He had to sit down. This whole thing couldn't be real, it had to be a dream. He had to wake up any minute now in a cold sweat in his room. He kept blinking his eyes, waiting for them to open up in reality. But that moment never came. He watched her laugh and chat with some girls that came up to her. Sheen sat down next to him in a lawn chair.

"Jim, man, I'm sorry. I didn't think of all things, this would be the reason for the party. Don't be mad at Libby" Sheen pleaded to him. Jimmy just stared in disbelief at the blonde girl. Sheen handed him a beer. Jimmy didn't drink liquor, but a beer now and again didn't hurt.

"Jim, you okay?"

Sheen waved his hand in front of Jimmy's face. He snapped out of his daze and sipped his beer.

"It's okay Sheen. Just weird...Always wishing this day would happen, and then when it does, I have no idea how to handle it."

"You sure you're gonna be alright? I can make an excuse for us to get out for a bit until you think you can come back" Sheen offered to his best friend. Jimmy shook his head at the notion.

"That's alright man. No sense in running away from this."

Sheen nodded and continued to take care of the occupied beer in his hand. The boys sat around for while til Libby came up to them.

"Sheen, Cindy is going to stay with us until her housing deal is finalized. It shouldn't be for more than a week" Libby explained, more of a statement than a question.

"Whatever you want babe" he replied to her. She smiled and returned back to being a hostess.

"So Carl told me we were gonna meet about the next job site" Sheen said after Libby left earshot.

"Yeah, figured we'd go to the basement and discuss it. Just get a basic plan down for now, just the site for now. I'll figure out what equipment we need and the times, you get the covers, and Carl will handle the escape. Not gonna jinx us, but hopefully it will be a quick and easy job."

Sheen nodded and finished off his beer, silently agreeing to the plan.

The party lasted late into the night. Everyone was cleared out by midnight, except for Libby, Sheen, Jimmy, Carl, and Cindy. The boys resided down in the basement while the girls sat upstairs, drinking some wine and sharing stories of Cindy's absence.

"So any men in your life currently" Libby asked, trying to pry.

Cindy rolled her eyes, smirking. She sipped of her wine and sat the glass down.

"Being a full time college student puts a damper on my love life. I went on a few dates here and there, but it never led to anything." Libby raised an eyebrow with a half smirk.

"ANYthing" Libby said, putting any emphasis on the word. She was met with an eye roll again.

"Like I said Libs, a damper on the love life. Let's just say the Vortex plumbing hasn't been attended to in a while"

"Maybe that's why you came back...have a residential plumber by the name of...oh...lets say Jimmy Neutron to work on it" Libby asked while holding back a stifled laugh. Cindy smacked her on the arm with a red face.

"Libby, hush! I haven't spoke to him in years. It was just hard juggling that life with this life and college life. I just lost touch. Has he said anything?"

"I've mentioned conversations with you, but he never really asked anything. He dated Betty for a while...but that didn't last very long. I never really see him with anybody."

"Betty, huh? Kinda would make sense I guess. He always pawed after he when we were younger. What does she do nowadays?" Libby snickered at the question.

"Slums her way around Sam's bar. Not sure if she has a job, but that's the only place I ever see her. According to Sheen though, she's still crazy over Jimmy"

Meanwhile, down in the basement...

"Okay, we've got three different trucks to choose from. Truck #1 is the least amount we can get from the group. But it's also gonna be the easiest. All we have to do is reroute the GPS to take this small back road, where we can get in and get out no problem. All trucks have two guards, armed with different weapons. Truck #1 drivers are gonna be armed with just your standard issue pistols. The other two trucks are gonna be armed with automatic weapons. Again, truck #1 is the easiest by far" Carl finished explaining to the group of guys.

"So what's the pay gonna be?" Sheen asked.

"Well, we're gonna have to pay the fees of the normal jobs. Sam will get his cut, the 4th guy we decide to hire, and then all the expenses of the job. So I'm thinking around the area of...150 grand a piece?"

Jimmy and Sheen both nodded. Good price for an easy job. Enough to last them for a while.

"Sounds like a plan then. I'll start the research tomorrow on everything we need and the bio's on the security guards and the truck. Sheen, talk to your guys and figure out the weapons situation and transport. Carl, devise the detour for the truck and the get away plan."

Carl and Sheen nodded and the boys headed upstairs. Jimmy didn't bother following the boys, he headed for the door. He wanted to avoid all awkwardness involved right now with Cindy. Before he could get out the door, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Where do you think you're headed" the dark skinned girl ask him. He turned to face Libby who had a grin on her face.

"Libby please don't make this weird right now."

"Jimmy, you're gonna have to face her eventually. Why not now?"

"I promise I will, but not tonight. I need to get home, I've got some things to do for Sam tomorrow and I need to get some sleep in."

The raven haired girl just shook her head at the genius.

"Whatever you say" and with that she returned to the living room.

Jimmy drove the small distance to his home, where someone was sitting on his porch. He shook his head at the female and walked up to her.

"Why are you here" he asked annoyed.

"Heard she was back in town" the doe eyed girl said back with glassy, red eyes.

"Yeah, yeah she is. You wreak of weed"

"Don't change the subject. So what does this mean? Me and you are done?"

"Betty, what have ever been, honestly? We fuck, meaningless sex."

"I just always figured you would finally understand she wasn't coming back, that me and you were gonna end up playing fucking house in Retroville, all the family stuff. Have a couple of kids and all of that. I want what Libby and Sheen have" she half begged him, tears starting to build up on her eyelids. He rubbed his hand through his hair. He didn't need this right now.

"Betty, that's not what we are. That's not what we'll ever be. Libby and Sheen were made for each other, built for one another. Me and you? We just molded enough to fit together" and with that the genius push past the stoned girl and into his home.

She pushed herself against the door, tears slowly running down her face.

"James...James...Just love me...please" was all he heard her say.

His mother was passed out on the couch, bottles of vodka laying around it. He grabbed a blanket from the nearby closet and spread it over his mom.

"I'm gonna get you some help soon mom...I promise"