Haze by XxDoCxX
Part 3
"I've been out with a lot of girls before, yeah, so why am I so nervous?" asked Jimmy as Sheen bounced a ball toward Carl. They were all hanging out in Jimmy's room as he got ready for the date with that mysterious girl, Sin.
"I mean, I've been out with practically everyone, at least, all the cute girls... And Sin's very cute, and dare I say it? Beautiful..."
Sheen looked at Jimmy and smirked. "Looks like someone's in love."
"Shut up, Sheen!" He threw his comb at him, but then his expression softened. "But what if you're right? Maybe all this time, I've been waiting for someone to come, someone really special to come and be with me for the rest of my life?"
Jimmy sprayed on a ton of cologne, then he looked at Sheen. "Maybe it's because she reminds me of Cindy."
"I mean, she does have those wonderful emerald green eyes, and the blond hair... Except her hair is kinda a dirty blond color... Cindy moved to New York, right?"
"Yeah," replied Carl, taking a break from the bag of chips he was wolfing down. "She moved to Alabama, New York."
"You mean, Atlantis, you dork," snorted Sheen, throwing a pillow in Carl's general direction.
"No guys, she moved to Albany, the capital of New York." Jimmy raised a hand, trying desperately to summon some quiet as his mind searched for every tidbit of information he had about Cindy.
"Jimmy!" shouted Sheen. Jimmy looked up in annoyance, his shirt collar still sticking out the wrong way, and he realized Sheen was pointing to the clock.
"Crap." Jimmy hurriedly grabbed his new sports jacket and raced out his bedroom, running to the front door. As he exited the house, he could faintly hear Sheen shouting, "Good luck!"
"-I'm gonna need it," finished Jimmy.
He was barely in presentable mode when he eased his car up the driveway at Sin's house. He sighed, running his sweaty hand through his jet-black hair.
"Now or never, lover boy," he whispered, carefully tucking his shirt in as he stepped out of the car. Jimmy approached the front door, his heartbeat thumping away in his chest.
He rung the doorbell, half expecting some old granny to come out and say that she's never seen a teenage girl named Sin before. But his fears were never confirmed, as the door opened and Sin stepped out onto the porch.
"You're late," she said with a smile, gently clasping her hand onto his arm.
"Sorry, I was getting ready and I kinda lost track of the time," he apologized, looking deep into her emerald green eyes. Oh, how she reminded him of Cindy, and how he wished so much that she was Cindy. He smiled, an awkward one, and began walking toward his car. It was an old, beat-up, blue Ford Mustang, but he loved it all the same.
He went over to the passenger side first, opening the door as smoothly as he could. "For the lovely young lady," he said with a smile.
Sin giggled and stepped in the car, smiling at me as soon as she was sitting down. God, how irresistible was that smile?
Jimmy hurried over to the driver's side and opened the door quickly, eager to start the car, and the date.
"So where'd did you move here from? I haven't seen you around before the party."
Sin giggled again and looked at Jimmy with her tantalizing green eyes. "I moved here from New York."
"Where in New York?" Oh my god, maybe this is Cindy!
"Albany."
Jimmy's heart just began beating faster.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah," she sighed. "I miss my friends over there though. And I also remember this one girl... She looked a lot like me, had a similar name, too."
Jimmy turned his head and glanced at her face. She seemed troubled, and he pulled over onto the side of the road. "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing... Well, I think it's nothing. I mean, this one time, I was talking with my friends about moving here and that girl... She... She was starting to scare me, and then she walked up to me while I was at my locker and she said, 'Tell him it's not Cindy.'"
Jimmy's breath caught in his throat.
"I was freaked out, you know? It was really weird."
He reached over and stroked her cheek. "What was her name? What did she look like?"
"I really don't know her name, except for what she said that one time she spoke to me... And like I said, she really did look like me, except her hair was much much lighter."
"Really?"
Sin nodded and sighed. "Let's go to the movies now, I think I'm alright."
"Okay," said Jimmy as he nodded. But thoughts was racing around in his head, such... Such odd thoughts. What if this wasn't Cindy? What if it was merely a coincidence? A freak-ish, sick, coincidence.
