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"…Nobody knows it."

"When I was down-"

"I was your clown!"

"…Nobody knows it."

"Right from the start-"

"I gave you my heart."

"I gave you my heart."

They laughed together, strolling down a merry street in the carnival. It was relatively dark, but colored lights shone from signs on side shops. Not many rides filled this area, but they were in no hurry. "Wow! I never knew anyone else who knew that song!"

"Same here, except mi abuelita!" Sheen smiled; Libby hummed a laugh to herself. "Ya know, Libby?"

"Hm?"

"Even though technically my partner tonight is Cindy, it's way funnerer with you."

She laughed, "Yeah, Big Head was a bit of a bore too…" Libby examined her fingernails. Sheen put his arm around her shoulder, and she simpered. They went on walking, and the road turned off to a lively, bright, side of the carnival. Libby gasped, "I know what I want to go on."

They headed towards the bumper cars and found Carl watching from outside the ride exit. He was eating popcorn thoughtfully.

"Hey Carl," said Libby.

Sheen looked upon his llama in wonderment, "Who's the hairy broad?" Carl and his llama both turned to glare at Sheen. "Forget I asked."

Libby looked concerned, "Why aren't you going on rides, Carl?"

Carl laughed, but no noise came out. He wrote a card quickly and handed it to her. She read it, "Are you kidding? I get front row seats to this!" He motioned to the scene being made at the bumper cars. Sheen and Libby looked up.

Jimmy. Cindy. "Whoa, it's World War III in there."

Carl nodded in delight. Sheen and Libby looked at each other, then yelled, "I'm riding!"

Sheen and Libby ran in line, and Cindy and Jimmy ran off the ride, arguing.

Cindy laughed, "I kicked your butt in there, Neutron!"

"I don't understand; my accelerator must've been ill-functioning!"

"Oh yeah, well I bet I could do it again and again and again!"

"We'll see about that! Again!" he yelled with a flirtatious smile.

Sheen and Libby chuckled loudly at Cindy and Jimmy reentering the line. The ride manager glared at Sheen and Libby, "Oh yeah, I'm sure it's cute and adorable the first time you watch it, but after the second hour, let's see if you're laughing!"

Libby glared at the ride manager, "Actually, it's the third year. And yes, it's annoying-"

"-but we're laughing!" Sheen interrupted.

"You know them?" he looked confused.

"Yes, they're our best friends." Libby turned to Sheen, "I know it's important to you, Sheen, so you can drive."

"Only the best driving for my queen!" He proudly showed off the UltraLord armband he'd received from Libby. She rolled her eyes with a smile.

Jimmy interrupted out of curiosity, "Wait? You guys are riding? Together?" Cindy appeared just as confused.

"Well, yeah, why not?" Libby laughed. Her eyes said, why aren't you?

Cindy and Jimmy both looked wayward to each other, and turned the other way to speak privately. Libby and Sheen shrugged. Whatever they were going to say, they could say in front of them.

But they didn't; they huddled up. "Cindy, if we want to keep our titles as the best-"

"-butt kickers—way ahead of ya. I'm driving."

"Okay, then I'll keep a look out of the cars around us."

"BREAK!" they both yelled and resumed to waiting in line casually.

"Break? What is this, bumper cars or football?" Libby teased.

Jimmy and Cindy ignored her last statement and exchanged evil glances. This is gonna be fun.

The ride gate opened, and everyone rushed to pick a car. Libby and Sheen grabbed a purple one, while Jimmy and Cindy rushed to red. "Sure the safety belt will fit over your big head?" she snickered.

"Sure your mouth will fit in the car?" Jimmy elbowed her back. They both laughed. Sheen and Libby could only shrug.

The ride's track had a circular shape, with arrows around the outside wall pointing in the same direction the whole way round. The loud speaker came on and the ride operator spoke, "Welcome to the bumper cars. Press the pedal to make your car move and shift the wheel to steer. Please keep all body parts inside the ride at all times and only travel in the direction of the yellow arrows on the outside wall. Thank you and enjoy your ride."

Jimmy and Cindy narrowed their eyes and smiled at one another. They laughed maniacally on the inside. The ride started, and Sheen and Libby were having a blast.

"Haha! Watch out Cindy, here we come!" Libby called to her best friend.

Jimmy turned around to see Sheen and Libby gaining fast. "Vortex, Estevez and Folfax approaching at approximately eight miles per hour at six o'clock. Shift into reverse… now!"

