Kinda short I know, I might rewrite this chapter, but right now I'm racing against the clock, my laptop battery is dying! Thank you reviewers.
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"Hello, Cynthia," Eustace Strytch stood on Cindy's porch as if he belonged there. It had been years since any of them had seem the stuck-up rich ninny, but there was no mistaking him. He still had his annoyingly snobbish tone when speaking, his perfectly postured and slightly bored way of standing, his freckled turned-up nose, and ridiculously calculated hairdo. Lucky for him, his parents could pay for a good orthodontist and he had long since rid himself of his embarrassing overbite.
"What are you doing here?" Cindy asked slightly curious, but mostly appalled, "Last I heard you were going to school in London or something."
"Oh, Cynthia," he simpered in his disgustingly fake sugary tone, "as if I could be gone from you or Retroville for so long."
"Whatever," she rolled her eyes completely unfazed by his insincere flattery, " Listen Eustace, I'm really busy," she glanced at the phone still held in her hand, "so I really don't have time for whatever secret plan you've hatched against Jimmy that you want to use me in."
He stuck his perfectly polished shoe in the doorway preventing her from shutting the door all the way.
"Come now Cynthia, don't be rude," he smirked while buffing his nails on his satin shirt, "I've grown past childish grudges, haven't you?" He accused, giving her a pointed look. "I've come to speak with you on a personal matter; it will only take a moment of your time."
Rolling her eyes again, she realized that he would never leave unless she heard him through. "Alright you have one minute, but hold on," she put the phone to her ear once more and asked hopefully: "Can you hold on for just a little longer?"
She was met with silence.
"Hold on a sec, Neutron, there's someone at my door," Cindy's voice came across the line. Jimmy froze in shock, could this have happen at more inopportune moment? It was hard enough to call her up, and get up the courage to ask her.
Jimmy rolled his desk chair to his window to see who was interrupting, and blanched. He could see the swank teen standing before the Vortex residence talking to the young vixen that lived there. He couldn't tell from his window if the other boy's presence was welcomed or not, but Jimmy didn't really care.
Jimmy swung his chair back to his desk, slamming the phone down on the receiver before jumping up and running out his bedroom door.
"Goddard, exit plan 10-96/Q!" He said as he slid down the banister, a habit he had yet to grow out of. He slid to a stop in front of his metal companion, who was holding a mirror out for the teen genius. Hey even geniuses wanted to look good sometimes. His titanium canine sprayed him with a light cologne, and opened the front door.
"Thanks boy!" Jimmy said over his shoulder as he ran out the door. He could see Cindy talking into the phone, and realized that she still thought he was on the line… oops. Oh well, what he really cared about was why Strytch was here in the first place.
"Do you mind, Strytch-old-boy?" Jimmy nearly shouted, "I happened to be talking to Cindy when you interrupted."
"Jimmy!" Eustace said with glee, "How delightful!" he smirked viciously, "I'm so sorry to have intruded on your conversation. By all means, continue…"
Jimmy froze in place. Cindy eyed him curiously while Eustace smirked knowingly.
"Well?" Cindy asked, her curiosity growing as his blush became more obvious. "What did you want to ask me?"
"Well… uh… you see I… um…" Jimmy's palms were sweating and he felt as if a huge spotlight was right on him. Cindy and Eustace were both focused on him, and Jimmy couldn't take it. "Well I don't want to ask with an audience!" He shouted defensively, shooting an evil glare Eustace's way, before continuing much more calmly, "Can I talk to you in private, Cindy?"
"If you won't do it now, then wait your turn!" Eustace snapped without giving Cindy a chance to talk. She glared at him slightly for speaking for her. He turned back to Cindy and took her hand. "Cynthia, you are by far the most perfect girl I've ever met," Jimmy scoffed and crossed his arms while glaring at the back of Eustace's head. Cindy smiled slightly at the compliment and Jimmy's reaction, "You're beautiful, smart, and talented. No other girl could possibly compare,"
"Oh would you get on with it already!" Jimmy shouted to the sky.
"Cynthia," Eustace snapped his fingers and Blix handed him a bouquet of flowers that he held out to Cindy, "would you do me the honor of accompanying me to Retroville High's Senior Prom?"
Both Cindy and Jimmy's jaws dropped in shock and horror.
"Um…" Cindy shot Jimmy a look, but he seemed too shocked to comprehend anything right then, "S-sure Eustace… I'd love to."
Jimmy quickly snapped out of his shocked stupor when he realized what Cindy had said. "For the love of Einstein, Cindy! How could you go with this… this… this pompous stuck-up ninny!"
"Well it's not like anyone else was going to ask me!" Cindy snapped back, if he really cared that much he should have asked her himself… right? "Everyone else already has a date, or is too big a loser to go with anyway."
"Loser?" Jimmy said aghast, "you know what? I don't care! Have fun with the Prince of Priss, your Royal Stuck-Uppedness!"
"What did you just call me?" She shouted to his retreating back, but received no answer. "What is wrong with him?" She murmured to herself.
"Cynthia, my dear," Eustace simpered, once again gaining her attention, "Shall we make the proper arrangements?"
"Stupid, stuck-up, rich asshole!" Jimmy nearly screamed as he paced his lab. Goddard gave a slight mechanical whine to show his concern for his creator. "He did this on purpose!" Jimmy paced some more before turning to his best invention ever, "Goddard, options!"
Goddard's screen popped open to reveal his answers, "Go back in time and ask her first."
Jimmy scratched his chin before shaking his head, "I'm not even sure she'd say yes, next."
"Render Eustace incapable of going to the dance, and take Cindy to the dance yourself."
"Hmm…" Jimmy pondered for a few seconds before deciding, "As appealing as that sounds, the legal ramifications would be astronomical, next."
"Take someone else to Prom."
"That's it!" Jimmy perked up and snapped his fingers, "Goddard, phone!"
It rang for a few minutes while Jimmy silently chanted "Please pick up, please pick up!"
When finally he heard a happy, "Hello?" he smiled.
"Hey Betty!"