Disclaimer: I don't own Jimmy Neutron. The quotes in bold were taken from a thread on physicsforums dot com.

A/N: Cindy's thoughts and her chat with Libby are coming up in the next chapter.

Jimmy

Sometimes luck is on my side, and last night it most certainly was. I not only got to help Cindy with her math homework, but I also got to make out with her. I couldn't have been happier when she called to tell me that her piano lesson was canceled. The odds of that happening were very slim – it really was a pleasant surprise indeed.

I spent some time looking up "love" and "infatuation" on an online physics message board that I belong to. One person's findings concluded that boys and girls can develop "crushes" or an infatuation with each other at a very young age.

One forum member had this to say about it: Kids between 10-12 start to 'notice' the opposite sex and some may even show feelings of strong love for one. But the thing is they don't show this feeling to anyone of the opposite sex, even if others are attractive or physically appealing as well. At that age people are not fully aware of society so any love is purely from the heart without much consideration to any other matters that adults consider like wealth etc. This raises the question whether preteen love is very 'accurate'?

Another forum member had his own thoughts about the issue: A 10 year-old's idea of a good lover is not quite as refined as it should be, which means a relationship starting at the age of 10 will probably not last forever.

I mulled over these comments for a moment. Since we are both eleven years old, we are technically considered to be preteens. And my feelings for Cindy are very strong. I haven't felt this way about anyone before. But was what I was feeling infatuation or love? And would our relationship last forever, or just a few weeks or months?

I closed out my browser window and abandoned my chair. Society may tell me I'm too young to date, to kiss, or to even have an intimate moment with someone, but I was no longer going to worry about what society thought. I didn't feel the least bit guilty making out with Cindy. I've seen kids a year or two younger than I was experimenting with French kissing and making out, so why couldn't I? I could tell Cindy enjoyed it as much as I did. I was looking forward to doing it again.

I just wish her mother wasn't so restrictive about what she can and can't do. My adventures have not been the same without her on them, and I find myself spending more and more time either cooped up in my room or the lab all day with nothing to do. Cindy's been showing signs of burnout and depression, too. I wish I could take it all away so she could be happy.

I really like her. Not just a little bit, but a whole lot. From her long blonde hair, soft, perfect skin, and soft pink lips to her intelligence. I couldn't imagine how my life would be if she were ever ripped out of it forever. I cared for Cindy a great deal.

I left the lab and retired to my bedroom for the evening. I couldn't wait to see Cindy at school again tomorrow.

I woke up earlier than usual the next morning to send Cindy a text message. I was hoping maybe she could get out of the house early so we could spend a little time together before school. She answered me back a minute or two later with a "yes." I punched my fist in the air triumphantly. If there's a will, there's a way. Working around Cindy's mother's hectic schedule would be tough, but we could do it. Early morning mini-dates were a good idea. It would help take the edge off of having to wait for weeks until we could arrange another evening date, and since Cindy did not have any early morning activities, it would be easy for her to leave the house early for school without her mother becoming too suspicious. She would think Cindy was going to school early to get a head start on everyone else so that she wouldn't be late. It would work. It had to.

I left my house at around a quarter of eight. School didn't start until 8:45, and it only took fifteen minutes to walk to school, so we had a little time to talk and maybe share a kiss or two.

I walked a few blocks until I could see Cindy sitting on the sidewalk outside of Libby's house waiting for me. We agreed that this would be our meet-up place before school or any dates we might have. She was reading one of our novels for English class, so she didn't see me approach her. I sat down next to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up from her book and gave me a tiny, nervous smile. As silly as this sounds, I was actually quite flattered that I made her nervous. She is the only girl I've ever had this effect on.

I could feel her shiver when I caressed her arm. I hope she kept on doing whatever she did to keep her skin feeling so soft. I never tired of giving Cindy attention, even though I still wasn't very good at showing her how I felt.

After I caressed her arm, I grabbed her hand and helped her off the sidewalk. She put her book back into her book bag and we walked to school hand-in-hand. We were very quiet this morning. Neither one of us could think of a thing to talk about.

Once we arrived at school, we set our things at the bottom of the steps and sat down. I put my arm around her waist and we looked at each other for a moment. Then, just like last night, I found myself closing my eyes and leaning in until my lips touched hers. I decided to practice my French kissing again, so I kissed her slowly, softly probing my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue stayed in perfect sync with mine. It too, just like her skin, was so wonderful. She tasted like apples. My new kissing style was starting to become more natural to her and I could tell that she was becoming a little more comfortable with it. I didn't dare rush our makeout sessions – they were not only intimate (at least by an eleven-year old's standards), but very special for both of us.

We were about ten minutes in when we heard the noise of kids starting to arrive. I had to break the kiss so that no one would see us. She looked as if she might cry, and I was equally disappointed that our time together was so brief. I gave her a quick hug and went inside the school building. Cindy wanted to wait for Libby, so she stayed behind.

I met up with Sheen and Carl at my locker and we started discussing our usual topics – science, llamas, and Ultra Lord. So far, they didn't appear to have the slightest clue what Cindy and I have been up to and I hope it stayed that way. For now, life was good, and Cindy and I were blissful.