Disclaimer: I do not own Fairly OddParents... If I did, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be posting on a fanfiction site. That being said, enjoy my first fanfiction work.
"Well, that's the last of it," Timmy said dropping a box labeled: bathroom on the floor next to the rest of the boxes. The 18-year-old wiped the sweat off of his forehead and plopped down on a box that read: kitchen. He rolled up the sleeves on his pink button up as he heard glasses clink inside but was too tired to care about breaking anything. His blonde haired roommate walked in carrying several rolls of posters and a green tin container with a cannabis leaf picture on it. The freshman were tired, they'd moved in a sofa, a mattress, and several boxes into their dorm. It had taken the better part of the afternoon.
"Dude! How awesome is it that we get to room together our Freshman year?" Chester asked excitedly, setting down his posters and sitting on the floor. He opened his tin box and took a deep breath in through his nose. "Ahh… that's good" The shaggy-haired teen said exhaling.
"So awesome!" Timmy replied with mock enthusiasm. He looked over at the blonde and saw that he was searching through several of the boxes erratically. "What're you doing Chester? Looking for your future?" The buck-toothed teen joked. "Because I've seen it, and it has multiple possession charges and a cellmate named bubbles."
"Ha ha, you're hilarious" Chester spat sarcastically. He walked to the other side of the room and started rummaging through other boxes, tossing things out of them. "Besides, marijuana's basically legal in the state of California."
"Not on campus, dude" Timmy facepalmed then stood up and stretched. He was almost tall enough to touch the ceiling without standing on his toes. When he'd turned sixteen his height had risen exponentially. He still wasn't as tall as Chester though.
"What're you a Narc? As long as we don't get caught it's fine" Deciding what he was looking for wasn't in any of the boxes in their living room, he walked off to search his bedroom.
"Said every criminal ever." The brunette called out.
"Whatever, you gonna help me look or what? This is important." Chester sounded panicked so Timmy decided to let up on the ridicule. He knelt down by the boxes that were left unopened and sighed. "I'll bite, what are we looking for?"
"Smokey! I can't find him anywhere" The blonde replied looking on the verge of tears. Timmy stood up and began walking away.
"Oh no, I'm not gonna help you find a bong so you can get us both kicked out our first week here." Chester looked offended, but he donned a look of determination and went back to searching.
"Smokey the Bong is not just a bong he's my first, " he grumbled. His face lit up like a child's on Christmas morning as he pulled a long green cylinder out of a box filled with clothes. "Smokey! I knew I packed you!" He hugged the bong close to his chest.
"I thought Veronica threw that thing away?" The brunette asked, recalling a few months ago when she requested that he stop smoking pot. Chester began wiping it affectionately with his shirt.
"Oh, she did. Took me hours to find it at the dump."
"The dump?" Timmy asked with a particularly disgusted look on his face. "You washed it right?"
"Of course, I washed it. I mean, not with soap of course. Who wants the taste of soap in their mouth? Gross." Chester gave the bong an audible kiss, then rubbed it against his cheek.
Timmy cringed and walked out the door. He looked back to see Chester in a ball on the floor cradling the cylinder like a newborn baby. He could hear him whispering to himself. "Only you can prevent boredom. Yes you can, yes you can Smokey"
Timmy closed the door deciding to give Chester and his bong some time alone. At that moment, his phone buzzed from a text message. It was from Tootie.
Tootie: Wanna help me... study? ;)
He smiled when he saw it. It'd been a few months since he started dating his best friend. And she constantly called or texted him to come to her and "study" which meant make-out. The girl had a lot of pent-up energy she needed to release, and Timmy was beginning to think their heated make-out sessions only added fuel to the fire. The brunette knew that she wanted to do more than kiss this time. She'd been hinting at the fact since they'd talked about going to the same college. He thought that it was pretty comical that he was the one being pressured for sex. It's not that he didn't want to, she was beautiful with a beautiful body to match. And above all else he loved her. He just didn't want to rush things, they already rushed into a relationship. And its' not like they hadn't had sex yet. They did on the night they had decided to date. Granted they both were a bit intoxicated, but that just further proved his point in waiting.
