Cursed or Unlucky
Disclaimer: I don't own Jimmy Neutron.
Story to Read: Atomic Betty Character Manual (Atomic Betty) by MikariStar
Penance 7: For Others or Myself
It was 7 a.m. and Carl had just exited the shower. He had decided to take the week off and was at his townhouse where he only kept two maids. Both only cleaned, cooked and maintained the house. Carl did other things by himself, like answering the door.
"Mr. Weezer someone is at the door," one of the maids said.
"Answer it for me please," Carl responded.
Ten minutes later Carl came downstairs fully dressed.
Sitting on a couch eating peanuts was Nick.
"Nick!" Carl cried in surprise.
"Surprise," Nick said with a smile.
"What are you doing here?" Carl asked incredulously.
"Visiting a friend," Nick said simply.
"What about wor…?" Carl started to ask.
"Boring and or slow," Nick immediately answered him.
"I'm here relax, get away from America," Nick said and relaxed into the soft cushions of the couch.
"What's wrong?" Carl asked concerned.
"I just feel tired Carl," Nick responded, "really tired."
"You must be tired of something if you think being around me will revitalize you in any way," Carl said frankly.
"It already has," Nick revealed.
"What?" Carl asked incredulously, "how?"
"By you not judging me," Nick told him, "by you looking at me like a normal person."
"Oh Nick," Carl said, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Nick said dismissively, "I wouldn't be able to walk freely in certain countries if I came out there," he said, "so it's not that bad," he said with a shrug.
"But you're still unhappy," Carl pointed out.
"Maybe hanging around this new country will heal my depression," Nick suggested.
"Well I wasn't expecting guests," Carl said honestly, "but it's no problem you're free to travel with me," he said happily.
"Travel?" Nick asked confused.
"Yeah," Carl said like it was the most obvious thing ever, "I told you I moved around," he reminded Nick.
"Yes you did," Nick recalled, "but could I stay here, I mean if I want to," he added.
"Sure," Carl responded, "you're a close friend so it's no problem."
"I think things will be quieter here," Nick said and yawned.
"Elle show Mr. Nick Dean to his room," Carl said calling for the other maid.
"I have a room already?" Nick asked.
"She'll know where to take you," Carl told Nick.
"Carl, thanks," Nick said gratefully.
"No problem helping friends," Carl said and hugged him.
Nick hugged him back.
Unknown to both of them there was a photographer hiding in the bushes taking photographs.
This will be a front-page seller, the photographer thought excitedly.
It was 10 a.m. at the Simmons residence. Jim sat down eating a late breakfast of cornflakes. He loved cornflakes. But he loved them alone or soaked in maple syrup. He knew that was weird and kept it to himself. So he now ate his cornflakes bare, no milk or anything else but cornflakes in his bowl. He also had a glass of orange juice.
Sheen's creepy. Carolyn's convinced of it by now. She gives that guy furtive looks anytime she enters a room with him in it. Thank God it's not just me crept out by him anymore. – Jim
"Of course I forgive you," Carolyn said brightly as she entered the kitchen, "you just had me a little freaked earlier that's all," she said as she headed for the fridge.
Jim looked at Carolyn incredulously.
Carolyn bent down as she took out two beers. Jim started to notice that when he noticed something else. Carolyn had on a plaid micro-mini skirt. This he noticed because she wore it without her long black tights and he could see her white underwear when she bent over.
Carolyn straightened up and turned around. She immediately noticed Jim gawking at her.
"What?" Carolyn asked.
"Um, not…" Jim started but stopped.
He just realized that her clothes actually matched. She wore a sleeveless white turtleneck blouse, plaid micro-mini skirt, and black pumps.
"Why do your clothes match?" Jim asked her.
Carolyn looked down at herself.
"What's wrong with that?" Carolyn asked with a shrug.
"That freak's changing you," Jim said.
"I'm wearing the outfit that my favourite manga character wears stupid," Carolyn snapped, "she's a hot assassin," she explained.
Jim looked confused.
"Whatever," Carolyn snapped and left the kitchen.
Jim sat silent for a moment. A few minutes later he was guzzling down cornflakes soaked in maple syrup.
It was 2pm at the police station. Libby sat stone-faced while James sat beside her silent.
"So Stuart will be properly disciplined," the officer told the Neutrons, "he'll spend three months at a disciplinary facility, a year of anger management counselling and sensitivity training afterwards, he's been expelled from the school your daughter goes to, and since the Green's are co-operating everything is going smoothly," he listed, "is there anything you'd like to say, add?" he asked.
"I don't think he's been punished enough," Libby said frankly, "but since Forester raised his hand first I guess his kid gets the lesser punishment."
"Ma'am I…" the officer started.
"I think it's best we leave," James said formally, "there's nothing left to say."
The officer could tell that the Neutrons were very dissatisfied.
"You could always take it to court and…" the officer started to suggest.
"And have my daughter testify to the actions of that barbaric freak," James interrupted, "I don't think so," he refused.
Libby looked at James.
Maybe going to court isn't the worst thing. – Libby
"Come on Libby we're going," James said and got up.
"James maybe court…" Libby started.
"No!" James exploded, "Candy's been humiliated enough!" he shouted.
The officer quietly waited. He knew when to not get involved.
"Let's go," James said seriously.
Libby hung her head.
"Okay," Libby agreed softly.
Done
Confusing? Possibly. A good read? I hope it was. Thank you for reading and please review.