Enjoy! =) I do not own Jimmy… Sorry for the wait!
Kiss Me
The next day at school Cindy was grumbling to Libby about no one knowing anything about her 'boy'. Suddenly Libby turned to her and said,
"How are you going to tell if they are lying or not Cind? I mean, you didn't see who it was, so chances are, someone's lying."
"I need to find who he is Libby."
Libby slouched in her chair, obviously growing more tired of this pursuit by the minute. "Why don't you just go around and kiss every guy in the school?!" She exclaimed angrily.
Cindy's brain clicked, Libby had obviously seen the expression on her face.
"Cindy! I wasn't serious!"
"But it's the only way I will find out!"
"But how will you know?" Libby asked, her voice dripping with skepticism.
"I will just know."
"Cindy, you can't be serious! This would be the stupidest thing you've thought of, EVER!" She exclaimed waving her hands in the air.
She just smirked and Libby slapped her forehead.
"There can't be any good that can come out of this."
But there was no other way, she was going to catch the little liar whoever he was red-lipped. When they got to school Libby was hanging back behind her, obviously not wanting to be seen with the crazy girl. She saw her first victim, Oleander. She walked straight up to him and grabbed his shirt collar and before she had time to protest, she kissed him.
"Oh my," Libby's shocked voice whispered. She obviously had not been expecting her to actually DO it.
Cindy instantly knew he wasn't who she was looking for and she released her grip. He stood there for a moment blinking stupidly then he got an aggravated look on his face.
"What was that for?!" He exclaimed, but she just smiled at Libby sadly.
"He's not the guy," she said sadly and began looking for some more innocent senior boys. She spotted Abraham. He was scowling at her, obviously he had seen her attack on Oleander, and his eyes were widening in fear as she walked towards him. He blinked rather stupidly and then she planted one on him, nothing. She sighed and pulled away leaving several of those in the hallway staring at her and she just smiled as she swung her bag over her shoulder. She honestly did believe Butch, so at least she didn't have to kiss him.
"But Cindy, this is different, you didn't KNOW who it was, and when you kiss them like that, you know who they are and maybe it affects what you think you feel," Libby argued. "Plus, you're starting to scare people! Including your best friend," she added.
"I need to take chances Libby, I need to," she whispered. And then she turned to look at Libby with a smile.
"Girl, why are you looking at me like that?"
"Let's put up a poster."
Libby raised an eyebrow skeptically.
"What would it say?"
Cindy grabbed piece of poster board from Libby's locker began to write in large bold letter.
ALL senior boys MUST report to the Gym at 3:00 this afternoon. This is a mandatory senior meeting, do NOT miss it.
Libby scowled at her.
"You don't have the authority to do that, only," she paused. "I do."
Cindy nodded as she pinned up the poster board smiling broadly.
"Exactly, they'll all think it's you. They won't even know what hit them!"
Libby sighed as she pulled on her sweater sleeve nervously.
"But Cindy, I'm supposed to be the President," but she stopped mid sentence. "All right," she agreed.
That afternoon, Cindy printed a list of every senior guy in their class and handed it to Libby and patiently described what she would need to do.
"Remember, I've got to be blindfolded," she said sternly. Libby just nodded as the gym doors swung open and Cindy hid in the corner.
"Hi Libby, what's going on?" a familiar voice chimed.
"Oh, you'll see," she responded as some more senior boys walked through the doors. Soon every boy in their class was standing there rather dumbfounded.
"So? What's so important?"
Cindy appeared, and a few of them cringed as though they suddenly understood. Libby wrapped the blindfold around her face.
"Now, each one of you has to kiss Cindy, it doesn't have to be for long, but you have to."
There was silence.
"Why are we doing this?"
"Because I said so, and I'm the president!" Libby responded. "So, okay, you go first."
As Cindy prepared herself, she heard Libby mumble "This is crazy."
