Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters.
The next day Cindy was walking down the street. She stopped in her tracks and took a few steps backwards. Worth a shot. She smiled as she walked into a CVS.
Cindy smiled pleasantly at the cashier. She made her way to the cosmetics department in the back of the store. Making sure there weren't any security cameras or people nearby, she placed some lipstick and other makeup into her pockets. She quickly exited the store.
Half an hour later, a painted up Cindy was walking down the street when she noticed several boys around her age playing baseball in a park. She hopped the fence and sat down on a bench. She carefully inspected each of them.
Jimmy noticed that a boy in a green T-shirt had a small bulge in his back pocket. She waited a few moments. After the boys were done playing, she strolled over to her target.
"You were really good out there," Cindy said while matching her pace with the boy's.
"Uh, thanks," the boy nervously said.
Cindy giggled a little. "What's your name?"
"Thomas," the boy said while trying to smile a little.
Cindy rested her gaze on the boy's arm. "Wow, Thomas. You must work out," Cindy said while edging a little closer to him.
"Well, I, uh, you know. I try," Thomas said while blushing.
Cindy took a quick glance at the boy's backside. There was definitely something in that pocket. "So," she said while grabbing his arm. "Uh, what's your favorite position?"
Thomas spit out his water and started to cough. "Wh...what?" he asked while wiping his mouth.
Cindy smiled. "I meant baseball, silly."
Thomas smiled as well. "I, uh, usually do shortstop."
Cindy squeezed his arm. "I hear that shortstop is a pretty tough position. You must be a real man," Cindy said while brushing her other arm past his backside.
Thomas jumped a little. "Well, I better get going," Cindy sadly said. "See you around, Thomas."
Thomas turned around and stared at her as she walked off. "Yeah, you too." He thought for a moment. "Call me!" he desperately shouted.
"You didn't give her your number, idiot," his friend said as they walked off.
Hope Jimmy never finds out about that. Cindy stopped for a moment. But why do I care if he does? Cindy shook those thoughts out of her head before continuing her walk. She smiled as she pulled something out of her pocket. It was Thomas' wallet.