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

Author's Note: Only a couple more chapters after this one.

Everybody immediately switched their gaze from Cindy and Jimmy to Sheen. He was standing in the entrance to the parlor. He held a plastic bag in one hand. His hair was disheveled and his clothes were torn slightly. His eyes held a combination of fear and excitement.

The girls immediately stood up to take Sheen down, but Cindy motioned for them to stay put. "Everybody just stay where you are. I want to know what the hell is going on here, and this screwball is the only person who's willing to tell me."

The girls looked at each other, but they all sat back down. "Thanks, Cindy," Sheen said while flashing her a wide smile. "Before I begin, I have a request. Ladies, please untie my friends."

Cindy glared at Sheen for a moment. Libby stared intently at Sheen, wondering what the heck he was up to. She had just woken up a few moments ago. "Let's just do it, Cindy," she pleaded, eager to end this horrific night.

"No funny business," Sheen promised. Cindy sighed and snapped her fingers. The girls warily untied all of the boys and slapped the unconscious ones awake. "Over here, buys," Sheen instructed. The guys walked over beside him.

Jimmy grabbed Sheen's arm and yanked him close to his face. "What the heck are you doing?"

Sheen's face suddenly became deadly serious. "What has to be done for us to get the heck out of here," he said while shaking Jimmy's grip off of him.

"Well," Sheen said to his audience, the smile back on his face, "everyone just please sit down. I know you ladies must have a lot of questions about what has happened here tonight."

Everyone grudgingly sat down as Sheen said. Jimmy eyed him warily while taking a seat next to Nick. "Should we trust him?" Nick whispered to Jimmy.

Jimmy sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "Might as well."

Sheen cleared his throat and set the plastic bag down on the floor. "Well, let me start at the beginning. I believe it was...yes, it was yesterday. Yesterday in English our foul-mouthed teacher Ms. Wolf gave us an assignment. Can anyone tell me what that assignment was?" Sheen scanned the audience, but nobody raised their hands. "How about you, Ms. Vortex?" he cheerily said while strolling over to Cindy.

Cindy clenched her teeth in anger and took a deep breath. "We had to write in a journal," she muttered. She was beginning to have an idea what this was all about. "We had to fill a page in a journal."

"Bingo!" Sheen shouted while snapping his fingers. "That's correct, Cindy. Round of applause for our brilliant guest?" he asked while walking back to the center of the room. "No? Well, ok then."

As Jimmy began to worry about his friend's sanity, Sheen continued telling the story. "Now, Jimmy wrote a whole mess of crap in that journal. Although I know the contents of it, I am sure Jimmy would not want me to digress from this story and explain what he wrote. Right, Jimmy?"

"Right," an embarassed Jimmy muttered.

Sheen began pacing back and forth between the middle of the room. "Well, I'll just say the journal had some very important stuff in it. When we came back from lunch, Jimmy's journal was gone. It was pilfered by a preppy and pretty prepubescent young lass named..." he stopped there. "Who was that girl? Come on, who stole Jimmy's journal?" Sheen shouted while angrily glaring at Cindy. Sheen was getting pretty fed up with the drama between Cindy and Jimmy and just wanted to get home to watch Ultralord. "Who stole it?" he screamed in Cindy's face.

"I did, you psycho!" Cindy shouted back. "I stole his stupid journal!"

Sheen calmed down and stepped back from Cindy. "You see, Cindy stole that journal. In English class, Jimmy had dropped it on the floor. When she bent down to retrieve it for him, he flipped out. She realized that whatever was in that journal was extremely important to him."

Jimmy glared at Cindy. "So she stole my journal so that she could read its contents to you girls at this slumber party. She was prepared to reveal one of my most private secrets to the whole freakin' class!"

Sheen took a deep breath and moved his hands downward. "Calm down, Jimmy. I'm running the show here." He turned to the girls.

"Now, try to understand Jimmy's point of view. He had been holding in a secret for years without telling anyone. It was getting to him. He figured that a journal was a great place to vent out this secret. But then he realized that you, Cindy, stole it. And worse, you wanted to share it with the entire world. Now don't you think that's a little cruel?"

Cindy looked at the floor and scratched the back of her neck. "I guess. I didn't know it was that big of a deal," she whispered after a moment.

Sheen nodded his head. "So Jimmy wanted to get it back, which is perfectly understandable. He asked us guys to help. We never knew it would turn into all this mess. We just wanted to sneak in, grab the journal, and get out."

Sheen stopped talking and noticed that the girls were thinking. "So basically, Jimmy just wanted to get back what Cindy had stolen. He never meant to hurt anyone. He was just getting back what Cindy did. I'll admit that he took rather extreme circumstances, but it was a rather extreme situation."

Everyone seemed to be nodding their heads and thinking Sheen's words over. Sheen walked over to Cindy. "Now Cindy, I want you to apologize for violating Jimmy's privacy." He stepped away so that Cindy could see Jimmy.

Cindy sighed and stood up, as did Jimmy. "I'm, well...jeez. I'm sor...sorr...sorry that I stole your journal. I didn't think that what was in it was worth all of this."

Jimmy nodded his head. "And I'm sorry that I did all of this. I should have just talked to you instead of breaking into your house."

Sheen walked beside the two, who were both staring at the ground and shuffling their feet. "So, are we all good?" he asked while patting each one's shoulder.

Cindy and Jimmy looked up and smiled at each other. "Yeah, we're good," Cindy admitted while stretching out her hand.

Jimmy eagerly took it and shook it. "We're good."

Sheen smiled and walked back over to the plastic bag. He reached inside and pulled out two small white notebooks. He strolled back over to Jimmy and Cindy. He handed each one a journal. "Here are your journals, guys. Sorry I went through your backpack, Cind," he muttered.

Cindy eyed him angrily for a second, but quickly smiled. "It's alright."

Sheen laughed a little. "Guys, let's get the hell out of here."

Jimmy smiled at Cindy. "Friends?" he cautiously asked.

Cindy smiled back. "Definitely."

They both turned around and began walking back to where their army was sitting. They flipped through the first few pages of the journal, glad to have them back and that this whole ordeal was order.

Both kids immediately paused at the same time. Sheen leaned against a wall and smiled. Jimmy had his mouth hung wide open, his hands trembling. His gaze was fixed on the pages of the journal. His eyes scanned the words quickly. He turned the page and continued reading what was inside. Cindy was doing the same.

"My god," Cindy finally muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "This isn't my journal."

Jimmy and Cindy were reading each other's journal. Sheen had given them the wrong one. Both were too entranced by what the other had written to worry about their own secret being revealed. They both stopped at the same time on the last page, reading the same sentence in both journals.

So basically, I love her, Cindy read, her eyes wide.

So basically, I love him, Jimmy read, his eyes wide.

"You love me?" they both asked while looking up at each other.

The group of boys who were standing behind Jimmy stared at the girls, who were looking back at them. They couldn't believe what they had just heard. Both genders lay symbolically split across the room, staring at each other.