Ok, since everyone wanted me to keep writing, I'm going to write a series of short stories. If this story is really romantic, then it's because my boyfriend and I ride the same bus, and he was holding my hand and kissing me on the cheek. I think our relationship is what Jimmy and Cindy's would be like if they got together, so that's why I'm writing it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy. Nor do I own Fefe Dobson's song, Take Me Away.

Olive Juice

I have waited all my life to know you, all about you.

I walked up to the bus and up the steps, only to have the bus driver grab my arm and pull me to the side.

"What did I do now? I swear, Sheen did it!" She stared at me weirdly.

"You didn't do anything...that I know of...but Nick and some of his friends did, so I had to move them to your seat."

"Well, where am I gonna sit?" I asked dumbly.

"I thought you were a genius. You' re going to sit in the back seat with a few other people that you usually sit around." And she turned to watch the passengers.

And now, I'm staring in your eyes, ocean blue, I'm all about you.

I walked slowly to the back of the bus. I had always wanted to sit in the back, but Cindy usually sat in front of me, and I usually stared at her hair the whole time so I didn't become bored. And, sometimes, she would turn around, just to smile at me. But she would always cover it up by talking to Libby, who sat in the seat behind me. Just in case you're wondering, Cindy and I finally confessed our true love for each other, and we were now going out. But I couldn't even show any affection to her, like holding her hand, or putting my arm around her. She asked me not to tell anyone, so I didn't, but not telling anyone something you want to tell the world is quite hard. And the only way I could hold her hand or anything is if, sometimes, when she really had to talk to Libby, she'd trade seats with Sheen so she was sitting with me.

I sat down in my seat without even looking if anyone else was sitting in it and put my head in my hands.

And in our minds it comes so easily.

But there's a feeling coming over me.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" A very farmiliar and loving voice said, next to me.

"CINDY!" I yelled happily.

"Yep. Isn't this the best?!" She hugged me. I hugged her back.

"I thought the bus driver was gonna make me sit back here with some middle school kids or something. That would've sucked." I stared at her. "I love you."

"I love you, too." She smiled that split second smile that I had become so accustomed to. Then Libby and Sheen walked back and sat in the seat across from us.

I wanna show you but there's nowhere we can go to be free, everybody's watching.

"Hey, guys! What's up?" Libby greeted. We both waved.

"What's up, home flies? Man, I'm stoked to be sittin' in the back!" Sheen exclaimed, trying to be cool.

Wouldn't it be good if we could be together.

"Sheen, no." Libby said nonchalantly, as he tried to talk like this every day to impress her.

"So, uh, you guys...going out?" Cindy asked casually, although I could tell she really wanted to know.

"Yea, but we're not that serious or anything..." Libby said. Sheen looked at her with one eyebrow raised and his mouth open. Libby glared back at him.

"Oh, that's good." Cindy smiled back to her.

I rubbed her elbow without making it noticable to anyone but me and her. She moved her eyes down quickly, then flickered them back up and looked out the window. I felt her find my hand and lace her fingers with mine. The warmth that I hadn't felt since aobut two weeks before found me again. I smiled, then covered up our hands and most of my legs with my coat.

"What's wrong, Jimmy?" Sheen asked me.

"Huh? Oh, I was just cold, that's all." I replied coolly.

Take me away, take me far away from here.

I will run with you.

"But it's almost spring. It's warm enough to wear a tee-shirt outside and not be cold."

"Well, I'm cold, alright?!" I said a little too quickly.

"Fine. Geez. Have a cow." He turned to talk to Libby.

"Uh, oh." I heard Cindy mutter and she squeezed my hand tightly.

"Ow! What, what's wrong?" I asked as I rubbed my hand a little.

Don't be afraid, navigate and I will steer to the sun.

We will run.

"It's Tasha." That was all she needed to say.

Tasha was Nick's older sister, and, pardon my language, but she was a fat bitch. She wanted to be African-American, and always made fun of Libby. She always picked fights with Cindy, because Cindy hated Nick. He had broken up with her because he had thought that she was cheating on him with me. She wasn't. After that, she was told by many of her closest friends that he was actually cheating on her. So, when he wanted to at least be friends, she didn't, so she cussed him out because he wouldn't leave her alone about it. Well, Nick, being the big baby that he is, went and told his sister, Tasha. She came after Cindy, threatening to beat her off the face of the Earth. That's where Carl comes into the story. He saw Cindy trying to reason with Tasha, and went to tell our principal. So Tasha got sent to an alternative school for a few days. I had quite forgotten that today was the anniversary of Nick and Cindy's break-up, and I just just knew that red-haired, squinty-eyed whore would have something planned for Cindy.

