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Endsville High	By : ManChesterEngland Category: +G through L > Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy Views: 5259 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the cartoon(s) that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
A/N: After about like 2 years at least I have finally come back to update a new chapter. The funny thing is I'm updating a chapter that has been done ages ago. I don't need you to tell me I'm lazy, I know that enough myself. This chapter is more or less a filler chapter but one that I feel is necessary for transitions and plot development like building connections.
Warnings: OOC-ness... which is forever and recurring some and hints of slash.
Chapter 9
Dexter had never seen so many Carnage fans in one place in his entire life. Everyone in Endsville High had on something that had Carnage written on it and it was all Dexter could do to not run screaming for the hills.
Dexter got to his locker and entered his code. He had personalized his locker to his liking. Nothing said genius like an automated locker. Dexter smirked at his ingenuity. As he retrieved his things for his morning classes he felt a presence next to him. Turning, Dexter faced his friend Otto who was also getting ready for class.
Otto felt Dexter’s eyes on him and shut his locker. He turned to greet his friend and was surprised at the sudden scowl on Dexter’s face.
“What’s up?” asked Otto.
“You’re a Carnage fan too?” asked Dexter in return scowling at the shirt Otto was wearing. It was a black tee and it had the group on the front with Carnage written on the bottom of the picture.
Otto smiled. He was amused. He knew Dexter hated Carnage. He wasn’t sure why he hated them he just knew he did. ‘I wonder how he’ll react to me inviting him to go with.’ Otto’s smile grew, ‘He’s probably going to bite my head off.’
Dexter watched his friend’s expression, ‘What’s he smiling about?’ “What are you smiling for?” he asked giving in to his curiosity.
Otto snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Dexter, “It’s funny you should mention Carnage. Do you want to go with me to the concert?”
Dexter looked disgusted, “No, of course I don’t. I don’t like them. Why would I want to go if I do not like them?”
“You could go because your best friend asked you too,” suggested Otto.
Dexter crossed his arms. He smelt a trap, “No, I do not want to go.”
“Please Dexter, go with me. I know you hate them but I don’t want to go alone. Everyone is going with someone,” pleaded Otto. He gave him a pathetic look.
Dexter scowled, “I am not going Otto and that’s final. Why don’t you go ask a girl to be your date?”
“I never called this a date…” retorted Otto smirking
Dexter blushed slightly. That was a horrible Freudian slip.
Otto’s smirk grew, “Are you trying to tell me something Dex?”
Dexter scowled darkly, “Of course I’m not! I’m just saying ask a girl and make it a date. Besides I have stuff to do tonight. Deedee is going to the concert too so that means an uninterrupted night for inventing!”
Otto shook his head, “Nah, no good… I haven’t found a girl worth dating.” ‘Besides I only want to go with you.’ “And you’re always inventing even when Deedee bugs you so it won’t make a difference!”
Dexter shrugged not really caring. He turned and looked out into the hallway. Suzy passed by with Tootie next to her. They were both wearing Carnage shirts but somehow it looked particularly good on Suzy. Dexter blushed slightly and looked back at Otto. He was smiling again.
“Suzy’s going to be there,” said Otto nodding his head in the direction she had walked off to. “If you go, you’ll have something to use to start up a conversation next week.”
Dexter huffed. ‘I hate it when he gives me that look.’
Otto smirked again, “Anyway you owe me this.”
“What?” Dexter rounded on Otto, “What do you mean I owe you?”
“Remember when I had to go back in time to help you find where you had placed your atom ray?” Otto smiled as he watched realization dawn on Dexter’s face. “Yeap, you had said you owe me one. So I’m collecting my favor.”
“Damn,” muttered Dexter under his breath.
Otto cocked his brow. Dexter made a point of never swearing but he just had. He must really hate Carnage. The first bell rang.
“Fine I’ll go with you,” Dexter finally conceded.
Otto felt giddy inside. ‘Tonight is going to be great.’ “Great, I’ll come get you at ten tonight.”
“Ten? Why so late?” Dexter picked his forgotten bag and walked into the throng of Carnage zombies in the hallway.
