Wow! I got a lot of reviews for the last chapter! I'm so happy! Now for reviews:

Reddistherose: Thanks for your condolences (and your review, lol). Death is always messy, but this death was messy in particular.

The Legendary Frob: (hugs warm fuzzies) Yay warm fuzzies! Glad you liked the changing room scene; it was one of my favorite parts to write (along with Jimmy's monologue. Those are always fun). I'm also glad you think I'm capturing Sheen and Libby's relationship well. That's always good to hear!

Savejimmy: Thanks. As for the episode idea, well, I don't think so personally. At least, not and me typing it, because I don't think I do that good of a job. I'm flattered that you think so, though!

Everybody else: Thanks for taking the time to review my story, especially those of you that reviewed the last chapter. I was expecting maybe 3 at the most, but when I opened up my email there were 5 (I think)! I was ecstatic!

I meant to have the last chapter up sooner, but the site wouldn't let me log in. Stupid website. Speaking of the last chapter, I meant to put in the separating lines but completely forgot to! I finally figure out how to separate them, and then forget to put it in. LOL, I'm awful. I also meant to have this chapter up sooner, but put simply: Technology sucks. You do the math.

One more IMPORTANT thing about the timing: I figure I might have confused some of you (or maybe not, seeing as how nobody's brought it up yet, but I'm starting to confuse myself so…). Anyway, the shopping scene took place on a Wednesday. Thursday, there will be no school (due to dance preparations and a teacher's meeting) and Friday school will be cut short (We'll say it'll end at 12:30.) How's that?

Chapter 6: Calling Complaints

Bring! A pause. Bring! Another pause. BRING!

"Cynthia! Are you going to answer your phone?" Cindy's mom yelled up the stairs.

Cindy withdrew her face from the pillow and glanced at the Caller ID. No, she answered silently.

Bring!

"Cynthia Vortex! Answer your phone this minute! I'm not paying $28.95 a month for your own phone line if you don't use it!"

Bring!

With a sigh she answered, "Yes Mother," and picked up the phone, cutting it off mid-bring.

"Hello?" Cindy answered as sweetly as she could, considering what had happened. She dreaded this conversation.

"I don't know where to start. Wait, yes I do," Jimmy stated, in an aggravated tone. "Why? Why did you have to kiss me?"

Cindy could almost picture him standing in his room (or his lab, one or the other) with a horrified look on his face (probably because he either figured out you can't wash away imaginary creatures, namely cooties, or in remembrance of what caused him to scrub maniacally at his cheek), phone placed between ear and shoulder, making animated hand gestures and pacing, awaiting an answer.

"Because I wanted out," she explained simply.

"Well why didn't you just ask? I would've let you out, you know," he made a point in telling her. "Eventually."

"Eventually! No you wouldn't! I asked you to let me out and you went crazy and blocked the door!"

Jimmy faltered when she pointed this out. "Well…well… well, still… Why didn't you just use your martial arts training or something? I could've lived with a few bruises; now I'll probably need therapy or something! I'll be scarred for life!"

Cindy didn't know exactly where to start off first: with indignation at the insult or with an explanation that karate is only to be used in self defense. She debated with herself, but before coming to an answer Jimmy spoke.

"Well? Aren't you going to explain yourself?"

"I did! I wanted out and you wouldn't let me! The mayor said that if I ever touch your 'precious' head again, I could get fined. Besides, karate is for self-defense only. So there!"

"The mayor actually said he'd fine you? What'd you do?"

"Remember last month when you spilled paint on my brand new shirt and I forced the paint can on your head then shoved you into the wall? Yeah, well, apparently he found out about it. Probably from Principal Willoughby after he gave us both detentions."

Jimmy gave a short, guilty chuckle. "Oh yeah. Forgot about that little incident. I never did understand why he gave me detention, though."

Even over the phone, Cindy was sure Jimmy knew she had her jaw dropped in disbelief. "Why he gave you detention? Spew-tron, you dummy, you started it! If you hadn't gotten paint on my new shirt, I wouldn't have pushed you into the wall!"

"Hey! You know good and well that it was an accident! Besides, it wasn't even me! It was Sheen!"

