I'm starting to wear myself out, writing wise. I need to slow down. Two new stories, in like two days. Gosh.

But in all serious-ness, should I continue dear sweetheart? I mean, I really meant for it to be a one-shot, and that's it. If I do continue it, what else should I have in the story? I do write for you, anyways.

LAST CHAPTER. PLUS EPILOGUE. SORRY.

Disclaimer: I don't own this, but I own at everything else. Dominate, is more like it.

Reunited

Chapter 17 - Contract; Epilogue

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"The Convention closes in less than an hour." Sheen whined. "I haven't enjoyed this wonderful event to its' fullest extent!"

Libby rolled her eyes. "Well you better get your butt in gear, honey."

Sheen ran away, then, intent on buying more stuff and…doing other things you do at an Ultralord Convention. Libby turned to Carl, Wade, Ryan, and Henry. "Where did Jimmy and Cindy go?"

Carl and Ryan looked distracted by something (she didn't want to know what) and Wade and Henry exchanged a glance, grinning. Libby's eyes narrowed. "We have to find them before this places closes."

Wade shrugged, looking away. Henry just kept smiling. Libby frowned. "Never mind. I'll go find them myself!"

Henry looked at Wade. "Do you know where they are?"

Wade shook his head. "No, dude, I thought you knew."

Henry rolled his eyes. "Then why did you look at me?"

And Wade just shrugged. "I don't know, I just felt like it."

Henry looked towards the ceiling, exasperated. "And I thought Sheen was insane."

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Libby found them on a bench, terribly close and looking very happy. She felt a sudden pang of sympathy for the two of them, because they couldn't stay like this forever. They would be going back to Retroville soon (tomorrow, to be precise), and Jimmy would stay here in Chicago.

But she had faith in them.

They were both stubborn, determined individuals and if anyone could successfully make a long-distance work, it would be those two. With a small smile, she turned around and headed back to find Sheen.

She'd leave them alone for now.

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After several minutes of, ahem, passionate kissing, Cindy and Jimmy decided it was finally time to "discuss their relationship."

They argued for awhile, about how often they should contact each other, of all things. Jimmy, at first, had said at least once a week, and Cindy had vehemently disagreed and said every day. Eventually they came to a compromise, which Jimmy said that they should write down and make copies, for the sake of their sanity:

CINDY VORTEX'S AND JIMMY NEUTRON'S RELATIONSHIP CONTRACT

You just HAD to get technical about our RELATIONSHIP, you loser.

Why is your name first?

Because I'm better than you.

1. Never fail to contact each other; no matter WHAT.

Yeah, you hear that, Neutron? No matter how busy your genius schedule is. I'm your girlfriend. So there.

Oh, well the same goes for you. Don't forget me when you're…

Being awesome?

Sure. Let's go with that.

2. Absolutely, no - and I mean NONE WHATSOEVER - cheating. That means flirting, touching (not that way, you perv), kissing, making out, "dates", or even sex. No way Jose.

I trust you. It's the other girls I don't trust.

I just don't trust Nick.

…You're strange.

Well, I hang with Ryan, Wade, Sheen, and Carl. Plus, you're my girlfriend.

Is that an insult to me?!

No, I just like saying it.

You're such a charmer, dear.

Anytime, sweetie.

3. Just because we live so far away, doesn't mean we can't pretend like we still live across the street from each other.

Don't forget out anniversary.

Um, what's today?

March 18th.

There you go.

Oh, you also can't forget my birthday. Or Valentine's Day.

I'll ship you your presents. Yay, melted chocolates.

I can't wait!

4. We're to go to each other's graduation come senior year.

Hun, that's a little far off. We're only sophomores.

You're a sophomore. I should be in COLLEGE by now.

Dude, that's your doing.

Yes, I know. But we're almost juniors.

I feel old.

5. College equals togetherness.

I'm good at math.

Not as good as me.

Not as good as I.

…shut up, Cindy.

No, I don't think I will.

6. Wait, what college shall we be going to?

Harvard?

Dartmouth.

Stanford!

What, are we just listing colleges now?

IVY LEAGUE!

Are you on crack?

Courtesy of Sheen! Ha! This is Sheen! What are you guys doing? It's time to leave.

Sheen! You've tainted the RELATIONSHIP CONTRACT! Seriously. I'm going to kill you.

I'm not going to have any friends left if you keep this up, Cindy.

Shut it.

Yes, dear. I love you too.

7. Kill Sheen!

No, Cindy. DOWN!

NOOOOO!

Yes. RELATIONSHIP CONTRACT FINISHED!

And only one person got hurt.

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EPILOGUE (IN THE LAST CHAPTER, THAT'S DIFFERENT FOR ME!)

(Junior year. Spring Break.)

"Ah, Henry. It's nice of you to visit. Ready for a ROAD TRIP?!" Sheen exclaimed.

Henry shrugged and smiled. "About as ready as I'll ever be. Where are the girls?" He looked around.

Sheen looked around, too. "Cindy was on the phone with Jimmy and I have no idea where Libby is."

Henry raised a brow. "She's your girlfriend."

"But I'm not her KEEPER, damnit!" Sheen exclaimed. Henry just rolled his eyes.

"Where are we going, again?" He asked.

Carl, who had been busy eating chips, answered, "Chicago."

"Yes! Chicago! Cindy's more excited than I am, can you believe that?"

"Well, yes, because Cindy is Jimmy's girlfriend. But then again, no. Because you're a complete and total spaz." Henry replied calmly.

Sheen pouted. "I'm not a spaz!"

"Yes, you are." Cindy, who was finally off the phone, and somehow just reappeared out of nowhere with Libby following her, disagreed.

"Says you!" Sheen stuck out his tongue and Cindy slapped him upside the head.

"Now, before Cindy kills Sheen, where are we meeting Jimmy?" Henry asked.

Everyone was silent.

"We can go to an Ultralord Convention-"

"NO!"

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Jimmy snapped his phone shut, and turned to Ryan and Wade.

"So, where are we meeting everyone else when they get here?"

Jimmy froze. "I didn't ask."

Wade laughed. "That's because you were too busy making kissy noises to your girlfriend. You hang up Jimmy! No, YOU hang up!" Ryan laughed along with him.

Jimmy glared. "I don't talk like that."

Ryan shrugged.

"I heard that the Ultralord Convention is in town again."

They were silent, pondering the idea.

"No."

"Never again."

"Agreed."

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I'm really bad when it comes to last chapters/epilogues. I hope this didn't suck too bad. I mean, I didn't give you all that much notice, but I mean, what would come next? This story has died. Well, in a good way. It's done. But hey, now I can focus on my other stories. Like Identities. Yes.

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