Otto followed close beside him. “The concert doesn’t start till eleven,” he explained. “I can’t possibly come get you earlier than that that would just be dumb.”
Dexter nodded. ‘Maybe it won’t be so bad. After all, Otto is my best friend and I tend to have fun with him.’ Something else occurred to Dexter as they turned the corner. ‘What would I wear?’
They both walked into their biology class and took their seats next to each other in the front row.
Otto leaned over to Dexter. “So what are you going to wear?” he whispered.
Dexter shrugged, “I don’t know. I don’t suppose a white lab coat is acceptable Carnage paraphernalia.”
Otto chuckled, “No not quite acceptable… hey, maybe we could go to the mall after school to get you something.”
“Sure why not, I do need to improve my wardrobe.” Dexter put on his studious face. The bell had just gone. No more chit chat, it was time for work.
Otto took the hint knowing Dexter well and settled in his seat as they waited for their teacher. Otto smiled, ‘Maybe I can get him to wear leather. That would be priceless. I must remember to bring my camera.’
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Dib shifted in his seat, ‘If he looks at me weird one more time I swear I’m going to… do… something.’
Dib had been the butt of unwanted attention ever since he had walked unto the school grounds. Zim had always watched him but he felt a new intensity each time Zim stared at him. What freaked him out even more was each time he looked at Zim and they locked eyes, Zim would suddenly cower and look away. Once Dib stopped staring he would feel Zim’s eyes on him again.
There was also a definite undertow each time Zim’s eyes traveled over his body almost like he was mentally stripping him. ‘Ha! Like Zim would ever try to strip me, he can’t even stand me! But there is something going on and I need to find out what. Maybe I can ask Tak, she’ll tell me if something’s up.’
Dib got up once the bell went. This biology class was so annoying. He couldn’t wait for his advanced biology later that day; at least that class challenged his mind.
Lost in his thoughts, Dib completely forgot to stop Tak and ask her about Zim till he was at the door to his next class. ‘Fuck, just great. I guess now I have to wait for English to ask her, or maybe lunch.’
Dib was about to go in when a hand on his shoulder restrained him. Dib looked at the three fingered hand and knew who it was. ‘I guess I won’t need Tak after all. How did he sneak up on me like that?’
Dib turned to face Zim.
Zim looked fidgety… really fidgety. He was clutching desperately on his books and was looking anywhere but at Dib. This was really weird.
“Did you have something to say to me, Zim?” he asked in an attempt to break the ice.
Zim hesitated first then he swallowed. “I… uh wanted to ask if you wanted to go… togotothecarnageconcertwithmetonight.”
Dib cocked his head. He hadn’t caught a word Zim had said at the end. ‘What’s wrong with him? If I didn’t know better I’d say he’s nervous. But invaders don’t get nervous… right?’ “I didn’t hear that Zim,” he said.
“I said do you want to go to the Carnage concert with me tonight?” Zim’s cheeks darkened.
‘Is he blushing? Oh my god, this is fucking priceless.’ “Are you asking me out Zim?” he couldn’t help but sound mocking.
Zim managed to look at Dib then. In his eyes Dib could see fear there. Zim actually feared that Dib was going to say no. “Yes,” answered Zim.
Dib smiled. He couldn’t help it. Zim looked real cute when he was acting all innocent and fearful. “Sure I’d go with you. As long as you don’t try and kill me or something,” he answered.
Dib saw Zim relax considerably. Dib’s smile grew and he tapped Zim on his shoulder. “I’ll see you tonight.”
Dib turned and walked into class.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Bubbles drew a butterfly on her paper. She was in calculus class and she was bored out of her mind. She might not be a genius but she definitely didn’t have any issues with the problems they were working on, especially since she had finished them ten minutes ago.
Their teacher was going so slow, Bubbles actually believed she’d be six feet under by the time he was done explaining the problem. She looked around and saw that even Buttercup was done with all the problems, ‘And she’s the one that hates math out of the three of us!’