Cindy spun the wheel, and they hit Sheen and Libby with their back end. Sheen and Libby laughed out in harmony. Jimmy and Cindy would've laughed, but they were having too much fun being down right serious.

Sheen and Libby sped up to greet Jimmy and Cindy from the side, but Jimmy was horror struck. "VORTEX! Purple car at three o'clock!"

"Can't you just say 'to our right'?" she sighed and rammed their best friends in the side.

"Heh… hehe…" they laughed as Sheen and Libby squealed with excitement.

"Can't catch us now, Cin'!" Libby and Sheen sped off ahead.

"Oh, can't we?" Cindy challenged under her breath.

Jimmy shouted, "Cindy! Forward right! Get Bolbi!"

"Oh, I'll get them alright," she sped up but passed by the foreign boy's car.

"Wait! Cindy, Bolbi's back there! You just missed him!"

"Hmm?" she paid no attention. Her focus was on Sheen and Libby's car dead ahead.

"What are you doing?"

"Hehehahaheehah," she chuckled to herself.

"Umm… Okay?" Jimmy raised an eyebrow. He was used to her little tune-outs.

She flew at full speed and blasted Sheen and Libby's car into the wall. "HAHAAA!" Sheen and Libby laughed aloud, but Cindy continued to ram into them. She pummeled them with quick yet forceful jabs. Sheen and Libby's eyes grew wide of dizziness.

Jimmy was getting nauseous himself. Cross-eyed, he tapped Cindy on the shoulder and held his hand to his mouth. She went on laughing insanely, and continued ramming Sheen and Libby. The loudspeaker came on again, "Please follow the red arrows."

Cindy kept on tagging Sheen and Libby until they started going backwards along the side of the wall. "MUHHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHA!"

"Please follow the red arrows."

She cornered them again and kept on with her routine. Jimmy's head was now limp, and it kept flopping around outside the car and occasionally onto her shoulder. She took no notice. Sheen and Libby were basically rag dolls too; they'd sunk to the bottom of the seat and only the very tip-tops of their heads were visible.

"Please FOLLOW THE RED ARROWS. That means YOU, Blondie in the red car."

Yet she jabbed Sheen and Libby's car relentlessly with brute force, over and over and over again.

Finally the ride stopped. If Sheen and Libby hadn't entirely collapsed yet, theyhad now. Cindy was breathing heavily in a hunched position, eyes wide with blind fury.

Jimmy stuck his index finger in the air, cross eyed, and asked, "Does anyone have some acetylsalicylic acid?" before passing out.

Jimmy and Cindy walked down a deserted, calm, alleyway.

"You know technically, you're too little to take aspirin," Cindy teased.

"Stop it!" he laughed and pushed her away by the shoulder. He took a pill as they went on walking. They giggled a bit then sighed. "Where is everyone?"

"The firework show I suppose."

"It's getting late…"

"You mean early?"

"Yeah… Is there anything you'd still like to do?"

She contemplated a bit, then smiled.

"The… Ferris Wheel?"

"What's the matter, Neutron? Don't you want to go on it?"

"Well, yeah, it's just we have time for only one more ride, and this Ferris Wheel isn't exactly the fastest of it's age…" She stared at her shoe laces, seemingly embarrassed, and with that he added, "But if it's the Ferris Wheel you want, then let's have it!" She brightened instantly.

Only a few others were going on the ride, but everyone was preoccupied with their own affairs to notice the two eleven year olds rushing to the ride entrance.

Well, almost everyone.

Calamitous and Delstohks disguised themselves again, this time as the ride operators. "Great, here they come! You got the camera?"

"Yes. You got the controls?"

"Of course!"

"Then we're ready."

Cindy hopped in the ride first. Jimmy followed right after, and Delstohks in disguise closed the door. Cindy pulled down the lap bar, but Jimmy just eyed Delstohks curiously, "Do I… Do I know you?"

Delstohks, slightly troubled, but hardly showing it, searched for the words, "Erm… Keep your hands and arms inside the ride at all times- thank you and enjoy your stay." Calamitous, back at the ride control table, quickly made wheel turn so the next passengers could board.

Cindy sighed. Everything was so perfect. The wheel climbed. Up. Up. Up. She looked to Jimmy. He was examining his fingernails.

Yeah right, like I'm going to believe Jimmy Neutron's interested in preening his fingernails. She sighed again and rested her chin on her elbow. She lookedout the corner of her eyeat him every now and then to see if he was looking back, but he never broke his gaze.

