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( Author's Note )
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What fun little tidbit do I have for you today I wonder? Yes, I still have writers block for my other stories. But I figured, if I can't write those... might as well try my hand at some one-shots. So I don't own Fairly Odd Parents, or any of the characters... and places depending if I use any from show or real-life. I own the tale itself, that is about it... and as I've plainly stated before... this desk... it's mine... don't touch it.
I will be going through this later and editing it to clean it up... you know errors and what not. But I figured it had been far too long since I had posted anything... so I'm going to release it early for you gals and guys.
If you want this to continue into a short multi chapter story, Review, or pm me letting me know. If I don't get reviews or PM's I don't know if it was enjoyed or not.
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( Timmy's PoV )
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He walked down the busy street alone... Christmas was still a couple months away. Seems the stores had forgotten that fact. And the fact that Thanksgiving hadn't even arrived yet... hell Halloween had just passed. His stomach growled with the thought of Thanksgiving it's been a while since he had a full decent meal. That didn't actually matter right now. Because these idiots busy with Christmas on their minds, never remembered to watch their purses, were always off their guards about their wallets being lifted... because who would do that at Christmas? He would.
He'd left home a few years before... tired of his life the way it was. Tired of being ignored. His parents thinking they could throw items at him but not actually care. To hell with them. Last year he had been able to snatch enough money to get him by a few months. That was just one department store. This year, his eyes were set at the Dimmsdale Mall. It was a little more risky, due to security... But he didn't have to worry about his parents seeing him. He found out they had moved during one of his weak moments, when he went to see his old house. He wasn't planning on returning... just looking... but the for sale sign was a dead giveaway his parents had left. Didn't matter, he didn't plan on coming back anyways. He was fifteen now, he didn't need them anymore.
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He sat in the food court eating a hamburger and some fries, while mentally planning where to go next. He'd hit the bigger areas first. Game stores, toy stores, and clothing stores. Between the children being hyper, and the parents getting their kids to try this on, or try that one... it just made it a lot easier. Then he debated returning to the same spots... obviously by the time he returned. His former targets would be gone, and new ones should take their place.
He got up tossing his trash into the trashcan... not that he cared if anyone had to clean up after him. No... he had to be smart. Couldn't draw attention, and people who left trash on the table... the person cleaning it would remember him... that wouldn't do. Not if he planned on coming back until the holidays were over. He had started towards the game store again, when a older teen girl ran into him.
"Excuse me he muttered," Quickly reaching into her purse pulling out the wallet, and continued on.
"Hey... don't I know you?" He ignored her as he continued around the corner.
He hadn't actually planned to lift anything until he was safe, hidden in a crowd... but he couldn't pass up a chance when someone made it so easy for him. Next time, she should learn to watch where she was going and it wouldn't happen again. The wallet was quickly dropped into his dufflebag... he'd remove the cash later, and drop the various wallets into mailboxes around the city. He was a thief... but he wasn't cruel enough to take their only form of ID from them.
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He was pulling the cash out one of the last wallets. He'd made a good haul today. Close to two grand in cash... a very good haul considering most people didn't even use cash anymore. But there were still a good amount of people dumb enough to carry cash, and he was smart enough to take it. He didn't know what he'd do if they stopped, didn't even care right now. It was too damned cold... he needed to finish this and get back...
"You!" A hand tightened around his shoulder. Shit... He tried to pull away only to have another hand grab him. "It was you that took my wallet, wasn't it?"
He turned to look at his captor, he'd seen this female somewhere before... oh yeah... the one that he bumped into. He hadn't gotten a good look at her before, but now he did. And his eyes grew wide with fear, as he looked into the angry pink ones. It couldn't be her... Jesus... if he only had knew it was her, he wouldn't have even so much as touched her.
"Wait... I do know you." Her grip loosened, though not enough for him to get away.
"You can have it back... just let me..."