Timmy wanted their next time together to be special. But maybe he was overthinking things. Classes hadn't started yet, so there definitely wouldn't be any studying going on. But maybe she just wanted to make out like all the other times. The teen was getting all worked up for nothing. He thought of his reply and sent the message.
Timmy: What subject?
Her response was almost instantaneous.
Tootie: Anatomy ;) ;)
Timmy swallowed, and his eyes went wide. "Anatomy!?... and two winks!?... you know what that means…" the brunette thought to himself. Was she really suggesting… what he thought she was suggesting. The night they slept together, they had both been drinking. That helped ease the tension and nervousness that Timmy felt around the raven haired girl. This time, however, he was completely sober. "Maybe she wasn't serious… or maybe she meant someth-" another buzz from his phone startled him. He looked down and the cause of his panic was confirmed.
Tootie: Don't worry… I've got protective gloves. ;) ;) ;)
She was indeed suggesting what he thought she was suggesting. A part of him was excited, but that part was being overshadowed by his current state of panic. Timmy began pacing up and down the hallway. What should he do? He planned on going through with it eventually, why not now. As long as they were safe, why should it matter? He began to calm down when his phone vibrated yet again. Reluctantly checking the text, he saw that it was again from his girlfriend.
Tootie: My room number is 107. Veronica's on her way out so we'll be all alone. Don't keep me waiting ;) ;) ;) ;)
"Why the hell do the winks keep increasing!?" To say that the teen was freaking out was a massive understatement. How was all of this happening so fast? Yet, something else was nagging at the back of his mind. He contemplated the thought for a moment, what was he missing? Timmy looked up and paled. His eyes landed on the door in front of him. Room 107. In his panic, he had stumbled upon Tootie's dorm room. He knew that they were on the same floor, but not only 3 doors down! The brunette turned around tiptoeing in the opposite direction. His room was only a few feet away if he hurried now he could make back to his room before-
"Oh hey Timmy, you got here fast" Timmy froze mid step. Too late. He slowly turned around and faced a smirking blonde. "Tootie's in her room...I was just leaving" Veronica said adjusting the purse on her shoulder. She walked past him and ruffled his hair even though he was several inches taller than her. "You kids have fun now" She joked winking.
"You're enjoying this aren't you?" The brunette said pulling away. He narrowed his eyes at her laughing face. "A little bit" She replied turning back to him.
"It's' not a big deal. Sex is a part of any relationship" The blonde enjoyed giving him and Tootie relationship advice. He normally didn't mind it, but today was not one of those times. Today she seemed to be mocking him. Well, he couldn't have that, he needed to find a way to turn the tables on her.
"So you and Chester have a lot of sex do you?" Veronica's face reddened. Timmy was the one smirking now. "T-that's none of your b-business" She stammered turning away from him with a huff. Stomping down the carpeted hall and muttering under her breath.
"Chester's in 110 by the way" he called out. She stopped suddenly then turned to the door next to her. She twisted the knob and walked in. As Timmy stepped into her and Tootie's dorm room, he heard Veronica yelling at her boyfriend.
"Goddammit Chester!" She screamed from down the hall, causing Timmy to visibly flinch. He smiled regardless, already knowing that they were arguing about his bong. "This isn't what it looks like!" Chester shouted back.
"Didn't I throw that thing away!? You have to choose right now. It's either me or the bong…"
"Don't make me choose!" he pleaded. Timmy closed the door to Tootie's dorm apartment, feeling that he was intruding on the blonde couple's "discussion". Granted, most of the floor could probably hear their yelling. Looking around the apartment, he was impressed by how it looked. The apartment had the same layout as his; A living room area that was furnished with a sofa, an armchair, and a coffee table, a small kitchenette, to the far right, to left was the bathroom with a bedroom door next to it. The second bedroom door was towards the back of the living area. The entire apartment was fully furnished and decorated with colorful themes of pink and purple. It even smelled nice, he figured that came from the flowers that were strewn about in vases about the room. Exactly like his, except it was fully furnished. The two had only moved into their dorm yesterday, how on Earth had they gotten all of this done?! Timmy and Chester hadn't even put the couch in its' proper place.
