Disclaimer: I don't own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters.
Jimmy and Erik continued walking down the hallway, a few feet between them. Every so often they cast a suspicious glance at each other.
"You know," Jimmy started. "It's kind of odd that you are the only other kid that is in this school that's not in my class. It's also weird that it took so long for us to find you."
Erik stopped walking and stared doubtfully at Jimmy. "You're the one that brought a knife to school," he said dryly.
He's good, Jimmy thought as they both started walking again. They went a few minutes without talking.
"So, what exactly is going on here?" Erik asked. He was still pretty confused about the whole thing.
"Basically, a homicidal maniac tried to kill me, Cindy, and my friends last year. We killed him, but he had killed everyone else besides Cindy. He said someone else would continue his work. So now it's happening all over again. You know, some psychotic killer dressed in a mask and robe is stalking us with a knife. Typical horror movie theme," Jimmy calmly explained.
"Huh," was all Eric could say. Brave kid. "So Cindy's the cute-," he started to say, but Jimmy gave him an icy stare. "Uh, blonde girl that was with you?" he asked. Jimmy nodded his head. "You two an item?"
Jimmy just laughed. "You want to know about our relationship?" Erik nodded his head. "Basically, we were enemies, friends, enemies, rivals, friends, rivals, nearly a couple, rivals, friends, nearly a couple, friends, rivals, friends, and now we're nearly a couple," Jimmy said,
Erik thought about that for a moment. "So what is the elaborate version of that?"
Jimmy chuckled. "Basically, we'd die for each other. That explain it?" Erik nodded his head.
"How old are you again?" Erik incredulously asked.
"Twelve," Jimmy said as they continued walking.
Damn, I thought my life was interesting. They continued walking in silence until the phone rang.
"And that would be the killer," Jimmy said as he picked up the phone.
"Your little friends are dead. And Cindy's going to be next. I'd hurry if I were you," the voice said before hanging up.
Erik stared at the pain in the kid's eyes when Cindy's name was mentioned. His eyes held a look of knowledge, fear, pain, and sorrow. A look that no kid should ever have.
Jimmy slammed the phone shut and pulled out his knife again. "Let's move," he told Erik as he turned around and ran back down the hallway.
