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Jimmy had been left in the chemistry lab in a much less put-together state than Cindy. The most his numbed senses would allow him to do was gape stupidly at the emptied room, keep his eyes stapled into a permanently wide-open position, and make his stomach squirm in a very peculiar manner. It was several minutes after Cindy had flounced out – wearing pants the proper length, he had noted – before he was able to set some of the thoughts floundering in his mind into legible feelings.

There was no way this done-up cover-girl was Cindy. Not his Cindy! His Cindy, who had all those years tormented him endlessly; his Cindy who flushed his notebook down a toilet in the third grade; his Cindy who lived to pick a fight with him, using every waking and relentless breath to turn his childhood upside down.

He pressed his fists against his temples. What in the name of Isaac Newton was wrong with him? He had seen her a mere few months ago; what was the reason to get so worked up now?

She wasn't this close last time…a little spot in his mind hissed.

So what? he snappped back, only mildly concerned about the sanity lapse he must have been in to create an argument with himself. That only gives her an easier opportunity to put lanthanum in my sulfer compound again.

It was something bigger than elementary school lab mishaps, though. Something different. He was smart enough to know she must have caught the looks hehad perpetuallyshot her, searching for the source of her…well, sobered behavior. It was when he flashed back to several months ago he remembered the lifeless eyes she had had. Seeing her again and mulling it over in his stupified but still workable thoughts brought Jimmy to a sudden and abhorrent realization: she was bored.

She hardley looked it upon first glance, and he would have never have been able to see as deep down into her eyes those few months ago as he had today. He was loath to admit it, but she was gorgeous. A real ravishing beauty, so grown and mature, so it made him wonder even more how she could seem so unaware and dead; she hardly even flinched when he had called out her name. She had squeezed in as much sarcasm as was possible into that short look they had exchanged, though, contradicting her apearance and letting the smallest sliver of the defiant Cindy he knew shine through. Jimmy wondered what had happened while he had been gone. She had really changed.

"Afternoon, Professor!" Cody sang from the doorway, grinning idioticly. "Didn't see you at lunch; what kept you?"

Jimmy watched him skip over to the side of his desk distractedly. "Hmm? Oh yeah. Sorry about that. It took longer to get back from the moon than I thought origionally."

Cody picked up a piece of chalk from the metal holding tray beneath it and began decorating the notes on the board behind Jimmy with little smiling faces and flowers as he asked, "And what all-important business did the moon require of the campus genious?"

Too distracted to be peturbed by his friend's odd mood, Jimmy answered, "Updating my little brother." Cody looked even more confused when Jimmy finished, "His hardware was out-dated and wasn't allowing him to function properly."

Cody tossed the chalk from hand to hand. "My mom just sent my younger siblings to day-care, but I'm sure the moon works well, too…" He mis-aimed the piece of chalk – perhaps not entirely by accident – and it struck Jimmy in the middle of the forehead. The young professor jerked out of his state and rubbed away the smear of yellow residue that had been transferred.

"He's not human, brainiac," he retorted, chucking the offensive item back with a conciderable amount more use of force than it had been received with.

"You too, huh?" Cody said, leaning to avoid the biffing. He was being relentlessly smart-mouthed, a sure sign he was in a good moodor was avoiding some recentlycommited felony."I've been trying to tell that to my mom for years, but she insists that aliens didn't drop them off at our door."

"I've met several aliens and I can assur you: that would be the last thing on their agenda" Jimmy said absently. "My brother's a robot. I built him when I was eleven because I wanted a younger sibling."

Cody looked horrifeid. "Why?" he whispered.

"I told you I wanted a – "

"Yes, I heard. Why!"

"I already learned that lesson," Jimmy assured his friend, hoping he wouldn't go into an over-dramatic frenzy – again. "Why do you think he's in a different orbit?"

"Excelent point…though it might not have been far enough," Cody remarked thoughtfully.

"I concur," Jimmy snorted. "Now, what's gotten you into such a good mood?"

A dreamy expression over-took Cody's features and it was several moments before he was able to say, "It has been revealed to me that this school is not mearly filled with people carrying so many books that worms are inevitable."

"Of course not," Jimmy agreed. "They let you in, right?"

"Ha ha," Cody said hollowly. His dreamy expression returned almost immeadiatly. "I have met a goddess."

Jimmy snorted. He had heard this line from Cody with several other girls he had dated, so he did not take it all that seriously. He voiced this thought.

"You simple-minded fool," Cody glared. "This angel is not to be compared to any other human on this planet. She is more radiant than the sun itself, her soul more pure than snow, her spirit more powerful than the explosion you caused last semester with that sulfer compound – "

"Aside from the terrible analogy, that wasn't all my fault!"

" – no words can fully describe her – "

"You seem to have covered the basics. Anything you missed?"

Cody chaînéed over to a student's desk, flopping down into it with a long, drawn-out sigh. "Such an amazing, beautiful, blonde – "

"Run," Jimmy advised, cutting in sharply. Cody looked interested.

"You don't seem to be the type to go after girls, let alone blonde bombshells," he said. "You know any?"