Suddenly there was a scratchy pair of lips upon hers. His breath tasted slightly like onions.
"Nope," she simply stated and Libby marked off a name of the list she had given her.
"Next!"
Cindy braced herself again, and suddenly someone was kissing her very fiercely, but it was when his tongue tried to force its way into her mouth that she pushed him away. "EWW, he's most definitely not him."
"Okay then, next."
This next boy at least had soft lips, and it was somewhat enjoyable, but it was nothing like what she experienced that night on the dance floor. But, it COULD be…. She pulled away and smiled at the boy.
"Thank you, that was nice, that one's a possibility," she said happily. Libby didn't make a sound.
"Next," Libby said calmly, and Cindy took note that she was doing really well as to not giving her a clue as to who she was kissing.
She felt a pair of wet lips, obviously wetted from spit, and she pulled away quickly.
"Nope," she said surely.
She found a few other possibilities but no one she was absolutely sure of and she was beginning to wonder how many guys were left.
"Only one left," Libby said quietly.
"Good," she said. Her lips were getting seriously confused. She felt a pair of soft lips, but it wasn't gentle enough to be certain, but it was close. She pulled away and smiled.
"That's a possibility," she said happily.
"Okay, well take off your mask Cindy, and see your choices."
She did so and what she saw was a complete surprise.
Carl, Sheen, Nick, Abraham and a boy she didn't really know stood there. Her heart sunk, there was no Jimmy. But, she had to know, she had to.
"Okay, so one of you is lying."
They all looked very nervous. She held up the mask yet again.
"Which one of you wore this mask last Friday night?"
"I did Cindy," Nick admitted.
She snapped her head towards him, he was crimson.
"But you were with.."
"I told her I was going to the bathroom for a few."
"But I danced with you just before," she started.
"I had the mask in my jacket pocket," he said simply, they stared at each other for a moment and she smiled. She began to walk over to him.
"Well then," she smiled brightly. "Let's test it, shall we?"
His lips touched against hers softly and Cindy remembered that it was the third kiss she received. But something was off. Perhaps it was just because the mood wasn't exactly like it had been that evening. She pulled away from him and he smiled.
"So?"
"It was nice, but I still don't believe you," she responded quite frankly. Libby threw up her hands in aggravation. She turned to Carl and smiled at him.
"Was it you Carl?"
He smiled back and then he laughed nervously.
"No, I don't dance, remember?"
But she did not listen; she merely kissed him. She was surprised when she did; his lips were soft, almost too soft, and slightly cold from being nervous. She opened her eyes and smiled at him.
"Wow Carl, I had no idea you were a good kisser," she said simply. He blushed deeply.
"Thanks," he wheezed and she remembered her mystery boy hadn't wheezed. So with a sigh she started to walk further down the line. Abraham by this time was starting to look very nervous. But she simply touched his lips with her own. They were scratchy and slightly wet. It was not him.
Sheen was next in line, in the corner of her eye she saw Libby tense up protectively. She held out her hand as to assure Libby that everything was fine. She leaned forward and kissed him gently. she pulled away with a deep sigh, and Libby sighed in relief.
"Would I ever kiss anybody other then my Libby?" Sheen retorted and went over and firmly kissed his girlfriend. She stared at Carl, who was smiling.
"Well Carl, looks like you're the only one left, you must be him."
"Well, not necessarily," Libby said quietly. "There were a few guys who didn't show up," she said simply. Cindy scowled as she sat down on the bleachers and picked up the list. There were a few names that didn't have a line through them. Butch, well that was obvious, a kid named Ryan Deshae who she was pretty sure was gay, and then….her heart beat quickened as she stared at a name near the bottom of the list. Clear as day in the black print,
Jimmy Neutron.
Cindy's heart fluttered and she rose from the bleachers. Libby was smiling as though she knew what Cindy was thinking.
"I've got to go find him," she said and then walked with confidence through the gym doors.
-x-