Bubbles sighed and tried to think happy thoughts, ‘I know! I’ll think about the concert tonight. I can’t wait for school to be over and 11 o’clock to get here. Then I can get my party on! Wow, Carnage in the flesh! It’s a good thing Buttercup scored those tickets.’
Bubbles had just got on her train to dreamland when a hand was slammed on her table. Bubbles jerked back to reality and was faced with the crotch of her math teacher. Turning red she looked up. “Is something wrong Mr. Osborn?” she asked in mock innocence.
“Yes Bubbles,” replied Mr. Osborn condescendingly. “I would appreciate it if you stay focused even if you are done with the assigned problems.”
Bubbles blushed even more and looked down. “Yes Mr. Osborn,” she mumbled effectively chastised.
Mr. Osborn gave a curt nod and turned. As he walked back to the front of the class he said, “I would like to see you, Bubbles, after class.”
Bubbles blanched, ‘There’s no way he’s that mad about me spacing out! That’s like… injustice or something!’ But rather than voice this complaint Bubbles just gave a tight little nod.
Class was a bummer after that. Bubbles made sure she stayed focused no matter how boring his droning was. After 20 minutes that felt like an eternity Bubbles heard the bell ring, 'Oh, thank God! I can finally leave here! Oh wait no I can’t, I have to see Mr. ‘goggle eyes’ Osborn.’
Bubbles quietly packed her things and waited for the class to empty. As Buttercup passed her by she whispered in her ear, “If he’s keeping you about the daydream thing he’s insane.”
Bubbles giggled and nodded at her sister who smiled at her in return. Bubbles watched as Buttercup made a face to the back of their teacher as she passed him then she turned and winked at her. Bubbles barely managed to contain her laughter. Buttercup always knew how to make her feel better.
Bubbles noticed she wasn’t the only one waiting behind. Boomer was still in his seat on the third row fourth column. Bubbles wasn’t sure what to make of him so she merely ignored him and walked over to Mr. Osborn’s table.
“You wanted to see me sir?” asked Bubbles clearly squelching down her case of nerves.
“Ah yes.” Mr. Osborn looked up from the papers on his desk, “I was looking over your records from your old school and realized you are one smart cookie. Therefore, I asked you to stay behind in the perchance that you wouldn’t mind tutoring one of your classmates.”
Bubbles stared at him for a second. “…Which classmate, sir?” she couldn’t hide the trepidation from he voice.
Mr. Osborn titled his head to the side in order to see behind Bubbles. “Boomer, would you come up here for a second?”
‘Oh please no, tell me this is some kind of joke. It can not be him. I can NOT tutor a Rowdyruff.’
Boomer soon stood next to Bubbles before their teacher’s table. “Yes sir?” he asked.
“Would you mind Bubbles tutoring you?” asked Mr. Osborn.
Bubbles felt Boomer look at her then return his focus to the teacher. She tried not to panic even as she felt ice run down her spine. ‘He’s going to say no. He hates me. Besides it would save me the trouble so I won’t have to.’
“I don’t really mind, sir. But it’s her decision in the end,” Bubbles heard Boomer say.
‘No way, you have got to be kidding me! He just agreed to work with me! But I’m a Powerpuff!’
“Well Bubbles, would you or would you not tutor Boomer for this class? He’s really not doing that well and his brother is not really of any help,” said Mr. Osborn patiently.
‘Ah! What do I say? Yes or no? I have no idea what to do! If I say no I’ll be like a jerk but if I say yes I’ll be putting myself on the line. After all he is a Rowdyruff and Rowdyruffs are evil.’
Bubbles turned and looked at Boomer. He was watching her with his deep blues eyes. ‘I could drown in the sea of his eyes.’
He never left her gaze. He simply stared at her and unless Bubbles’s sentimentality was clouding her judgment, she didn’t see any malice in those eyes. He simply looked like he wanted someone to tutor him so he didn’t fail. How could she possibly say no now?
“I’ll do it Mr. Osborn,” said Bubbles her eyes never leaving Boomer’s. “I’ll tutor him anytime he has a problem.”
“Oh good, that’s very good. Thank you Bubbles. You may leave for your next class,” nodded Mr. Osborn shortly. He gave them each a hall pass and went back to the papers on his desk.
