Sly Cooper-Yay! I get cookies! I love cookies! Are they chocolate chip cookies? I just love chocolate chip cookies! lol

Sassy08-Thanks, it makes me feel like I have a purpose to know that someone loves my story. Life has meaning to me now!

MagicV-Thank you, everyone knows that she belongs to Jimmy anyways, so everyone can already guess that she'll get over Nick soon.

kingdom219-Yeah, the first one was definately better, darn it!

teejayvortex-The movies did freak me out too, cause after I watch them I'm always paranoid that something sharp was going to stab me, or something was going to explode right next to me. I'm weird like that, though.

Disclaimer: I don't own Jimmy Neutron or Final Destination.

Strange Happenings

She lifted her eyes at the sound of his name, yet no tears came. She was through with crying; it wouldn't bring him back, so what was the point. Her biggest regret was that she hadn't told him the truth. Why she had never wanted to do anything more with him than kiss him.

She felt so bad when she remembered the first time they had kissed. He started to make out with her, but she had stopped him. He never had asked why, he had just backed away from her.

"Jimmy, why won't you turn the TV on?" Carl asked, making everyone turn to him.

Cindy, from her seat on the floor near the corner, looked at Jimmy suddenly through her sad green eyes. She was clearly warning him to keep the TV off. Slowly, he reached for the remote control. She stood up and walked across the room to him.

"Don't turn it on," She said barely above a whisper.

"Cindy, I have to. We have to know what's going on," Jimmy stated calmly, pressing the 'on' button.

She glared at him for a moment, then squeezed herself on the couch between him and Sheen. After flipping through the channels, they came to the local news channel, where they were live on the scene of the wreck on highway 180.

"Here on highway 180, a bus from local Retroville Junior High, which is ironically bus number 180, was run head on by a semi-truck carrying a container of gasoline. Officials aren't positive, but they believe that eveyone on the bus died in the explosions that the collision produced. We don't know much more yet, so stay tuned for breaking news updates," The newsperson on the television said while holding the microphone up to her mouth.

Then a commercial for the Candy Bar came on, and everyone in the room averted their eyes from the TV to Jimmy. Jimmy, on the other hand, was trying to comfort Cindy, as her eyes were welling up with tears throughout the whole broadcast.

"Cindy, it's alright. If we would've just got on that bus like everyone else, we wouldn't be here now. Don't you realize that everyone in this room had friends on that bus that died too?" Maybe it wasn't the right thing to say, but Jimmy had tried his best to make it comforting.

"Did anyone in this room have a boyfriend on that bus? Huh?" She looked around menacingly in the silence and no one met her glare. "That's what I thought! None of you know how it feels to watch someone you love more than anything in the world die in a freak accident like that! None of you!"

"Well, actually Cindy, I should've said something sooner, but...I did have a boyfriend on that bus," Betty said, not sure if she wanted to feed Cindy's anger any further.

Cindy focused her glare on her. "Oh really? Who was it then, we're all dying to know!"

"It was...Nick..." Betty was looking at anything but Cindy, and at the same time she was watching her out of the corner of her eye to make sure that she didn't make any advances towards her.

"...What?" Cindy's eyes lost the fire in them for a split second, and Jimmy grabbed her shoulders. "You and Nick were...he was...cheating...but we...he said that...that he would never think about cheating on me with any other girl..."

"Aw, I'm sorry Cindy, I really, truly am," Betty said with fake concern. Seeing that her chance to tell Cindy off had come, she stood up and waltzed over to her. "But, most guys would just chose me over you anyways. Take Jimmy for example."

"I'm warning you, Quinlan, if you say one more thing, I will personally make sure that your life somehow meets the same sudden end as this fly's does!" Libby threatened, as she smacked a fly out of the air with her hands.

"Oh? And what're you going to do? Make me listen to music until I die? Right..." Betty smirked, right in Libby's face.

"Girl, you better get outta my grill or, so help me-" Sheen grabbed her around the waist and cut her off. "Let me go!" She said, struggling to break free.

