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As promised, this chapter is a little longer. ;) Enjoy.

Chapter 2: Girl Talk and Caving In
Cindy flopped on her bed in a huff.

"I can't believe this, Libby!" she complained, "This is ridiculous!"

"Oh, I know, girl!" Libby said, standing at the mirror with two dresses in hand, "It's so hard to pick from so many dresses! What do you think? Navy blue with gloves, or sparkly gold without?"

"Hello!" her friend said, "I'm talking about me being dateless!" Then she saw the dresses and said, "Sparkly gold." Then she addressed her issue again.

"I am probably the only girl without a date! There's no one to ask me!"

Libby looked at her with her eyebrow raised suspiciously.

"Uh, FYI," she said, "There is one guy without a date, you know."

"Who?" Cindy demanded, sitting up. Libby turned to the full-length mirror and put her sparkly gold dress against herself.

"According to Sheen," she answered, "Jimmy doesn't have a date, either."

"So what?" Cindy said, "Who'd want to go with him, anyway?" Libby turned to her and gave her another sarcastic look that basically said, "Uh, you would!"

"Oh, no!" the blonde said, "The last boy I'd want to be seen with is that idiot, Neutron! Forget it!"

"Oh, come on!" Libby was getting exasperated, "I know the truth, Cindy! I'm your best friend; I should know."

"What are you talking about?" Cindy asked.

"Don't try to hide it, girl," she said, "I know all about it: The years of bitter competition, getting in a fight with April the Gorlock, being jealous of Betty Quinlin, agreeing to be his Valentine in the first place, not to mention going with him to the virtual world with a buttload of firearms!" Cindy looked at her with a weird face.

"No, wait," Libby corrected herself, "That was Neo and Trinity in The Matrix...The point is, you've got it bad for the boy, Cindy! And if he calls, you know you'll just end up accepting and jumping on your bed, hugging your phone, and squealing like a ninny."

"Don't be ridiculous, Libby," Cindy said, "I'm sure that a young lady of my maturity and intelligence can retain her composure after being asked out." Then her phone rang. Both girls froze.

"You were saying?" Libby smirked. Cindy picked up the phone.

"Hello?" she asked normally.

"Cindy?" Jimmy's voice said, "Hey. It's Jimmy."

"What do you want, Neutron?" she asked with the standard malice.

"Well, I was wondering if you had a date for the dance yet." Cindy was at a two-second loss for words before she answered no.

"Oh," he said, "Well, do you think you'd want to go...with me?"

Now Cindy was stunned. Go? With Jimmy? Her? Cindy?

"Cindy?" he asked.

"Yeah!" she came to her senses, "Sure, I-I'd love to."

"Great!" Jimmy said, "I'll pick you up at a quarter to 8?"

"Sure!" she said, "That'll be great." Then they agreed on flowers for their corsage/boutonniere (carnations) and Cindy hung up, flustered.

"Looks like you've got a date," Libby grinned. Cindy composed herself and turned to her.

"Yes," she said proudly, "and I handled it in a mature and intelligent manner."

"Riiiight," Libby said sarcastically, "Look, I'm gonna go in the bathroom and try this on, okay?" She left the room, and Cindy jumped her bed hugging her phone and squealed, "He asked me out! He asked me out! I'm going with Jimmy!"

"AHA!" Libby popped back in, "I knew it! I knew you were in love with him!" Then she danced around in the happy, gloaty dance of I-Told-You-So.

"You can't stop the love!" she sang, "Your momma can't stop the love! Ah-ah-ah-ah, your brother can't stop the love! Raise the roof and shake yo' boot-tay!"

"Are you done yet?" Cindy asked drily.

"30 more seconds!" replied Libby, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Stayin' Alive! Stayin' Alive! Won't you take me to (dah-dah!) Funkytown! (Dah-dah!) Won't you take me to...Funkytown!"

"All right, Dancing Queen," Cindy pushed her, "Go be a disco diva while you try your dress on!" Cindy closed the door and leaned against it. When she was sure Libby was in the bathroom, she danced across her room singing "You and me and a Sport Utility Vehicle..." (for all you Veggie Tales fans out there!)

Once she got over that, she picked around the pile of dresses Libby had either brought from home or picked from Cindy's closet and chose a white one with a few layers of petticoat underneath—almost enough to call a hoopskirt without being too hoopy. It had pink puffy sleeves (like Deb's dress from Napoleon Dynamite.). The carnation corsage would match all too well. She tried it on and modeled in front of her mirror. It fit perfectly. Then Libby came back in.

"What do you think, girl?" she asked. She had on the slimming sparkly gold with a slit halfway up her right shin and one strap over her left shoulder. And she wanted to know how she looked?

"Libby!" Cindy said, "You look stunning! Sheen's going to stop dead in his tracks! Either that, or he'll babble like an idiot for 10 minutes."

"Or both," Libby giggled, "Hey, I like that one, Cindy! You look beautiful!"

"You sure?" she turned around, "You don't think it's too much or too little?" Libby joined her at the mirror.

"Cindy, she said, "trust me. You're drop-dead gorgeous. And tomorrow night, Jimmy's going to think the same thing." Cindy smiled. Did she need any more reason to love Libby?

Author's Review:
Boy, Cindy sure changed her tune! LOL! What do y'all think? Is Libby a hot tamale or WHAT? XD