Identities

Chapter 12 - Phase III: Hit-and-Runs (are the way to go)

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Cindy hoped it was all just a bad and strange dream.

Well, the part about Jimmy saying "I love you" was good, but seriously. SHE FAINTED ON HIM. She was mortified. Plus, she couldn't even find him now. It was like he had dropped off the face of the Earth, never to be found.

But then again, he probably shouldn't have told her that while she was in such a vulnerable state. She couldn't even keep her life together…how was she supposed to deal with this?

Jimmy could help her, maybe. But would things be awkward for them now? What if she couldn't ever face him again?

Maybe he was embarrassed, too. Maybe he thought she had fainted because of his confession, but it was more of the fact that she was extremely exhausted and all those weird memories from the past kept popping up while she was in his presence. His little declaration had just been the last straw, is all.

And she could've told him that, but no. He was nowhere to be found, and now she was sitting with Libby on her front porch, sipping coffee and trying to stop from bursting into tears.

Really. Because someone who has amnesia shouldn't be this stressed out.

Cindy sighed, and Libby gave her a sympathetic look. She had told Libby the whole entire story, from the time she had left the ice cream shoppe up until last night when she had passed out. And Libby had just sat there, nodding at times and gasping at others, giving her a hug after the story was finished and offering to hunt Jimmy down.

Cindy had shook her head and said, "It would be much more enjoyable if I could do it myself."

Now they were sitting in silence, and Libby took a deep breath, "I know where Jimmy is."

Cindy sharply looked towards Libby, her eyes narrowed. "What? Why didn't you tell me?"

Libby winced, "I'm sorry. I didn't want to make you more upset."

Cindy deflated. She could understand her reasoning. "So, where is the hit-and-runner?"

With a small chuckle, Libby replied, "Well, he's back at work. He was on vacation…that's the only reason he's in Retroville anyways. He's at NASA."

Cindy's eyes widened despite her casual and nonchalant expression. "Wow. He told me he loved me and then he runs away. Hm, but that was after he kissed me. When he had a girlfriend. And then he punched Married Man. After breaking up with his girlfriend. My life…is so screwed up." She tipped her head back and rested it on the back of the chair she was sitting in.

"Well…you're surprisingly…calm about this." Libby observed warily.

Cindy shrugged, her eyes closed. "You could say that I can't take much more of this."

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Because of her amnesia, Cindy had forgotten her e-mail address and password. She thought this was frustrating and amusing at the same time. So, with a little help from Libby, she made a new e-mail address, and in turn - with more help from Libby, found out Jimmy's e-mail address. And, well, e-mailed him.

To: brainblast801

From: greeneyedgoddess

Subject: You're better at running than I am, you know that?

Good job, Neutron. I didn't think you would have the courage to do it. I mean, what guy pours his heart out and then leaves the next morning?

Oh, right. Jerks do. On one-night stands.

…okay, that was a little out of line. Sorry. It's not your fault you had to leave, I guess. But it isn't my fault I passed out on you, so I guess neither of us are at wrong here, are we?

But I do need to tell you something. Something important. And I can't tell you it in a e-mail.

So…coming back to Retroville anytime soon? Or am I going to have to make a roadtrip?

- Cindy.

To: greeneyedgoddess

From: brainblast801

Subject: It's something I strive for everyday of my life.

You have amnesia, Cindy Vortex. You're not leaving Retroville, got it?

And I do apologize for leaving, and I hadn't even planned on leaving until my co-worker, Riley, called me this morning and told me there was an emergency. So please, wait until I come back. I still have a whole week of vacation left, I just don't know when I can come back.

And I don't blame you for passing out, Cindy. I probably shouldn't have put so much stress on you. It's my fault.

And you can tell me whatever you need to tell me in an e-mail, but why won't you?

Roadtrips are out of the question. You're going nowhere in your state.

- Jimmy.

To: brainblast801

From: greeneyedgoddess

Subject: It's a very valuable talent to have, really.

