A/N: This story will end at six chapters because it is becoming really
boring. I mean, this plot can only last for so long. So here is the third
to last chapter, enjoy!!! You know what I realized? In my last author's
note I said I was waiting for my dad to get him, I meant get in, I am
obviously on crack.
Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Neutron, if I did I would have better ideas. I also do not own the song, "I Love a Rainy Night" by Eddie Rabbitt although I wish I did because it rules. On with the story.
Chapter Four: I Love a Rainy Night
Well, I love a rainy night I love a rainy night Watch the lightning When it lights up the sky You know it makes me feel good Well I love a rainy night It's such a beautiful sight I love to feel the rain on my face Taste the rain on my lips In the moonlight shadow
Showers wash all my cares away I wake up to a sunny day 'Cause I love a rainy night Yes I love a rainy night Well I love a rainy night I love a rainy night
Repeat
Puts a song In this heart of mine Put a smile on my face every time
'Cause I love a rainy night Yes I love rainy night Ooh I love a rainy night Yeah I love a rainy
Sheen's POV
Libby and I were really starting to worry about Jimmy and Cindy. I called both Cindy and Jimmy, but neither of them seemed to be in sight. I knew that Nick would not hear of the pair going out together. I mean, I could see it, but it was unlikely. I have a feeling that they are together, but not under choice circimstances.
"Hey Libby, I have feeling that they are in the woods," I said.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because of ultra-," I started.
"SHEEN!!!" Libby screamed.
"What???" I asked
"Shut up before I kick you in your ultra ass, now let's go look before I lose my cool," said Libby, very testily I might add.
So we set off into the woods. It's very creepy out there. And I'm not the protective boyfriend type, Libby is more of the protector, I'm a little wimpy. Okay, I'm a lot wimpy. I worship a doll, clears throat, I mean an action figure. Yet for some reason Libby tolerates me. Heaven knows why.
So deep in the throws of my thoughts, it started pouring. I took off my slicker and handed it to Libby. Just because I am a wimp does not mean that I am not a gentleman. Libby accepted it, but she she covered me up with it too. White boys freeze, but they can play funky music (A/N:I solute you Wild Cherry, quite funny, considering the members of the band are white.
When we got deeper into the woods, I saw an abandoned house. I knew that Cindy and Jimmy were in there. The mark on my hand burned. Ahh, I'll have to explain, Jimmy and I have marks on our hands that burn whenever the other is in trouble, but they only burn when you are near their destination. This served two perposes, I knew Jimmy was still alive (if it is burning blue, as it was, they are living, if it is red, they are dead) and he was in that house. I told Libby what I knew.
"Jimmy always loved it when it rained outside," I said grimly.
"He's still alive, he always loves it Sheen, never give up hope," said Libby placing a smile upon her face.
We entered the house quietly. As I entered the house, I heard a slight rustling behind me. I turned to see Nick with a dagger in his hand.
"So it was you," I said with no sight of fear in my face, which surprised me. I mean seriously, hi guy with dagger, are you going to kill me, but don't you want to come to my tupperware party, it's a shame if you miss it.
Nick took a moment to take un in. I took him off guard and I stole the dagger from him. Libby was in the corner crying, I yelled at her to get some rope or better handcuffs, then we could call the police to help us search for Jimmy and Cindy.
Libby returned with the rope and I bound and gagged Nick, god, he was such a freak. I knew he was no good. I got my phone out and I called the police.
The police came and went. They founf Cindy and Jimmy in a cupboard under the stairs thanks to Nick confessing. No harm done to either of them.
When Jimmy came out of the cupboard he said,"You know I love a rainy night."
God, talk about famous last words. Well, let us all just thank God that he and Cindy are quite alright.
A/N: Read and Review. I am making this come to an end because I want to start my next story. That one is going to be more of a humor/romance story, I'm done with all this psycho horror crap, unless you like it that is.
Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Neutron, if I did I would have better ideas. I also do not own the song, "I Love a Rainy Night" by Eddie Rabbitt although I wish I did because it rules. On with the story.
Chapter Four: I Love a Rainy Night
Well, I love a rainy night I love a rainy night Watch the lightning When it lights up the sky You know it makes me feel good Well I love a rainy night It's such a beautiful sight I love to feel the rain on my face Taste the rain on my lips In the moonlight shadow
Showers wash all my cares away I wake up to a sunny day 'Cause I love a rainy night Yes I love a rainy night Well I love a rainy night I love a rainy night
Repeat
Puts a song In this heart of mine Put a smile on my face every time
'Cause I love a rainy night Yes I love rainy night Ooh I love a rainy night Yeah I love a rainy
Sheen's POV
Libby and I were really starting to worry about Jimmy and Cindy. I called both Cindy and Jimmy, but neither of them seemed to be in sight. I knew that Nick would not hear of the pair going out together. I mean, I could see it, but it was unlikely. I have a feeling that they are together, but not under choice circimstances.
"Hey Libby, I have feeling that they are in the woods," I said.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because of ultra-," I started.
"SHEEN!!!" Libby screamed.
"What???" I asked
"Shut up before I kick you in your ultra ass, now let's go look before I lose my cool," said Libby, very testily I might add.
So we set off into the woods. It's very creepy out there. And I'm not the protective boyfriend type, Libby is more of the protector, I'm a little wimpy. Okay, I'm a lot wimpy. I worship a doll, clears throat, I mean an action figure. Yet for some reason Libby tolerates me. Heaven knows why.
So deep in the throws of my thoughts, it started pouring. I took off my slicker and handed it to Libby. Just because I am a wimp does not mean that I am not a gentleman. Libby accepted it, but she she covered me up with it too. White boys freeze, but they can play funky music (A/N:I solute you Wild Cherry, quite funny, considering the members of the band are white.
When we got deeper into the woods, I saw an abandoned house. I knew that Cindy and Jimmy were in there. The mark on my hand burned. Ahh, I'll have to explain, Jimmy and I have marks on our hands that burn whenever the other is in trouble, but they only burn when you are near their destination. This served two perposes, I knew Jimmy was still alive (if it is burning blue, as it was, they are living, if it is red, they are dead) and he was in that house. I told Libby what I knew.
"Jimmy always loved it when it rained outside," I said grimly.
"He's still alive, he always loves it Sheen, never give up hope," said Libby placing a smile upon her face.
We entered the house quietly. As I entered the house, I heard a slight rustling behind me. I turned to see Nick with a dagger in his hand.
"So it was you," I said with no sight of fear in my face, which surprised me. I mean seriously, hi guy with dagger, are you going to kill me, but don't you want to come to my tupperware party, it's a shame if you miss it.
Nick took a moment to take un in. I took him off guard and I stole the dagger from him. Libby was in the corner crying, I yelled at her to get some rope or better handcuffs, then we could call the police to help us search for Jimmy and Cindy.
Libby returned with the rope and I bound and gagged Nick, god, he was such a freak. I knew he was no good. I got my phone out and I called the police.
The police came and went. They founf Cindy and Jimmy in a cupboard under the stairs thanks to Nick confessing. No harm done to either of them.
When Jimmy came out of the cupboard he said,"You know I love a rainy night."
God, talk about famous last words. Well, let us all just thank God that he and Cindy are quite alright.
A/N: Read and Review. I am making this come to an end because I want to start my next story. That one is going to be more of a humor/romance story, I'm done with all this psycho horror crap, unless you like it that is.