Cindy watched this as if it was one of those old, black and white movies. None of this could be real; this kind of stuff just didn't happen to her. She was just a normal teenage girl who had a normal life. Well, with the acception of a beserk invention reeking havoc on the town every once in a while, her life was normal. As normal as anyone in the room that she was standing in, and yet in the past 24 hours she had 'died' in someone's mind, watched her boyfriend die in a firey freak automobile accident, and learned that the guy that had promised to love her, and only her, had cheated on her with some skanky slut that she had always hated.

"C'mon Cindy, let's go into the kitchen. I need to talk to you alone," Jimmy said, seeing that this would be the perfect time to pour his feelings into the mind of the beautiful blonde that he held tightly in his arms. He pulled her into the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, she broke away from her captor and slowly made her way to the window. He silently watched her for a moment, then broke the silence.

"Cindy, I'm sorry. I know I had nothing to do with it, and I don't have anything to say that's comforting, really, but I do have something to tell you." She raised her eyes to look into his, and the tears came suddenly.

Somehow, through all the sobs, she managed to say, "I trusted him."

He let her cry on his shoulder and they both sat in the booth that was under the window, lightning crackling in the distant dark sky.

"Please stop crying. I can't stand to see you cry, even though you're still pretty when you do," She looked up and smiled at him. Then she looked down at her hands.

"I would've...never guessed..." She shakily said.

He thought for a few seconds. "Cindy," He said in her ear. "I know how you feel. This is almost as heart-breaking on me, because I can't stand to see you like this. I know that it hurts, but...I guess I don't know, do I?"

"Jimmy," She hesitantly said, "Have you ever liked someone, but pretended to like someone else? I mean, now that I know that he was cheating on me...I feel bad because I never told him that I never really liked him as much as I should've."

Jimmy stared at her. "Yeah. In fact, I'm in the same situation. Only the girl I like is way too good for me."

"Oh, yeah right. You're the smartest guy in town, I'm sure I know plenty of girls who would kill to go out with you," Cindy said, and she looked deeply into his eyes as he searched for something to say.

He was so cute when he was thinking. How could anyone not be good enough for him? He was smart, cute, and funny when he wasn't trying to play a prank on her. He also knew how to have a good time, and his manners were great. Any girl would love to go out with him. The only reason that most girls didn't was because hi social standing at school. He was considered a geek. If only they could see him as I do, She thought. Then he would be popular and nobody would care if I had dumped Nick for him.

"Really? Who?" He asked. A sly smile played across his lips as she embraced him in a tight hug.

She was so close to him right now. She loved it whenever they were like this, because the feeling of him being so close to her body...He was so warm and she was probably shivering from his touch, though it wasn't a bad thing.

He pulled back and watched her through his ocean deep blue eyes. She was crying slightly, because she had never actually stopped; and her hands were laying down around her slender body. She had so many good features, whereas the only good thing about him was that he was smart. He sighed, and he felt her examine him with her eyes.

"So many girls...I can't name them all..." She replied to his earlier question.

"You're just saying that because you can't name anyone," He said, and the triumphant smile he proudly wore whenever he was right reappeared on his face.

"I can so! But if the girls in our school saw you the way I see you sometimes..." Her dreamy expression made him smile, and she returned it with the sweetest smile that she could force her lips into. "Jimmy, I have something to tell you..."

"I have something I need to tell you too, and I have to tell you now, but...but you can go first if you want to," He said.

"Alright," She took a deep breath. "It's..really hard to say, but..." Suddenly, she looked up and they were merely a few inches apart, and neither of them knew how it happened.

She looked down at his lips and back into his eyes. He securely wrapped his arms around her waist, thus pulling her ever so closer. She rested her hands on his shoulders. Their breath merged together, and Cindy felt her heart beating faster than it ever had in her entire life. She reached up to his face and slowly rubbed his cheek.

"If only it wasn't so hard to confess..." She whispered, and then lightly pressed her lips onto his.

It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. The rush of happiness that he felt was greater than anything he could've felt while breaking through the earth's atmosphere in his rocket. It was like he was struck by lightning, and the electricity was shooting through his entire body. His lips were tingling and he couldn't think straight. All he could think about was the girl kissing him; his so-called rival. His enemy, his opposite. Here she was, kissing him. On the lips.

