The Pros And Cons Of Cindy; Part 2

"The Pros And Cons of Breathing" (Different Verse)
By: Fall Out Boy

I wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel,
I wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel,
Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself,
Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself.

A young boy, at around age thirteen, sat in his chair, in his class on a rainy day. He wasn't listening to the teacher talk to integers like he used to, now he was looking out the window, perhaps imagining that his heart was feeling the same.

You see, this boy's name is James Isaac Neutron, the boy genius who inhabited a small house in Retroville, Texas with his mom and dad. He was lovesick, you see, but the object of his desire was far out of reach.

A young girl sitting across the room from this boy genius was giggling at another young boy who was making faces behind the teacher's back. The boy's name was Nicholas Dean, the popular jock of the school.

The girl, perhaps as you already know, is Cynthia Aurora Vortex, James's across-the-street neighbor. They had become friends, as some would put it, but some would only say she was doing so to be nice.

The object of James's desire, perhaps as you already know, is Cynthia Vortex. She was his muse, his sole reason for living, and she had unknowingly broken his heart.

Some would say that during the younger years, they both had been attracted to each other and were on the verge of blossoming into a serious relationship.

But, alas, fate was not so kind on our little gentleman. Although no bone was thrown James's way, he managed to be as optimistic and cheerful as if Cynthia was his significant other.

But now, he was glum, his feelings a maelstrom of unknown emotions, raging deep in the dark abyss that was his heart.

It was afterschool, the period of time where most would go home from school. And that's just what James did. He walked home.

As you can most likely see, he was huddling in the rain, his jacket hanging open and loose. And as you got closer to him, you could see the tears mingling with the raindrops that landed on his face.

Ah, here comes a certain blond we all know. Cynthia was running behind James, but what's this? There was someone in tow!

It was, of course, Nicholas Dean. He, the object of desire for Cynthia, was running alongside the beautiful young girl, his jacket billowing behind him as if he were clutching onto a useless slashed parachute.

The laughing couple passed James, never even noticing the tearful brunet. James, looking mournfully at the passing duo, seemed to notice something as he looked up.

A flurry of expressions playing across James's face, he picked up speed and appeared to be speeding home.

Our little genius was in his lab, a mass of Purple Flurp cans strewn around the place, accompanied by several inventions.

The genius seemed to be fiddling with his shirt buttons, fingering his new cell phone nervously.

Then James picked it up, a loud "DANGER" splayed across his face. He dialed slowly and carefully, although he had memorized by heart.

A dial tone was heard at first, but after a moment of hearing his heartbeat in his ears, a ringing was heard.

"Hello?" asked a familiar voice. The genius trembled before snapping his cell phone shut.

A moment of silence, then ringing. James cautiously held the cell phone away at arm's length, almost as if it were a bomb. It was obvious that he knew who the caller was, obvious by the way he was scared to answer it.

"H-Hi."

There was a silence on the line, as if a disconnection had ocurred. But the voice responded.

"Is this Jimmy Neutron?"

A breath, then an answer.

"Yes."

"Well... Hi."

"Hi."

An awkward silence hung in the air.

"Why'd you call?"

"Umm.. Well... I was kinda wondering something."

"Yes... And?"

"I-"

"Umm, Jimmy? I got call waiting, can you hold on a moment?"

"Sure."

Our genius hung his head in shame, perhaps since he thought he was such a pushover, but we all loved him, all the same.

"Hey, Jimmy? You still there?"

"Y-Yeah."

"So, what'd you want to talk about?"

"Um.. Well... I can't... I don't really want to talk about this on the phone... Can we meet?"

"Wait... What? I wasn't listening."

The rapt attention that James was paying Cynthia, seemed to be a one-way thing. James sighed and repeated.

"Oh.. Actually, not today.. I'm meeting with Nick at the movie theater today. Maybe some other time, 'kay?"

Our gloomy genius turned off his phone and seemed to be going outside. He was snatching his coat from the hook, and stepping into a small elevator.

A WHOOSH, and he was gone.