Disclaimer: I don't own Jimmy Neutron.

Jimmy couldn't concentrate anymore, not only did he feel the need to keep glancing up at Cindy, but he also felt compelled to listen to her side of the conversation. After all, if you're video chatting at four AM it must be important.

"I told you he's busy." Jimmy smiled before glancing over at his incomplete machine. "It is so true! No, he can't confirm it, he has amnesia." Confirm what? Who the heck is she talking to anyhow? "Okay, April, you want proof? I'm sending pictures right now." He strained his neck to see the screen, but all he got was a glimpse of a hand. A hand? What? "Yeah, so keep your 'Gorlockian Seal of Trust' to members of your own species." She's talking to…an alien. All right, I don't believe they're a Yolkian. He laughed quietly to himself, as if anyone on Earth would ever trust a Yolkian after what they did. "I don't hate you! I just want you to stay away from him, okay? Got to go, we'll have to chat another time."

He smiled at the blonde with tired eyes. "Can you lead me to the kitchen? I know how to make a pretty good piece of toast."

"Yeah, that's all you know how to cook too."

He raised his eyebrow at Cindy. "You doubt my skills?"

"Yes, if only because the last time you cooked you gave Goddard FOOD POISONING!" She laughed. "How do you even do that, he doesn't eat food!"

"I never said I could make anything else."

Cindy smirked, "That or maybe you just wanted to kill me."

He laughed. "Now why would I do that?"

"You can't admit that I'm actually smarter than you. So you would have to kill me in order to keep up the pretense of being the smartest person in Retroville."

"I won't agree with that sentiment if only for the reason that I would inflate your ego to the point of bursting." Jimmy smiled.

"Whatever, you say FrankenHead."

When they got to the kitchen she sat down at the counter. "Okay Nerdtron dazzle me with your toast making skills."

He looked in his breadbox. "I hope you like white bread." After he put several pieces in the toaster he turned his attention to Cindy. "What's the Gorlockian Seal of Trust?"

"It's nothing important really."

"Could you show me?"

Cindy began to cough. When she recovered she said, "You wouldn't want me to, it's kind of a…k…kiss."

"I wouldn't mind…after all it's in the interest of science, right?" He looked down at his shoes. Cindy smiled slightly at him and they began to lean in. Jimmy could feel her breath on his face; something told him this was oddly familiar. He started to imagine what a kiss would taste like, and he was thinking of strawberries or perhaps peaches. He felt his heart beat wildly in his chest.

Pop!

Jimmy almost jumped through the ceiling. Cindy began to laugh, as if this was some kind of inside joke he wasn't aware of. "Toast's done," she said, with a smirk.

He sighed before trotting off to get the toast. "Does," he paused, "sort of thing happen often?"

"More than you would think," she laughed.

They ate their toast in silence. Jimmy looked at Cindy's hands stealthily. Why would she send a picture of her hand? Then he noticed her left hand…she was wearing a, a ring? So she was engaged, to whom exactly? For some reason he felt kind of sad that she was going to get married.

Jimmy didn't say anything about it, because he didn't know exactly how he felt about it. And by the way she was being so secretive with him, he was pretty sure she didn't want to talk about it. But he couldn't stop thinking about it, who would Cindy marry? Nick Dean? Butch? Oleander? He shook his head inwardly; they weren't good enough for her. Other names started to go through his head, ones he didn't even know! He had heard of Eustace Strytch, but why would he figure they would marry? And why did he suddenly feel like punching this man in the stomach?

He had never met a Timmy Turner, but something told him that the boy was a complete idiot who had a thing for his Cindy. His Cindy? When had that come about?

Jimmy didn't know why he suddenly felt he needed to wrap his arms around Cindy's waist and keep others from taking her. He also didn't know why he felt so much hatred for people he had never known. In fact, all he knew at the moment was that he needed a nap.

"Cindy, could you show me my room? I don't think I can invent much of anything at the moment," Jimmy said, his voice sounding oddly rough.

She smiled and stifled a yawn herself. "I think a nap would do the both of us some good. C'mon." She took his arm and began to lead him through the maze of hallways. When they finally reached his room and she led him inside, Jimmy didn't even have time to examine his surroundings. He just threw himself onto the bed. "You could change into something more comfortable you know."

Jimmy looked toward his closet, "Later, it's not worth the effort."

"I'll be in the guest room down the hallway, if you need me." Jimmy only grunted in response. She laughed and ruffled his hair.

His heart raced in his chest, he wanted to ask her to stay there with him. He wanted to hold her closely; she was the only thing he could count on. But Jimmy watched her leave without a word. He looked over to see a group picture, one of all his friends, but all he saw was Cindy.

God, I need a nap.

A/N: Sorry it's been so long since my last update, I have a problem with finishing stories, but I plan on writing one or two more for this one before I finish. This will make it the first genuinely decent story I will ever finish. Thank you all that have reviewed, and I hope this chapter is worth the long wait.