They were just getting into it further, Cindy pulled Jimmy down on top of her so that she was laying in the booth. A small moan escaped her mouth as their tongues battled for dominance. Jimmy's wopn and Cindy gladly opened her mouth wider to let his tongue gain access. It had been a good five minutes, when Cindy slowly pushed Jimmy away. She didn't want to break the kiss, but she had to because she needed air. She stared at him in amazement, and he stared back.

"Wow," She said. "I never knew that you were that good of a kisser."

"Yeah," He sat up and turned away.

"So...did you get what I was trying to tell you?" She asked hesitantly.

"Um...maybe..."

"Did you feel anything when we were kissing?" She asked hopefully.

The better question was, was there anything he didn't feel. He didn't know how to respond to her question, so he didn't say anything. She now had a desperate look in her eyes.

"So what? Are you going to just ignore me now?" Still getting no response, she stood up and faced him. "If that's the way you're going to be, then fine! It wasn't you that I liked anyways, so if you even had that thought in your over-sized head, erase it!"

She stormed out of the kitchen, leaving Jimmy to think about what he hadn't said. He should've said something. He knew what he wanted to say, he just didn't have enough courage to say it. Now she hated him, there was no doubt about it, if any before.

Cindy ran into the living room, looking as if she was about to beat somebody's face in. Libby, Sheen, and Carl, who were sitting on the couch, all moved away from Betty as Cindy approached her.

"You were right. Jimmy would chose you over me." Cindy got right up in Betty's face. "But I hope you know, if you two start dating, you won't last long. He's a socially inept loser who doesn't know the first thing about treating a girl right; also he is uglier than any boy I can think of, and you're a snobby bitch who would sell her body for a dollar to some skeeze on a street corner!"

Betty simply smiled, while the others watched horrified. "Yeah, I know. But that's better than not getting the guy, now isn't it?" The pure calmness in Betty's voice when she said that just enraged Cindy more.

"I give up!" She yelled, reaching for the door knob. "I can't live with this! I should've stayed on that frickin' bus; at least I wouldn't have to put up with you!"

She stepped outside, slamming the door as hard as she could behind her.

The silence grew around her, but it wasn't the quiet kind of silence. The rain made a peacefully sullen sound as it fell to the ground, and the booms of thunder that issued from the sky every few minutes added to the serenity. She could vaguely hear the others talking in the room, and by the sound of it, Jimmy had just entered. In a desperate attempt to tune them out, she stepped off the porch and into the rain.

"Why me?" She whispered softly, looking up to the heavens with her arms slightly outstretched. "Why?"

If she was crying, it wasn't noticable. She was drenched anyways.

"Jimmy, how could you be so stupid?" Libby asked, walking up to him as soon as he walked in through the doorway. Somehow, Libby always knew exactly why Cindy was upset, and she always had the right thing to say to make the situation better.

"I just...I knew exactly what I wanted to say, I just couldn't say it!" He made movements with his hands as if to indicate that what he was saying was true.

"Yeah, well I'm not the one you need to tell that to." She pointed out the window to the lonely looking figure standing depressingly in the downpour.

Jimmy moved towards the window. "That's where she went?"

"You didn't hear her slam the door screaming 'I give up! I can't live with this!'?" Libby replied incrediously. Jimmy just stared at the emotional girl through the thin layer of glass.

"God, she's so enigmatic!" He exclaimed to himself.

"She's what?" Libby asked.

"Enigmatic. She's complex. Confusing. An Enigma," Libby nodded in understanding. "An annoying enigma..."

At the end of his sentence, a piercing scream filled the air.

"Who was that?" Jimmy asked.

"I don't know," Libby said, chilled.

"It came from upstairs. Where'd Betty go?" Jimmy asked, looking around.

Everyone looked towards the staircase. Jimmy practically flew up them as the rest followed him. He was reaching for the handle of the bathroom door, when it burst open and Betty came out, looking extremely pale and terrified.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Jimmy asked, as Betty collasped in a heap on the floor against a wall.

"I...it...fell...almost killed me..." Was all that Betty would say.

Cindy appeared at the top of the steps, looking bewildered. The scene was pretty strange. Jimmy, Carl, and Sheen were hovering over Betty, who was cowering on the floor, and Libby was examining the door to the bathroom cautiously.

"What's going on?" She asked. "Who screamed?" Although she could take an educational guess who had.

