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"You lose," Cindy said before pulling the trigger.

"Shit," was all the evil Jimmy had time to say before he was shot dead. Jimmy smiled at the knowledge that this horrible ordeal was over. But suddenly his view changed. He was staring at the barrel of the gun. He watched as a bright flash of light overcame him, followed by a searing pain. He fell to the floor in a pool of blood.

The evil Jimmy congratulated Cindy and walked over to Jimmy. He bent down and pulled out a knife. He looked Jimmy in the eyes. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of Cindy," he said while grinning. He slammed the knife into Jimmy's throat.

"No!" twelve year-old Jimmy Neutron shouted as he jumped up from his bed. "No, not again," he whimpered as he took a look around. What? It was just a dream. Another stupid dream. He looked at the clock on his nightstand. It was only a little past two in the morning. He knew that he wasn't getting back to sleep anytime soon. He walked over to his closet and threw on a jacket and shoes.

Jimmy shivered as he walked out the front door. It was starting to snow again. He stuffed his hands in his pocket and began walking down the street. Not the best way to start off the holidays.

It was one year ago today that the murders had occurred. About a month ago he had started having horrible nightmares. As the anniversary drew closer they became more frequent and terrifying.

He thought about how he would be able to make it through school today. It was supposed to be a party day, the last day before vacation. But he would just sit there, trying his best not to cry. He had lost most of his friends that horrible day a year ago.

Jimmy ran his hands through his hair as he entered the cemetery. He continued walking silently until he reached the graves he was looking for. Libby's, Sheen's, and Carl's lay next to each other. He smiled as he remembered all the good times they had shared. Poor guys. They didn't deserve this. Nobody does. He knelt down and swept the dirt off of each gravestone. He said a short prayer for each of them. He turned around as he heard footsteps approaching.

"Can's sleep?" Cindy gently asked.

"Nope. You neither?" Jimmy told her.

"I was getting a glass of water when I saw you leave. Thought I'd come with. If you don't mind," she said as she knelt down beside him.

"Nope. I'd rather have you here with me," he said as she hugged him and started praying.

Jimmy sighed. The only good thing that had come from the murders was that he and Cindy had gotten closer. But they still weren't officially a couple. But they were definitely more open with their feelings. They held hands often, kissed each other's cheek, even kissed a few times. Truth is, Jimmy was planning on officially asking her out on Christmas.

They both sat in silence as the snow started to come down harder. Jimmy wrapped his arms around her. She looked at him and smiled.

"Are you staying home from school today?" she asked. They both knew the reason why they might stay home.

Jimmy shook his head. "We can't just ignore this day for the rest of our lives. They would have wanted us to move on," Jimmy told her. She nodded her head.

After a few more minutes passed Jimmy grabbed her hand and pulled her up. They began walking home, still holding hands. As they reached Jimmy's house Cindy let go of his hand and started to walk across the street. Jimmy reached out and took hold of her hand. He spun her around and caught her with his other arm. She leaned back, and they stared into each other's eyes.

They both smiled as Jimmy bent down to kiss her. After what seemed like an eternity they slowly pulled away. "Merry Christmas," Jimmy whispered as he saw her smile. He couldn't help but smile as well.

"That," she said as she tried to stand up and regain her composure, "was way better than the fruit cake you gave me last year."