Hey, guys, I'm back! But don't get too excited, this is just a short fanfic before I post my next major story. Deep Blue is still in the writing process because it's really long, but its coming along good and should be done in a couple weeks. I want to get it done before I go to the beach in early August.

Disclaimer: You know the whole not owning Jimmy thing, but if I did, Jim and Cindy would be my little love puppets! Dance, my puppets, Dance!

"To love and win is the best thing; to love and lose, the next best." -quote I heard somewhere

Something I Never Had- by Lindsay Lohan (shut it! She doesn't write most of her songs anyway!)

Holographic

It's another Saturday when sunlight steams into the room. The bright rays highlight the soft face of a boy, his body hidden under blue sheets. Slowly his eyelids flutter open, revealing beautiful azure eyes and he pushes himself into a sitting position. He yawns and stretches before his blue eyes, below messy chestnut locks, search his room. When he spots a silver mass at the end of the bed, he pats the metal canine on the head and hops out of bed, but gets a surprising sight when he glimpses out his bedroom window on his way to the bathroom.

Do you see me

Do you feel me like I feel you

Call your number

I cannot get through

Across the street, sprawled out in the grass, sunbathing herself is the one and only Cindy Vortex. Jimmy's heart skips a beat when he sees her and then he notices what she is wearing or should say is not wearing. In nothing but a dark-green bikini that radiates her young shapely body and delicate skin, she is lying on her back on a towel in her front lawn. Her long blond hair out of its usual ponytail and spread out beneath her. He gazes at her as he contemplates whether or not to use the front door when he travels to the lab. And with a sudden rush of bravery, he decides to pay miss Vortex a visit.

You don't hear me

I don't understand

When I reach out

I don't find your hand

At the age of thirteen, our teen genius still has his love/hate relationship with his so-called rival, but found a few years ago that he would much rather it be mostly love and no hate. He can already feel the butterflies in his stomach just thinking about talking to her.

Were they wasted words

Did they mean a thing

All this precious time

But I still feel so in between

So our boy genius quickly showers, brushes his teeth, and slips on his usual red shirt and jeans. He fixes his trademark hairdo so not one hair is out of place and sprits some of his own cologne on just in case. Soon he is ready to face the zealous blond and after a quick look in the mirror, bounds excitedly down the stairs.

Someday

I just keep pretending

You'll stay

Dreaming of a different ending

"Hey, Cindy!" he calls after he exits his house, smiling as he descends the front steps. The butterflies get more violent when he sees her stir and he can even start to feel the sweat dripping down the back of his neck.

I wanna hold on

But it hurts so bad

I can't keep

Something that I never had

"What?" she yells, not bothering to sit up or recognize his presence as she rests her palm dramatically on her forehead.

"Whatcha doing?" he asks, jogging across the street and not taking his eyes off the radiant girl.

I keep telling myself

Things can turn around with time

And if I wait it out

You could always change your mind

"What does it look like, Neutron?" she hisses, clearly agitated as she sits up and glares at him. He stops dead in his tracks in front of her, staring at her, his eyes slightly wider. "Will you stop staring, sheesh? Can't I get some sun in my own yard? I would be by my pool, but the backyard is getting redecorated," she tells him off hand and brushes her bright hair out of her emerald gaze, "What are you doing over here anyway?" she questions as she wraps the towel around her.

Like a fairytale

Where it works out in the end

Can I close my eyes

Have you lying here again

"Uh," he answers intelligently and she rolls her eyes. "I was just . . .um," he starts and looks around to see if anyone is within hearing range. "Wanna go to the Candy bar?" he inquires shyly, smiling sheepishly and running his fingers nervously through his thick hair as her mouth falls agape. When she recovers, she studies him as his gaze falls to his shoes and he places his hands behind his back.

Then I come back down

Then I fade back in

Then I realize

It's just what might have been

"Why would I want to go anywhere with you?" she exclaims rudely, quickly standing and placing her hands on her hips. He cringes as a stake is driven through his pride and his heart. He doesn't dare to make eye contact and let her see any weakness.

Someday

I just keep pretending

You'll stay

Dreaming of a different ending

I wanna hold on

But it hurts so bad

I can't keep

Something that I never had

"Oh, okay," he whispers, continuing to stare at the ground as he turns and begins walking back to his house. She gnaws on her lower lip as she watches him shuffle slowly across the road, his shoulders slumped and head low. She opens her mouth to call him back when the sound of screeching tires echoes through the quiet neighborhood. A red car clouds Cindy's vision as time seems to slow. She watches as the speeding bullet races straight toward the clueless brunette. Time is going so slow that it takes him seconds to finally raise his gaze onto the metal machine approaching him, and his deep blue eyes widen in shock and utter dread as he halts directly in death's path.

Am I a shadow on your wall

Am I anything at all

Anything to you

"Jimmy!" she screams and without another second to spare, she rushes toward the boy.

Am I a secret that you keep

Do you dream me while you're sleeping after all

Ha! I love the ending! (evil laugh) MAHWAH (cough, cough)

Well, I'm feeling a little generous right now. So, if anyone wants the second part, I would like some feedback and a request for the continuation (which is long and already written, but only posted unless the first part gets enough reviews). Thanks. Please post your thoughts.

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