Bubbles left the class with Boomer on her tail. The hall was empty as the bell for the next class had already gone. Bubbles turned to leave when she heard Boomer speak. She turned to face him not quite believing her ears. “What did you say?” she asked, the disbelief was obvious in her tone.
Boomer stared directly at her. He didn’t even flinch. “I said thank you,” he repeated.
Bubbles blinked, “For what?”
“For agreeing to tutor me,” he shrugged his left shoulder; it was a gesture that showed his nervousness. “I know we’re enemies and it took a lot to say yes so I’m thanking you.”
Bubbles smiled a little. “It’s no big,” she didn’t really want to feel like he owed her. She turned to leave.
“Why’d you say yes?” called Boomer after her.
“Because I didn’t see any malice in you eyes,” she called back over her shoulder.
She heard him grunt as he turned to walk away and her smile grew. ‘I think I might actually enjoy tutoring him.’ Bubbles giggled as she raced down the halls. She was really late.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
‘I knew it was too good to be true. I knew there was no way he would talk to me again after yesterday.’
Nick tried his best not to glower at Kevin as they took off their sweaty gym clothes. At first he had thought that Kevin just hadn’t seen him yet and was not ignoring him but now… They had just had gym together and Kevin hadn’t said anything to him except “hustle.”
Now they were in the locker room getting ready to hit the showers and Kevin still hadn’t said anything to him. Nick was fuming and trying as hard as possible not to show it. It was even harder to ignore Kevin now because his locker was right next Kevin’s locker and he could smell him as they changed. ‘Oh fate what a tough hand you have dealt me!’
Nick wrapped his towel securely around his waist. He heard Kevin laugh. He was talking to Rolf who had his locker opposite Kevin’s. Nick huffed and made to pass by them. A hand snagged him by his wrist.
Nick looked down at the hand then up at Kevin who was still nodding at Rolf as he said something about radishes. ‘What the fuck?’
They talked a bit longer and Nick was getting really antsy. Kevin’s hand on his wrist was really not helping him stay in check. He just wanted to leave this conversation, get a shower, and get the heck out of there.
“Sure Rolf I hope you get help with that. I’ll see you at the cafeteria,” Kevin ended his conversation with Rolf having sensed Nick’s increasing discomfort.
Rolf nodded. He made a show of giving a pointed look at Nick’s wrist in Kevin’s grasp and cocking his brow at Kevin in question before he left to the shower stalls.
Kevin smiled slightly at Rolf’s antics and turned to Nick. He roved his eyes over Nick’s exposed chest then settled on Nick’s eyes. “Is something wrong?” he asked his tone slightly teasing.
Nick heard the question Kevin asked but couldn’t get his mind to leave the thought that Kevin had just checked him out to formulate a reply. He stared at Kevin’s face and slowly he felt his eyes wonder lower till they were focused on Kevin’s chest.
‘What was his question again? He really has a great bod! No, I did not just think that. Answer his question, just answer his question. His whole torso is perfect. His nipples are perfect I just want to feel his body. Ugh, no focus...’ Nick looked at his feet, to hide his blush and to think hard about the question.
“Uh… n-no nothing’s wrong. I was just wondering if we were still going to chill at lunch,” Nick heard himself stutter. ‘He did it again. He made me loose my cool. What’s wrong with me?’
“Of course we’re still chilling. Why would you think differently?” asked Kevin smiling. He was trying to keep himself from jumping Nick right there for all to see, ‘Damn, he’s cute when he’s nervous.’
Nick heard the smile in Kevin’s voice and finally forced himself to look up. Kevin had amusement and curiosity in his eyes. Nick rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand. His right wrist was still in Kevin’s grasp and the heat from that hand was not helping his equilibrium. “Well, you had kinda ignored me all day, so I thought we, uh, weren’t friends anymore,” he answered lamely.
Kevin smiled, “Nah, I just didn’t have anything to say to you before but when I saw your face I figured you were mad about something.” Finally, he reluctantly let Nick’s wrist go.
