Author's Note: Okay, so my original plan was to post all the different stories at the same time, but seeing as I've got some major writer's block for both Jimmy Neutron: Evil Genius and Carl's story for Party at a Rich Dude's House, I figured I would post something. Sometimes that gets the creative juices flowing.
This is Libby and Sheen's story. It starts off right as they leave the group after arriving at the party. (Note the first asterisk in "Cindy's Story.")
Enjoy!
"Come on, Libby. Let's go find something to drink. There's bound to be good booze here." Sheen led Libby into the packed living room on a quest for liquor.
Libby shrugged and gave Cindy a sympathy smile as her boyfriend grabbed her hand and pulled her into the crowd.
"Sheen! What's up man?" some guy hollered across the room.
"Eddie! What are you doing here, man?" Sheen replied.
"I go to school with the guy throwing this thing. How do you know Eustace?"
"It's a long story," Sheen answered vaguely.
"Sheen, who's your friend?" Libby asked, smiling.
"Oh, right! Eddie, this is my girl, Libby. Libby, this is Eddie. He's on my comp. soccer team."
"Hey, Liddy," Eddie answered.
"It's Lib—"
"So, are you ready for the game next week? I heard the Cobras are pretty good," Eddie continued his conversation with Sheen.
Libby sighed. This always happened. Sheen's popularity started to grow once he ditched the Ultra Lord obsession and found a new love of soccer. And while she loved that Sheen had found his passion, Libby often found herself cut out of conversations because she had nothing to contribute.
Libby pulled her hand out of Sheen's. He paused his conversation and looked at her. "I'm gonna go grab a drink. Do you want anything?" she asked.
"Um…" Sheen thought out loud.
"You gotta try this beer. It's like imported from somewhere. It's super dope," Eddie recommended.
"What's it called?" Libby asked.
"I don't know. It's, like, German or something. Come on Sheen, I'll show you where it is. Then we can talk strategy with the guys for the game."
"You want to come, babe?" Sheen asked Libby.
Libby gave a faint smile and came up with an excuse, "No, I think I saw Britney over there. I'll go talk with her. Have fun." Libby didn't give him a chance to respond. She turned on her heels and walked in the opposite direction.
Libby took a deep breath. She needed to remind herself that Sheen had a life outside of her. She was learning to be okay with it, but sometimes she wished that she could be included in that part of his life.
Libby wandered around the living room for a while looking for anyone she might know. She found Jimmy rummaging through a cooler of beer. "Hey," Libby called. Jimmy turned around with a glare on his face. "Have you seen Sheen?"
"No, I thought he was with you?" Jimmy answered.
"Well, he ran into some teammates and they're talking about their game next week."
"Oh. Do you know where Eustace keeps the good stuff?" Jimmy asked pointing to the cooler.
"I don't know why I would know that, but maybe try the basement?" Libby replied.
"Good idea, Libby. Thanks," Jimmy smiled and wandered off.
"Why are guys so stupid?" she muttered to herself.
"Tell me about it," a girl said walking up to the cooler.
"Sorry, I was just thinking out loud," Libby replied, embarrassed that she had been caught talking to herself.
"No, seriously. The guys here are complete dipshits. They're either stuck up rich kids or super jocks that are dumber than a box of rocks."
Libby laughed nervously, knowing exactly where Sheen fell on that spectrum. "Uh, I'm Libby."
"Elise. Do you go to Westwood Academy? I haven't seen you around before," the girl replied.
"No, I go to Retroville High. I kind of feel out of place here."
"God I wish I went to public school. Westwood Academy is full of 'the elite youth of Retroville.' That's a total load of crap."
Libby laughed again, this time for real. "What do you mean?"
"It's just a bunch of spoiled brats whose parents paid for them to go there. My parents made me apply for a scholarship and I got in. They thought that it would be good for me to socialize with 'students who value a good education.' Which they don't. Everybody just pays their teachers off so that they get the grades they want."
"Well, I'll tell you right now that public school isn't much better. Everyone has their cliques, and everybody is trying to get dirt on everyone else."