"Yo, Vortex!" She said loudly, trying to sound as black as possible.

Libby and Sheen, who were silently talking, instantly shut up and looked at Tasha.

"I heard that you and Nick had another argument..." She said, moving her fat butt into the seat in front of Libby and Sheen, the whole time staring at Cindy as if she was the scum of the Earth.

I try to remember when I was just a child, in my room.

"Well, it wasn't really an argument. Nick was just acting like a stalker again, that's all." She said and smiled sarcastically sweet.

"Yea, like he really was. Look, he said that you've been giving him some trouble, and, I don't like that." She curled her hand into a fist, ready to hit her.

"Oh, yea, well, I don't like the fact that you just can't leave me alone! I have never done or said anything to you at all! You should let your brother fight his own battles!" Cindy yelled calmly, standing up next to me.

"Cindy, don't do something you'll regret." Libby whispered.

"What was that?!" Tasha yelled, turning towards Libby.

"What! I didn't say nothin'!" She yelped.

My imagination used to run wild, but I never knew.

"You know, I never did like you. You're always so sweet and nice to everyone...it sickens me." Tasha said.

"Well, you know the old saying, you catch more flies with honey than with body odor." Libby replied quietly and surpressed a laugh.

"Ok, know what? Now I really don't like ya!" She raised her hand to hit Libby, and Cindy leaned over me and head-butted Tasha right in the forehead.

She stumbled backwards a little, then regained her balance. "Cindy, just sit down. I know you're good at martial arts, but I don't wanna see you get hurt...or get in trouble." I pulled her back into her seat.

That nothing's ever as it seems to be,

When a dream collides with the reality.

"You're just so lucky that you have your boyfriend there to get you away from me, before I hurt you." Tasha glared at us.

Luckily, Tasha got off the bus at one of the first stops, so we didn't have to put up with her the rest of the ride.

"You should've let me go." Cindy whispered to me blankly.

"I couldn't stand to see you get hurt, though." I reasoned.

"Yea, but she was gonna hurt Libby, and I wasn't gonna let her do that!" She said as she rubbed her head a bit.

"Did you hurt your head?" I asked, concerned.

"Yea, just a little..." I looked around to see if anyone was watching us, then quickly kissed her forehead.

"You know, I think my lips hurt a little too. They're chapped." She joked. I just stared at her smiling and then took her hand back into mine.

It should be easy when two people love each other truly.

Everybody's talking.

I knew that Cindy and I would have to get off soon, but Sheen and Libby, who lived three blocks away from us, got off next.

"Bye Libby. I'll call you!" Sheen said, and, as we watched, mouthed three words that looked a lot like "I love you."

Cindy and I took one look at each other and bursted out laughing. "What?" Sheen turned to question us.

"Oh, Sheen, I love you SOOOOOOOOOO much!" Said Cindy between giggles.

"Oh...that was...what I said was olive juice! I swear, that's what I said!" Sheen said, but he didn't shut us up at all. The bus stopped and he got up to leave. "Laugh it up. It wasn't that funny...DANG!"

Then he stepped off the bus.

"It really wasn't THAT funny, you know." Cindy said.

"Yea, but it IS really funny to see him struggle under pressure." I said, still smiling.

And wouldn't it be good if they would understand us.

"I guess..." She said, and looked distractedly out the window.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing, I was just thinking." The bus stopped again to let off someone else. Our stop was next.

"Jimmy," She turned to me. "I know that I said we should keep our relationship quiet, and I know that's really hard to do, so I just want to thank you for not saying anything to anyone."

"Oh, your welcome. It is kinda hard, not saying something that you want to tell the world." I said and smiled.

"Yea." The bus stopped, and I stood up to let her out first.

She stood up and, instead of walking to the front of the bus, she leaned over to me and kissed me on the cheek, something she had never done. There were still kids on the bus too.

"Wow!" I whispered. She looked me directly in my eyes and said the two words that were mouthed when you wanted to freak someone out and make them think you said that you loved them. It's what Sheen and I always did to Cindy and Libby in fifth grade. Only when Cindy said them, she used them as a code words for something much deeper.

"Olive juice." She said, and, even though it was something that the little fifth and sixth graders on our bus said to one another, it was a very mature thing to say.

"Olive juice." I said back and we both smiled. She walked ahead of me and I watched her golden hair move with her actions.

Take me away,

Take me far way from here.

I will run with you.

Don't be afraid.

Navigate and I will steer to the sun.

We will run.

Hope you liked it. I know the little saying in here is kinda retarded, but I thought it would be cute if Sheen said that and then Cindy used it to say "I love you" to Jimmy. My next story will be a Libby/Sheen story, so, keep reading. R & R!!!!!!!!

Kristi