Nick nodded feeling much better even though he regretted the loss of contact with Kevin, ‘He noticed I was mad? That means he notices me! I guess he doesn’t hate me.’
Kevin bypassed him as he made to leave. He turned and gave a quick nod to the showers, “I gotta hit the showers, you coming?”
“Yeah, I’m coming,” answered Nick as he followed Kevin to the showers. ‘I have to remember to relax when I’m with him. I really don’t want him to think I’m a dork.’
Soon Nick stood under a spray of hot water, looking forward to lunch with Kevin.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“So Mandy, you want to go with us like a big group?” asked Buttercup as she shoved a forkful of pasta into her mouth.
Mandy shrugged in reply. She didn’t want to agree out rightly because she didn’t think it was a good idea encouraging Buttercup, but at the same time she didn’t want to say no. What could she say? The green Powerpuff was growing on her. And she had achieved it in two days. ‘I guess I have changed.’
“Hey, that’s a great idea. It would be so much fun if we go as a big group,” gushed Billy. Nobody had any idea what happened to him the day before as not only did he not have evidence on his face, but most of the bruises he had last night had faded as well. He could only assume that he had been given a potion this time and it was slow acting. His back still hurt if pressure was applied but that was it. His beautiful array of bruises was gone and he was sorely disappointed. His ass also hurt but then that was a different story.
“Yeah and then after the concert we can all troop to the party together,” added Irwin getting excited as well.
Buttercup looked at him; confused. “What party?” she asked.
“The Rowdyruff boys are throwing a party at their place after the concert,” informed Irwin. He broke out into a huge smile, “Everyone’s invited.”
Mandy grunted. “Those boys throw one heck of a wild party,” she conceded.
Blossom shook her head. “It’s not happening,” she said. “We can go to the concert as a group but no Powerpuff would be caught in a Rowdyruff’s domain unless having been taken there by force.”
“But their parties are epic!” protested Junior getting into the conversation. “It’s an event worth experiencing at least once. Besides they don’t do anything evil at their parties. They just get really drunk.”
Buttercup laughed, “Of course they get really drunk. What else do you expect?”
“All the same we’re not going,” stated Blossom with finality stabbing a grape in her salad.
“That’s not fair Blossom. If we threw a party at our house they’ll show up,” whined Bubbles.
“No they won’t because we wouldn’t invite them,” scowled Blossom. “What type of comment is that anyway?” she retorted crossly.
“I’m just saying Blossom that this school is different,” explained Bubbles. “The Rowdyruff boys actually act like any other teen here, not like super villains. Maybe we can use this opportunity to get close to them…”
“WHAT?” yelled Blossom interrupting Bubbles.
“Yeah Bubbles, what the hell do you mean ‘get close to them’?” asked Buttercup skeptically.
“I mean try to find out what makes them tick,” said Bubbles blushing slightly at her sisters’ scrutiny.
“I know what she means,” said Mandy nodding slowly. “She’s talking about you guys pulling the ol’ ‘keep your friends close but your enemies closer’ rule.”
“Ah, I see what you mean Bubbles. So you’re saying we can go to the party and any other public shin-dig they throw to use it as an opportunity to collect some information on them,” Blossom placed her hand under her chin. She contemplated Bubbles’s idea.
Bubbles nodded, “Yes that’s exactly what I’m saying.” She breathed a sigh of relief now that she wasn’t under scrutiny anymore.
“Fine Bubbles you made your point. After the concert we all head for the party,” stated Blossom nodding.
“All right! Great!” They all cheered and pumped high fives. Well everyone cheered except Mandy, she doesn’t do cheers.
“Ok so now on to more important business,” said Buttercup reclaiming the attention of everyone. “Whose car are we using? We have 7 people so it has to be a fairly spacious car or at least one we can all squeeze into.”
Mandy nodded. “We’ll use my car. It’s a Mustang convertible.”
“Sweet!” yelled Buttercup. Then swiftly she added, “I call shot gun!”
Everyone groaned and Mandy rolled her eyes. ‘Thank goodness I’m driving.’
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Mind if we join you?”