But, he had other troubles at the moment. The most prominent being the raven-haired girl in the room in front of him. All he had to do was walk in, and tell her that he didn't think they were ready. Yeah, that's it… Easy.
After taking a moment to compose himself, Timmy took a deep breath and rose his hand to the door. After hesitating a few times, he finally performs a barely audible knock. "Come in~" He heard a voice sing out. Mentally preparing himself, the brunette opened the door stepping into the room. What he saw instantly caused him to lose all resolve he had.
Inside, the curtain was drawn across the single window. The dark bedroom was simple; full-size bed, desk, and closet. With the curtain blocking the setting sun, he probably wouldn't be able to see anything. But the room was illuminated by the faint glow of 5 candles laid across the desk. Soft music was playing quietly from somewhere in the room. After scanning the room for a few seconds, his eyes finally fell on his girlfriend. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, hands in her lap. Timmy's heart skipped a beat. She had her long silky hair slightly curled and laying on one of her exposed shoulders. Exposed due to the fact she was wearing nothing but her glasses and a purple silk negligee that showed off her cleavage. It stopped mid-thigh and had small white ruffles on the bottom of it. Her bare feet crossed at the ankles lying on the carpet.
Timmy looked her over a few times, stopping repeatedly at her chest and legs. His eyes reached her face and he could barely make out the small smile on her face due to the low lighting. For a few moments, nothing but silence was heard until Tootie spoke. "Hi," Timmy still stared at her while he attempted to come up with a proper response. "Uhh… hey" The brunette breathed out slowly. Smooth he thought to himself.
Tootie simply giggled. Man, did he love the sound of her laugh. She patted the empty spot on the bed next to her. "Wanna sit down?" She asked sweetly. He seemed to be in a daze as he closed the door behind him and made his way over to her. He slowly sat down on the bed about a foot away from her, looking away. She giggled again and sat closer to him until there wasn't any space between them. "Nervous?" She asked. Timmy nodded, he didn't see the point in being dishonest at the moment. He turned toward her, and she just leaned in and planted a slow sweet kiss on his lips. "Don't be," she said as she pulled away. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment, seemingly searching for something.
Then he looked around the room again. It appeared that she had gone out of her way to make tonight special. All objections the brunette normally could've mustered up were currently absent. He wanted it to be just the two of them, no parents and no friends; check. He also wanted to make sure they wouldn't be disturbed or heard. Veronica was out and aware of what was happening, so the odds of her returning anytime soon were extremely low. Peace of mind; check.
Timmy was also vocal about them having safe sex. Mainly due to his fear of being a parent at a young age. But also due to the threats made by his girlfriend's older sister about making her an aunt before thirty. Fortunately, Tootie had already informed him that she had taken the necessary precautionary measures. Protection; check. All that remained was the romance aspect. And a quick survey around the room proved that Tootie had also taken that into account. With the candles and music… is that Sam Smith?... Everything was perfect. Romance; check.
Timmy had to admit that he was impressed. His nervousness was still there but manageable. Tooties purple eyes bore into Timmy's. They pleaded as if asking for permission. She wanted this, and so did he. There was a light shade of scarlet on the raven-haired girl's face. It was barely visible in the dimly lit room. She was nervous too. Timmy taking a deep breath nodded and placed a hand on her cheek. He wanted her and now was the perfect time. Without anymore hesitation, he leaned in and kissed her deeply.
A/N: So my first fanfic didn't turn out too bad. Eventually, I'll get to a point where the chapters are around 3-5 thousand words. The next chapter will be a continuation of this story. Then after that... randomness at Dimmsdale U. Next chapter will also be a lemon as was promised in the summary.
So until next time, Read and Review.