One, you are bossing me around. Don't boss me around. It agitates me. Don't agitate a person who has amnesia, Jimmy. How mean of you.

Two, don't guilt-trip me. It's not your fault. WE'RE BOTH INNOCENT.

Three, I can't tell you because it's sacred. Sort of. Don't doubt me.

Four, get your ass over here then! It's going to burst out of me.

Sound familiar?

- Cindy.

To: greeneyedgoddess

From: brainblast801

Subject: I know. Hence the reason I want to have it.

Sorry, I forgot that you're an independent woman who doesn't need a man in your life to make her happy. Those are actually you're exact words…about three years ago. Nice, huh?

Okay, I give up. We're both innocent. Right.

Sacred? Nice wording there, but seriously…I'm extremely curious now and I have an idea of what it is, but I don't want to be wrong so I'm not going to tell you.

And you know what? I'm coming in two days. Can you handle that?

- Jimmy.

To: brainblast801

From: greeneyedgoddess

Subject: Don't be a smart-ass with me!

Me, an independent woman who doesn't need a man in my life to make me happy?

Sure, that sounds about right.

Good, because I'm always right. Know that now, Jimmy Neutron.

Yes, sacred. Again, DON'T DOUBT ME. And you can tell me, because I won't laugh at you. You're probably right anyways, you genius, you.

Two days. I'll be counting the minutes.

Just kidding…that was weird.

- Cindy.

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The "sacred" thing she had to tell Jimmy really was about to burst out of her. When Libby left, she had given herself time to think about it, and decided that denying it was useless and yes-

She loved him. A lot, apparently.

Could she even wait two days? She sure hoped so.

She spun around in her father's computer chair (the computer was in his study), deep in thought. She jerked and glanced up when she heard a beep and realized she had another e-mail, and this time it wasn't from Jimmy.

To: greeneyedgoddess

From: supermodelbabe

Subject: (none)

So, you're the skank who stole my boyfriend, aren't you?

Well, I just wanted to tell you that it's NOT OVER YET.

I'm coming for you.

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Cindy gaped at the computer screen. She knew exactly who sent her the e-mail (ahem, the bitch Charlotte), so the real question here was, how the hell did she get her e-mail?

The only people that knew were Jimmy, Libby, and…Betty. She had e-mailed Betty because she had left her jacket in Betty's car a couple days ago and she wanted it back. There was no possible way that Libby (and she was pretty sure about Jimmy, too) could've given her e-mail address to Charlotte, so the only person that was left was Betty Quinlan.

Well, if she hadn't of thought Betty was evil and manipulative before, she sure did now.

Didn't anyone have a little sympathy for her? She had amnesia. That was her weapon of choice, but now it wasn't really working. This sucked.

And now, she had a crazy psychopathic woman after her with vengeance on her mind. Cindy might as well consider herself dead already.

And was Charlotte really a supermodel?

How was she supposed to compare with that?

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To: brainblast801

From: supermodelbabe

Subject: (none)

James, my dearest.

I'm so sorry about what happened at the restaurant last night. I just didn't know what to think, you, talking to some strange woman!

But I have decided to forgive you, of course! I do believe that you and me should get together, let's say, Friday night? We could go to dinner, since we didn't get to enjoy our last one. ;)

Oh, and don't worry about the little skank you were talking to at the restaurant. She's going to be taken care of.

Hugs and Kisses,

Charlotte.

To: supermodelbabe

From: brainblast801

Subject: No. Just no.

Charlotte, you broke up with me, and truthfully, I'm glad. I mean, we were already growing apart. I think it was time if we broke it off.

And the "skank" you're talking about is Cindy. And I have other plans, sorry.

And trust me, if you or ANYONE ELSE harms her in anyway, let's just say your modeling career will be cut short.

- Jimmy.

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I used the same e-mail addresses that's in dear sweetheart, if you didn't notice. Please review, you guys are being so nice. -smile- I love you all.

Sorry about the shortness, but I'll be busy this week and this will hold you guys over, right?