"Yeah, that's what I've heard," Elise said as she dug through the cooler. "Ugh! There's no freaking soda anywhere in this god-forsaken house!"
"Let me guess, you're the DD?" Libby asked.
Elise nodded. "Yeah, I don't drink. But don't feel like you can't drink. I have an alcohol allergy, so I literally can't drink alcohol."
"That's a thing?" Libby asked.
"Yeah, it's got something to do with enzymes and histamines and other medical stuff I know nothing about."
"I should introduce you to my friend Carl. He's got all sorts of weird allergies."
Elise smiled. "So, how do you know our lovely host for the evening? Apparently it was a tough guest list to get on to."
"Um… I'm actually not even supposed to be here. My friends and I sort of crashed this party," Libby laughed. "Eustace is an old enemy of my friend Jimmy."
Elise laughed. "No way? That's awesome. I hope you guys don't get caught."
"I'm pretty sure Eustace would get in more trouble for giving minors alcohol than we would for trespassing."
"Wait, is your friend Jimmy Neutron?" Elise changed the subject.
"Yeah, do you know him?"
"Well, not personally, but who doesn't know Jimmy? He's the smartest kid around."
"Well, you just missed him. He was the 'stupid guy' I was referring to when you walked over," Libby explained.
Elise shook her head. "Even the smart ones are dumbasses. Hey, I'm gonna go look for a soda, do you want to help me look?"
Right before Libby could answer, Sheen walked up. "Hey, babe. There you are. I've been looking all over for you." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Who's this?"
"This is Elise. She goes to Westwood Academy with Eustace."
Elise stuck her hand out to shake hands, "Hi. Nice to meet you…"
"Sheen," he obliged by shaking her hand.
"Sheen," Elise repeated. "Well, Libby looks like you've got other plans. It was nice talking with you. Maybe I'll see you around." Elise smiled and walked toward the kitchen.
"What were you talking about?" Sheen inquired.
"Just comparing schools. So did you guys come up with some killer plays for your game next week?"
Sheen shrugged. "I don't know. Most of those guys were already trashed, so I don't think they'll remember what we talked about."
A group of girls walked passed Libby and Sheen giggling and whispering. Libby shifted uncomfortably. She knew that move. Those girls were talking about her.
Sheen, oblivious to the girls, but not to Libby's mood change, asked, "Are you okay?"
Libby nodded. "Of course. I'm with you, why wouldn't I be? Look, there's Cindy," Libby changed the subject. "I wonder why she's sitting by herself."
"Oh my god. Is that Carl flirting with that drunk chick?" Sheen stifled a laugh.
"Hi, Sheen," a girl said seductively as she walked past.
"Hi?" Sheen replied.
"Who is that?" Libby asked.
"I have no clue. Probably one of the guys' girlfriends or something," Sheen answered, referring to his teammates.
"Hey, uh, Libby?" a girl tapped Libby on the shoulder.
"Oh, hey, Alayna," Libby smiled.
"Um, have you talked to Britney at all?"
"No, I haven't seen her."
"Well, she's going around telling everyone that Sheen," Alayna paused to look at Sheen, "is hooking up with as many girls as he can. Like he's got some huge goal or something."
"She's what?!" Libby yelled. "Why is she doing that?"
Alayna shrugged. "I think she said something about being pissed that you were here, even though you weren't invited. I don't know what her deal is."
"It's not like she was invited. She's only here because her boyfriend goes to school with Eustace."
"Hey, Sheen. Come find me when you're done with those two," another girl walked by ogling Sheen.
"Sheen!" Libby yelled.
"I didn't do anything!"
"Good luck," Alayna gave Libby a sympathetic smile before walking away.
"Libby, I swear to god I haven't done anything. When have I ever given you a reason to doubt me?"
Libby sighed, "You're right. I'm sorry. It's just that I get kind of insecure."
"Libby, I promise you I haven't done anything with anybody. I love you. You know that."
"I love you too," Libby replied. Sheen smile and gave Libby a light kiss.
"Gross," Jimmy stated as he walked up to Libby and Sheen.