Dexter looked up from his lunch and stared at the boys in front of him. ‘Ugh, more Carnage fans…’
Before Dexter got the chance to decline Otto spoke up. “Sure you can join us. I’m Otto by the way and this is Dexter.”
Dexter frowned and looked at his plate of fries and pizza. He really didn’t want to spend lunch with Carnage fans. He couldn’t stand it. He could stand Otto but not anybody else.
“Thanks,” Dexter heard the boy say as he sat. “I’m Jimmy Neutron, boy, uh, I mean young genius. And these are my best friends Sheen Estevez, Ultra Lord Fanatic, and Carl Wheezer, Llama lover.” Jimmy indicated his friends as they settled beside him.
Dexter looked at Jimmy. ‘…Genius? He doesn’t look like a genius. What type of genius dresses like he does anyway?’
Jimmy was decked out in a Carnage black tee, a pair of baggy black jeans, with an earring in his right ear lobe, and a shaggy hair style that made him look like he just got out of bed. Dexter really doubted that this guy was that smart.
“You say you’re a genius? What type of a genius are you?” asked Dexter.
“I’m a science geek,” replied Jimmy easily. He smiled at Dexter, “I know you’re one too and I know your best friend over here is a history whiz.”
Dexter’s curiosity was piqued. “How do you know that?” he asked.
“Simple, I researched on your respective backgrounds yesterday,” said Jimmy chewing on a fry. “I wanted to find out who I could hang out with. I tend to get tired of just chilling with normal kids. I mean everyone desires intelligent conversation once in a while.”
“Hey!” yelled Sheen in protest, his voice had a very grating pitch to it but it was also deeper due to his age. “I heard that!”
“Smart move,” commented Dexter smiling.
“I know. I am a genius after all,” said Jimmy looking quite smug.
Dexter cocked his brow. “You don’t look like a genius,” he said eyeing Jimmy’s attire.
Jimmy’s smile grew. “Ha, I knew you were going to say something like that,” he replied jovially. “I don’t dig the lab coat look, only when I’m in the lab. Besides it’s much more fun looking normal than looking like a dork. No offense.”
Dexter’s smile became strained. ‘I really need to change my wardrobe.’ “None taken,” he replied in an attempt to be gracious.
Sheen had been chowing while the geniuses had flapped their yaps. When he saw the lull in their conversation he decided to jump in. “So are you going to the concert tonight?” he asked Dexter.
Dexter nodded. “My friend over here tricked me into going,” he feigned annoyance.
“Hello! I do have a name you know,” complained Otto. That was the second time he was referred to as ‘friend over here’.
“Does that mean you don’t like Carnage?” asked Carl in a slightly husky voice before they could answer Otto.
“No, I don’t like them,” stated Dexter simply.
Jimmy nodded. “Well, I can bet you will by the end of tonight,” he smiled as he stuffed his face with more French fries.
“Hey you know what would be really fun?” piped up Otto. “If we all go together as a group!” he finished without waiting for an answer.
“Oh that would be awesome,” cheered Sheen.
“Yeah that would be really cool,” agreed Carl nodding as he quickly focused on the conversation again.
Jimmy looked at his friend thoughtfully. Carl had been staring at someone but Jimmy had noticed too late to figure out who. He dismissed the thought and gave Dexter a noncommittal grunt when he noticed he was being watched.
“Now all we need are girls!” screeched Sheen really getting into the spirit.
“Girls… What do you mean girls?” asked Dexter getting nervous. He sucked with the opposite sex. It was because of this defect that he was yet to ask Suzy out.
“I mean, we need to get chics to join our party. That way we don’t look like a group of fags,” he didn’t notice the cringe that passed between three in the group. “A mixed group always kicks ass,” smiled Sheen. He got an idea. “I know just who to ask.”
Sheen rocketed from his seat before anyone got the chance to get a word in edgewise. They watched as he walked over to the table where Libby, Cindy, Suzy, and Tootie sat.
Jimmy rolled his eyes. “I should have guessed he’d ask Libby,” he muttered.
