Instead, a jimmy neutron fanfic

A/N: This is my first song fic. It's based on Stacie Orrico's song "Instead". All of the JN characters in this fic are age 18 and Sheen is 20. And it's from Cindy's point of view.

Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Neutron or "Instead". I'm just a fourteen year old for cripes sake!

I saw him shaking his change in a coffee cup

Asked for a dollar but I told the man to give it up

Said he's hungry, I don't think it's true

I bet my dollar he'd spend it on booze

I walked down the street, passing a hot clothing store. I walked in, and saw the most beautiful outfits I have ever seen. I ran through the aisles, picking up thousands upon thousands of shirts, pants, skirts, shoes, accessories, etc. I ran to the dressing room and tried them on. About an hour later I slid my credit card and payed. I left and continued to walk down the street.

I saw a man, holding a coffee cup. He looked tired, and dirty. As if he hadn't taken a bath in days. His clothes were tattered and worn. He had a scraggily beard. His teeth were out of form, and he looked in pain from cavities. He shook his coffee cup at several people. They all passed him, nervousness filled their faces.

As I walked by him, he too shook his cup at me. He asked for a dollar, but I told him to give it up. He said he's hungry. But I know that's not true. I told him yeah right, you'll just spend it on booze. I began to walk away.

I turned my back on him and began to walk away

But then I heard a little voice inside me say

What if it's really true, what if he's hungry

What if it's not for him, does he have a family

I turned my back on him. A little voice inside me came. It asked me 'what if it's really true, what if he's hungry? Maybe it's not for him. He could have a family.' That's very true. He could have a family. But you can't trust everyone. Not everyone is as honest as me. I felt the pain of how that man must feel, always on the streets. I thought of how bad that must feel.

How'd you get here

How'd you end up on the street

Where did it go wrong

Wonder what I'd do if it were me

I felt the urge to ask him how he got here, on the streets. How it went wrong. Why did he have to be the one on the streets. As I walked away, I thought to myself.

'I wonder what it'd be like if I were the one on the streets. How would I survive? Would I live? Would there be people to help me in my time of need.'

A new point of view

A walk in your shoes

I wish I could get inside your head

To see what you see

When you look at me

Cause I could've live your life

Instead

I ran back to the man and stood in front of him. He looked at me, confusion written all over his face. I reached into my purse, and pulled out a twenty. I folded it up, so he couldn't see it. I slipped it into his cup. He looked down, then back up at me. I smiled and walked out of sight. I made sure he couldn't see me and looked at him. He opened up the twenty and saw how much I had given him. He smiled a smile a mile wide an ran to the park. I followed him.

As I entered the park I ran to see where he was going. He ran to a thicket of trees and called for somebody. A women and two small children ran out. He showed them the bill. The children started jumping up and down as the women kissed the man. She asked him, who gave it to you. He looked around for a moment, and saw me. He pointed towards me and they all headed my direction.

The women said "thank you" and the man said, "I don't know what we would've done with out you". The kids ran and jumped around me saying "thankies". I smiled at them. The man then asked, "I don't know how to repay you". I told them that I didn't need anything in return. They said thanks again and walked off. I turned around, smiled to myself about my good deed, and walked away. I ran into a women, dressed in all black.

It was 90 degrees in the summer heat

She was veiled in black all the way down to her feet

This is America, doesn't she know

Somebody take her shopping, buy her some clothes

She came up to me, I didn't understand a word

I was about to leave then another thought occurred

She may be really lost, scared, and frustrated

I should try again to see what she's saying

She came up to me, I couldn't understand her. She must have been from a different country, and migrated here. By the look of her, I could tell. Her face was not shown. I turned around. Another thought came upon me. She could be really lost. Maybe scared and frustrated. I walked back to her, to see if I could understand her. She said that she needed a place to stay, or something along those lines.

How'd you get here

How'd you get so far from home

What was it that made you leave

I wonder what I do if it were me

I pointed to the nearest motel. She said thank you and walked away. I looked down at my bags. I ran to catch up to her. "Excuse me." I called to her. She turned around. She looked about my size. I took out a box that had one of my outfits in it. I handed it to her. She opened the box. I told her she may want some new clothes to wear. I told her that here in America, women are aloud to show their faces. She said thanks again and continued to walk to the motel.