"Someone's hammered," Sheen smiled smelling the alcohol on Jimmy's breath, and noticing the bottle of Jack in his hand.
"Yeah, Eustace was hiding all the good stuff downstairs. You were right, Libby," Jimmy replied. "Speaking of downstairs, their starting a game of Truth or Dare. Come play!" Jimmy started walking back toward the basement.
"That kid is totally trashed!" Libby laughed.
"I wouldn't expect any less. We forced him here, and he wouldn't give up the opportunity to drink Eustace dry. Do you want to go play Truth or Dare?" Sheen asked.
"It's kind of cheesy, but sure," Libby replied. She followed in the direction Jimmy was headed.
When they made it to the basement, they saw a few kids from Retroville High. As Libby took a closer look, it was all the popular kids: people who are always invited to every party. Nick Dean was explaining the rules of the game.
"Okay, so if the person picks truth, everyone has to take a drink. If the person picks dare, they have to complete the task. If they can't or won't complete the task, they have to take a shot. Got it?"
"So how extreme can we get?" someone asked.
"It's free game, bro," Nick replied. He started scanning the room. "Let's start with…Neutron."
Jimmy rolled his eyes. Libby gripped onto Sheen's hand tightly. With Nick and Jimmy, there was bound to be a fight.
"Truth or dare, Neutron?" Nick asked.
"Truth," Jimmy stated.
"Pussy," Nick muttered as everyone took a drink.
"If you didn't want people to pick truth, then don't make it an option," Jimmy retorted.
"Fine, there's a question I've been wanting to ask you anyway. Have you and Cindy fucked?"
"Excuse me?" Jimmy questioned.
"It's a simple question man: have you, or have you not fucked Cindy Vortex?" Nick interrogated.
Jimmy glared at Nick. "Why do you care?"
Libby gave Sheen a concerned look. She knew where this was headed. Sheen gave Libby's hand a squeeze, released it, and stood up. "Jim, I don't think now is—"
"No, shut up Sheen. I wanna know," Jimmy interrupted. "Nick?"
"Well, I'm just curious if you got her to scream like I did," Nick smirked.
Jimmy started to move toward Nick, ready to punch. Sheen intercepted, "Okay, Jim. Thanks for playing." Sheen started pushing Jimmy out of the room. In a hushed tone Sheen said to Jimmy, "You don't want to do that."
"Get out of my way Sheen. I need to go beat the shit out of Nick."
Libby wandered over. "Jimmy? He's not worth it. You'll lose that fight, and you know it."
"Whatever, fuck you guys," Jimmy stumbled up the stairs.
"Let me know how it goes, Neutron!" Nick laughed.
Libby rolled her eyes, "Dude, what the hell?"
"What, he's gonna go and get all offended after the first round? The guy's a pussy."
Libby was about ready to beat Nick herself. "You only asked that question to get a rise out of him."
"It's free game, bro," Nick reminded Libby. "Besides, it's not my fault that he's jealous that I got to Cindy first."
"God, Nick, how shallow can you be?" Libby sneered.
Nick laughed, "Whatever, dude. If Jimmy ever gets laid, let me know."
Libby rolled her eyes and walked into one of the empty rooms in the basement. There, she found a bottle of rum. She tried to open it, but Sheen took it from her hands.
"You don't need any more alcohol right now," Sheen explained after Libby gave him the death glare.
"Where does Nick get off? He thinks that just because he's cool and popular, he can do whatever he wants. And why is it his business who people have or haven't slept with? He pisses me off," Libby raged.
"You need to take a deep breath and relax, babe," Sheen recommended.
"I mean, so what if Jimmy hasn't slept with anyone? That's his business, not Nick's, or anyone else's."
Sheen laughed and shook his head in disbelief.
"What's so funny?" Libby interrogated.
"Jimmy's had sex. A few times," Sheen explained.
"What? He has? With who?" Libby suddenly wasn't so angry anymore.
"I thought it wasn't any of our business?" Sheen teased.
Libby gave him a stern look.
"Look, it's not my business to tell," Sheen stated. "It can't be any surprise to you that guys talk about that kind of stuff. I mean, no offense, but why would Jimmy tell you in the first place?"
