Identities

Chapter 14 - Phase V: Achieve Some Closure (last chapter and epilogue)

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To: supermodelbabe

From: greeneyedgoddess

Subject: HAHAHAHA.

You thought you were sosmart, trying to sneak up on me in the supermarket like that. Who do you think you are?

Jimmy and I are dating now, get used to that now. And you can’t do anything about it, so THERE.

Back off, you anorexic-plastic-superficial BE-OTCH.

Yeah, I said it. What are you gonna do?

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To: greeneyedgoddess

From: musicsavesmysoul

Subject: WOAH.

Girl, are you and Jimmy together? Why did I have to find out by Sheen, of all people? I should be the first to know. I am your best friend, you know.

So…when’s the wedding?

No, just kidding. But seriously, HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?

- Libby.

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To: musicsavesmysoul

From: greeneyedgoddess

Subject: Woah is right.

The answer to your questions is YES, WE’RE TOGETHER.

It’s strange and amazing and wonderful at the same time. Nice, huh? Sorry you had to find out by Sheen…it’s like he’s onto everything Jimmy and I do. Well, maybe not everything…

The wedding?

You suck, Folfax.

Well it started with him saying I love you and then I sealed the deal by saying I love you too. It’s that easy.

- Cindy

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To: greeneyedgoddess

From: brainblast801

Subject: (none)

I think Charlotte hates me now. Not only is she sending me e-mails, she’s sending me text messages, voicemails, and real letters.

I might have to go under the witness protection program, or something.

Anyway, Sheen is asking me when you’re moving in with me.

I don’t even want to know how he got that idea, but then I started thinking about it…

I’m back at work now, and we barely see each other…and yet you should stay in Retroville, recovering from your memory loss.

Thoughts on this?

- Jimmy.

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To: brainblast801

From: greeneyedgoddess

Subject: There is a subject!

Well, if Charlotte hates you now, that means she should leave you alone. But obviously, she doesn’t and she’s not. Sucks for you!

No, just kidding…if you’re going into the WPP, so am I.

Well…

Um. I suppose if you asked me to move in with you, I would say yes. But you haven’t asked, so I don’t know.

I don’t need to stay in Retroville to get better, Jimmy.

ALL I NEED IS YOOUUUUU…

Oh my God. Too much coffee in one morning.

- Cindy.

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To: greeneyedgoddess

From: brainblast801

Subject: Fine. Subject, subject, subject.

Nice logic you have there. Too bad Charlotte doesn’t follow logic that pertains to most normal humans.

I believe a life under the WPP would be nice, don’t you think?

I may not be a pro when it comes to hints and subtlety, but you’re being move obvious than I think you realize. So, with that statement…

Will you move in with me, Cindy?

I can’t believe we’re doing this over e-mail.

You know…

Caffeine so early in the morning for such a coffee-sensitive person like you isn’t good. Lay off the coffee.

- Jimmy.

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Cindy had literally squealed when she read Jimmy’s last e-mail. Did she plan on moving in with him? Hell yes.

She was totally thankful for everything that her parents had done over the past few weeks, but she was sick with living with them. She felt like she was treated like a little kid, or a teenager at the most. They liked to play with “curfews” and enjoyed “checking in with her.” Of course, she couldn’t blame them. They hadn’t had much contact over the past few years, and they were just making some lost time.

And she was currently wondering how the hell they would react when they found out she was moving out so quickly. But they liked Jimmy, so they shouldn’t freak out too bad…

But of course, Jimmy had been right. Moving away from Retroville probably wasn’t the best idea; this is where she had lived for the majority of her childhood, adolescence, and adulthood, and being around familiar places and people would help with her amnesia.

Maybe…she didn’t have to move in with him so quickly. They could take their time, she had plenty of it. It shouldn’t even take that long for her to move in with him, she didn’t have all that much stuff. She had shared most of her stuff with Nick when she had lived with him.

“Cindy!”

She jumped from her comfortable position on her bed, where she was holding the printed-version of Jimmy’s e-mail. She sighed, walking out of her room and down the stairs. “Coming, coming…”

She froze on the bottom step, her eyes widening as she saw her mother, who was holding the front door open, and the person standing in her entryway, who just happened to be none other than THE Charlotte.

“Um, she says that you two are friends.” Her mother sent her a confused glance and Cindy shrugged.

“Depends on what you mean by friends.” She crossed her arms.

“I just need to talk to you.” Charlotte looked a little regretful, anxious, and like she was completely on-edge. Good. Cindy Vortex was a dangerous woman.

“Fine.” She said briskly, slipping on a pair of flip-flops and walked through her front door, Charlotte stumbling after her. She heard the soft click of her front door, but she knew that her mother was probably watching out the window, just to be safe.

Cindy spun around to face Charlotte when she was a good ways out of her mother’s vision, standing beside a pretty row of lush, green bushes.

Charlotte narrowed her eyes. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m giving up.”

