Chapter 3- "The S/L moment of all moments"

Author's Note: You can tell me I write like garbage if you want, out of retaliation. However, few of you have dared to write a S/L story, so this is fairly unprecedented. I am taking a risk here and going out of the comfort zone of this site. At least respect me for that. And not all of my reviews are lousy. Some of them are very praiseworthy. Could you all please review this chapter?

The duo began walking down the block, in eventual pursuit of the Candy Bar. They began talking about the upcoming trip.

"So, Sheen, you packed yet?" Libby inquired.

"Not really," Sheen said. "I am thinking about how to make room for my special Jetpack Ultra-Lord from Episode 127- 'The Attack of Robo Fiend and the attacking Peruvians from Planet Shiskabob."

"Sheen, I thought we talked about this," Libby demonstrated. "You're not supposed to bring Ultra Lord on this trip. You will embarrass me, fool."

"Only a fool does not bring a superhero to protect his queen," Sheen posited triumphantly.

"Sheen, I don't need protection. We're just going on a school field trip," Libby factually stated. "It's just sand, pyramids, and the rest of our class. What could go wrong?"

"What about like last time?" Sheen asked. "With the scary dead guys wrapped in toilet paper, and the sand storm, and the snakes, and the writing on the wall, and the……"

"Sheen, last time wasn't scary. It was cool. I got to see that my ancestor was a queen, and I got a righteous 'do from it. And I liked surfing with you," she added in. "What I'm trying to say, Sheen, is that you don't need Ultra Lord to protect me. I feel safe just being around you," she stated articulately while concealing a blush.

"Thanks, Libs, baby, I try," he effectually said. "Now, shall we proceed to the sanctuary of sweetness?" he stated.

"Absolutely, Sheen. And I want you to look me in the eyes and promise me, no Ultra Lord!" she demanded.

"B…but….." Sheen stammered.

"Promise me!" Libby yelled.

"O… kay….. but" Sheen again stammered.

"Now!" Libby demanded, lowering her eyebrows.

"Yes, my queen, yes, whatever you say!" he stated obediently out of shock from her voice. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. As he was bringing his hand to its neutral position, he accidentally touched Libby's hand. He was about to pull it away, but Libby resisted him pulling away.

"Sheen, what are you doing? I like your hand there."

"But, Libs, I thought you were embarrassed by me," Sheen said questioningly.

"Sheen, just shut up and hold my hand!"

"Yes, ma'am." Sheen again replied obediently. They held hands all the way to the Candy Bar. It was a very euphoric moment for Libby. Sheen had a stupid grin plastered on his face, probably thinking about stupid Ultra Lord. However, Libby was in heaven. His palm was a little sweaty, and their grip occasionally loosened. Whenever this happened, Libby would tighten the grip. Their hands never once came apart. Libby was very taken by Sheen, even by his stupid quirks. She knew he was very funny, and she actually found him kind of cute. Libby breathed a pleasant sigh to herself. She had never liked any guy in her life as much as Sheen. She was very hard on him, but it was only because she wanted him to do well.

In a successful relationship, you have to support everything about the other person, as long as it doesn't vilify that person. However, Libby could not stand the very existence of Ultra Lord. She didn't hate the character as much as she hated the idea of Sheen paying so much attention to him. Why hadn't she hooked up with him until now? Because of that stupid doll! But something still lingered in the back of her mind. She still had that doll in her closet. The one with the melted face that Sheen had given her on Valentine's Day. She hugged it every night. He knew that she liked him, but his inferior mind couldn't begin to comprehend just how much she adored him, and everything about him. Before she realized it, they were at the Candy Bar's doors. Sheen opened the door for her, to which she simply replied, "Thanks, Sheen," to be received by "You are welcome, Queen of queens." He is so funny, she thought! Once inside, Sheen directed her over to a table. It was a large booth, similar to the one she had occupied with Sheen in Win, Lose or Kaboom. As they were just sitting down, Sam was wiping down one of the counters, singing pleasantly to himself. Libby squeezed in, landing rather abruptly on her behind. The seat to the booth bounced and sagged when she sat down, reminding her of bounce machines from when she was younger. Sam espied the two of them and walked over to their booth. For the most part, the Candy Bar was empty. Sam noticed Nick walking towards the Candy Bar in the distance, carrying his skateboard in his right arm. Sheen and Libby couldn't see, because their backs were turned to him. These two were regulars and two of his favorite customers. He had grown attached to certain customers over time, especially the regulars. He had finally arrived at their table.

"What'll it be, yea?" He asked Sheen and Libby with his usual accentuation on the last word.
"A double hot fudge sundae with lots of chocolate syrup and an Ultra cherry," Sheen gleefully stated.

"And a banana split with rocky road ice cream will do for me," Libby told Sam.

Sheen then did something that made Libby's heart jump. He proffered a ten dollar bill to Sam.

"Keep the Ultra Change, Samster," Sheen told the rotund purveyor of candy.

"Sheen, that was really sweet," Libby said with a dreamy smile on her face.

"Anything for my chicky babe," Sheen triumphantly said.

"So, Sheen, you have your ticket?" Libby asked.

"Yes, Libby, baby," Sheen said. It's at home.

"Okay, Sheen, I have here a map of Egypt. The way I figure it, Mrs. Fowl is probably going to take us to visit the Great Pyramids, along with the rest of the Gaza Strip. We can also do some righteous shopping."

"Ugh, shopping is for girls," Sheen disgustedly replied.

"That's not necessarily true, Sheen. There are lots of interesting artifacts that would interest a guy."

"Only if your name is Jimmy Neutron," Sheen said to himself.

"What's that, Sheen?"
"Nothing, Libs. Hey, listen, how close are the seats going to be on the plane?"

"Well, Sheen, I guess a couple of feet apart. I'll show you." She scooted about three feet closer to him. "Like this."

"Really?" Sheen stupidly asked. "And what about the seatbelts?"
"Oh, you've never flown in a plane before?"
"No, my queen, I admit I haven't."

"That's okay, Sheen. I can teach you. Like I said, the seat buckle will be between our seats, like this." She touched the edge of his lap, where his hand was holding his napkin. Her hand touched the top of his palm, and she felt the same surging feeling of pleasure that she had had not twenty minutes before. Again, their hands interlocked. They stared into each other's eyes, and felt a sort of magnetism pulling them closer together.

Nick met up with his friend Joey at the front door. He gave his friend a high five and then walked into the Candy Bar, just in time to see Libby and Sheen's lips connecting.

End Chapter 3