Chapter 4

...Libby.

"What are you doing here?"

She blushed and she walked slowly into his apartment.

"I came here to see you for Christmas, Jimmy."

He stood there speechless.

"Wha---Why?"

Libby grabbed the front of Jimmy's shirt and dragged him to the living room. He tried to close the door, but he only succeeded in closing it 2 inches from the door frame.

She pushed him onto his fouton.

"I came here..."

Jimmy nodded, staring up at her wide-eyed as she took off her jacket and threw it on the ground beside her.

"..So I could be here on Christmas to do..."

She leaned down, sat down on his lap and pushed her lips crudely onto his.

"This."

He gaped at her. A creak from the front door.

"Jimmy!"

Libby grinned and pushed her lips on his again, but struggling only made them look like they were kissing with passion.

Cindy stood in the doorway, gaping at her two best friends.

"Cindy, don't go! Let me explain!"

She grabbed her left hand and began pulling off her rings.

"I---Don't---Need---An---Explanation!"

She threw the pearl-inlaid ring at his chest. It bounced off and landed somewhere on the ground.

"I'm fucking 2 months pregnant with your fucking child!"

She threw the wedding ring at his chest. It bounced just like the last one, but this time, it landed on the coffee table with a clatter.

"Now you cheat with my best friend!"

Jimmy tried to rush forward and hold her.

"Get. Off. Me. You are a lying, cheating, son of a bitch! I don't want to be associated with you in any way! Damn you! I hope our child dies!"

Jimmy grabbed her arm and turned her around as she tried to leave.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

When Cindy turned around, tears were clinging fast to her eyelashes.

"It was going to be your Christmas present."

She turned around again to face the door.

"But you had to fuck it all up."

He punched the wall. The loud CRACK caused her to turn around for the third time. There was a large hole in the wall.

"She. Came. Onto. Me. I don't know why all these girls keep coming onto me, especially Libby, of all the people. But it's not my fault. Now stop bitching and come here."

Cindy glared at him.

"You cannot tell me what to do. Asshole."

Jimmy stood in surprise, not knowing what to do.

Libby stood up and walked over to him.

"Sorry she had to find out so early. If only she didn't...That way we could have done so much more."

He pushed her arm aside as she put it on his shoulder.

"You messed everything up. You stupid motherfucker."

Libby gasped. "What?"

Jimmy glared at her and pushed her out of his apartment roughly.

"You heard me! You leave this place right now, and never come back. You don't even deserve Cindy's friendship. Damn you, stupid bitch."

Libby scowled and just walked calmly out to the hallway.

"Fine, but you'll regret not having me. You won't ever have Cindy again---"

He slammed the door on her face, locking it to prevent her from coming in again.

"Damn..."

Jimmy walked to his room and turned on his radio.

"Hello Washington D.C. I just received a call from a Cynthia Vortex, requesting that I play the song 'My Happy Ending' by Avril Lavigne, for her fiancee, James Isaac Neutron. Here it is."

"So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...

Let's talk this over
It's not like we're dead
Was it something I did?
Was it something You said?
Don't leave me hanging
In a city so dead
Held up up so high
On such a breakable thread

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be

You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...

You've got your dumb friends
I know what they say
They tell you I'm difficult
But so are they
But they don't know me
Do they even know you?
All the things you hide from me
All the shit that you do

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be

It's nice to know you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared
And making me feel like I was the only one
It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watching as I fall
And letting me know we were done

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh..."

Jimmy laid on his bed, realizing that this was Cindy's way of getting rid of him. She didn't even want to talk face to face.

"Damn. I hate how girls are so attracted to me."

He heard the door open and close.

"Hey Daniel. How was your trip?"

It wasn't Daniel.

It was Daniel. (A/N: You guys are going, "Huh? I thought you said that it wasn't Daniel!" I go, "It is Daniel. Just a different one.")

Jimmy sat up abruptly.

"Uhh--Uh--Hey, Mr. Elliot."

He nodded in greeting.

"I heard the commotion. Thought I should see how you were doing."

Jimmy laid back down.

"I messed up Mr. Elliot. I don't know what to do anymore."

Mr. Elliot laughed gently.

"There's nothing you can't figure out. You are a genius, am I right?"

Jimmy snorted.

"Technically, I am. But I'm not a genius in love."

"You just have to learn."

"From who?"

"From yourself."

"What?"

"Teach yourself what to do to get your fiancee...or shall I say, ex-fiancee, back."

Jimmy sighed and stood up. He leaned back onto the dresser.

"But...But..I don't know what to do."

"You'll figure it out. Sooner or later, you'll figure it out."

Jimmy shook his head.

"I think you should get back to your apartment."

Mr. Elliot nodded and stood up.

"You're right. My show's about to start."

Jimmy walked to the front door.

"How'd you get in here anyway? I locked the door."

Mr. Elliot chuckled.

"You leave your spare key under the mat. Oldest trick in the book. You shouldn't be so careless, especially since you're a genius."

Jimmy shook his head.

"Alright. I'll be careful. Now, please, go home."

He chuckled again.

"I will. I will."

Mr. Elliot was still chuckling mildly as he left the room.

"Crazy old coot..."

He shook his head and then...

It hit him.

"I know what I have to do..." he whispered.

"I have to go back and show her how much I love her."


A/N: Muwahahaha! What is he going to do? DUN DUN DUN! Anywho, do you want to know an odd fact?

Mr. Daniel Elliot is actually the name of my pastor. Hehehe. I'm not creative enough to come up with my own names!

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