Disclaimer: No. Stop making me put this! I get the point. I can never have Jimmy Neutron! NEVER. But unless you actually own it, neither can you. I guess that should make me happy right?

A/N: Well. Here we go. It's almost early morning here, and I'm ready to write. Especially since I just finished writing the first chapter for my other fan fiction with my sister. OH. If anyone notices, yes it has one review. No, I am not stupid enough to review myself. My sister forgot I was still logged on, and she reviewed the story. So no comment on that. Go read that though too, my sister should have her chapter up soon, I hope! Back to this story. So I have 1 vote Seattle, and then 3 votes Anchorage. Yeah. I think Anchorage wins. This means the wedding will be in Seattle…ok. Maybe in Seattle. We'll see.

YayaLemingRadcliffe () - aw thanks! I try to add suspense, it makes it more fun(: I actually almost cried too. When I'm writing these chapters, I actually make myself think I'm the character, that way I get more emotional and stuff.

icarlyfanatic101- xD nice. Yes yes. Have Cindy witness a homicide : D just kidding.

StarGazer2129- Well its in Anchorage, possibly Eagle River, Alaska. That's diffidently farther away. I hope you like this chapter(:

Chapter four: Five years later and I still love you.

(Cindy's POV)

I groaned as I noticed another snowflake fall outside my window. Don't get me wrong, I love the snow and I loved where I lived. I just was sick of snow falling all the time. I rubbed my eyes before looking down at what I had been doing before I noticed the snow falling again. On my desk laid a thick textbook, open towards the middle. I sighed, absolutely bored. "Hey Babe. Why don't you stop that studying of yours and come join me in the living room. We haven't watched a movie together since school started again." A deep male voice said. I smiled softly. The man sitting in the living room was Jack my present day boyfriend. We had been dating for about two years, but so far our relationship was pretty much at the best friend status. I slid off my bed, and walked down the hallway. Jack had a blanket wrapped around him, but when he saw me he opened his arm to let me in. "This damn Alaska weather. It came to early again and our stupid heater isn't working right." He sighed.

"Don't worry. I plan on talking to the heating company about that Monday. For now I guess we just have to warm ourselves up like this." I cooed, snuggling deep into his arms. He laughed, and flipped the power button for the DVD player. Sometimes while we watched movies, we would talk about the past. Jack had been born in Alaska and had lived there his whole life, except he couldn't stand the cold. I told him about Retroville. I told him about the gang and about our insane adventures. I didn't tell him though too much about Jimmy. In a way, he was almost exactly Jimmy. Both looked simimular, minus the fact that Jack had black hair, and a smaller head. If I looked at him at the right angle, he was Jimmy. I guess that's how I haven't completely broken down and gone back to Retroville.

I didn't really pay much attention to the movie. It was some sappy love movie, something I wasn't in the mood for. I leaned my head back, closing my eyes. Somehow I was sleepy, must have been all my nonstop studying. Closing my eyes, I go back five years to that very night I left. I watch our little party at the Candy Bar, with Carl and Alva announcing they were getting married, and Jimmy offering his arm out for me to snuggle into. Now were outside, Jimmy and I are talking. Tear start falling soon, because instead of my running away, it's almost as if where I am is getting stretched away from him. All I can see is his face, hurt and confused and almost a tint of desperateness. Struggling, I started yelling and screaming at him. "Jimmy! I'm so sorry. I really am! I still love you so much. No one can replace you at all." I screamed, trying to get closer to him. Instead he seems even farther away, no now he is on top of a building. I watch helplessly as he jumps off. No matter how hard I try to get closer to him, to maybe have a chance of saving him, I just get farther away. "Jimmy!" I screamed.

Jack shook me awake. "Cindy! Are you ok?" he said, he voice filled with worry. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine. Just a nightmare, I've been having the same one for awhile now. The ending always different though." I whispered. He studied me.

"Who's Jimmy? He's always the one your screaming about." He asked. I shook my head, I didn't want to talk about Jimmy right now. I was still to shaken up from my dream. Surely he hadn't committed suicide after I left. Right? He had Libby to talk him out of it, so surely he hadn't of done that.