"Twerp?" Those pink eyes stared right into him. Of course it took her a while to figure out who he was. He hadn't seen himself in a mirror in a long time, but he was sure all the dirt... and the tattered clothing was not what she was used to seeing him in.
"I-I think you've... got the wrong p-person! Here!" He looked through the bag best he could while she held him and found the obviously Vicki's wallet. Skulls and crossbones, should have figured. Which she snatched with one hand, never letting him go with the other.
"You are... aren't you supposed to be missing or something." he wasn't focused on her anymore, instead by the guard running up behind her.
"Hey! Hold him right there..." The guy yelled. Check-mate... it was over for him.
"Fuck... run..." she whispered, and let him go... Of course he had no problem with that command as he tightened his grip on the bag and ran... knowing that no matter what the mall was now, no longer a hunting ground. Stupid Vicki... had to ruin everything... even now.
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( Vicki's PoV )
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She stared after the running mall security guard, knowing he'd never catch the boy. He'd had too much of a head start, and was obviously a faster runner. She'd watched where Timmy had ran, and had a pretty good idea of where to find him. She wasn't entirely sure why she wanted to find him... oh yeah... to continue yelling at him for taking her wallet. Wait was that the reason? Somewhere inside her told her, she shouldn't have been careless enough to let him take it. While another voice inside said that wasn't the reason she wanted to find the boy at all, that it was because she cared about the boy. She mentally gagged. That couldn't be it, she and another voice said flatly.
She got into her car and went down the ally Timmy had disappeared. The security guard had already turned back, but she wasn't afraid of some ally. She kept going until she found what she was looking for, a old mechanic's garage. It had pretty much closed down when she was younger... she would hang out here sometimes after school. No one hardly came here... even the current owners didn't come by, leaving all the vehicles collecting dust and rust.
She looked from car to car, van to van, vehicle to vehicle looking for any sign of the boy. It seemed that even if the place was out of business, people still dumped junk cars and stuff here... since it seemed to be more than there used to be. She started to wondered if he was even here when she heard something hit metal... then a whispered curse... her eyes moved straight to the old school bus.
"Come on out Twerp... We are not finished yet." Another muttered curse, and a light came on... a light? There wasn't electricity out here... at least not that she knew of.
"No... if you want to yell... come in here..." She realized that the light hadn't come on when the light suddenly vanished... there was something covering all the buss's windows, and was moved... so it had been on the entire time... just hidden. So he was brave enough to invite her in huh? Stupid move!
At least she had thought it was a stupid move until she walked inside and the door quickly closed behind her. It was warmer inside, though not by much. All of the seats had been removed, and she assumed the cushions were under what seemed to be a mound of blankets near the back of the bus... where some of the metal seemed to be holding the door closed. A shabby table and chair sat near the front. At least there was a trashcan, and trash wasn't littered all over the place. Even so... it was...
"You've been here all this time?" How long had it been? She thought about it, a little more than three years.
"No... just the year..." he coughed some, staying where he was, which was closer to the back than the front he looked a lot thinner than he had before... maybe she only just noticed it. "I gave your wallet back... what else do you want? Why did you follow me?"
"Well you shouldn't have taken my wallet... those other suckers... alright... but Mine?" If I had of know this was what waited for you... I would have let you keep the cash. What the hell are you saying, her mind yelled at her. "I have half a mind to... to..."
"To what, Vicki?" He interrupted her... something she never expected from the brunette boy... "Gonna get my parents to hate me? You did that. Make my life a living hell? You did that too. You know I ran away because my parents hated me... All you. Let me guess, you're here to laugh at me. Rub my nose in how much I've failed. I haven't had a real bath since I broke into someone's house a week ago... just to take a bath." Vicki listened to him... part of her demanded she put him in his place for talking to her like that... but most of her was just rocked to the core... that all of this could... and was being laid at her feet... and that she deserved it. "So here's you're chance. Laugh it up."