Dexter was nervous. His skin had turned an unattractive sheet white color. ‘How can he just go over there and ask them to go with us? Is he insane?’
Otto looked over at his friend. ‘Man, he’s really nervous. Well, it’s not like he’ll be alone with Suzy all night.’ Otto looked up. Holy Crap! Sheen was walking the girls over here. All four of the girls were coming to join them at their table. Otto looked at Dexter again. He saw the horror in Dexter’s eyes and watched him get up. ‘Wait no he can’t leave! This is his chance.’
Otto grabbed Dexter’s sleeve and pulled him back down. He leaned over and whispered in Dexter’s ear, “Don’t you even think about chickening out; this is your chance.”
Dexter gulped. He knew this was his chance but he was scared out of his mind. ‘What am I going to say? Maybe I won’t have to say anything. Did Otto know his voice sounded really sexy when it was low? Did I just think Otto sounded sexy? I must be loosing it completely.’
Sheen took his seat and Libby sat next to him. Next to her sat Cindy, next to her was Suzy, and next to her was Tootie.
Sheen smiled at Otto and Dexter. “This is Libby Fulfax and Cindy Vortex,” he said introducing the two girls they didn’t know. “They went to Retroville High with us and they agreed, along with Suzy and Tootie, to go with us to the concert. Isn’t that sweet?”
Dexter managed a nod while Otto replied, “Yeah that’s totally awesome.”
Cindy looked over at Jimmy then Carl. “Nerdtron, Wheezer…” she said by way of greeting.
Jimmy nodded curtly not even looking at her. “Vortex, Libby…” he replied.
Dexter could feel the tension surrounding the two. ‘It’s a good thing Libby and Sheen are between them.’
“Whose car would we use?” asked Tootie not appreciating being ignored. She had noticed a certain pink hat boy sat on the far end of the table. He was not part of their current throng but she knew if she spoke he’d know she was at least on the same table as he.
“We could use Jimmy’s hover jeep,” suggested Carl blushing. No one understood where the blush came from; he hadn’t said or done anything embarrassing.
Jimmy scowled at Carl. He didn’t want to use his car. And what in the world had caught his attention!! His face was almost completely red!
“You have a hover jeep?” asked Dexter momentarily forgetting his discomfort.
“Eh… yeah, it was something I built when I was eight,” answered Jimmy distractedly. He was still looking at Carl. “I modified it as we grew older. It’s capable of intergalactic travel as well.”
Dexter smiled, “Interesting, it would be nice if we could use it.”
Jimmy nodded seeing scientific curiosity gleam in Dexter’s eyes he forgot about Carl and focused on his new acquaintance. “Sure, I guess we could use it,” he said. He was willing to use it if only for Dexter’s sake.
“Awesome!” cheered Sheen again then he turned abruptly and yelled to the blond guy sitting on the far end of their table. “Hey do you and your friends want to join us for the concert tonight?”
The guy smiled at Sheen. “Sure, that would be really cool,” he replied
“SHEEN,” whined Jimmy, Libby, Carl, Cindy, Dexter, and Otto in unison. Suzy and Tootie simply giggled.
“What, I got a little carried away. I’m sorry,” apologized Sheen not looking very apologetic.
The bald black boy that sat next to the blond guy smiled over at them. “It’s ok if you don’t want us to join you. We were going together anyway.”
Jimmy felt bad. He shook his head and smiled over at the guy. “No it’s ok. I don’t mind three more people. Besides, a party of only three can get boring.”
“But three is a crowd,” mumbled Dexter still hoping that they would leave it as it was.
Carl gave Dexter a look and smiled over at the other guys too. “Yeah, why don’t you guys slide on down and join us?”
The guy with the pink hat smiled in return, “Sure, why not?”
“Wait a minute, it’s you!” exclaimed Jimmy suddenly. “Timmy Turner, remember me?”
Timmy blinked then recognition dawned as he looked from Jimmy to Cindy to Sheen and finally to Carl. “Of course I remember!” exclaimed Timmy heading over to sit opposite Jimmy. “We had crazy adventures together when we were eight. You didn’t want me to ask Cindy out to the Friday the 13th dance!”
