimmy.
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To: brainblast801
From: greeneyedgoddess
Subject: You're already DEAD TO ME.
You're so hilarious. Really.
Next to you call me, I'M NOT ANSWERING.
TAKE THAT, GENIUS BOY!
HAHAHAHA. COFFEE.
- cInDy VoRtEx.
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To: greeneyedgoddess
From: brainblast801
Subject: How can I redeem myself?
I know. It's a wonderful talent of mine.
You better answer. I still have to tell you something.
Don't drink anymore coffee. It makes you…
Insane.
- Jimmy.
P.S. I hAtE iT wHeN pEoPlE tYpE lIkE tHiS.
Don't ever do it again.
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Cindy Vortex calling…
"Hello?"
"NEUTRON."
"Cindy."
"Hi."
"…Hey?"
"Okay, lay it on me."
"What?"
"You said you had to tell me something! So tell me!"
"Oh, right, that."
"YEP. DO IT NOW."
"Are you…drunk?"
"Like, no. Well. Maybe. Sorta kinda."
"What happened?"
"I went to a party."
"Yeah?"
"And there was punch."
"Okay…"
"SPIKED PUNCH. ARE YOU DEFT?"
"I get it! Maybe I should tell you tomorrow."
"No, I want to know NOWZ."
"Did you just say, 'nowz?'"
"Yes I said NOWZ."
"Why?"
"I like to add Z's to thingz."
"I can tell. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"
"NOO. TELL ME NOW…Z."
"Go to bed, Cindy."
"Okay, Neutron. But I'll just let you know that tomorrow I'll be bitchy because of this huge hangover I'm gonna have. Good luck!"
"Oh, God."
BEEP.
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To: brainblast801
From: musicsavesmysoul
Subject: on the behalf of Cindy…
She says sorry that she can't answer her phone but her mom took it away because she found out that Cindy got drunk last night. But she'll call you…whenever she gets it back.
So…how have you been doing?
AND WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO TELL CINDY.
I GOTTA KNOW.
IT'S KILLING EVEN ME.
EVEN CARL IS SUSPICIOUS.
DO YOU LOVE HER BACK?
OMGZ.
- Libby.
P.S. Can you tell I hang out with Cindy to much? (example: OMGZ).
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ONE WEEK LATER.
Cindy Vortex calling…
RING. RING. RING. RING.
BEEP! One missed call; Cindy Vortex at 3:43 p.m. on July 3rd, 2008.
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To: brainblast801
From: greeneyedgoddess
Subject: You're making me mad.
I'm sure Libby already told you that I couldn't call or e-mail you because I got grounded. For getting drunk. And sneaking into the house. But I got caught. Yeah.
So, I called you and you didn't even answer. What's up with that?
Just…call me back. Or whatever.
- Cindy.
P.S. I can type however I want! Don't boss me around!
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To: greeneyedgoddess
From: brainblast801
Subject: Sorry.
Yeah, she e-mailed me. Maybe you shouldn't have gotten drunk in the first place. If I was in Retroville I wouldn't have let you.
Sorry (again), but my parents said we need more "family time" and every time someone calls me my mom yells at me. As if it's my fault.
I'll call you…tonight. Or tomorrow.
- Jimmy.
P.S. SORRY. GOSH.
And you're not bossy?
Tch.
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To: musicsavesmysoul
From: greeneyedgoddess
Subject: I'm nervous.
What if Jimmy tells me he loves me back?
That's insane.
Holy crap.
- Cindy.
P.S. OMGZ.
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To: greeneyedgoddess
From: musicsavesmysoul
Subject: Don't be!
He will! Of course he will.
No, it's not insane.
It's obvious. Duh.
Don't freak. Please.
- Libby.
P.S. We were merely freshman!
Sorry…I've been listening to too much music.
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THE NEXT DAY.
Jimmy Neutron calling…
"Hello?"
"Hey."
"What's up?"
"Not much. You're sober and not hyped on coffee, right?"
"Ha, right. I'm fine."
"Okay, good."
"…what's that noise?"
"What noise?"
"The beeping noise."
"Oh, that's a truck. It's backing up. Wade, stop it, I'll drop the phone if you do that."
"Wade?"
"Just some guy I hang with."
"Oh."
CUE AWKWARD SILENCE.
"Anyway, what I was going to tell is that -"
"SHEEN, I'LL KILL YOU."
"…Cindy?"
"Sorry, Sheen almost made me drop my phone into a fish tank."
"…I don't wanna know."
"Okay."
"So, I just wanted to say that I Lo-"
CRUNCH.
silence.
"Jimmy? What happened?"
"We're sorry, the number you are calling has either been disconnected, shut off, or -"
Mother fu-
"Wade…"
"Sorry, man…I didn't mean to. But um…I'll pay for a new phone. Or, the truck driver will."
i love you.
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No one is confused, right? Wade did something that made Jimmy drop the phone and it got ran over.
So…like it? Hate it? Tell me. Review.
NO, I WILL NOT CONTINUE THIS. IT'S OFFICIALLY OVER.
GO READ REUNITED FOR MORE FLUFF. HA.