"I'm not going to laugh at..." she stopped and looked around the bus again... feeling how cold it was despite the oil lamps putting off heat, then she noticed the two windows in back facing away from the road, open slightly... maybe to take the fumes from the lamps out of the bus so he didn't suffocate. "Seriously you live here?"
"Did you get stupid since I ran away or something?" He seemed braver as he moved towards the table and the mounds of cans on it... he reached under it grabbing a canned soda. "Want one?"
"Yeah..." she caught it as he tossed it to her... she didn't comment on how dirty the can was... he obviously didn't care since he opened his and drank from it.
"Sometimes if I can't find food, the sugars in these help me keep going." he sat at his shabby table looking through the cans. "I think there's beef stew in here somewhere if your hungry. I don't have any bowls though..."
"Whoa... hold on..." Seriously? She yells at him, he just tells her everything that happened was her fault. Everything bad that happened to him... her fault. Then he offers to give her the little he actually has? What gives with that? "Whats with this nice crap? Aren't I the cause of all your problems?"
"So? Can't change it can you? I can't change it... so what's the point?" He seemed to be counting through the money again. "Doesn't matter anyways... I can't go back to that mall again." he sighs, mumbling that it's no where near enough
"What's not enough?" She knew what wasn't enough... not enough money... but it seemed like a lot to her... well for someone his age.
"You wouldn't understand." He muttered. And she didn't, she knew that he needed money... and knew because she had asked the security guard if he'd seen Timmy... though she didn't know who he was at the time... Timmy wouldn't be able to go back to the mall, because she pointed him out as the person who lifted her wallet. Once again her fault. When was she going to stop making this boy's life hell, and try to fix it... Where the hell did that come from, she wondered.
"You know I have a spare room... It's just me and Tootie now, since out parents bailed on us." She hoped she was doing the right thing.
"So you're looking for a pet huh? After all I'm nothing more than a stray." his voice was cold. For the first time, his eyes locked with hers. A icy kind of blue, instead of the warm innocent blue they had once been. She was about to voice her objections... that he was wrong, that wasn't her meaning. Until he looked her up and down. "What he hell right?"
"Seriously?" Seriously? That's all it was... no argument, no conditions. She looked around again. Then again... three meals and a warm place to sleep... a big step up from here. "You're not worried about Tootie?" She hoped the joke would make him smile... or make him angry.
"What right do I have to complain? I mean, I'll be her pet too..." He muttered stuffing things into a couple dufflebags. She was going to tell him she had pillows and blankets... and food when he started stuffing that into bags. "Give me a few minutes."
"Alright." She stepped out of the bus, after reminding him to cut off the lamp. She pulled out her cellphone and phoned her sister.
"Heya Vicki... Where have you been? I tried calling?" Vicki guessed she didn't hear the calls.
"Didn't hear the phone I guess. Um look Toots. Can you get dinner started? I'm bringing someone home with me..."
"Who? Did you meet a guy?" She interrupted.
"It's a guy... but I need you to promise not too get too excited..."
"Oh my God! Tell me Vicki."
"I'm bringing Timmy with me... I'll explain later..." she hung up the phone after the squeal from the other end.
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( Timmy's PoV )
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Timmy eyed the apartment as he was ushered in. The way Tootie started towards him and stopped in her tracks looking away from him, showed him that obviously, he wasn't worth her time anymore. Might be for the best. Vicki told him where the bathroom was, a obvious sign he needed to take a bath... guess they wanted a clean pet. At least he'd enjoy warm baths where you didn't have to worry about someone coming home while you were taking a bath.
In the bathroom he looked in the mirror. He almost looked dead. If he had seen himself laying on the ground, he'd just know he was dead. His hair shaggy and unkempt... that was the first thing. He looked around through the cabinets and drawers... finally the storage closet where he found a pair of scissors cutting his hair... it wasn't the best haircut in the world... but it was almost to the same length as it had been.
