Author's Note: I know I said that I dropped off this site and I did...but I can't resist posting a few one-shots once in a while.
"Cherries"
The way his chocolate brown hair droops when he's upset. The way his sapphire eyes light up when he plans a new invention. The way he cares for everyone, even people who might not deserve it. He's always so thoughtful and so smart, my Jimmy.
Sometimes, I wonder whether I deserve his love. Surely, there are better candidates for it. I mean, just look at Retroville's population. There has to be at least one other person, if not two or three, that could win his heart. I've seen her try her luck only to throw in the towel. But, of course, I should have realized that someone like Betty Quinlan could never get what I have.
He's working in his lab right now and I watch him out of the corner of my eye. I feel honored that he's let me into his lab, his 'clubhouse'. Time and time again, I wonder whether I deserve that distinction. Do I deserve any of the things he's done for me or helped me with? Do I even deserve to call him a friend for the way I've treated him?
Not that I act like that all the time or even very often. But even so…I sold him out at the intergalactic game show. I have a tendency to be brash and say things I don't mean. What does Jimmy see in me? What does he see in someone like Sheen, while we're on the subject?
He doesn't pay me much notice as he tinkers away. I think he's content to have me in his lab space but not interfering. I've glanced at his blueprints, but most of the information is above my head. He could explain it to me, I might even understand, but I'd rather watch him work. He can work miracles, you know. He can make the most ordinary thing into something extraordinary. He's just so brilliant…he makes everyone look horrible in comparison.
Maybe I shouldn't be wasting my time studying him. I'm sure there are other, more important things to do. I can't think of them offhand, but there's got to be something. It's just that when I look at him, when I look into his eyes, my mind goes blank. I want to do whatever it takes to impress him and win him over.
Except he's already mine. Sometimes my jealousy gets a hold of me and I forget that simple fact.
"Hey, Jimmy?" I call and he lifts his head. A smile tugs at his lips and he places a wrench down on the lab table.
"Yeah?"
"Nothing," I reply, modest. He smirks, shakes his head, and goes back to work. It's little conversations like that, that mean nothing to other people, but mean the world to me. Just to know that he's there, that I can be with him whenever I want, is its own reward.
Jimmy replaces his wrench on the table, strides over to the lab chair in which I sit, and kisses me on the cheek. His sapphire eyes shine in love and affection.
"Hey, Carl?"
"Yeah?" I reply and he smirks.
"Nothing."
Well now, you won't think so fast about the label 'J/C' in a fanfic, will you? I'm sick of seeing 'J/C' in every single fanfic in this section. It serves you right for never thinking that J/C could apply to anything else.
Or that there's such a thing as changing pairings. Horror of horrors.
Jimmy and Cindy are not the only pairings for this fandom, people. Stop whoring them. And before you flame me, remember that it was your assumption that J/C equals Jimmy/Cindy that led you into this mess.