The wheel went on spinning. This wasn't going how Cindy had hoped. Doesn't he get it?

The ride came to an abrupt halt. Jimmy and Cindy's car shook from it's axis at the second to the very tip top. Cries of surprise could be heard from the few passengers on the ride.

Cindy anxiously bit her lip. Jimmy looked over the edge of his car to the ride operators.

Calamitous piped up with a huge grin, "Sorry! Our mistake! We seem to have engaged test run mode! The ride will move again in approximately five minutes! Thank you for your patience!" Delstohks made a little cackle.

"Engage the camera-bot!" Delstohks whispered. Calamitous let loose a small camera, resembling a fly. It flew up to Cindy and Jimmy's car and kept a close watch.

The fireworks show started. "Wow," was all Cindy could manage.

"Ah, just a little lithium carbonate. You can get it on any online drugstore."

Normally, she would've been annoyed at him for being so logical while observing this manmade wonder, butthe she notedthe comedy in it all and couldn't help but turn to him and smile. He turned away from the fireworks and naturally smiled back.

Her smile was a little too friendly, but he hardly noticed until she spoke.

"But isn't it just beautiful?" she looked back at the fireworks.

He was still staring at her. "Yeah," he said dreamily.

"It looks almost like…"

He waited for her to continue.

"Like you could just reach your hand out and touch them," she gestured this. "But then…" She turned back to him, "You realize… none of it's real."

He appeared slightly crestfallen, but Cindy interrupted.

"Do it."

He furrowed his brow slightly.

"Kiss me," she whispered.

"What?"

"Quick- before we go down!" she breathed.

"But last time... last time we-"

"It can be our secret. Just don't go so deep."

He puzzled, but she was pleading. Hesitantly, he puckered up and…

The ride jolted. They both fell forward into the car as the Ferris Wheel creakily went down, each car jolting every three seconds. Down. Down. Down.

Delstohks screamed under his breath. He hissed with pure fury to Calamitous, "They WERE JUST ABOUT TO. DO. IT! WHAT. HapPENed?"

Calamitous groaned, "Oh, they took too long. The ride's preprogrammed to end after five minutes." He yawned.

"And you're telling me," he spat through gritted teeth, "that you couldn't CHANGE THAT?"

"Well I didn't think they would take so long," he replied dispassionately.

Delstohks, screaming in his head, pounced on Professor Calamitous as the ride, set on auto pilot, let everyone off.

Jimmy gathered himself, slightly upset. Cindy's eye was twitching furiously again; a stray hair popped loose from her ponytail as they exited the ride. She slammed the ride gate behind her vehemently.

Jimmy cringed at the sound of her rage. He couldn't see her as she was behind him, but her shoes shuffled with such friction, he feared they'd catch fire. After five minutes of them walking in this pattern, her behind him,storming like a small child in an awful tantrum, he stopped and turned to face her.

"Cindy?"

"HM?" she growled. She didn't direct her anger at him, but she wanted him to know she was fed up.

"Look, I know you're…" he looked up at her. She was chewing strands of her hair. He cringed but pretended not to notice, "upset."

"Pfft," she grabbed another strand and went on chewing.

"…But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves."

"It's 2:28 am. The gates close in two minutes. The carnival's over," she spat out her hair and grabbed a new set of strands.

"I know it's just…" he looked for the words, but she was too distracting. He grabbed her hand and tried avoiding the strands of saliva coated hair. "When'd you start doing that?" he briefly changed the subject.

She lowered her eyelids, annoyed of his prying, "Just now."

"Stop it."

She spat out the leftover strands, disgusted.

He would have said ugh, but he dared not. "Listen, maybe you'd like-"

She distracted herself by staring up at clouds created by the fireworks.

He tapped her chin, "look at me--"

She groaned, but finally looked back.

"Maybe you'd like to come to the lab?"

Cindy was tapping her teeth together, but slowed down a bit after hearing the latter. "And what, spend the night? Oh, right! Slumber party at Neutron's!" she laughed sarcastically.

He glared.

"Wait, you serious?"

He rolled his eyes and teetered his head back and forth, "…Well, yeah…"

"Oh… Um, okay," she was suddenly a little more optimistic.

"But you can't sleep there… As soon as you get tired, you have to leave," he warned her.

"Sure. Okay!" she brightened.

"Alright then, it's settled. The hovercar's parked just out there. I figure Libby and Sheen can get home just fine, if they haven't already."