Then he eyed the shower. He happily stripped his clothes after turning on the water. So what if this didn't last long... at least for now, he'd be alright... if he milked it long enough he might even escape winter. As long as he played the good pet. Or until they got tired of him... he wouldn't use up his food... he was sure he'd need it once he was pushed out again... for now... the bath called to him.
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Once out of the shower, he realized two things... one his clothes were gone. And two other clothes had been left for him. Given the fact that they were black jeans that were too long for him, and a black t-shirt... he assumed the clothing came from both sisters. He dressed and joined the others for dinner when called.
He sat quietly at the table while the two sisters ate. He stared at the food before him, his stomach growled but he didn't touch his food. Once they went about talking about various things. Tootie's school like, and Vicki's work life... he began to eat a little, then stopped once Tootie noticed he was eating. He wasn't exactly sure why, but he didn't want them to see him eat. How many times had him not paying attention to someone while he ate greedily, got other things from him stolen? Not that these two would want anything he had but old habits died hard.
After they left though putting their plates in the dishwasher, and was out of sight... he ate everything on his plate and hurried to put it in the dish washer. He couldn't remember how the machine worked... so he decided not to mess with it. Instead going to find his room. Quietly he crept down the hallway. The first door had to be Tootie's, the decorations on the outside of the door told him that much. The next was Vicki's. Bathroom... then at the far end was another room... that is where he found his stuff.
He eyed the bed, then shook his head. He wasn't going to fall for that. You never hurry to something you want... that's the fastest way to lose it. He grabbed the dufflebag with blankets in it and piled them in the corner farthest from the door. And curled up on it. With the light off it almost felt like he was back on the bus. Though a lot warmer. At least he knew no one was going to sneak in.
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The next morning he woke up, and it took him a moment to remember where he was. Deep down, he kind of wished he was back at the bus. It was at least quiet there, and he could sleep as long as he wanted. Even though it was cold he had a massive pile of blankets that he usually burrowed into. After a few minutes her crawled off his pallet, and slowly made his way out of the room. No one in sight at first.
"See you when I get home Tootie... try not to scare him away alright?" He heard Vicki say before hearing the door close.
"Like I'd scare him off," Tootie was muttering to herself when he walked into the kitchen. "He's my Timmy, and he'll love me... even after all of these..." she dropped the toast in her hand as she faced him. "Heh... eh heh... Um... Morning Timmy."
"Morning." He just stared at her... it was true they hadn't actually talked since Vicki brought him here. Oh, she had plenty to say, but he hadn't actually spoken since he got there. He just continued to stare as her eyes lit up.
"There's no school today, so I made you some breakfast." Once again he sat there, while she ate. He just stared at the wall in front of him. Again he was hungry... but he couldn't force himself to eat in front of her.
"You didn't have to make me anything, you know." Timmy said pushing his food around with his fork. He was really nothing more than a pet in his eyes. He was sure he was here solely for Vicki's amusement... then again, since it was Vicki and Tootie's home, he assumed that he would have to be Tootie's pet as well.
"Of course I did... you are our guest and you know..."
"I'm just the pet." he said getting up from the table. He was hungry, but eating with her... He wasn't sure if it was because he believed he was their pet... or if it was just something that was too normal. Too much like before he'd left home.
"Who said that... Did... Did Vicki say that you were the pet?" He didn't answer, instead he went back to his room and laid on his pallet.
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( Tootie's PoV )
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She couldn't figure out why Vicki would have called Timmy a pet... or why he went along with it. Well considering how he looked when she brought him here, he didn't look like he'd been doing that well since he ran away. Maybe he went along with being a pet to have a better place to live. Still... she couldn't just let Vicki treat him like that. She pulled out her cell and called Vicki.
"What's up Toots?" Vicki asked, with a touch of worry in her voice. Maybe because she hardly called Vicki while she was at work. Or maybe because Timmy was there.