"We don't know what's going on. We just heard Betty scream," Carl explained. She looked to Jimmy for a better explaination, but Jimmy was doing everything he could not to look at her.

"Yeah, but she won't tell us what happened," Sheen said curtly.

"Move," Cindy said in a very quiet but clearly assertful tone.

Everyone stepped back to reveal a girl who started to cower even more at the sight of Cindy.

"What happened?" Her voice seemed so deep that it echoed throughout the hallway.

"That big mirror...almost...fell on me. I dodged it...at...the last minute..." With every pause she would shoot a nervous glance at Cindy, who turned to Jimmy.

"Do you think it's a coincidence?" She asked.

"What?" He replied, still avoiding her eyes.

"I mean...Well, there was this one movie that Libby and I went to see a long time ago, and it was about some kid who had a vision that the plane he was getting ready to get on crashed."

"So! Your point is?" Sheen asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"So her point is...him and his friends got kicked off the plane, and then it did crash," Everyone exchanged weird looks, as Libby began to finish the story. "And then the kids that were supposed to die on the plane started dying and they figured out that you can't cheat death...or something like that, I don't really remember it..."

"Can't cheat death..." Jimmy said under his breath as he thought. "That makes perfect sense!"

"What do you mean!" Betty asked visciously as she stood up and brushed herself off.

"He means that it makes sense. Or did you not hear that part because your brain doesn't function right?" Cindy asked her with the sweetest smile she could fake obviously.

Betty just sneered and turned to Jimmy.

"I saw that movie. Something about death's design...It means that whoever was supposed to die next on the bus in my vision...is gonna die next," He started pacing, a sign that a long speech was in everyone's near future. He turned on his heel abruptly and stared in Betty's direction.

A smile spread across Betty's face as she walked over to Jimmy.

"You're just trying to scare me because of what I did to your little girlfriend," Cindy and Jimmy exchanged nervous glances. "Oh, yeah. I overheard the conversation you two were having in the kitchen. Well, it wasn't really a conversation, but I'm sure some tongues were moving!"

Everyone looked at the two blushing geniuses. Betty leaned her head closer to Jimmy's face.

"You know, that's a pity. You could do so much better..." She began to press her lips against his in a forceful way.

His eyes sprung wide open and he pushed her off of him, sending her sprawling back against the opposite wall.

She smirked, while Jimmy threw her the dirtiest look he could. Then she turned and started descending the stairs.

"He wasn't joking. You're the next to die," Cindy called after her.

She turned. "I just ruined your life and you expect me to believe some crap that Jimmy's saying to freak me out?"

"Yeah, well if a fence clotheslines you into a million slices or you get strangled in your bath tub, don't invite us to the funeral."

"Cindy, dear, do you honestly think that you're scaring me?" She walked back up to Cindy and grabbed her arm.

Leading her outside in the rain, she stopped and turned to find that everyone had followed them. Pulling her further, she halted when they were in the middle of the road.

"Let's see," She looked around at everything. Cindy just stared at her.

"You wanna know what is really scary?" She asked.

"Whatever..." Cindy replied under her breath.

"You see this storm grate over here?" She said, dragging Cindy over to the metal bars that were on the side of the road. "Well, your foot can get caught in it...really easy..."

Before Cindy had time to react, Cindy found her left foot slid in between two of the iron bars, courtesy of Betty. She stood to the side to admire her handiwork.

"It's a good thing that there isn't a car coming. You'd get hit," Then she looked into the distance as Cindy struggled with her leg. "Oh! What's that! The 1:00 bus to downtown Retroville? Oh no, whatever will we do?"

The headlights shone on the two adolescents in the road, and the bus was approaching quickly. Cindy's eyes got wide as the bus was now ten meters away. The headlights now blocked Betty out, and she stood on the dark half of the road laughing.

Jimmy's scream of "Cindy!" was never heard over the screeching of the tires and the loud thud. The bus swerved to miss Cindy, who had her hands up in front of her face in defense, and hit the laughing brunette, making her head spin sickly all the way around on her shoulders. And that's when Cindy's scream could be heard, as the bus sped on past.

Well, what do you think of this chapter? Good or bad? Sorry it took so long to update, but I think that this is a pretty long chapter, so I guess it evens out. R & R

Kristi