"Okay, well, first of all, I'm pissed that you never told me. I look stupid now. Second, I guess you're right. Jimmy and I really are only friends because of you. I mean, in what world would I be friends with a big nerd like Neutron?" Libby laughed.
"Yeah, well that 'big nerd' helped me pass my mid-terms so he's sticking around whether you like it or not."
"Yeah, I guess we should go find him and make sure he's all right," Libby suggested. They walked back out to hear the Truth or Dare game still going on.
"Nick, truth or dare?" Wendell asked.
"Your dares have been shit, Wendell, so I'm going with truth," Nick answered.
"Whatever, man," Wendell said taking a drink. "Do you think you could get Cindy to sleep with you again?"
"Hell, yeah! If she gets drunk enough, I could make it happen tonight," Nick smirked.
Wendell added, "Wanna raise the stakes and make that a bet?"
"Oh my god! Stop talking! My best friend is not a conquest!" Libby yelled.
Just as Nick was about to retaliate, a drunk girl came barreling down the stairs.
"Guys!" The girl walked downstairs so she wouldn't have to yell. "You know that girl, Cindy Vortex? Well apparently Eustace was trying to get her drunk so he could sleep with her. It didn't work, obviously, and she kneed him in the dick!" the girl started drunkenly laughing.
Nick turned and looked at Libby, "Sounds like your friend might be a conquest. Jimmy better hurry up before that spoiled rich kids beats him to it."
Libby punched Nick in the face. "Ow, fuck!" Libby screamed. "That was stupid!"
"What the fuck, you psychotic bitch!" Nick held on to his face. "Estevez, why don't you do something about your psycho girlfriend?"
Sheen smiled, "I think she's got it covered. Come on, Libby. Let's go get ice for your hand." Sheen led Libby back upstairs. They made their way into the kitchen. Sheen set the unopened bottle of rum on the counter and lifted his girlfriend so she was sitting on the countertop.
Sheen filled a bag with ice. He brought it over to her. "Can you move your fingers?" Sheen asked.
"Barely," Libby cringed at the pain. She grabbed the ice with her good hand and placed it on her knuckles, wincing at the pain.
"Babe, that was awesome! What came over you?"
Libby smiled, "Thanks. I don't know. I'm just sick of Nick always acting like he's a god or something. Not every girl wants to have sex with him."
"Right, but Cindy did sleep with him didn't she?" Sheen carefully asked.
"Well, yeah, but they were dating at the time. Nick's one of those guys that will date a girl just so he can get in her pants. As soon as he sleeps with them, he dumps them. He's a piece of shit."
"Damn, I didn't know that. Cindy never said anything."
"No offense, baby, but Cindy doesn't tell you a lot of things," Libby gave Sheen a sympathetic smile.
"And that is a relief! I can barely handle the stuff she does tell me!" Sheen laughed.
Libby joined in the laughter. She shifted the ice on her hand. "Ah!"
"Does it still hurt?"
"Yeah, you know what would make it better? Booze," Libby smiled as she reached for the rum, that was now gone. "Hey, someone took our rum!" Libby slid off the counter. "Come on, let's find something else to drink."
Sheen followed right behind her.
Libby and Sheen wandered back down to the basement. Libby was greeted with applause. Nick was nowhere to be seen. People had mentioned that he went to the hospital because Libby broke his nose, but nobody believed them.
Someone suggested playing Never Have I Ever, so everyone sat down. The rules of the game were simple: someone shares something that they've never done before. If a player has done that thing, they have to take a drink and tell the story.
"Okay, um," Alayna, Libby's friend, thought out loud. "Never have I ever kissed someone else's boyfriend."
Britney laughed and took a drink. She was the only one.
"Okay, Britney, tell us the story."
"Okay, well, it was a few weeks ago at Butch's party. And this guy didn't come to the party with his girlfriend. We were talking. And drinking," Britney giggled. "And next thing I know we're making out!"
"Britney! You're horrible!" Alayna laughed. "Is the guy still with his girlfriend?"
