Disclaimer:I do not own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters.

Author's Note: Even I'm confused right now, so I thought I'd clear some things up. I pictured Jimmy and Cindy like they were in fifth grade, relationship wise. Just no flirting at all and alot meaner. So basically they hang out with Sheen, Carl, and Libby. They act civil to each other at times. But they're nowhere near as close as they were back then. Ok, now on to the story.

Jimmy was in his lab later that night, sitting over his workbench. He put down his screwdriver and spun his chair around. He glanced across the room to where he had heard a beeping sound. He looked at the monitor next to his main computer. He saw Cindy standing outside, impatiently tapping her foot. He could see her stamp her foot in anger as it began to rain.

He got up and pressed the button to let her in. A few seconds later she entered his lab and shook her head violently in an attempt to get the rain out. Jimmy shielded his face and tossed her a towel.

"Thanks," Cindy said while wiping herself off. She tossed the towel over her shoulder and took a seat on Jimmy's couch.

Jimmy reappeared from another room with a cup of hot chocolate. He handed it to her. She smiled sweetly at him and took a sip of it. "Thanks, Neutron."

Jimmy tried to hide the disappointment that came from her using his last name. "Cind, what are you doing here? I don't mind or anything, but, well, you know."

Cindy nodded in understanding. "Yeah, it's been awhile." They both stared at each other for a moment, not knowing what to say. Cindy laughed a little. "Fifth grade, right?"

Jimmy thought for a moment. "Yeah. I think that was the last time. Has it really been four years?" he said while laughing as well.

They sat in silence once more. Jimmy eyed Cindy as she took a sip from her cocoa. She noticed him staring at her. Jimmy looked away. "So what do you want, Cindy?"

Cindy put the mug down. "What makes you think I want something?"

Jimmy stared at her. "I'm a genius, remember?"

Cindy smiled and nodded her head. She was about to speak, but Jimmy cut her off. "Before you tell me, I want to know something. And answer me honestly. What happened between us?"

Cindy stared at him with a hint of confusion. "What do you mean?"

Jimmy stood up and started pacing around. "We were friends in fifth grade. Starting to get a little more. But then in sixth grade, you just, well, hated me. You just stopped being my friend. Why?"

Cindy looked intently at him. "I haven't stopped being your friend. We hang out and stuff."

Jimmy stared back at her. "Only because I'm friends with Sheen, you're friends with Libby, and Sheen and Libby are together. We're friends by association. And we're not even that! All you ever do is yell at me and pick on me!" Cindy laughed. "What's so funny?"

Cindy crossed her legs and stared up at him. "I've always picked on you! I've always yelled at you! That's what we do! That's what makes us friends!"

Jimmy just smiled in disbelief and shook his head. "Maybe when we were ten. But we were kids, Cind. Things are different now. That's not how friends treat each other." Jimmy paused and rubbed his head. He didn't even know what he was getting at.

"Ok, look. Just answer this. I just need to know where we stand. I thought I might finally be able to understand girls, but you sure proved me wrong! So just tell me this. Are you my friend?"

Cindy nodded her head. "Yeah, I guess so. Maybe I took you for granted. For a while. And our...relationship...has definitely cooled down since we were kids. But yeah, I guess you're my friend."

Jimmy nodded. "So you could hang out with me without biting my head off?"

Cindy thought for a moment. "I thought you liked the whole rival thing. But yeah, I'm mature. I could be nice to you if I had to."

Jimmy took a deep breath and prepared himself for this next question. "And how do you feel about me?"

Cindy looked even more confused. "I already said we're friends."

Jimmy shook his head. "No, not like that. Like, when we were kids. Like you do Nick. Do you have...feelings for me?"

Cindy stared incredulously at him. "Why? Do you?"

Jimmy's expression turned into one of anger. "I asked you first."

Cindy stared him in the eyes. "No, Jimmy. I don't know what you feel, but I don't like you that way. Maybe when we were ten or eleven, but definitely not now."

Jimmy's heart sunk. He wanted to fall onto the ground and cry, but something told him that wasn't the best way to respond. God, I hope I'm a good actor. Jimmy breathed a mock sigh of relief. "Uh, good. I don't either," he said, stuttering a little between words. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't have feelings either. I mean, that was years ago. Just wanted to clear that up."

Cindy stared at him for a moment, trying to decide if he was telling the truth. She gave up, deciding it would just be easier to believe him. "Alright, good. So, friends?" she asked while stretching out her hand.

Jimmy shook it, trying to ignore the shiver of delight that touching her sent up his spine. "Friends." He paused a moment, trying to think what had brought on this conversation. "Oh, so what did you want to ask me?"

Cindy smiled at the opportunity to tell him. She pulled a packet of papers out from the pocket in her jacket. She unfolded them and handed them and handed them to Jimmy. They were some lines from the play.

"This is my big shot with Nick. I don't want to look like an idiot up there in front of him. Will you help me with my lines?"

Jimmy tried the best he could to smile. It felt like his heart was shattering into a thousand pieces. He wiped a tear from his eye, pretending to scratch his forehead. "Uh, sure. Of course I will," he softly told her.