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If Only
Epilogue
After Cindy had fallen asleep, Jimmy used his watch to signal the hover car to the lake and have vox drive his red car back to the lab. He carefully laid Cindy on the back seat with a small pillow and blanket. He listened to her quiet mumbling as he flew to her house. Once they arrived on their street, he carefully hovered up to Cindy's window. Luckily it was open and he parked the hover car in mid-air just outside her window, close enough to step from the side of the hover car and onto her window ledge.
Quietly and carefully, he carried her from the craft and into her dim room. He gently placed her on her soft pink bed and slowly took off her black sandals, trying not to wake her. As he put her shoes in her closet, he noticed the door was open and glided over to it and silently closed it. Once he returned to the side of her bed, he gazed upon her as she turned onto her side, facing him and nestled her head into her fluffy pillow.
'Like a sleeping angel,' he thought as he pulled the covers over her. When he was sure she was comfortable, he lightly brushed his fingers over her loosely curled hair before turning to leave. But before making his departure, he carefully placed a small black box on her night stand for her to find in the morning. Then, as quietly as possible he made his way back to her window, but was startled when he heard someone clear their throat.
'Uh oh,' he thought and mentally kicked himself for not being quieter. He noted the annoyed manner in this gesture and spun around slowly, like a little kid being caught in the act of stealing a cookie, to face the teenage girl. Cindy sat up in the bed, her arms crossed over her chest, glaring at the boy. In the dark, with only the moon light steaming in through the open window and bouncing off her glistening blond hair and gleaming green eyes, Jimmy knew she couldn't be any more appealing. He gave her his best smile and shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to hide the blush creeping into his cheeks while he stood at her window.
"So," she started, "you think you can just drop me off and leave?" she asked him, her tone strangely arrogant. He was quite baffled, after the night's engagements he thought she may be a bit more gratifying, but of course that wasn't her.
"Sorry," he replied, a little more timid than he originally wished.
"Oh, okay," she remarked as she let her arms fall limply into her lap. "Well, can we talk before you go?" she asked and he nodded in response, but didn't move from his place at the window. She gazed at him questioningly, waiting for him to walk over to her. After a few moments and he still didn't move, she flicked on the lamp that sat on the stand beside her bed. "Come here," she ordered, a bit annoyed at his density. At her words, his soft expression molded into a more dreamier, far off look as he approached her bedside. The delicate light from the small lamp illuminated him and she was memorized by his matured features.
"Yes?" he questioned, casually sitting at the end of the bed across from her. He turned himself slightly to face her as she grinned slyly at him and took a deep breathe before speaking.
"I..." she stammered, "I think we should take it slow," she said as she reached for his hands. "I don't want to rush into things and go back to fighting," she implied to him, a sense of sadness in her eyes. "It's just you know how well I've kept my feelings for you covered up and I don't want everyone freaking out. But I do want a relationship with you." she told him, her eyes slightly glazing over. His heart leapt into his throat.
"I understand," he responded in his own soothing tone that always made her feel better, like nothing could go wrong. "I think some may go insane if they see us making out, anyway," he joked, softly squeezing her hands. "We'll just have to keep our public affection to a minimum until everyone gets used to the idea of enemies dating," he inquired softly.
"I'm gonna tell Libby though," she remarked as he stood up and she slipped back under the covers.
"I know," he commented wittingly as he flipped off her lamp, then strolled back to the window. Just before he climbed out, her soft voice flowed to him.
"Jimmy? What about my goodnight kiss?" she pouted, batting her eyelashes at the tired genius. He sighed and turned around, smiling back at her as he drew nearer. When he reached her, she sat up anticipating his next move. He gently swept a few strands of her golden hair behind her ear before he leaned down. She closed her eyes and absorbed the feeling as his lips pressed against hers. She tried wrapping her arms around his neck, but he pulled away, leaving her hands grasping nothing but air.
"Easy, Vortex," he whispered to her and when she opened her eyes he was already at the window. "I'll see you tomorrow," he told her, but it came out more like a question and she smiled broadly.
"You bet," she responded and nestled back into bed. "Goodnight, Jimmy," she spoke softly, her eyelids slowly lowering.
"Goodnight, beautiful," he uttered to her and disappeared out the window. She listened to the gentle hum of the hover car as she fell into unconsciousness, dreaming of her beloved.
The end... for now
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