Quick Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews! It helps a lot to know that at least a few people are reading my story, which, (no bragging intended) has more than one chapter! Kudos! Yay for me!

Ahem, sorry! Got a little excited there. As some of you may already know (from previous story notes) my computer and I disagree severely sometimes. Therefore, anything other than a one-shot is considered by me quite a, well, a good thing for lack of a better word or phrase.

Ack! I'm sooo sorry I've not been able to update sooner! A few unexpected things came up and I couldn't. Aren't you all mad as heck that we didn't get any new episodes?

Some of my anger may be vented through this chapter

Now that I've gotten through with all that, on to Chapter Three: Confrontation.

Libby's guest half led, half dragged Libby to a booth on the opposite side of the Candy Bar from Cindy.

"Libby, I think you should calm down. Way down. If you and Cindy had've fought back there," he jerked his thumb toward the entryway of the diner, "you could've gotten seriously hurt. And what's more, you could've gotten into trouble with your parents. Grounded! I don't want you grounded! Not so close to having one of my lifelong dreams realized! I mean, our lifelong dreams, right baby…" He paused as he tried to put his arm around her shoulder but a death gaze from Libby sent his arm back quite quickly, almost as if he had been shocked.

"What?" He asked in disbelief. "Why can't I put my arm around you? Sheesh, you try to be nice to some people-"

"Sheen, if you don't get out of my face this minute I'll wring your neck." Libby still gazed straight ahead, her eyes cold as ice but full of fire as well.

The look of disbelief still on his face, Sheen thought for a moment. Finally he burst out laughing. Libby turned her death gaze on him. After a few moments, Sheen caught his breath and wiped the remaining tears from his face.

"I'm not joking," She snapped through her clenched teeth.

"Sure, like you would really wring my neck." Sheen dismissed the thought with a mere wave of his hand.

Libby, outraged at his antics, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and pulling his face so it was just inches from hers, snapped, "I'm dead serious. Get out of my face right now, or I'll wring your neck." She let him go and he practically fell to the floor.

Sheen started to speak up but Libby again sent him a death glare which silenced any further protests he might have made. Not wanting to tempt fate, he decided a smoothie or Purple Flurp could soothe Libby and with that thought in mind, made a beeline for the counter.

After seeing the result (or, lack of one) of snapping his fingers in her face, Jimmy decided the next best thing to do would be to shake her and maybe wake her from her reverie. "CINDY!" he mildly screamed as he gently tried to shake her shoulders. The mere touch of somebody, however, was apparently not what Cindy wanted. She thusly vented her rage on the poor, hapless on-bringer.

"Don't touch me, you idiot! Leave me alone!" she angrily snapped as she firmly pushed Jimmy away.

Jimmy understood where her anger was coming from and why, sort of, she was bringing it out on him. However, it wasn't his fault she was mad. At least, not this time. Jimmy knew this and resented it. "Cindy, I understand how you feel but it's not my fault so don't take it out on me!"

First Cindy just angrily glared at him through slit eyes. Then a small pang of guilt resonated inside her and she cast her glance to the floor, frowned, and sighed heavily. "I'm sorry I blew up like that. I know it's not your fault. I'm just so mad right now. And I don't like it that Libby and I are fighting. It's just so unusual. I hate it," she finished gloomily.

Jimmy floundered for a moment, trying to collect his sympathy thoughts. At last he placed a hand gently on her shoulder, and finding that she didn't blow up again or push him away, left it there. "If you don't like it so much, why are you doing it?" he inquired with a small smile.

Cindy sighed again and looked up. "Because…because…I don't know why! We just are! She makes me so mad I could just- AH!" Jimmy, bewildered at her sudden outburst, immediately removed his hand from her shoulder and looked in the direction of her gaze. Seeing Libby with that stormy look in her eyes made him shiver and he looked away.

Cindy crossed her arms and possessed a stormy look herself. Jimmy thought that any further tries at conversation would fall on deaf ears. "Why don't I just go get you a soda or something? Maybe that will…make you…feel…never mind," he finished weakly as she sent her gaze at him. Leaving Cindy to collect her thoughts, Jimmy got up and headed for the counter where he found someone already waiting and ordered a small Purple Flurp for Cindy.

Upon hearing the approach of someone, Sheen turned around. Spotting Jimmy he said merrily, "Jimmy! Man, wasn't that cat-fight cool! Well, I mean it would have been cool if it had actually happened and nobody was hurt or in trouble and Libby wasn't mad at-"

"Sheen? Is that you?" Jimmy asked.

"What do you mean, is this me? Of course it's me! Couldn't you tell? I didn't think Libby had changed that much about me." Sheen shrugged, and then happily ran the few steps to Jimmy. "Do you know when Libby and Cindy will be making up? That almost cat-fight was cool and all, but when Libby's mad at Cindy she gets mad at me and that's worse than when Ultralord was almost defeated by the evil alien Nonkiad from episode 978," Sheen stated matter-of-factly.

"Well, in response to your first question, I saw the resemblance. So Libby gave you a makeover? Why? Hmm. Probably because of the upcoming dance. I assume that you're going with her?"

