'No way! H just squeezed my hand! Wither it was a, don't worry I'm scared too, or a, it's gonna be ok, it still helps!' Cindy thought to herself. She eased her grip, to scared to let go, to scared to hold on. He loosened his grip as well.
The roller car started to slowly slow down, and the G-forces lightened up a bit. "You okay?" Cindy heard Jimmy's sweet soft voice whisper, the same voice that he used in her dreams. She could tell he was really concerned.
"I'm good, a little freaked out, and probably ugly, but fine."
"Jimmy bit his tongue, 'Do I dare?' He decided to go ahead. "Unfeasible." He muttered through his lips.
"What?" Cindy said startled.
"I said that's impossible."
'What's that suppose to mean?' "How so?"
"I… mean you couldn't…." Jimmy took a deep breath, "couldn't possibly be more ugly than when you hopped into my transportation device." Jimmy finished, once again failing to say the truth. Hurt immediately registered on Cindy's face, but just as quickly disappeared. "Cindy! I didn't mean it like that!" Jimmy cried desperately as Cindy had started to run off, but not even she knew where to exactly.
"Really? James Neutron, cause that really leaves little room for misinterpretation, sides, why do you care?" Cindy said pretty defensively, yet something in his voice made her want to believe him. 'Since when did I let him know his comments affected me?' "Why do you care?"
"I just, don't like my guest to be unhappy. And I meant your hair…. Doesn't look a bit different from when we left the house." 'Since when did I start apologizing for teasing Cindy?'
'Well he did sort of kind of apologize I guess; but why?' "Thanks, for apologizing, just next time, make it a real apology by saying sorry somewhere in it." Cindy said a little harshly for having an apology just been given to her. But at the same time she couldn't stop the smile, which she often kept hidden, from creeping across her lips.
"Will do, Miss Vortex." Jimmy said adding a bow in there for comical relief, anything to change the atmosphere. Not that he didn't like standing, nervously, contemplating the way he may tell Cindy of his feelings, no for he cherished it. It was more a fear of rejection, and these moods were the ones that made him want to fess up, which is where the fear of rejection came in, what if she didn't like him? "So, now I'm gonna go use the restroom and you are going to go get the announcements, right?"
"Going." Cindy said turning toward the office. Before reaching her destination she reached the principal, Mr. Sandlake. "Mr. Sandlake, may I ask you a favor?"
"Sure, what can I do for you Miss Vortex?" The tall, sturdy principal said sticking his firm hands into his pockets.
"Would it be ok if I did the morning announcements today?"
"I'd let you, but I'm afraid that Jimmy is already responsible for those this morning." The principal said turning back toward the teachers lounge.
Cindy ran to catch up to him, "Couldn't we both do them?" She asked out of breath, she wasn't about to admit to Jimmy that she had lied in order to be with him, 'no because that would mean admitting I liked him, which I'm not ready to do just yet.'
"Well…" The principal said once again stopping, he wasn't sure how they would do it, but he saw the pleading in Cindy's eyes. "I guess, here they are, if you see Jimmy give them to him as well."
Cindy jumped about twice her normal jump height into the air, than ran off toward the lockers, half way down the hall she turned around a hollered, "Thanks!"
"Your welcome" Mr. Sandlake said, but Cindy was to far away to hear.
When she got to her locker it was obvious Jimmy hadn't been by yet. She put her backpack into the locker, and then grabbed what she needed for 1-3 hour classes. Closing her locker she swung around, just in time to hit Jimmy, who was heading to his locker across the hall, and knock all of her stuff and his to the floor. "Sorry," she said kneeling to the ground to pick up her stuff and eventually, to help Jimmy pick up his stuff. Before long they had everything all picked up, everything but two pieces of paper, which had fallen, face down about three feet from the collision.
Just by glancing at it Jimmy immediately knew that one of them was his, and he knew what it was, but the problem was, which one? For both pieces fell facedown, and both looked like it had just been written, not a crinkle or tear was on either sheet. Jimmy and Cindy both reached down and grabbed a sheet, each praying and hopping for it to be their own.