A little surprised, she replied, “What? No more threatening e-mails?”

Charlotte sighed, shaking her head. “I met someone else.”

Cindy smiled a little, and nodded in understanding. “Well, that’s wonderful. And?”

She shrugged daintily, an I’m-so-beautiful-and-wonderful smile spreading across her features. “I figured you would be happy about that. But if you want me to continue following Jimmy, then I will - “

“No! No, that’s fine.” Cindy said quickly, rapidly shaking her head.

“Well, this doesn’t mean we’re friends, or anything. I still hate you.” Charlotte sniffed.

Cindy rolled her eyes. “Okay, that’s fine by me.” She shrugged. Then, with a smile and an idea, she added, “But I do know someone who you’d be great friends with.”

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Cindy grinned triumphantly, watching as Charlotte Donaldson and Betty Quinlan hit it off immediately. She had brought a reluctant Charlotte to the grungy bar that she knew both Charlotte and Betty would hate, and it was almost like wonderful-friendship-at-first-sight.

As long as she had them both off her back, Cindy didn’t care.

And it felt like things were getting so much better now, too; her and Jimmy were together, Charlotte was moving on, Betty gave up on her, and Married Man had disappeared, probably in his house, with his wife, where he should have been all along. Now, all she needed was to see Jimmy and they could -

She suddenly felt a finger tap her shoulder, and she turned around warily, only to meet a pair of pretty (handsome?) blue eyes and a familiar devious smile. Jimmy. How ironic. Or was cliché the right word?

“What are you doing here?” She asked with a bright smile on her face.

Jimmy snaked an arm around her waist and brought her close to him, rolling his eyes. “Well, that’s a nice greeting.” He pouted playfully.

Smirking, she leaned in and he met her halfway, enveloping them both in a passionate kiss, and yet again, Cindy forgot about everything surrounding her, like nothing was ever wrong in the world.

She was brought out of her dream-like state when she heard a strange tapping beside her. Jimmy pulled away from her reluctantly, and they both looked towards the bar.

“Sorry for interrupting,” The smirking bartender - the same one that she had seen the first night she had seen Jimmy - said, “But I would like to let you know that your barstool is done.” He pointed below them.

All three of them looked down and Cindy laughed. It said Cindy and Jimmy, June 30th, 2008 on it, stating that they had “won” a drinking contest…despite the fact that Jimmy had won.

“I figured I’d put both of your names on their.” The bartender shrugged and turned away, going to serve another customer.

Jimmy sat down on their barstool, and pulled Cindy down to sit on his lap.

“Guess what?” She said excitedly.

“What? You haven’t been drinking a lot of coffee today, have you?” He asked, eyeing her warily.

Cindy rolled her eyes. “Not really.” She lied. And she could tell that he didn’t believe her, either. “But, I found out who I am.”

Jimmy peered into her eyes, looking intrigued. “Really? And who are you?”

She smiled, feeling truly happy. “I’m a person, who has amnesia…and I’m okay with that.”

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EPILOGUE:

TWO YEARS LATER.

To: greeneyedgoddess

From: musicsavesmysoul

Subject: You’re kidding.

Sheen told me something interesting today.

Is it true?

- Libby.

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To: brainblast801

From: greeneyedgoddess

Subject: Shit.

Jimmy, oh no. Libby and Sheen - they know.

Did you tell anyone?!

- Cindy.

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To: musicsavesmysoul

From: greeneyedgoddess

Subject: Um…what?

What are you talking about? What did Sheen tell you?

I’m not pregnant, if that’s what it is.

AND YOU SIGH A BREATH OF RELIEF.

- Cindy.

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To: greeneyedgoddess

From: brainblast801

Subject: Watch your language.

No I haven’t told.

Have you?

- Jimmy.

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To: greeneyedgoddess

From: musicsavesmysoul

Subject: You know what!

Don’t play dumb with me, Cindy Vortex.

Or should I say, future Mrs. Cindy Neutron?

YOU BETTER NOT BE EFFING PREGNANT. I’M NOT EVEN PREGNANT YET.

NO SIGH OF RELIEF. NO!

- Libby.

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To: brainblast801

From: greeneyedgoddess

Subject: You’re being mean.

Sorry. Just asking!

What’s with your blunt and mean e-mails?

AND NO I HAVEN’T TOLD.

- Cindy.

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To: musicsavesmysoul

From: greeneyedgoddess

Subject: HUH?

WHAT. OMG.

NOT. PREGNANT.

- Cindy.

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To: FORWARDED MESSAGE: musicsavesmysoul, ultralordrulez, supermodel babe, brainblast801, llamalover21, sophisticatedchick

From: greeneyedgoddess

Subject: HAHAHAHA.

I’m getting married.

I’m engaged.

To Jimmy Neutron.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

BUT I’M NOT PREGGERS.

THANK YOU.

LOVE,

CINDY (SOON-TO-BE-NEUTRON) VORTEX

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