"Hey, I'm going to go into my room. I need to look something up ok?" I said. Jack nodded, and I slipped away. Walking slowly down the hallway and then into my room, I grabbed my laptop. Numbly, I pressed the power button and watched the screen illuminate. Within seconds, I was logging into one of the best things invented, Facebook. It was my way of keeping track of my old gang. I never checked Jimmy though. Whenever I thought about it, I just couldn't. First I checked Libby and smiled sadly. She had uploaded new pictures of her two year old daughter, Alena. Libby and Sheen had gotten married I think a year after I left. I missed the wedding. I had also missed Carl and Alva's wedding. The only one I hadn't missed was Jimmy, because he wasn't married yet.

I felt kind of hurt that none of them had tried to find me. Part of me wished I could have been there at the two weddings, and the birth of the kids. My throat tightened as I strolled down through Libby's profile. Jimmy had posted on her wall. Closing my eyes, I quickly logged out and exited out the window. Then the phone started ringing. Sighing, I reached for it. The phone call was probably Jack's mother again, calling to see if the two of them were ok. It was sweet, but got annoying when she started calling even two hours.

"Hello, this is the Cindy Vortex and Jack Morgan residence." I answered.

"Cindy! Oh my god! Hey! I've been trying to reach you for awhile now! How have you been?" a girly voice said. I stared at the phone.

"Who may I ask is calling?" I asked confused.

"I'm hurt you don't remember me. It's Betty. Betty Quinlan. Remember we went to high school together." She said, excitedly. I gasped.

"Yeah. I remember you. How did you get this number? I never told anyone where I was going or any details." I said coldly. I never really liked her that much, so why did she have to be the first one to be able to contact me?

"I have my ways Cindy. Anyways I called you to ask a huge favor, well more a request. I'm getting married!" she said excitedly. I grimaced, poor guy.

"That's nice." Was all I could say.

"Yeah! I was wondering though. Is it possible you could be my maid of honor? I really want you to be. I know we weren't the closesest in high school, and that we haven't seen each other since then. But I was honestly thinking about it, and you're the only person I want my maid of honor to be. So I've been trying really hard to find you!" she squealed. I dropped the phone, shocked. Betty Quinlan? Wants me to be her Maid of Honor?

"What about Brittany?" I asked, feeling sick. Betty got quiet.

"Brittany and I aren't on speaking terms right now." She said coldly.

"And you think you and I are?" I spat. She giggled.

"Well we are talking right now aren't we? Please Cindy? I'll pay for your tickets!" she cooed. Tickets?

"What tickets?" I asked.

"To Retroville and Seattle silly." She laughed. Right, because I was supposed to know that.

"Who are you getting married to? I might just come to give my apology to them." I said sourly. Betty laughed.

"Come to Retroville and see for yourself. It's a surprise. Now Cindy, I won't take no for an answer. Log onto Alaska Air and you'll see you already have a ticket ready for Retroville." Betty said, her voice making me cringe. Even though I didn't honestly believe her, I checked. Sure enough, I had a ticket.

"Fine. I'll come. Only because I think wasting a plane ticket and that money is stupid." I spat.

"Good. I'll see you tomorrow. I'm looking forward to see you! Bye Cindy!" she said, hyperly. I blinked, tomorrow? Oh god what had I gotten myself into?

"Hey Jack! Come here." I ordered. A pair of feet could be heard shuffling down the hallway.

"Yeah, what sup?" he asked. I pointed to my screen. "Why do you have tickets to Retroville?" he asked confused.

"Remember that girl I said I hated with a passion in high school?" I mumbled. He nodded. "Yeah. Well apparently she's getting married, and apparently I agreed to be her maid of honor. Oh and somehow, she managed to buy me a ticket there. Will you be a dear and come with me?" I asked, my eyes begging him. Groaning he nodded. I smiled. Good, I wouldn't have to face everything alone. The rest of the night we spent packing, which took a lot longer than it should have, but it was fun.

I'm lying in bed now, staring at the ceiling. I can hear Jack breathing, it was almost soothing on regular nights. Right now though, I was nervous as hell. What did I get myself into? I could have just said no, and continued with my normal life here. Now I had to face my past. How was everyone going to react seeing me?

A/N: yeah. Crappy Chapter. I know. I'm sorry. I kind of had a brain fart towards the phone call. Next chapter will be in Cindy's POV again. Her and Jack are going to arrive in Retroville, and Betty's going to pick them up. We'll see how Cindy will react to seeing all her old friends wont we? I know there is a few spelling and grammar mistakes. I'm sorry! Please review! OH! Please go read my other story and review that too. OK? Thanks!