Flashback Attack

A romantic-comedy piece of fanfiction by Madam Crackerjack.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with this television series.

Regards to Reviewer: Love to all that have reviewed my story, and thank you all for helping my inspiration soar. It really helps a lot. Greenleaf: I was somewhat worried that someone would ask this, since it does seem to naturally dig a hole in the story at first glance, but my explanation is simple- I was trying to build the drama of the situation by writing slightly in Cindy's point of view at that moment. Had readers known what she had really said, the feeling of her confusion would not be that strong, and I supposed that since it was not really a major part of the story, most people would read around it. But thank you for being observant and pointing it out. You are a good reviewer. )

chapter 5- Lord of the Drama

"Wow," Libby said to her two friends across the lunch table, "You guys look wrecked."

Cindy and Jimmy both looked a little tired from last night's business. Cindy had her head propped up in her hands while Jimmy easily slumped over into his arms, leaning against the table with his head down.

Carl chimed in, "They were probably up all night serenading to eachother!"

"Throwing grenades?" Sheen gasped, "I thought you two were study partners!"

"Oh!" Libby smiled and caught her best friends attention, "Girl, you never called me last night! You were supposed to tell me what that present was!"

"Oh yeah!" Sheen agreed, suddenly looking very interested. "What was it? A pony? Binoculars? A lightbulb? Special Edition UltraLord: Season Twelve with Director's Cuts?!"

"Yeah," Carl said quietly whilst glancing at Sheen, "I always wanted to see that, but my mom said it was too violent..."

Cindy smiled weakly and almost disappeared under the lunch table as she reached into her bookbag. She pulled out something in the shape of a helmet. The screen was gone, but everything else seemed to be intact. Libby raised an eyebrow questionably. "A football helmet?"

"Cool!!"

"I didn't know Cindy liked football... it's a little violent."

"No, you guys, watch this." Cindy said, and she slowly slipped the helmet onto her head, mindful of her hair. Then, she placed something into her mouth that the rest of the group could make out as a straw. Cindy pushed a button on the side of her helmet and a purple liquid oozed through the straw into her mouth. When she let go of the button, it stopped and Cindy grinned. "It's a Purple Flurp brewery."

Libby rolled her eyes and mumbled something that sounded like, "Leave it up to Jimmy to invent something totally useless..."

Sheen's eye twitched and his mouth was agape, "That has to be the most AWESOME thing EVER!" He jumped out of his seat and held his arms out to Cindy, "My turn?!"

"No way!" Cindy argued, but was smiling nonetheless. She held onto the helmet protectively, "You'll get your Sheen-spit all over my straw."

Carl lifted up a finger to interject, "Hey Jimmy, do you think you could make a replica?" He snorted. "That is pretty cool."

Jimmy lifted his head to look at Carl tiredly and then at Cindy, whom seemed to be enjoying his newest invention. He gave her a small smile and returned his sleepy head to what small amount of comfort his arms had to offer him. He had worked on that thing most of the night, but it really wasn't much of a hassle, as most of the procedure was simply removing some of the pieces of the model. But it was worth it, even if the tracks were dipping.

He felt something brush his foot as Cindy's shoe rubbed up against his and he smiled against the table as he mimicked her affections.

TheEnd.