I didn't think I could do it, but somehow I've managed to get you another chapter during Christmas break! Well, happy new year, everyone! I hope all of you had a great Christmas!

Disclaimer: I think we all know this by now. I do not own Jimmy Neutron.

Chapter 10: His Cindy?

"Whoa!" Libby exclaimed, loud enough to wake everyone in the two-story house. Well, loud enough to wake one person, at least.

"What?" Jimmy mumbled with a yawn. He forced his eyes open and sat up slowly.

Where am I? he wondered, still half asleep. Then suddenly he remembered….

Jimmy's eyes almost popped out of his skull when he realized the horrible truth. He had fallen asleep in Cindy's room, of all places.

"That's right," Libby spoke up, hands on her hips. What was she, some kind of mind reader? "And I thought you hated Cindy," she added, a smile playing on her lips.

"I don't!" Jimmy burst out. "I mean, I do! I mean—stop confusing me!"

"Confusin' you, huh? Well, in case you were wonderin', school starts in twenty minutes," Libby informed him. "I just stopped by to check everything out on my way there."

"Pukin' Pluto," Jimmy groaned. "If I go home now, I'll be late. But if I don't, my parents will freak."

"And then there's the problem of what you'll do when Cindy finds out," Libby casually threw in.

"What?" Jimmy asked frantically, eyes widened in horror. "You can't tell her, Libby! You wouldn't!"

"Well, it might slip out accidentally…." Libby smiled.

"Please! I beg of you!" Jimmy cried out.

"Come on, lover boy, let's get to class," Libby suggested, purposefully not responding to his plea.

"Call me that again and you're dead," Jimmy grumbled on their way out.

Later that day, during lunch period, Carl and Sheen were surprised to find Jimmy and Libby sitting at the same table.

"Libby, do you think you could burn me a CD?" Jimmy was asking as his two best friends sat down next to him.

"Sure!" music loving Libby agreed enthusiastically. "Just get me a list o' songs you want and—"

"Will this do?" Jimmy interrupted, handing her a few sheets of computer paper.

Libby's eyes widened when she read the title of the list.

"What is it?" Sheen piped up curiously.

"Jimmy, did you print this off Cindy's comp?" Libby asked him, ignoring Sheen's question.

Jimmy looked down and mumbled something unintelligible.

"OK," Sheen said, a confused look on his face.

"The next thing you know, you'll be askin' me to teach you to slow dance," Libby laughed. "You heard For My Love? Cindy used to slow dance to that with an imaginary partner."

Jimmy's face turned bright red.

"What are you talking about?" Sheen asked impatiently.

"Sorry, Sheen. We were just talking about Cindy," Jimmy explained. "I'm still trying to help her."

"And I still don't get why," Sheen grumbled, causing Jimmy to roll his eyes. "Which reminds me! Have you found her diary yet?"

"No. And even if I had, I wouldn't tell you," Jimmy added spitefully.

"Oh." Sheen looked dejected. "Hey! That means you mighta found it but you're not telling me!" he suddenly realized.

Libby and Jimmy burst out laughing at their dimwitted pal.

"Hmph," Sheen huffed. "This is no fun. Why is Libby here, anyway?"

Libby gasped in disbelief. "Gee, thanks a lot," she said sarcastically.

"No!" Sheen protested. "It's just that Jimmy's acting like a dork!"

"You know what, Sheen? You can just leave!" Jimmy snapped.

"Fine, I will!" Sheen shot back, standing to his feet. "And Carl's coming with me!" he added, grabbing one of Carl's arms and dragging him along. Carl looked after Jimmy and Libby, bewildered.

"Fine, see if I care!" Jimmy yelled after them. "What a loser."

"You know what? I don't appreciate you bein' mean to my Sheen," Libby spoke up in annoyance.

"Oh, really?" Jimmy shouted, standing to his feet. "Well, I don't appreciate Sheen being mean to my Cindy!"

Libby gasped, and Jimmy paled as he realized that everyone's eyes were on him. "Uh, I mean, uh…."

He buried his face in his hands and raced out of the cafeteria, laughter ringing in his ears.