What's Life Without a Little Drama?

No Comparison

"You know, Jimmy, I've been meaning to ask you something."

"What is it Sheen?"

"Well, it's been a while since the whole "dramatic love scene" after the pageant, so…. When are you going to ask Cindy to be your Ultralady?"

"Well, that particular string of words will never leave my mouth, so-"

"I think," Carl interrupted, "he just means, when are you two making it official?"

"Making what official?" They both gave him disbelieving stares. "Ok, fine. What does it matter?"

"Well, we were just speculating about it-"


"Ok, Libby was speculating that, since you guys aren't technically…well…anything, there really are no reasons to be monogamous. Doesn't it bother you that she could date another guy if she really felt like it?"

"Right now I'm still amazed that you know the words 'speculating' and 'monogamous'."

"Be serious dude."

"Honestly Sheen, I really hadn't seen that as being an issue."

"Well, I know if there was even a possibility of another guy sniffing around my woman, I'd be madder than Robo-fiend in episode 522, when he-"

"We really don't need to hear this. And don't call her your 'woman', that's kind of offensive."

Sheen shrugged. "You know what I mean."

"Guys, I really don't think I have anything to worry about. Let's focus on something else, ok?"

"Whatever, man."

Cindy sat turned around in her desk chair. He parents stood in her doorway, her mother trying to straighten her father's tie. While they were preoccupied, she silently slid a small black metal box behind her binder.

"Now Cynthia, we will probably be back late; you know how these functions run. Have you completed your homework?"

"Everything except a chemistry project that I need to work on."

"Alright. When you're done, don't forget to practice conjugating verbs in the subjunctive tense. You had some trouble with that on your last French quiz."

"Oh for heaven's sake, Sasha!" Mr. Vortex said. "It's Friday night, let the girl relax a little."

She sighed. "Alright, no verbs, but get to bed at a decent time."

"Yes ma'am." And with that, they left.

She waited until she heard the car pulling out of the driveway before picking up the small black box. Before she could do anything, though, a muffled voice came out of it. "Chemistry project? Really?"

"I'm doing an experiment to see how long we can keep this up before they find out...How long have you been spying on me?"

"I wasn't spying, I was just checking to see if they had left yet."

"Uh-huh. You know, normal phones allow the person on the receiving line to decide whether or not to accept a call."

"That sounds pretty lame. So are you coming over or what?"

She sighed. "Yeah, give me a minute."

The metal cube had been their way of inconspicuously keeping in contact for the last couple of weeks. It was like a walkie-talkie with texting capabilities that only the two of them could use.

She pulled on a sweat-shirt and made her way down the stairs. It was still raining out, but she could make it across the street.

I'm not going to melt after all. Or am I? She chuckled to herself. It was funny how, a few short months ago, Jimmy might have made a witch joke about her like that. Actually, he still might. Just because they were…well, you know…they hadn't stopped their rivalry. He just as likely to compare grades as she was to argue about something; the only difference was, instead of it ending with them not on speaking terms, they…well, usually laughed. Or did other things.

Like right now. She came up to the door and knocked the code.

Knock. Knock. Knock knock. Knock Knock Knock. Please hurry up, the stupid Fibonacci sequence goes on forever!

Soon enough, the trap door opened and she fell into the tunnel. Fortunately, she'd had practice landing, and managed to curl up and roll instead of hitting the hard ground. She got to her knees then stood up.

"You really should put something under that opening."

"And make people think they're welcome in here?" He glare met a smiling face. "Hi Cindy."

Jimmy had been in the lab for the last three hours, but judging by Cindy's disheveled appearance, he could tell it was still raining. Her jacket hadn't done much to keep her dry, because her hair stuck to her face and neck. It was actually kind of endearing.

"You know, they have these handy things called raincoats that usually do a decent job-"

"Shut up or I'll shake my head and get you wet." She walked over to his desk. "Orrrrr…I'll sit on these important looking papers."

"You wouldn't dare!" He ran over and grabbed her around the waist, hauling her over to the couch. He sat on the armrest, forcing her to sit on his lap. "I need those blueprints!"

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Oh? And what are you prepared to do to stop me?"

"I can probably think of something." He kissed her and moved to the seat of the couch, bringing her with him.

How did I manage before I could do this whenever I wanted? Of course, he couldn't try this at school…not that her wanted to, that was annoying and Cindy would probably object to a public display of affection. It was just, well, he would like to know that if he really wanted to, he could. Would she really stop it?

That might be a piece of knowledge I need to acquire.

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