A/N: I'm going to begin this story with 2 separate chapters one on Tootie at 13 the other on Timmy at 15 after that I will continue the story in present day when both people are 17 and starting Senior Year in both of the preliminary chapters it will be third person p.o.v the rest of the story will be in first person unless otherwise stated, I hope ya'll enjoy it.
Disclaimer: All Fairly Oddparents property belongs to Nickelodeon
Tootie (age: 13)
A soaking wet girl of about 13 slams her bedroom door open. Dripping on the carpet the girl enters her pink room and closes the door softly and leans against it. Her violet eyes close cutting off budding tears and letting them traverse down her cheeks. As they do she thinks cynically 'Well at least I can't get any wetter.' Her deep purple eyes open and take in her room, covered in Timmy memorabilia and for the first since she can remember the smiling pictures of the buck-toothed love of her life don't comfort her. Instead the entirely new sense of revulsion washes over the young teen. She shakes her head and wonders for the umpteenth time why Timmy Turner throws water balloons at her whenever they cross paths. As she carries herself to her personal bathroom she turns to see her wet reflection.
Her catholic school girls outfit, the same design she's worn since she fell in love with it on the Halloween of her 10th year, is damp and clings to her skin in very uncomfortable places. Her hair usually shiny and bouncy in its pigtails is now hanging down dull and wet as a few errant strands stick to her face making her cheeks itch. Her eyes are red and blotchy after crying over the same boy she fell in love with at the tender age of 6. Unfortunately this is not a new image, the same boy, the boy that decorates her entire living space has been giving her this "water-balloon treatment" since she fell for him. She relatively calmly changes out of her damp clothes drys off with a towel and changes into a comfy pair of Chompy Pajamas and heads into her room.
The scene plays over and over in her mind as she lays softly on her Timmy Bed and buries her face in a Timmy Pillow. Again she walks alone on a desolate sidewalk heading to the park and again a loud voice that ever since that day in Kindergarten has given her chills shouts into the clear blue sky "Fireeeeeee!" A big red oblong object hurtles toward her face and smashes into her covering her in ice cold water. She shivers and looks over at the love of her life laughing and high fiving his friends, the tears immediately blur her vision as she turns unceremoniously towards home and stalks off leaving all thought of relaxing in the arms of her favorite tree and enjoying the shrieks of playing kids come from Dimmesdale Park. As she walks quickly away tears actively pursuing each other down her face she overhears her one true loves conversation. "That ought to get rid of her for a couple days anyway" says Timmy Chester a ratty dressed tanned boy with surfer hair and that's taller than the other two grins a shiny, braces grin. A grin that matches Tootie's to a T. He says "Yeah Timmy that'll teach her what's what." A.J, the smartest and shortest of the trio shakes his head looking at some sort of handheld scanner "By my calculations Tootie will be back in 2.3 days in order to, how do you put it Tim? In order to 'love up on you'." Tootie misses the rest of the conversation as she speeds along to her house.
The images and sounds from earlier in the day makes Tootie cringe and new tears come from her already red eyes. She sniffles looks around and adamantly stops crying, defying what her six-year old self wants to do with the Timmy Doll she has on her bed Tootie starts squeezing it's neck muttering curses she dare not voice out loud. Finally giving up, finding it extremely difficult to have the doll respond to her threats, Tootie throws the lovingly made toy onto the ground and starts shouting at a boy that isn't there. "WHY!?" "WHY?! Do you love HER!" Her voice becomes softer her previous statements still echoing around her room. "Why can't you love me Timmy? That's all I wanna know just why?" As if bolded by her requests memories that she buried out of denial sprout and take root in her mind. Memories of Timmy saying things about Trixie how she's "Beautiful" and "Pretty" and "Gorgeous" his words not her own and with stunning certainty she finally after so many years of her Timmy calling her names, and running away, and throwing everything from water balloons to Chompy memorabilia, long story, at her she finally understands. He's not perfect.
He's far from it. He's mean and selfish and rude, He's immature and dumb and beyond all of that he the love of her life is extremely,terrifyingly,annoyingly shallow. He is shallow, so much more shallow than anyone, even hormonal 13 year old boys, have a right to be and it's these things that finally break the glass wall in her mind that hidden the real Timmy for so many years and now that she's getting a good long look at who he really is, she finds that she doesn't love this boy at all. She doesn't really even like him as a person that much. As she picks up the doll that was thrown to the ground she numbly throws it away, because Timmy Turner is no longer worthy of any of her emotions and as she starts the long process of redecorating she makes a silent vow. A vow to never, EVER speak another word to Timothy Thomas Turner as long as she lives.
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