Even if I did just write a four page chapter yesterday, I still wanted to write. So here's your chapter 2!

I don't own Jimmy Neutron or the movie "Just Friends". If I did things would be different. MUCH different.

Chapter 2

Jimmy/Chris's POV

December 23, Present Day LA California

Jimmy sat in a large building, sipping his drink. The Christmas party was great, but it was kinda boring him. It didn't help him that Athenas was bugging him.

"I mean, the sex is good! But I have needs, and more than just physical ones! I'm sorry, but Athenas out," She said, waving her hands in front of her face and then started to walk off.

"Why don't you take me seriously!" She called to him. Jimmy almost spit out his drink and turned to face the girl that was watching behind him.

"I got dumped eight days before Christmas, isn't that great?" He said.

"I saw," She said.

"Yes, and you did nothing. In some countries they would spank you for that."

"I LOVE to travel," She responded and then he took her hand and they started to dance. Another guy stepped up and set down his drink on the counter.

"He shoots, he scores."

-The Ice Rink-

"No, you bad kitty. When you call me, you call collect. Bye," Jimmy talked into his cellphone while climbing the stairs in the ice rink, his friend behind him.

"So how's it going with watsername?" Jimmy said to him.

"Pretty good, I'm taking her to lunch today," He replied.

"Wait, a day date? You can't take her out to LUNCH," Jimmy said, finally looking at him.

"Why not?" His friend asked, confused.

"See, only friends go to lunch. She'll put you in the Friend Zone. Like that poor guy over there," Jimmy said, pointing to a guy and a girl ice skating, the guy was being helped by the girl, because he was falling all over the place.

"You mean that couple?"

"No, that guy wishes they were a couple. So listen, you call her now, change the day date to tonight, and then kiss her no matter what at the end. Because friends don't kiss."

His friend quickly got out his cellphone and dialed a number. The two continued to walk out of the ice rink. He put his cellphone away and said, "It went straight to voicemail."

"Uh oh, you better hope you're not too late."

They walked into Jimmy's office building, and headed for the stairs at the far end of the lobby.

"Hey, those pants really bring out your legs," Jimmy said to another girl.

"Merry Christmas, I don't even know you, ho ho ho!" He said while climbing up the stairs.

He made his way towards his boss's office.

"Harder, don't dab at it, scrub, scrub, come on!" His boss yelled at his assistant, who was cleaning a stain off the rug.

"Do you think these pants make me look fat?" He asked him.

"Uh...well," The assistant started.

"You're fired!" The boss yelled. The assistant's eyes widened. The boss laughed. "Just kidding."

"Hey, who's got a present? I do," Jimmy jumped into his office holding a large golden wrapped present.

"Do you think these pants make me look fat?" The boss asked once again.

"Hell no," Jimmy replied and the boss smiled.

"Oh, do you know Betty Quinlin?" The boss asked. Jimmy nodded slowly. "You dated her, didn't you?"

"Well, only once, and I ended up in the hospital!" Jimmy replied.

"Here, watch this," The boss picked up a remote and pressed a button, and a plasma screen TV slid down from the ceiling and the news turned on.

Betty Quinlin was showed in what looked like a desert, holding a chicken and a native guy crouching beside her.

"Hey everybody, we're here to promote a kick-ass program to encourage vegetarians in third world countries. Oh, and don't forget my new CD will be coming out soon!"

The boss turned off the TV. "I want that CD."

Jimmy gaped at him. "Are you serious! Betty Quinlin is freakin' crazy!"

"Yes, but look at this," His boss held up a poster of her, a very revealing poster might I add.

Jimmy sighed. "I hired you to make me happy, and this will make me VERY happy! And of course, you wouldn't want me to find somebody else to make me happy, now would you?" The boss said.

"Now go! Not you," He said to the assistant still sitting on the floor. Jimmy left the room and the boss turned to the assistant.

"You go! Go get me some fish! Lobster! Yes, lobster!" The assistant ran out, and falling in the doorway, quickly got up and started running.

-A Recording Studio-

Jimmy walked into the recording studio where Betty Quinlin was recording one of her new songs.

"Rockin' out on my guitar...My guitar...I feel like a star...Like a star...Feel my love...," She sang and Ron, the manager winced and looked at Jimmy painfully.

"Cut...cut...cut!" Betty Quinlin yelled, waving her hand. "Who's the idiot who changed the key on me?"

"Nobody changed the key Betty, it's been the same key for the past 47 takes," Ron replied.

"Well somethings wrong! I'm just not feeling it! The song says I'm rocking out on my guitar!" She yelled, going to the corner and picked up an electric guitar.

"And I'm not going to let you and Hong Kong phooey over there turn me into some pop bubblegum princess!" She pointed to Ron and the Chinese man behind him.

"You're an asshole, an asshole, an asshole. Ron, you're an asshole, an asshole!" She sang while strumming her guitar. Ron sighed, and turned off the sound so all you could hear was, well, nothing. You could still see her mouthing the words.

"She's all yours," Ron walked out of the room. Betty spotted Jimmy and she set down her guitar. She ran over to the glass wall and started screaming.

"Betty...I can't hear you...the sound is off...oh, lightbulb!" He said while she finally got that he couldn't hear her and she ran out the door.

She screamed and jumped into his arms and tried to shove her tongue down his throat. He just stood there. She jumped down and walked away.

"Did you come here because you missed me, or did you come because of your boss?" She asked.

"Uh...both?" He said. She whirled around, her dyed blonde hair swinging behind her. She smiled.

"I guess I missed you too," She stared at him with a strange look in her eyes. "God, I wanna lick you're skin off!"

"I'd prefer you wouldn't."

"But I want to."

"Don't."

She growled and ran and pushed him onto the couch. "Hey, do you wanna do something? Oh, let's go to Paris! We'll get a plane out tonight!" She started to unzip his pants.

She stopped, "Wait, do you wanna hear a new song I wrote? It's called Forgiveness." She sat on a chair and picked up her guitar. She started to play and sing,

"Forgiveness...is more than saying sorry...Forgiveness..."

-On the Plane, Heading For Paris-

"So let's have a glass of wine, and have make-up sex until the end of...time time time time time...TIME," She finished the song.

"That was...wow...," Jimmy said, kinda creeped out.

"Thanks...hey, do you want some of this?" She showed him a container wrapped in foil. He shook his head. She walked over to the microwave and put it in for a few minutes. She sat back down.

Little did she know, of course being Betty Quinlin, that you weren't supposed to put foil in the microwave. And to make matters worse, she was on a plane.

A/N: That was fun to write. Don't worry, there's a lot more to come. Jimmy is a little OOC, but that's okay, I mean he is 24...didn't I tell you that? Oh well. Jimmy is also a pro hockey player, and working for his boss. You'll find out what his boss makes him do later. Bye! R&R!