In the hovercar, Jimmy steered while Cindy relaxed, staring up at the stars.

"Jimmy?"

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

"….Jimmy?"

"Hm?"

"I'm glad we're getting along."

"Me too."

"Jimmy?"

"Huh?" annoyance lurked in his voice.

"Do you ever wonder about clouds?"

"Cumulus formations. What's to wonder?"

"No, not their properties. How they look."

"They look like clouds. Isn't that how they're supposed to look?"

She stared up at the night clouds and ignored his skeptics. She twirled her finger while she spoke, "Yeah, but a cloud might look different to me than it does to you." She switched to shotgun. He looked over to her but kept his focus on driving. "Look up there. What do you see?"

"Clouds."

"Yeah, but what do they LOOK LIKE to you?"

"Grey."

She rolled her eyes. "That one- on the far, far left- looks like a horse and carriage to me. And that one," she rested her elbows on his head while pointing; he did his best to ignore this, "looks like a train engine. And that one looks like a rabbit. Your turn."

"Gas planet, Cindy, I wanted to invite you over, but I didn't know you'd go crazy with it."

"Your turn," she repeated.

"Ah, I don't know… I guess that one looks like an ice cream to me. There, you happy?" he went back to driving.

"You know what it looks like to me?"

"No, and I don't care."

"It looks like…" she smirked, "your hair."

"Well as yummy looking as my hair might be, at least I don't try to eat it."

"Oh, shut up!" she slapped him playfully.

After a long pause, Jimmy spoke, "You know, you are really smart." She blushed. "I'm surprised we were never best friends."

"We almost were."

"What?"

"Remember when we first met?"

"You mean when you shoved my face into my ham and peas, yelling out, 'You're going down, Fat Head!'?"

"You don't tell my side of the story."

"That you made it your mission in life to destroy all my self worth and rise up as I came crashing down in flames?"

"Now you're just being a jokester."

"No….?"

"You HONESTLY don't remember?"

"No! What?"

She sighed, "I don't feel like explaining all of it. I've already told this story so many times..."

"But you never told me?"

"You were there! You would know!"

"Know what?"

"What's your first memory of me?"

"At the cafeteria."

"Where?"

"School… Cindy, where are you getting at with this?"

"But that can't be. My first memory of you… is summer vacation, before third grade."

"Wha…?"

"You know… You were with that girl. Umm… What's her name? It's on the tip of my tongue… Kami? Kori? Kiddi?"

"Kodi?"

"Yeah! That's it!"

"How do you know about her?"

"Um, I was there."

"No you weren't."

"Yes, I was."

"No, you weren't."

"You want to bet on that, bub? I was there, and she was beating you or something. If it weren't for me, you'd only be able to see out of one eye."

"How do you know all this?"

"I told you, I was there."

"For some crazy reason, I believe you, but I have to see it for myself."

"And how are you going to do that?"

"This is the Chronoarch. It will allow us to view events of any time period, and when we feel like it, we can step through the portal and enter that time period."

"How will we get back if we do?"

"With my new and improved watch; I've added a feature that will allow us to get back no problem."

"Interesting."

"So who should we watch, you or me?"

"How can you watch people?"

"DNA scanner."

"How'd you get my DNA?"

"So who do you want to watch?"

"Neutron, how'd you get my DNA?"

"Okay, I guess we'll start with you then," he flipped on the Chronoarch.

A young Cindy of about eight years in pigtails walked down the sidewalk. There was a noise in the distance. Sounded like… jumping? Like someone jumping on a hollow log maybe? There was yelling. Who's yelling?

"Hello?" she called. She looked up at the summer sun, blinded by the light, squinting, "Where are you?"

A faint moan could be heard in the distance. There was more yelling. More thumping.

"Does someone need help?"

A faint, "Yehehehehessss..."

"SHUT UP YOU!" A loud bam.

"Hold on! I'm coming!" Cindy called and ran down the sidewalk. The shouts were getting louder, and she sensed the noises coming from a nearby tree.

Cindy stopped and stared. That girl's kicking a tree? She's got some serious anger issues. The girl went on shouting.

"Oww, please stop!"

Cindy's face was of pure horror. The tree's talking back?

The girl went on kicking the tree, and the tree went on moaning. Then an arm came in view on the ground.

She's not kicking the tree! She's beating a kid!

Cindy ran over to view the scene. Past the tree, she could see atall girl of about eight or nine kicking a small boy who could pass off as six. Cindy watched, dumb struck.

