Disclaimer: I don't own Jimmy Neutron, and I definitely don't own Love Potion. I could only wish that I did. I'd not only like to thank them for creating a show that isn't only for kids, but for a show that teens can understand more.
Author's Note: This would take place right after the episode. I don't know, I had the urge to write something quick and post it. I'll hopefully be continuing my other fics soon, but if I get a lot of reviews with this, it'll help me to go on faster. Sheen seems a bit more straightforward than in the show, but who knows, this is him behind he scenes.
Dedication: Allison and Falisha. This is still the same… and you guys were actually shocked when you found out. Haha, well, good luck with the stories you are working on! Falisha when is the next chapter coming out?!?! Every time I get an e-mail saying a new chapter from you I always get something for FOP, not JN! *puppy eyes* Soon?
Couples: (Major) Libby/Sheen, Jimmy/Cindy
Thanks to: Everyone who reviewed and praised this story. I'm glad you like it. This is the second to last chapter, and you guys'll get the last chapter when I have at least 20 reviews. ^-^ That won't be too hard. I've actually been punctual with these bloody chapters. So, have fun reading. The awaited "kiss" is in the last chapter. So… if you want to see it, you'll have to review, now won't you? *grin* I'm not that mean, though.
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Confused Feelings
Chapter Three
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Jimmy knocked twice, waiting patiently for a response. Not receiving any answer, he opened the door slowly, in case she wasn't presentable or was in some situation she couldn't get out of too quickly. He looked around at his new surroundings: pink. It didn't surprise him that he found Cindy's room right away. He chose one that was across from his room, which he could see out the open window. He spied on her numerous times when he was alone and bored. Some things he would never tell anyone. Jimmy sighed, knowing that it wasn't what he should be thinking of, but then his gaze averted to the figure on the bed.
He felt his heart cringe in sadness as he looked down at her sleeping form. She looked so unhappy, the frown practically etched in stone. He didn't know he could ever experience such emotions towards something he was supposed to hate. His mind and heart were playing tricks on him, both shouting different things at him, catching his attention. He usually listened to his head for logic and guidance through tough times, but his heart seemed to overpower his emotions in this situation.
Jimmy neared the bed, walking slowly in case she indeed was awake and was ready to attack him; he had to be alert in her room. A part of him wanted to reach out and brush the stray tears that lingered on her cheeks, but the sane part of him wanted to keep his distance. He didn't want to instigate.
She stirred in her sleep, now laying directly on her back, rather than on her side facing him. She sighed, obviously awake now, but not opening her eyes. She felt as if they wouldn't open if she tried. Due to the pressure of the tears, she didn't want her eyes to open.
"What do you want?" her voice came out as a hoarse whisper, her eyes remained closed as she turned on her other side, facing away from him.
"I wanted to tell you…well, I don't know. I just came up here trying to make things right with you."
"That's nice of you," she replied with something other than sarcasm in her voice, "but I don't need anything from you. You've already caused enough damage. Leave. I don't want to have anything to do with you."
"Cindy, listen. I wanted to tell you that I'm an idiot when it comes to girls."
"I know that already."
He sighed softly and tried to collect his thoughts and proceed somewhere that would get him out of the hole he dug himself in. "I'm sorry."
"That's the best you can come up with? Get out!"
"Listen to me! What I said I meant and I would never take it back! So get off your high throne, your majesty and face facts. I'll be in the lab if you need me for anything besides arguing," he stated and started to leave.
"Wait," she said softly, but she knew he heard it.
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"Who taught you how to do that?!" she asked, breathless.
He shrugged, "I dunno, you seemed to like it." He smiled devilishly, noticing how breathless she actually was.
"Don't you think we're a bit young to be using tongue?"
"So?"
"Good point."
He paused, "Uh, mi diosa?"
"Yes?"
"Wait, you know what that means?"
"It means 'my goddess'," she said with a smile.
"Want to go to the Candy Bar?"
She gave him an innocent smile, "But don't you want to stay here?"
"I'm hungry, though. We can come back later and finish where we left off. I mean, if we ever want to finish."
"Fine, we'll go, but right after we're coming back. After ice cream."
"After ice cream."
"…and the music store."
"Music store? Fine, after the music store, and then the toy store."
"How about the mall?"
"The mall sounds good."
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His hand an inch away from the doorknob, he halted, but didn't turn around.
"What I said, I meant, too…"
"I don't know where that leaves us then."
"Hopefully someplace better than we've been lately," she replied, sitting up in her bed.
He turned around slowly to see her wiping the tears from her eyes.
"I don't want us to fight," he voice started cracking as she felt a fresh wave of tears reach the surface. "I want us to be friends."
Now, Cindy, his Cindy, was not known to cry under light circumstances. It must have been horrible to her for to start crying in front of him.
"Why now?"
"'Why now', what? I practically gave you all all-out confession and all you can say is 'why now'? Listen, I'm not lining myself up here to get shot down, I know you feel something for me, and I'm not letting it go down the drain."
He stood there, looking into her eyes like she had just said she would marry him then and there.
"Y-you care that much?"
"No kidding. I'm just about to go insane with everything that's going on. I don't want to cry anymore. I don't want to fight. I just want to be..."
"Be what?"
"Your girlfriend."
"Well, that can definitely be arranged," he said with a smile and a faint blush crossing his cheeks.
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Me: Hey, hope you liked that [has Chibi Libby in arms] and you'll review to make this little cutie happy.
Chibi Libby: [smiles and claps] Yup! Make me happy! [holds up Melty-Face] Or he gets it!
Chibi Sheen: [runs in, distressed] Not him! Anything but that! He's my favorite! I'll do anything you ask, my queen!
Chibi Libby: [an evil smile spreads across her face] Anything?
Chibi Sheen: [nods, not knowing what he's getting into] Anything!
Chibi Jimmy: [runs in with kiss marks all over his face and a scared Goddard-pup in his arms] It's a trap! Run for your life! [sees Cindy and starts running again]
Chibi Cindy: [yells] Come back!
Chibi Sheen: [shrugs] I'll do anything, I don't care. I have no shame. [smiles]
Chibi Libby: [wriggles out of my arms and hops down to the ground] Really?
Chibi Sheen: [hesitant] …yeah…
Chibi Libby: [eager] Will you be my boyfriend?!
Chibi Sheen: [phew] I thought you were going to ask for me to put ice cubes down my shorts. [realizes what she asked] Sure! I'll be your hunky super hero man.
Chibi Libby: [excited] Yay! [kisses him (G-rated sloppy kiss)]
Me: [confused] What just happened here? [can hear Chibi Jimmy yelling in the background for his mommy] Uh, I have to go save him… Please review! [runs off after them]
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End Note: Hehe, well, please review, and you shall get your final chapter soon! Thanks again to all the people that reviewed before! *hands you all cookies* and to those who like candy… *hands out assorted candy*. ^-^ *throws candy at certain people*
Reviews = Happy Me!
Chapters = Happy you! (as it's been pointed out, lol)
So, logically, the answer would be:
Reviews = Chapters!
Cross product… haha I actually do learn something in Algebra.
Oh, another thing… if any of you would like to do a joint story with me, e-mail me, I'd be glad to do something. We need more good stories around here. A lot of em' are great, but some just plain freak me out. I mainly love all of them. ^-^ Not out to judge. Just e-mail me or IM me and I'll be happy to do something with you.
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