Jimmy stood and riffled through the papers he had taken from his bag. "Oh, yes. And she's not just the shell, but the whole bomb. I think the only person who was idiotic enough to pick a fist-fight with her was the school bully, and he was out for a week with a black eye. Got four stitches, too."

Cody whistled. "Did you know her well?"

"Oh, very well," Jimmy said, almost laughing out loud. "She lived across the street from me and made sure I knew it daily. Her best friend was practically going out with Sheen – I've told you about him and Carl, right? Anyways, she and her friend would tag along on these adventures we always ran off into. In fact, I learned when I was time-traveling with Sheen and Carl that I would end up marrying her, but that was only because we had gotten her friend's birthday present mixed up with an experiment of mine that would have turned her into a dictator. We cleared that up, so it's irrelevant, actually…at least, I hope it is…" Jimmy suddenly realized Cody was looking at him very strangely. "…sooo, I don't even know why I'm telling you this, you can forget it all, don't you have a class?"

Jimmy sayinghis final run-on sentence very quickly did not wipe Cody's short-term memory bank in spite of strong wishing, so his friend continued to veiw him as though another head had popped up on his left shoulder, or as though he had been excecuting very complicated gymnastic moves as he had been speaking, or, even, as though he had just blurted out a very paranormal and personal event that one does not usually come in contact with on a daily basis (if one has not known Jimmy Neutron for more than a year, of course.) Cody stood and shook his head. "You must have had one freaky childhood, dude."

Jimmy had nothing to say to this; he sank into his chair with a sharp exhale and a nod.

"Aside from the fact that you were time travling and all that, I mean…" Cody clarified.

"Yes, I got that," Jimmy snapped. "Is there anything else I can do for you before I degrade myself further?"

"As much fun as that would be to see," Cody contemplated, "I don't think I hold the metal capasity to absorb it all. I'm done with classes for the day and wondered if you wanted to head out somewhere."

"You know what?" Jimmy said, standing and throwing his bag over his shoulder. "That's just what I need right now: some good, mindless, college-student stress relievents. I could really go for some fun..."

And that's just what he did, Cody stumbling along behind in attempt to keep up with his rampage. They first crashed at his apartment, raping it of all possible entertainment sources before calling up several more friends and acquaintances to join them in a club-hopping mob. For the first time in his young life, Jimmy entirely let himself go and went wild with pent-up hormones and deeply-burried desires. This was a great spectacle to everyone who knew him that was there to witness it. When he finally took a breather and watched his friends from their booth dancing and laughing, he was shocked at a sudden, horrific thought: he was out at ten o'clock on a school night. He expressed his horrification to Cody, who laughed uproariously after a moment of silence in which he executed whether Jimmy was actually being serious or not.

"Jimmy, you have got to get out more," Cody said through tears and more sniggers. Jimmy didn't seem to see what was so funny. Cody's mood sobered instantly and he shoved his friend back out on the dance floor, telling him repeatedly it was alright, he wouldn't die, life was supposed to be like this, just forget everything else for now. Go on. Forget. Forget it all.

He did.

He forgot all about responsibility.

He forgot all about the lessons he would have to teach the next morning through a hang-over.

He forgot all about the day he had had.

He forgot all about Cindy.

Cindy.

Cindy and her life-less eyes.

Cindy and her properly-fitted pant legs.

Pretty, vivacious Cindy, who made sure to glare at him when she walked by his desk on the way out of the class.

His class.

The class he would have to teach tomorrow.

Tomorrow…

He would see her again tomorrow.

Forget…

Feeling quite intoxicated, Jimmy went back to the booth, where two of Cody's classmates – people Jimmy had only met a few times previous to that evening – were bonded together at the lips. They somehow notice him approach though and made room for him without even breaking their seal. Sitting down made him feel even more light-headed than before however, and he at once stood.

He habituallyran a hand through his sweaty hair, setting it on even more of an end than it had been before. He searched for Cody in the crowd, but all their collective and simultaneous bobbing and swaying made him feel rather nauseous. He tried to work his way around the edges of the mass, but his legs did not seem to be functioning properly. He felt like he was moving through a pool of jello. It seemed like an hour before he was able to reach the door. He fell upon its saftey bar gratefully and pushed it open with the little remaining strength he possed.

The cool night air blasted him as full on as running into a wall would have. It could not clear his fogged mind, though. Nothing could. Life was too confusing to be cleared with simple oxygen.

Life.

Life-less eyes.

Cindy's eyes, green and life-less.

Even as drunk as he was – both by alchohol and his swirling thoughts – he was able to call Goddard on his communicator watch and send for his car. He was very glad he had installed auto-pilot into its main systems. He would have never been able to drive home in the state he was in. He had completely forgotten the way.

Completely forgotten.

Forgotten Cindy…

A/N: I spent 3 days up in the mountains with a friend of mine and all her crazy relatives for the first weekend of my summer vacation. We came home early because it wouldn't stop raining and hailing; all our clothes were either wet or scorched from attempting to dry them over the fire. (That latter bit was nothing I took part of, though, I can proudly say.) I can tell you this much: I have never been more appreciative of my computer than when I came back the other day. I've been camping many times before, but this was some other crud. I love you all, my reveiwers! The thought of you is what got me by!

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