The girl went on shouting, "YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME!" Kick. "YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO MARRY ME!" Kick. "DO YOU LOVE ME NOW?" Kick.

He coughed, "No."

"DO YOU LOVE ME NOW?" Kick.

"No," he rolled over on his side.

"NOW?" Kick.

He moaned, "Nohoohoohohoho…!"

"WHY?" Kick. "DON'T?" Kick. "YOU?" Kick. "LOVE ME?" Kick! Kick! Kick! Kick! Kick!

Cindy snapped herself out of her gaze, "STOP!"

The girl looked up. The boy raised his head barely off the ground, but it fell again.

"What do you want, girlie?" the girl interrogated.

"Well, I… I… Uhh…" Cindy searched for the words.

The girl raised an eyebrow, but the boy nodded, go on, he seemed to be saying.

She decided on a civilized approach, "I don't think I've seen you around here."

"So I'm out of town. What's it to you?"

"Oh really? Have you been to the Candy Bar?"

"That ice cream dump? I don't think so."

"Well, clearly you haven't been there. It's no ice cream dump. It's the coolest hangout at Retroville. Say I treat you to one at, oh, 4:30?"

"Fine, but I'm leaving town at five."

"Then it's settled. 4:30 it is!" Cindy smiled casually as the girl walked off.

The boy coughed when the girl was out of sight. Cindy leaned over him.

He didn't get up. Pain was in his voice, but he laughed, "You sure know girl talk, huh?"

"Yeah, well girls like her are so simple; they only have room for one emotion at a time. Why do you think she left as soon as I changed the subject?"

"If a she's considered simple, whoa, girls, count me out."

"Ah, we're not ALL that bad. Like I'd treat her at the Candy Bar? Whoa! Don't think so," Cindy smiled. "...Do you think you can get up?"

"I can try." Cindy wrapped his arm around her shoulder and helped him walk along.

"You've got a pretty bad bruise there," she looked down at his knee.

"I can fix that."

She laughed, "How old are you, kid?"

"Eight. How old are you?"

"Eight," Cindy replied.

"Will you marry me?"

"Heh, I know how this one ends."

"But I like you."

"Well I like you too, but I don't want to marry you."

"Why not?"

"What do you mean why not? We can't."

"Well, all you have to do is like someone and want to spend the rest of your life with them. I'm married to my dad and my mom and my new friend Carl. Do you want to marry me too?"

"You have to be old to be married. And you're not supposed to marry someone who's related to you or is the same gender as you."

"Oh. Well, in five years, do you want to get married?"

Cindy rolled her eyes, "What's your name?"

"Jimmy. What's your name?"

"Cindy. Do you watch a lot of fairytale shows, Jimmy?"

"No, but I watch programs about science and math. I like science a lot. It's really quite fascinating. Especially time travel."

"Time travel's not real, silly. It's just something they show on TV."

"NO! It is too real! I can prove it! I made a time machine!"

She laughed, "I'm sure you did."

"Good. I'm glad you're sure."

Cindy rolled her eyes again. Her expression clearly read, Sweet, but not too bright.

"So… Who was that girl beating you up?"

"Kodi."

"Isn't that a boy's name?"

"I thought so."

"So are you visiting with her?"

"No, I just moved here."

"You did? Are you going to Lindbergh Elementary?"

"Yes."

"Cool! We might be in the same class!"

"Well, here's my house," they stopped.

"That's not your house. It's MINE!"

"No, the one across the street! That's my house."

"Wow! We're next door neighbors! What luck!"

Present Jimmy paused the scene unraveling before them in the chronoarch. "I don't remember ANY of this! And was I really that naïve?"

Cindy giggled, "Yes! Now just watch!" They unpaused it.

"Well, I could show you around. Want to come to my house?"

Jimmy hesitated before nodding quickly.

"Okay, come on!"

In Cindy's room, she turned on her boom box and fluffed her stuffed animals. Jimmy stood still in the middle of the pink room as she rushed back and forth, tidying things. "Make yourself comfortable and," she looked back at him. It was the first time she'd gotten a really good look at the boy. His head… was so… BIG. And how'd he get his hair like that? And he's got scrapes everywhere! Cindy ran up and hugged him.

"Oh, you poor, sweet, mutant!"

Oh yes, I know, what a place to stop! But I have to pack. I'm leaving tomorrow (August 2nd) to Minnesota for two weeks. It's 10:38 pm, so I must be packing! Hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please, review!