Jimmy rolled his eyes. He would rather forget that but he still nodded, “Yeap, I can’t believe I didn’t realize it was you! They must be your friends,” he finished indicating the black boy and the blond teen.
“Yeah I forgot, this is AJ, he’s really smart too, and this is Chester, he’s loads of fun.” He turned to his friends, “AJ this was the genius dude I told you about, Jimmy Neutron.”
AJ finally nodded as understanding dawned. He shook hands with Jimmy and settled down next to Timmy. Chester sat on his other side.
“No wonder you looked so familiar,” stated Sheen getting into the conversation again. “You’re small-headed Jimmy!”
Timmy, Jimmy, Cindy, and Libby all rolled their eyes. You’d think that by now Sheen would realize he just needs to call Timmy by his name.
Carl smiled sweetly at Timmy, “Nice to see you again Timmy.”
“Hey Carl, glad you’re not still calling me ‘small-headed Jimmy’,” said Timmy jokingly.
“That ship has sailed,” answered Carl simply. His attention was once again curtailed somewhere else.
Soon they were telling everyone how Timmy and Jimmy met and the history surrounding them. Tootie listened intently and blushed whenever Timmy looked in her direction. She was slightly jealous that Timmy had actively pursued Cindy but had not cared for her. Fortunately, her jealousy was short lived when she saw Timmy didn’t have that infatuation anymore. Dexter attempted to be polite and only listened when Jimmy occasionally lapsed into scientific details on what happened. In truth he was dying from all the company.
Eventually they broke up into conversational groups. Timmy, Sheen, Chester and AJ struck up a conversation on who was the greatest super hero. They were arguing between Ultra Lord, the Crimson Chin, and Crash Nebula. Libby, Cindy and Suzy were talking about what to wear and Tootie was listening intently to Timmy’s conversation. Dexter was mumbling things to Otto who was mumbling right back and Carl was either eating or staring wistfully into space.
Jimmy decided to use his free time to make some observations and hypotheses on the tables’ occupants. He first focused on Carl. He knew Carl had been spacing out ever since they sat at the table and he wanted to find out why. He watched Carl for all of ten minutes and he saw how Carl’s expression became whimsical as a certain person looked up from their table.
‘Interesting,’ thought Jimmy as he filed the information away. He then focused on Tootie who had the same whimsical look but was focused unwaveringly on Timmy. ‘So, obviously she has the hots for him. Boring, no challenge whatsoever,’ he thought disappointedly.
His attention flickered to Libby and Cindy. Cindy was studiously avoiding his gaze and Libby was occasionally smiling flirtatiously at Sheen who would grin in return. ‘Ok so Cindy still plans on playing hard-to-get no problem I can work with that, and Sheen and Libby look like they might finally do something… cool.’
He turned to Suzy. She was listening avidly to Libby and Cindy drone on about feminine things and her body language didn’t betray any outward thought. Jimmy frowned slightly, ‘It seems she would prove to be my challenge, there must be something to her and I’d figure it out.’
Changing his focus yet again, Jimmy observed Timmy and his friends. Timmy was avidly avoiding Tootie’s gaze as much as she was avidly watching him and AJ was fidgeting with his fingers as he stole surreptitious glances at Chester. Chester was completely oblivious and was the only one getting excited as he conversed with Sheen. ‘Hmm, seems to me I’ve stumbled upon a hidden crush; and a homosexual one at that…’
Finally, he watched Dexter and Otto. Dexter was sending out vibes of discomfort from every pore and occasionally he would look at Suzy as if to check if she had changed in the past five minutes. He would unconsciously calm down whenever Otto touched him, or smiled at him, or talked to him but that was it. Otto for his part was paying an inordinate amount of time making sure Dexter was comfortable. He watched Dexter like a hawk from the corner of his eye and would occasionally rub Dexter’s hand in what Jimmy decided was an intimate manner. His smile was extremely warm when directed at Dexter and he leaned in too close whenever he wanted to speak. Jimmy shook his head and smiled secretly, ‘This is going to be really interesting.’
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