"Um, yeah."
"Who is it?"
"Sheen," Britney stated matter-of-factly.
All eyes turned to look at Sheen and Libby. Sheen was glaring at Britney, and Libby was holding back tears. She stood up and ran back upstairs.
"Thanks a lot, Britney," Sheen said as he followed Libby upstairs.
"Don't play the game if you can't handle the consequences!" Britney hollered after him.
"Libby! Libby!" Sheen yelled when he got upstairs. He found Carl talking to another girl. "Carl, have you seen Libby?"
The girl turned around. It was Elise. "Hey! Sheen right? We haven't seen Libby. We were, uh, looking at Carl's virtual llama farm."
"Dude, I'm really sorry," Sheen started.
"No! It's fine. I have one too. We were linking our accounts," Elise explained.
"You're joking, right?" Sheen smiled.
"Sheen, be cool," Carl muttered.
Sheen laughed, "We are gonna talk about this later, buddy, but right now I need to find Libby."
"Is everything okay?" Carl asked.
"No, Britney is being a piece of shit and now Libby's upset with me for something I didn't do. DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE LIBBY FOLFAX IS!?" Sheen shouted right as the song ended.
"Shut the fuck up dude! She's outside," someone hollered back.
"Thank you!" Sheen replied. Carl shook his head in disbelief as Sheen raced to the back door.
Sheen scanned the yard, finally spotting Libby. "Hey," he said as he reached her.
"I don't want to talk to you!" Libby stated.
"But I didn't do anything!"
"You lied to me! You said you didn't go to that party."
"I didn't. I was babysitting my sister and her friends at her slumber party, remember? I was Snapchatting you all night," Sheen explained. "They painted my toes, remember?" he said in a hushed tone.
Libby laughed and wiped the tears from her cheek. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I believe everything Britney says. It's just, sometimes I can't believe that you actually like me."
"What are you talking about? I'm the lucky one. You're gorgeous, kind, smart, funny, you're the total package, babe. I would never cheat on you. No one even comes close to you. I love you."
Libby replied by pulling Sheen into a deep kiss. She winced and pulled away when her bruised hand brushed by his ear.
"Does your hand still hurt?"
"Yeah, but I'll be okay. Come on," Libby led Sheen back into the house.
Sheen smiled, he could tell what was on Libby's mind. "Are you sure? You don't want to go somewhere a bit more private?"
"I mean the only other option is to go home. Should we go find them?"
"Yeah, we've definitely overstayed our not-welcome," Sheen laughed. "I just saw Carl like ten minutes ago. He can't have gone far. By the way, guess who he was talking to?"
"Who?"
"That girl you met, Elise, was that her name?"
"No way? That's awesome. She seems really cool."
Sheen showed Libby where he had last seen Carl, but he was nowhere to be found. "Well, why don't you look for Jimmy and Cindy? I'm gonna go outside and see if I can get ahold of Carl."
Libby nodded as Sheen walked back outside.
"Hey, have you seen Jimmy Neutron?" Libby stopped a random guy. She figured most people at least knew who Jimmy was.
"No, but did you hear about him and Cindy?" the kid waggled his eyebrows before walking away.
That's weird. Libby thought. "Hey, have you seen Cindy Vortex?" Libby asked another random person.
The girl smirked, "No, but I heard that she and that Jimmy kid are hooking up."
The girl started to walk away but Libby stopped her, "Explain please."
The girl huffed, annoyed that she had been interrupted. "So you heard about how Eustace tried to feel Cindy up right?" Libby just nodded. "Right, so after Cindy kneed him in the dick, Jimmy followed her outside. No one's seen them since."
"So that automatically means that their hooking up?" Libby asked skeptically.
"Well, some people say they saw them walk upstairs together, but I haven't confirmed that detail yet. Excuse me," the girl weaseled her way past Libby.
Libby had a dumbfounded look on her face. She pulled out her phone to call Cindy. She didn't answer. She tried again. No answer. That could mean anything. Libby thought to herself.
Sheen wandered back over. "I couldn't get ahold of Carl. I called Jimmy too, but his phone must be off or dead."
