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Let's see if this chapter is a little better than the last couple one (hopefully):
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"Ahhh," Jimmy yawned. Waking up for school—again, was always one of the hardest things. He couldn't wait for the weekend. "Why am I so sleepy? Oh yeah, from last night…" He smiled. "Well it was worth it."
He got up from his bed and quickly got dressed into his usual clothes, then walked downstairs, following the smell of waffles his mom was toasting.
"Mornin', mom!" he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. He went to go sit down in the booth at the corner of the kitchen.
"Morning, sweetie," Mrs. Neutron replied. "Did you have a good time last night?"
"Uh, yeah, Libby, Sheen, Cindy, and Carl all left a little earlier than what I expected, but we had fun."
Mrs. Neutron picked up a couple of waffles on a plate and served them to Jimmy.
"That sounds nice. Did Cindy have fun when you took her out, too?" Jimmy's eyes widened. His mom wasn't supposed to know about last night.
"Uh,…Er, yeah, she did…" he replied.
Just then Mr. Neutron came in, all dressed and alive.
"Morning, sugar booger! Morning, Jimbo!" he greeted them happily. Jimmy swallowed down his waffles, in a hurry, so as not to have his previous conversation with his mom and dad. He took his plate to the sink and ran out to the living room.
"Goodbye, Mom! Bye, Dad!" he cried. Swinging open the front door, he bounded out.
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The bus was already there, waiting for Jimmy. He could see Cindy's shadow over the little stairs, and he ran to catch up.
The bus doors were closing when he hurried in out of breath.
"Whoops," he panted. When he looked over the crowd of teenagers he saw Libby talking to Cindy angrily. None of them noticed Jimmy; they were too heated in Libby's argument.
"Listen; just go sit with your boyfriend, okay? I'm not interested in sharing my seat with someone who keeps secrets and tells lies," Libby told her, turning her head around and her nose up.
Cindy looked at her, not sure what to say or do.
"But, Libs, you're my best friend! I want to sit with you!" Jimmy heard Cindy say.
"Well, I don't, and I don't know what you're talking about, because best friends don't act the way you do," Libby replied, her face still turned away.
Cindy sighed exasperated, then looked at her upset.
"Fine, then. If that's how you want it, that's how it'll be." Cindy walked off, towards the back, sitting down in an empty seat. She put her elbow on the window frame and rested her chin upon it, drawing her knees up to her chest. Sighing, she stared out of the clear glass, blinking back tears.
Jimmy saw Carl and Sheen talking to each other. They had noticed that Cindy was off by herself and they were frowning. When Jimmy reached them, Carl said, "You should go sit with her, man. She needs company." When Jimmy frowned they shook their heads.
"Nah, man, it's not that we don't want you to sit with us, but it's true that Cindy's all alone. When things are better we can sit together. Of course, only if you're not too busy holding hands and whatever in a couple of months to." Sheen told him, winking. Jimmy smiled.
"'Kay, whatever you say. Thanks, guys." He walked over to Cindy's seat that was still farther back than Carl and Sheen's.
When he approached her, he noticed that there were a couple of tears that were sliding down her cheeks.
"Why hello," he said, not sure whether to even talk to her. This was sort of his fault, wasn't it? Cindy didn't even look at him. "Is this seat taken?" A bunch of kids were looking at them now, whispering.
"No, it's not," she replied without a glance. Good, at least she wants me to sit with her, Jimmy thought. He sat down next to her and looked around.
Since they weren't very popular, they being together wouldn't be gossip, so everyone stopped staring and went back to their previous conversations. The bus was already pulling away from the curb.
Jimmy looked back at Cindy who was still staring out the window, tears streaming down her face. She didn't bother to wipe them, there'd just be brand-new ones trailing after the old ones. Jimmy wondered what to say, or what to do. This was Cindy. Usually this stuff never happens. She and Libby had always been best friends, and their little arguments never lasted more than a day, this was their first big one and no one had even known it was going to come.
Cindy, for once, glanced at Jimmy really quickly, then straight back at the window, her chin still in her right hand. Her left hand, though, jerked up and wiped away some tears, but more just kept falling down.
Jimmy leaned over her huddled finger and stuck out his thumb, wiping away the drops on her left cheek and the corner of her eye. "I'm so sorry," he whispered in her ear. "I heard Libby, and she shouldn't have said and done that to you. I feel like this is entirely my fault."
"No," was her whisper back. She shook her head. "I told you it isn't."
"Yeah, but I still feel bad. I hate seeing you like this." No answer back. Her tears kept falling.
"I don't like you seeing me like this either," she finally croaked back. Everyone was still busy talking and paying attention to only amongst them. Jimmy wrapped his arms around Cindy, helping her sit up and then bringing her closer into a hug. She tucked her head down between his chest and herself.
"Everything will get better, Cin, you know that," Jimmy said. She pulled back, wiping her tears away.
"Yeah, I guess, unless she stays mad at me forever," she replied, trying to compose herself. Jimmy pulled strands of hair that had stuck to her face.
"She's not going to stay mad at you forever, Cindy. She never does."
"Well this is the first when she's really, really gotten upset with me. So you never know."
"Yeah, but Libby isn't the type to get really mad at all, so I think it'll just fade away."
"Maybe…" Cindy drifted off, staring into space, and then looking back at Jimmy. She smiled a little bit, kind of shyly, and looked down. "I'm sorry that you saw me like that a second ago."
Suddenly Jimmy had sudden urge to kiss her. He lifted her chin.
"I don't mind, Cindy. It's not big deal to cry. Everyone does it," he replied softly, getting closer and closer. Just when they were a couple inches apart, he realized where they were, and whispered, "Not here."
"Not here," she agreed. Jimmy pulled back and shook his head.
"Sorry about that. I got really close to causing another problem."
"Nah, its ok…" She looked down at her knees that were, for a second time, pulled up back against her chest.
"Well, if you'd like to resume looking out the window, you may. I'm only here to keep you company when you want it," Jimmy teased. She laughed a little bit.
"No, I'm fine just talking to you," she told him. He winked at her.
"Well, today, I think you look really nice—like you usually do, but still." She laughed a little louder.
"Why thank you very much. And you don't look to shabby either. What, haven't you worn that outfit for six years now?"
"Hey, when you have to wear uniforms, it doesn't change much to guys."
"Neither does it to girls!"
"Well, you guys can change your hairdo around and add jewelry. Us guys, well we can't do that much."
"Well… Yeah I guess you're right." Cindy fingered her necklace. Jimmy had noticed that it had been there for a couple of years now.
"I have a question," he said.
"Shoot away."
"Well, how come you always wear that same necklace?" She blushed, even though it wasn't that big of a deal, t was just 'cause he had noticed.
"It's my grandmother's, but she passed it on to my mom, and then my mom decided she didn't want it, so she gave it to me, for who-knows-why."
"Oh…" Then Jimmy had a thought. "Would you like another necklace?" Cindy looked at him a little confused.
"Sure, I guess. Why?"
"Aw, no reason, I just wanted to know." Okay, what is Jimmy thinking? Cindy asked herself. "Well, would you look at that," Jimmy pointed out. "We're here!" They both sighed simultaneously. Here was another day they'd have to go through, but one with a huge problem, considering Libby and their now-not-so-much secret.
They got up and walked out of the bus, following the lead of all the other kids.
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Hmm, I hope that was honestly better. Tell me… Constructive criticism is welcome ;) R&R always needed D
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P.S. I'm going to be gone for about 2 weeks, so I'm not going to be on writing so much. Going on vacation. Pray for me