"Did you tell Timmy he was our pet?" No sense in beating around the bush with Vicki. She'd mellowed out a lot since their parents left, and surprisingly things got a heck of a lot better for her too. Who knew that inside Vicki, the evil teen... was actually a nurturing person, well for Vicki anyways.
"No... I meant to correct him on that. But I forgot." Vicki sighed over the phone. "He seems to think that he's nothing more than a pet, a stray we've taken in, for some reason. I'll see what I can do when I get home. I'll be back at about the normal time... I'll bring dinner."
"Okay, see you then Vicki." She hung up the phone, and stared off towards Timmy's room. He's not at pet, Tootie thought to herself... how could he assume that she... That she would see him as a pet?
After an hour Tootie finally put Timmy's breakfast into the refrigerator, assuming that he wasn't going to come out for it. She realized that she had no idea what he'd been doing since he ran away, but whatever it was... it couldn't have been good, as thin as he was now. Come to think of it, he'd actually seemed kind of normal the day before he ran away.
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( Tootie's PoV )
( Three Years Ago )
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She had arrived to school much earlier than everyone else, as usual. She didn't really understand why the others didn't like school. Okay, so you had to do school work, and sometimes the teachers were not in the best of moods. However, you had your friends there. People you cared about, and wanted to talk to. It was a place to get away from all your home problems.
With Vicki as a older sister, you had tons of problems. Friends never wanted to come and hang out at your house, because most of them had Vicki as a baby-sitter, so they didn't want to see her when they didn't have to. So at school she didn't have to worry about that. She didn't have to worry about her parents not caring what happened, at school. Mostly you didn't have to hear Vicki being angry at school. It was her Sanctuary... but the best part about school was -him-. Timmy would be there!
As if on cue, he walked through the front doors, sooner than he usually did, but there he was. It took all her willpower to not run up and cling to him. No... she made a plan. She couldn't smother Timmy in affection... because he wouldn't respond the way she wanted him to like that. No he'd always push her away if she did. It had been a long week, but she was still able to control herself. And it seemed to be working.
"Hey Tootie..." Timmy stopped next to her as he walked in. It was working... as long as she didn't seem interested, he was becoming interested on his own. She figured she should give it a few more days before she gradually started showing affection again.
"Oh... hey Timmy." She said calmly... almost bored, while inside her mind was doing back-flips. But she couldn't show that. Not yet.
"Okay well... take care." He looked a little sad while walking away, which had confused her...
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Tootie thought about the day on the bus ride home. Tootie had noticed that since that Timmy had been acting strangely throughout the day. Normally he'd answer a question or two, when the teacher asked... his hand never raised once. He actually didn't even seem to be playing attention to his lessons. He didn't eat during lunch. She assumed that he might not have been feeling well... that would explain why he sat on the bleachers during gym, and didn't play basketball with the others... he liked basketball.
"Hey Tootie... do you want to come over my house this afternoon?" Timmy asked when the bus stopped and they both got off. She wanted to agree... but she couldn't, it would mess up her plan.
"I can't. Got homework. See you tomorrow Timmy." She forced her voice to be normal... and forced herself to walk home, while she silently squealed inside her own mind. He invited me over to his house! In a few days Timmy, you will be mine, she thought to herself as she went upstairs and into her room.
The next day she waited for Timmy to come into school in the morning. To hell with her plan, he was showing interest now... and as long as she didn't get obsessive she should be fine. He didn't show up by first bell... sometimes Timmy came in late. It was normal enough. Though by the time lunch came and went, she realized that Timmy wasn't coming in today... Maybe he was feeling bad yesterday, she thought to herself.
When she got off the bus she went straight home, to find Vicki sitting on the couch. That was odd, if Timmy was sick, she should be there until his parents got him. Though, Vicki seemed different than usual. She looked worried about something... that couldn't be right, Vicki didn't worry about anything.
"Hey Vicki..."
"Have you seen the Twerp?" Vicki interrupted, though she didn't sound angry as she usually did.