"I couldn't find Cindy either. Why don't we just go upstairs?" Libby suggested.
"Okay!" Sheen beamed. "I mean. Yeah, sure." Sheen tried to act aloof as he took her hand and pulled her toward the staircase.
Libby just laughed as she followed him upstairs. As soon as they were upstairs, Sheen rounded the corner and started running.
"What happened to the cool-mannered guy I was just with downstairs?" Libby joked.
"That guy's lame. Besides, you fell in love with an adorable goofball," Sheen replied as he found an empty bedroom. He pulled Libby inside and closed the door.
When Libby woke up the next morning, she smiled at Sheen who was sprawled out, snoring. She picked up her phone to call Cindy. She was never able to get ahold of her best friend. Libby was a little worried. Cindy's phone went straight to voicemail. Libby knew that meant she had either turned her phone off, or it was dead.
Libby shook Sheen until he woke up. Sheen groaned as he opened his eyes. "Morning, beautiful," he yawned.
"Good morning. Get dressed. We've got some MIA friends to find," Libby said as she got out of bed.
"I'll try calling Carl," Sheen offered as he sat up.
"Hey, Carl," Sheen said into his phone. "Sorry, we ditched you…what do you mean you just got back?...With who?...Are you serious? Way to go, Carl! Oh, by the way, have you seen Jimmy or Cindy? Libby and I can't get ahold of either of them…Okay. We'll just meet you at the spot. See ya."
"What was that all about?" Libby asked as she motioned for Sheen to zip up her dress.
"Carl was out with Elise all night. They just got back," Sheen replied zipping Libby up.
"Wow, really? That's awesome. What were they doing?"
"Well, Carl says they were star-gazing but I don't believe him," Sheen smiled suggestively.
"Oh, quit being gross! What did he say about Jimmy and Cindy?"
"He hasn't heard from them, but he said just to meet at the spot and they're bound to show up."
"That's true. Alright, mister. Let's go," Libby said as she opened the bedroom door to leave.
Sheen and Libby wandered downstairs to a disaster of a house. The foyer was trashed, there were bottles everywhere.
"Damn, Eustace has some cleaning ahead of him," Libby commented.
"Whatever, I bet he has people who clean it for him…or he'll just buy a new house," Sheen replied.
The couple made their way out the backdoor and spotted Carl sitting in the grass by the hole in the fence.
"Hey, how's your hand by the way?" Sheen asked Libby.
"I kind of forgot about it," Libby looked at her hand. Her knuckles were bruised, but it didn't really hurt anymore. "Can we not tell everyone about that? It's kind of embarrassing."
"What? No it's not, Libs. You were defending your friends. Besides, that rumor is gonna spread like wildfire," Sheen explained.
"Not if Nick has a say in it. He's not gonna let people believe he was punched by a girl," Libby laughed.
Sheen laughed as they approached Carl.
"Hey guys, how was your night?" Carl asked calmly.
"Don't avoid the subject! You've got some explaining to do, buddy," Sheen said.
"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to ditch you guys. Elise and I fell asleep star-gazing," Carl defended himself.
"I don't care about you ditching us. We want to know all about your night with Elise," Sheen waggled his eyebrows.
"Hush," Libby said to Sheen. "Carl, you don't have to tell him anything you don't want to."
"Please?" Sheen begged as he sat next to Carl.
"Maybe later," Carl replied with a sly smile.
Libby sighed in defeat as she sat down next to Sheen.
About ten minutes later Libby heard someone walk up to them. "Hi." it was Cindy.
Libby turned around. "Oh my god, Cindy where the hell have you been?! I called you until my phone died," that was a lie.
"Sorry, we didn't have a time we were planning on meeting, and my phone died too," Cindy replied. "Have you been waiting here all night?"
Libby blushed, "Well, no. Sheen and I woke up this morning. He called Carl to apologize only to find out that Mister Hot Shot found himself a girl and they ditched the party to go star gazing. He just got back," Libby smiled, giving Cindy eyebrow messages.
"Oh yeah, Jimmy told me about that," Cindy answered.
