secret life

Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Neutron or it's characters.

Chapter 7,

The Neutrons walked into the gym and Hugh gasped.

"Oh look Sugar-bugger, they have the refreshment table ready and they have pie." Hugh said and he ran off. Jimmy's mother sighed and followed him and Jimmy was left alone. Jimmy looked around and saw several people sitting on the bleachers. He looked around for Carl and his parents, but the dance was doing better than anticipated. It was as packed as a cage of white mice.

"Wow, what a turnout." Their principal said.

"Well, hey there, everybody. As you all know this is the parents dance-a-thon to help raise money to help our Anti-bullying program. The selected parents who will be dancing tonight are being supported by several locals sponsors and earlier I received an email that states that the county will also be donating $10 to each parent for each hour they dance. The dance will last eight hours, at which point the parents have a one hour window to take their children home and put them to bed. After they return, the parents can dance for three or four hours. The winner of the dance-a-thon will win a year-long family pass to Retroland." He finished and everyone cheered. Jimmy smiled when he heard the sound of wheezing behind him.

"Oh, hey Jim." Carl said when he saw Jimmy walking towards him.

"Hey, there Carl. Are your parents ready for the dance?" He asked and Carl snorted.

"More then ready, Jimmy, I got a good feeling that those Retroland tickets are ours. Either that or it's just my lunch." Carl said, suddenly unsure of his body.

"Well, I guess that I should say, 'May the best parents win'." Jimmy said and Carl shrugged.

"Yeah, I suppose. So did you spend some more time on that 'Cindy Stalking Machine'?" Carl asked and Jimmy blushed a little.

"Please don't call it that." Jimmy requested and Carl smiled.

"Well, as far as I know you haven't really named this little project of yours, so what else am I suppose to call it?" Carl asked and Jimmy rolled his eyes.

"Well anything is better then 'Cindy Stalking Machine'. That makes me feel like some sort of... pervert." Jimmy said and Carl laughed.

"Whatever. What you do in your spare time is your business not mine." Carl said and Jimmy blinked. This didn't necessarily sounded like something Carl would say, and yet he is the one that's saying it.

"So you don't want me to answer the question?" Jimmy asked.

"Uh, what question?" Carl asked and Jimmy sighed. That sounded more like Carl.

"What I learned about Cindy, buddy, that question." Jimmy reminded him.

"Oh, right, well did it work so far?" Carl asked and Jimmy was actually confused.

"I told you and Sheen that the machine worked this morning." Jimmy said and Carl smiled.

"I meant did you find the dirt you wanted to find?" Carl explained and Jimmy nodded lightly in realization.

"Well, I suppose that I did find information that could hurt Cindy, but not information that I can spread around school like regular gossip." Jimmy said.

"OK, folks, it's almost 3 o'clock, so the parents involved can start warming up. Children don't be afraid to go to the cafeteria for some fun carnival games. Otherwise buy a snack, grab a drink, and take a seat." The principal said and the crowd started to scatter.

"Want to go get some Purple Flurp?" Jimmy asked and Carl nodded. They walked over to the concession stand and they saw Sheen.

"I didn't realize that you were gonna be here Sheen." Jimmy said and Sheen smiled.

"Dad volunteered to do this, and Libby was gonna be here tonight and I thought that I could help my dad out of the goodness of my heart." Sheen said and Jimmy rolled his eyes.

"You sure sound like a pretty selfless person." Jimmy said and Sheen nodded.

"Yeah, I am. So what are you guys getting?" Sheen asked.

"Two cups of Purple Flurp." Carl said and Sheen looked down at the piece of paper in his hands.

"Ok, one cup of Purple Flurp is fifty dollars so two is double that." Sheen said and Jimmy rose an eyebrow at him.

"I can't afford that." Carl said. As he started to walk away, Jimmy grabbed the back of his collar and brought him back.

"Sheen, are you sure that says fifty dollars." Jimmy asked and Sheen looked at the paper again.

"Well, yeah. It has the number, fifty and the symbol, so it's fifty dollars." Sheen said and Jimmy took the paper from him.

"Sheen that symbol signifies cents not dollars." Jimmy said and Sheen paused.

"I have sense." Sheen complained and Jimmy sighed.

"No, I mean the soda is fifty cents each, not fifty dollars." Jimmy explained and Sheen took the paper back.

"Oh, I guess that other symbol is the dollar sign. I'm glad that you guys are my first customers." Sheen said and Jimmy chuckled slightly.

"Where is your dad?" Jimmy asked.

"He is either getting more muffins or get more loving. I wasn't really paying attention, because I was staring at Libby." Sheen said then he waved. Jimmy turned and saw Libby talking to Nick, but she waved to Sheen anyways.

"They look like they are having a meaningful conversation." Carl said and Jimmy nodded.

"Yeah, Sheen. Just don't get your hopes up because for all we know, they could be dating." Jimmy said and Sheen stared at his two best friends.

"What, Libby wouldn't date a guy like Nick. I mean he's not even her type." Sheen said and Carl looked at Jimmy.

"What do you think is Libby's type?" Jimmy asked and Sheen gave a small shrug.

"Well, I'm her type." Sheen said and Jimmy forced a smile.

"Well if you say so." Jimmy said and He looked over a Libby and Nick. They did look as if they were deep in thought, but that didn't necessarily mean that they were romantic thoughts. Since Libby was here at the dance, and he saw Cindy's parents telling her they were working late tonight, he wondered what Cindy was doing at that particular moment in time. With a furrowed brow, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, and opened up his contacts. He saw that he still had Cindy's number. He wondered if he should text her. He hasn't texted her in so long, and after their last encounter, he wouldn't know if she would even respond to him.

But, I guess I will never know unless I just go ahead and text her.