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disclaimer: -sigh- and you wonder why I'm so depressed.
Reunited
Chapter 14 - Happily-Ever-After
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"So. Um. Where did Cindy and Jimmy go?" Sheen was rocking back and forth on his feet, hands behind his back. He looked innocent, but looks can be decieving.
Libby glared at him. "Nowhere."
They were almost all reunited now; with the group consisting of Libby, Sheen, Carl, Henry, Wade, and Ryan. The only people missing of course just happened to be Cindy and Jimmy...and they were busy.
Sheen's face fell. "Oh, c'mon Libby! You can tell me!"
Libby snorted. "Yeah, right!" She said sarcastically.
"BUT. I. AM. HIS. BEST. FRIEND." Sheen enunciated each word as if she were hard-of-hearing.
There were three choruses of "hey!" through the group, courtesy of Carl, Ryan, and Wade.
Libby rolled her eyes, and Henry looked amused.
Libby had been (not so formally) introduced to Wade and Ryan, and could see the obvious similiarties between Jimmy's old friends, and his new ones. Wade was the Sheen; loud, annoying, weird. Ryan was only somewhat like Carl; cautious, a little hesitant. Ryan was less clueless and much less prone to getting hurt.
"Calm down, best friend. I'm not dead," Came the amused voice of Jimmy Neutron, and seven heads turned towards him. Cindy was trailing behind him, looking nonchalant and a little pissed off, as usual. But Libby could tell that something had happened by the happy glint in her eyes. Oh, and by the way that her and Jimmy were holding hands. That was pretty much a straight give-away.
Libby smiled at Cindy, and she glared right back.
"Oh, I have to go to the bathroom!" Libby exclaimed, gaining the attention from all the guys surrounding her. After a few awkward looks and coughs, Libby grabbed Cindy's available hand and dragged her in the direction of bathrooms.
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As Libby pushed open the door the ladies' restroom, carefully checking each stall to make sure they were empty, she turned to Cindy, who was grumbling under her breath.
"Something is telling me that you don't have to go the bathroom." She sighed, hopping up to sit on the sink counter.
Libby smiled. "Where did you get that idea?"
Cindy rolled her eyes. "Okay, what do you want to know?"
Libby looked offended. "Oh, way to sound enthusiastic. I would think that you would be happy after your oh-so good friend (insert humble cough here) helped you and Jimmy on your quest to love and happiness." She haughtily crossed her arms turned her nose up at her.
Cindy broke into a smile then. She was grateful, after all. She supposed if Libby hadn't been there, aiding her with pep talks and not-so-subtle nudges in Jimmy's direction, then it was quite possible that none of the (good) things that had taken place wouldn't have happened at all.
After their love confessions, Cindy had smacked Jimmy for not answering her phone calls and emails. Then, he had called her a hypocrite, because she had done the same to him. They had gotten into a full-blown argument, right then and there, in the middle of the sidewalk, with an audience and all. After a good five minutes of fighting, they made up (this time, the audience cheering for a different reason) and made their way back inside, where they had gotten into another fight about the temperature of the building, of all things.
Despite the fact that they hadn't seen in each other in over two years, not much had changed.
"Oh yes, thank you. I couldn't have done it without all the little people who I stepped on to get to the top." Libby gaped at her mockingly before they both burst out laughing.
After their giggles died down, Libby got serious. "So, what really happened? Give me all the juicy details!"
"Well, we talked. And...we kissed." Cindy shrugged casually.
Libby stared at her for a moment. Then she became incredulous. "That's it?!"
Cindy eyes shifted around the room nervously, looking at everything but Libby. "Well, we might've..."
"Confessed your love to each other?" Libby asked eagerly.
"Sure. If that's how you want to put."
"Yeah, that's how I want to put it. But, if you don't mind me asking...how are you guys going to maintain a relationship when you're so far away?" she asked solemnly.
Cindy stared at her shoes mournfully. "I'm not sure. Trust, I guess."
Libby struggled to keep the lighthearted atmosphere alive. She sighed nostagically.
"Ah, I can see the phone bill going up already."
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"So, Jimmy...did you and Cindy GET IT ON?!" Sheen asked, waggling his eyebrows.
Jimmy shrugged. "Tell me what you mean when you say, 'get it on.' "
Sheen sighed. "Do I really-"
"Did you kiss her or not?!" Wade exclaimed, unable to keep it in any longer.
Jimmy rolled his eyes. "Well, sometimes boyfriends and girlfriends do that..."
Ryan grinned. "Good job, dude!"
Wade clapped him on the back. "You are officially un-single. I praise you."
Carl perked up, suddenly. "What? Jimmy's un-single?"
"Guys, don't use the word 'un-single.' It's not grammatically correct-"
"Who cares! This is a happy moment, you should be bragging about how good of a kisser she thought you were!" Sheen exclaimed, flailing his arms a little. Then he looked a little disturbed. "On second thought, no. Don't brag. Because it's Cindy. And if she finds out that we were talking about her..."
Jimmy, Sheen, Carl, and Henry all glanced at each other.
Jimmy shook his head. "Sheen's right. We shouldn't talk about her when she's not here."
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"Why do I get the feeling that they're talking about me?" Cindy asked. Libby shrugged.
"I'm tired of sitting in the bathroom, though. Wanna see if they really are or if you're just insane?" They both hopped off the counter.
"It's probably a little bit of both," Cindy said good-naturedly.
Both girls giggling some more, they made their way through the waning crowd (for it was already 5:30 p.m.) and to their group of boys.
Cindy, who had been perfectly fine talking and joking with Libby, froze right in her tracks as she saw a familiar figure in the crowd.
She nudged Libby. "Hey, are you seeing what I'm seeing?" She pointed to the person.
Libby peered over her shoulder. "Who is that?"
Cindy sighed. "I don't know, but it looks strangely like..."
"Jimmy, over here! I can't believe I found you here!" A sickly-sweet voice was carried across the general noise of the people in the Convention Center, and Cindy could've fainted, right then and there.
Betty Quinlan.
Cindy wasn't a genius like Jimmy; she didn't the odds/possibilities of Betty being at the Convention at the same day and time as they were. But she had a feeling that whatever consequences Betty brought with her weren't going to be good.
Cindy Vortex didn't believe in coincidences. But she wasn't going to let Betty ruin her happily-ever-after, either.
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This is a somewhat of a filler chapter, if you think about it. So don't be mad at the shortness. It's late at night and I'm going to bed...expect updates for my other stories soon! REVIEW.