"You bet! How could I possibly pass up an once-in-a-lifetime chance like this? So are you going with Cindy?"

Jimmy gave Sheen an odd look. "Well, she did ask me. Actually, it was more like begging, but I don't know. If I do, what would people think? What would they say? And if I don't, she could make my life a living nightmare!" Changing the subject, he said, "So what are you doing?"

"Buying something to cool Libby off."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm buying something to cool Cindy down too." Jimmy saw Libby get up from her seat and walk towards him and Sheen. "Uh-oh. Here comes Libby!" he half whispered, half warned Sheen.

"Same here."

This confused Jimmy, but he almost instantly figured out what it meant. The sounds of two angry 'YOU!'s could be heard from behind both Jimmy and Sheen. Turning a little to the side, Sheen could see Libby stalk menacingly towards Cindy who was coming up behind Jimmy.

Jimmy winced slightly as a horrendous thought and picture entered his mind at the probable outcome of this meeting.

"What are you doing talking to the enemy, Jimmy?" came from Cindy, while a "Get away from them now!" could be heard from Libby.

"What! You can't tell me what to do! It's not like we're dating, Cindy!" said an exasperated Jimmy.

"Libby, don't you think you're taking this a bit far? Can't I associate with Jimmy and Cindy?" Sheen asked, just as baffled as Jimmy was.

Completely ignoring the confused outbursts from the boys, Libby hooked her arm with Sheen's and said smugly, "So he's not going to the dance with you? I guess I've already won the bet then haven't I? Since Sheen's my boyfriend and he's taking me to the dance."

Cindy, in turn, hooked her arm with Jimmy's. "Oh yeah? Well, Jimmy's taking me to the dance too!"

Jimmy looked with shock at his intertwined arm and then back at Cindy. When he heard Cindy say with certainty that he was taking her when he hadn't made up his mind either way, he automatically protested. "I never agreed to-" he started, but he didn't get to finish because Cindy elbowed him.

"Of course you did!" she insisted. Jimmy glared at her.

"Sheen's also my boyfriend! Beat that!" Libby challenged.

"Like it's going to be that hard to beat Sheen," Cindy said with a roll of her eyes. "Besides, I have a boyfriend too!"

"Oh really? Who did you harass into dating you?" Libby said, placing her hands on her hips and temporarily letting go of Sheen's arm.

"For you information, I don't have to harass anybody to get them to like me! It just comes automatically," she finished with a smug smile.

"What, the harassment or the snobby attitude? So who's your boyfriend? Jimmy?"

"NO!" cried Jimmy.

Completely ignoring his outburst, Cindy returned, "As a matter of fact, he is. And he's a lot better guy than whoever it is you're bringing!"

"I'm not going with you!" piped Jimmy.

"Yes you are!" shrieked Cindy as she dropped his arm.

"No I'm not!"

"YES YOU ARE!"

"NO I'M NOT!"

Laughter erupted from Libby as she watched them fight. "It sounds like you're getting along just fine too!"

"Oh just shut up! A lot you know. Couples fight! That's not so unusual. Jimmy's my boyfriend and that's that!"

"Oh yeah? Well, Sheen's better than Jimmy!"

"There's no way some Ultra-Loser like Sheen could be better than Jimmy!"

"There might not be way but he is!"

"No he's not!"

"Yes he is!"

"NO HE'S NOT!"

"YES HE IS!"

During the growing argument, Sheen had vainly tried an attempt to converse with Jimmy. "I wonder how long they're going to go on with this argument."

"Who knows? They could argue back and forth like this for hours, days, months, years, etc. Maybe if we're really quiet we can sneak away. On the count of three."

Sheen acknowledged this but before they could go anywhere Cindy and Libby noticed them talking and instantaneously transferred their anger from each other to the luckless boys. From them both the statement "DON'T TALK TO HIM!" came and caused the boys to freeze.

"But I want to talk to Sheen! You can't stop me! We're friends!" protested Jimmy.

"Ha! You can't even control your own boyfriend!"

"Libby, as much as I like the extra attention that I'm getting from you and all, I cannot be controlled like some mere action figure can!"

"Ha! You can't control yours either! So there!"

"I can so!"

"No you can't!"

"Yes I can!"

"AHH! You're so impossible!" With that being said, Cindy grabbed the protesting Jimmy by the arm and dragged him out of the Candy Bar towards the mall.

"Come on Sheen! We're leaving!" Libby said as she followed Cindy and Jimmy out in much the same way.

"Where are we going?" Sheen asked, more than willing to be dragged away by Libby.

"I have no clue."

"Uhh, okay."

"Just shut up."

At the ringing of the exit bell, Sam walked up to the spot where Jimmy and Sheen had ordered. Seeing no one there to pick up the orders, he yelled at the swinging door, "Hey you hooligans! Who's paying for this smoothie and this Purple Flurp, yeah?"

There it is, finally. The third chapter! Woo hoo! I never thought I'd see the day, LOL! Again, sorry guys about the delay! I meant to update sooner, really I did! This chapter is a lot longer than my others. I hope that's okay. Personally, I like longer stories/chapters.

Anywhoo, please send me a reply! If more people respond, I could be persuaded to write faster!