"Jimmy? When were you with Jimmy?" Libby questioned, remembering the rumors she had heard.
"Umm, I ran into him last night and asked him if Carl was ready to leave. That's when he told me," Cindy said.
Libby nodded and glanced down at Cindy's feet. "Honey, where are your shoes?"
"Umm…"
"Cindy, I saw your shoes as I was walking out. Jesus, were you so trashed last night that you couldn't remember where you left them?" Jimmy came wandering over.
"Shut up, I was not trashed," Cindy replied as she slipped her shoes on.
"Are you guys ready to go?" Carl asked as he stood up.
Everyone else followed suit and wandered back to the car. It felt a million miles away.
"Sorry I couldn't park closer. Elise used the valet, so we just took her car last night," Carl explained.
"Yeah, Carl, tell us all about your night of 'star gazing,'" Sheen said suggestively.
"Oh hush, Sheen. If Carl wants to tell you about it, he will," Libby playfully slapped Sheen's arm.
The drive home was quiet. Jimmy had graciously offered Libby the front seat, since he and Cindy would be the first to be dropped off. At the moment, Libby didn't think much of it, but during the ride, she casually glanced back and saw Jimmy stealing glances at Cindy. Libby was starting to believe the rumors she'd heard.
Carl stopped in front of Cindy's house.
"Thanks, Carl," Cindy said sleepily.
"Yeah, thanks," Jimmy said as he opened the car door. Cindy slid out after him and walked around to Libby's side of the car.
"Do you want me to stay, Cindy?" Libby asked.
Cindy shook her head, "No, thank you. I need to shower and get some sleep. Text me later though?"
Libby nodded, "Will do. See you later."
Carl drove off.
"So, Libby, do you want to tell me about punching Nick Dean?" Carl asked casually.
"Sheen, I thought you weren't going to tell," Libby turned around to glare at her boyfriend.
"I didn't say anything!" Sheen defended himself.
"No, I heard it from some guy. I couldn't believe it, until they told me why," Carl explained. "That's nice of you to stick up for your friends like that."
"Well, whatever, Nick Dean is a perverted piece of shit. He had it coming," Libby stated. "That's not even the craziest thing about last night. Did you guys hear the rumor that Cindy and Jimmy hooked up?" Libby asked.
"Wait, what? They did? How come they didn't say anything?" Sheen perked up. He knew his best friend liked Cindy, but was too stubborn to do anything about it.
"Well, it's just a rumor. I couldn't get anybody to specifically confirm or deny it," Libby explained.
"I just took it that they were tired, but they were acting really quiet during the car ride," Carl mentioned.
"Yeah, and since when does Jimmy give up shotgun?" Sheen added.
"You know what else?" Libby said. "He was checking her out. He didn't see me looking, but he was staring at her during the ride over to their neighborhood."
"We gotta get them to come clean," Sheen smiled.
"Are you suggesting another Jimmy/Cindy interrogation?" Carl asked nervously. "The last one didn't go so well for me."
"Suck it up, Wheezer," Sheen said.
"Okay, so you guys work on Jimmy, and I'll talk to Cindy. I have a feeling it's gonna work this time," Libby explained.
The last time they had one of their famous Jimmy/Cindy interrogations had been to get them to admit they liked each other. It had not ended well. Jimmy had thrown a fit and nearly blasted Carl's head off (they had unfortunately chosen to interrogate him while he was fixing his rocket). Cindy got so upset with Libby she didn't talk to her for a whole day (which was a big deal).
Carl pulled over to let Libby out. "Good luck you two. Jimmy seems pretty soft right now, what with his hangover and everything. It might be a good time to talk to him," Libby said.
"Good luck to you too, babe. You're gonna rock it," Sheen leaned out the window and gave Libby a quick kiss.
Libby walked inside her house. She had some planning to do.
A/N: Okay, so there were some cheesy parts in this one, but it was kind of fun to write about Sheen and Libby.
I thought that ending it this way would be okay, because we know from "Cindy's Story" that what happens later. I may edit and update this story though. Keep an eye out.