With a roll of her eyes, she responded, "Sure, Neutron. Blame everything on Sheen."

"It was! He was playing with my watch; Remember I took it off because I didn't want paint on it? Anyway, Sheen got it and was pressing buttons when he activated my Atom-Blaster, which caused your paint container to basically evaporate, which in turn caused-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, like I said, blame it on Sheen."

She could hear Jimmy count to ten under his breath. "Look, if it means anything, after I did it I felt like rinsing my mouth out with bleach."

Jimmy sighed. He had obviously come to some sort of self agreement. "If we both feel the same way about this, uh, incident, how about we agree to forget about it completely and never, ever, under any circumstances excluding death bring it up again?"

Cindy contemplated this. Of course, she would deny it in a court of law if it was ever brought up, but did she really want to forget about it? Even after the minor tingling sensation had long passed, thoughts of her lips on his cheek were almost enough to bring a blush to her cheeks and that tingling sensation back. "Deal." If he was willing to forget it ever happened, so be it.

But do I really, really want to forget all about it? A voice nagged in the back of her mind. Of course I do, this is Jimmy we're talking about. And besides, he wants to completely erase it from his memory (and mine). Why am I even having this conversation with myself? Cindy questioned for various reasons. What she had done earlier this afternoon had disturbed her. Kissing Jimmy had been a rather crude alternative. Not only did it slightly surprise her that she had actually done it without a thought to the consequences, but the feeling it had produced had delighted her. That in itself was enough to petrify her.

She suddenly remembered she was having a conversation and transferred her attention to the drone of Jimmy's voice. Wait a minute, there's no annoying voice talking on the other end of the line…

"What?" Cindy could only imagine his expression right now.

"I was just saying how great it was that pigs could fly and money grew on trees."

"Well, if you're going to be sarcastic about it-"

"I said I was glad we agreed to never bring it up again. I just asked you before you came back from la-la land if you ran into Libby and Sheen while making your getaway?"

Cindy smiled. She had run into them, as he referred to it, but not in the store they'd been in. Actually, she'd fled past them coming out of the Ultralord store on her way to the exit.

"For your information, Nerdtron, I did run into them. But I guess you dragged me out of sight for no reason because I saw them coming out of the Ultra Lord shop. They weren't in the dress boutique. And no, I didn't say a thing to them, so don't even ask."

"Good for you, Vortex. Now I know that you can keep your mouth shut." Jimmy laughed at his sudden observation, which only made Cindy worse.

Cindy's eye started to twitch in anger. The little twerp! Of all the nerve-He better be glad there's a phone cord separating us! "I'd like to hear you say that to my face, Franken-brain. But don't worry; you'll get your payback tomorrow," said she, and promptly slammed the receiver down with a very severe 'click'.

"Cindy? What do you mean; I'll get my payback tomorrow? Cindy? Cindy!" Jimmy, of course, wasn't going to be answered, seeing as how the ring tone was playing very loudly in his ear.

Forlornly putting his phone on its hook, he slumped down on an empty position on his couch. What have I gotten myself into?

Okay. If you didn't read enough author's notes at the beginning to satisfy you, there's plenty more down here. I feel like I have a lot to say, but I'm going to try to keep it short.

This chapter was a long time coming. This was in part because I'm a procrastinator. And I'm lazy, but that's beside the point. It was also because I wasn't exactly sure where I wanted to go from chapter five. I know what I want to happen in the last chapter (which I'm thinking might be chapter eight), but I'm still not quite sure how to get there from here.

Also, in the process of finishing this story, my mind is constantly thinking up new ideas for new stories, and I've figured out what I think is a very promising plot line for my next story, which will be a crossover. Ten bucks to the first person to guess which show will be in my crossover (Jimmy Neutron, of course, but that goes without saying, doesn't it?)

My last note for this chapter: I think this chapter sucked. I just couldn't get what I wanted into it, or something along those lines. It just doesn't feel right or something. Although I had my friend pre-read it and she thinks it sounds good. Maybe it's just me?

Is it bad that my author's notes are almost as long as my story? Probably. Anyway, please review and critique this chapter. It really, really needs it I think.