Dedication: Mikey76500, because he tells me funny jokes that actually make me laugh. Oh, and he's also going to tell me two more. HINT HINT HINT. Ahem, on with the story!

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Chapter 4:

unleash the beast

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Dear Diary,

I can feel it. I can just sense that something is going on behind my back; the wary looks, the hushed voices, SOMEBODY IS PLANNING SOMETHING THAT I DON'T KNOW ABOUT.

And it better not be a party.

Anyway, the dance is tomorrow night, and I'm a little nervous. I'm not about ready to get my heart shattered when I see Betty and Jimmy together, making-out and slow dancing. Please, don't make me PUKE.

I also don't' want to go with Nick. He's giving me bedroom eyes. I just KNOW he thinks that just because I (heavily) made-out with him when I was drunk at a party. It's almost like he's…clingy, or something.

IN OTHER WORDS, HE'S ACTING LIKE A CHICK.

That's pathetic.

I do believe that Betty and Nick should hook up.

It would be good for them AND me.

Love,

Cindy.

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To: musicsavesmysoul

From: greeneyedgoddess

Subject: You're going to fess up, NOW.

I know you're planning something behind my back!

I may not be a freaking genius, but I'm pretty damn smart, Libby. I want to know what it is. And it better not be some party or get-together that's supposed to cheer me up, either. I don't need that.

I'M ALREADY FREAKING CHEERY.

Gosh.

You're making me un-cheery, though.

- Cindy.

P.S. Don't lie to me, either!

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To: greeneyedgoddess

From: musicsavesmysoul

Subject: Whatever do you mean?

I'm not planning anything. I'm not hiding anything. I'm innocent, I'm uncorrupt, I'm -

OHMYGAWD IT'S KILLING ME.

Okay, yes. Something is going on but I can't tell you!

For once thing, though, it's not something that's particularly supposed to cheer you up. It will probably make you happier (happy? Damn it, you're not happy right now, Cindy!), but it totally wasn't my idea.

That's the secret part.

BUT I WANT TO TELL YOU.

I JUST CAN'T.

DON'T BE MAD AT ME.

- Libby.

P.S. I didn't lie, I just haven't told you.

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To: ultralordrulez

From: musicsavesmysoul

Subject: SHEENEY!

Cindy knows something is going on! And she's hassling me!

Whatever you do, don't tell her what's going on.

And please, please don't tell Jimmy that she knows, or else he's going to blame one of us, and we'll be in even bigger trouble. But I told her I couldn't tell her anything…but that won't appease her appetite.

OH, GAWD.

I'M SCARED.

HOLD ME.

- Libby.

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To: musicsavesmysoul

From: ultralordrulez

Subject: Libby, my love!

How does she know?! Is she psychic? Can she read minds?

Or maybe Carl told her.

DUN, DUN, DUNNNN…

Don't worry, babe! I won't tell Jimmy!

DO NOT FEED THE FIRE!

I'm off to save you in your time of need, fair maiden!

- Sheen.

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To: llamalover21

From: ultralordrulez

Subject: Houston, we have a problem.

Cindy suspects about Jimmy's little plan.

SHE'S PSYCHIC! AND A MIND READER!

But of course, all of this comes from Libby. You know how she likes to gossip.

She told me not to tell Jimmy, but no one said I couldn't tell you!

HA, LOOPHOLE!

I'm off to save my girlfriend,

Sheen.

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To: brainblast801

From: llamalover21

Subject: Problem.

Cindy knows something about your plan. I didn't tell her, though. Sheen told me and Libby told him that Cindy told her that she's suspicious.

Or something.

I'm not good at this gossiping thing.

- Carl.

P.S. What are you going to do now?

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To: musicsavesmysoul

From: brainblast801

Subject: NO.

Cindy knows?!

How?! You didn't say anything, did you? Did Sheen open his big, fat mouth again?

Carl told me that you know that Cindy knows. Or is he confused?

He's not that good at this gossiping thing.

- Jimmy.

P.S. I'm making a Plan B, just in case.

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To: brainblast801

From: musicsavesmysoul

Subject: CRAP.

No, Cindy just knows that I'm planning something behind her back. She doesn't know that you're apart of it! I ROCK.

But I specifically told Sheen not to tell you.

Wait, you said that Carl told you -

DAMN HIM AND HIS UNCANNY ABILITY TO FIND LOOPHOLES IN EVERYTHING.

- Libby.

P.S. Yes, a Plan B is probably necessary.

Maybe, just maybe, you shouldn't tell Sheen.

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THE LIST OF THE DAY!

REASONS WHY LIBBY SHOULDN'T KEEP SECRETS

By Cindy Vortex.

And commented by Libby Folfax.

1). Because best friends don't keep secrets.

Um, this one does.

Well then you're obviously not a good friend!

I'm sorry! Stop guilt-tripping me!

NEVAH!

2). Because my stress-levels are unbelievably high.

How do you know? Do you go to the doctor and get them checked out, or something?

Is that supposed to be a sarcastic comment?

Why are you answering my question with a question?

Why are you?

3). It's not nice!

Since when does Cindy Vortex and nice go together?

Since…never. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't be nice.

You got me there.

Exactly.

4). Secrets don't make friends.

Song lyrics do not make good lists.

Shut up.

Are you seriously that mad at me?

Not mad, per se. JUST PISSED OFF AND FRUSTRATED.

That's all I wanted to know.

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THE DEVELOPMENT OF PLAN A.

By Libby Folfax and Jimmy Neutron.

Step One: Over the next week, plan a party at Jimmy's house and not invite Betty and/or Nick. Prevent from a lot of people of finding out about said party.

You're good at this planning stuff.

I make devious plans with Cindy all the time. Or, I used to. She's still mad at me.

I'm sorry. You don't have to do this, you know.

Eh, she'll thank me for it in the end.

Note about Step One: If in fact that it is impossible to prevent Betty and/or Nick from going to party, make sure that both go. That way, it's easier to distract both with each other; i.e. shove them into a closet and lock it.

Clever.

I know! I just totally thought of that just now. I make this up as I go along, you know.

Yeah. I'm glad I chose you to help me with planning, then.

Oh, it's my honor, Jimmy Neutron. One day, when you're older and writing your speech for winning the Noble Peace Prize, I want to help.

Oh, go ahead.

I also want credit.

Hm, that explains it.

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Cindy,

You're standing in the way of my happiness, you stupid ho.

Get out of mine (and Jimmy's) life.

- Betty.

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Betty,

DON'T WRITE ME NOTES. I HATE YOU.

NO, I WILL NOT.

I WILL MEDDLE WHERE I PLEASE.

- Cindy.

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Cindy,

Hello, I'm Jimmy's GIRLFRIEND, now, not you!

THIS IS YOUR WAKE-UP CALL.

Get over him.

No more chances.

- Betty.

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Dear Diary,

Wow. Two entries in one day. Nice, huh?

But Betty said (or, well, wrote) me something today that made me open my eyes:

"Cindy,

Hello, I'm Jimmy's GIRLFRIEND, now, not you!

THIS IS YOUR WAKE-UP CALL.

Get over him.

No more chances.

- Betty."

She's right, as much as it kills me to say it. Why am I even bothering with this, pining over him and crying myself to sleep when he doesn't do so much as look at me?

I should just give up.

Life is waiting.

Even if it DOES suck without him.

Love,

Cindy.

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This is so fun to write. Have I said that before? Probably. But I really do like it.

My muses for this chapter;

Holiday From Real by Jack's Mannequin and I Woke Up In A Car by Something Corporate.

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