"Not since yesterday... when we go off the bus. He went home, he asked me to come over, but I had homework," Tootie knew something was wrong, though she hadn't put all the pieces together... she didn't want to put them together, deep down she knew what the next words were going to be.
"He ran away..." That's all Vicki had to say... all she could say it seemed. Actually what else could she say? Tootie thought about all of yesterday. Twice he had come up to her... it was obvious now it was an attempt to find some help... someone to talk to, and twice she turned him away. If she had of known... she would have... She might would have made a difference.
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( Tootie's PoV )
( Present )
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That stupid plan... if she had of just talked to him, maybe she could have helped him with whatever family problems he had. Or problems with Vicki. No it couldn't have been Vicki completely, she wouldn't have come with her if it had been that. It didn't matter, she'd spent most of her childhood following him around, and she failed to see something was wrong. Failed to help him when it truly mattered.
She slowly opened the door to the room Timmy was using after knocking a few times. First she looked over to the bed, to find that it didn't look like it had been used. Her eyes scanned the room, until she looked at the mound of blankets in the corner. None of them looked very clean. Maybe he was taking a bath or something, she thought. Since his old clothes, that had been washed and put on the bed were still there... so he hadn't ran away again. While he was taking a bath, she'd wash those blankets... and clothes. She reached down and grabbed one of the blankets pulling it towards her...
"Ahhhh." she screamed when a hand came out grabbing her wrist, and screamed again when from under the blankets something jumped out tacking her to the ground. She looked up at what was holding her to the ground... "...Timmy?"
"Oh..." It seemed to take him a moment to focus on her. She didn't dare move. Not that she could with him holding her shoulders down to the floor, or him laying on top of her, she could slightly feel his rib bones against her chest, but that thought was blanketed by another. It actually reminded her of some of the scenes in the romance books she'd been reading. Get it together, she told herself. Not quite being able to stop the blood from rushing to her cheeks, nor the gasp that escaped her mouth... luckily Timmy didn't seem to notice either... "I-I'm sorry, I so sorry."
"No... it's alright." Her voice was more lustful than she wanted it. After mentally smacking herself, she looked up at him. "Um... can I get up?"
"Oh... God, I'm sorry." He let go of her, jumping back towards the pile of blankets. "I-I'm just not used to... I mean... last time. Never mind. I'm sorry. I can go back if that's better."
"No... it's not your fault. I should have called your name or something..." She couldn't help but wonder what he meant about the 'last time' this hadn't happened with her before... so something had to have happened. "I'll let you get back to your nap."
She walked back down stairs, and into the living room and just sat there for a while. Timmy didn't come out, and she didn't leave the couch. Timmy was still apologetic as he was when he was younger, but there was... something about him... he didn't seem to trust her. Which was odd, because he knew that she had always loved him.
Timmy had joined her and Vicki for dinner that night. She wasn't sure when he ate his dinner, but when she looked over at him again it was gone. Vicki had been surprised, though she didn't say anything until after he'd went back to the room. Which he wouldn't come back out of until morning.
"So... are you going to talk to him about the pet thing?" Tootie asked quietly, when she noticed Vicki going upstairs.
"Yeah, and I want to know about a few other things as well." She said, though Tootie didn't know what, but she had a pretty good idea about what she wanted to ask.
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( Vicki's PoV )
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Vicki had noticed that Timmy was jittery during dinner. He kept looking between her and Tootie most of the time, enough that she became curious about what had happened while she was at work. Something had obviously happened, that he was worried about being brought up. But what was it, she wondered.
She opened the door, and started towards the mound of fabric. She changed course, deciding on a new tactic... it felt odd not just yelling at him, as what she would have once done when she wanted to know something. Asking... and getting someone to trust you enough to talk, was still a weird tactic in her mind.
"Twe..." She sighed. "Timmy. Come out here for a moment?"
She almost wanted to laugh... she didn't know if it was from him thinking he was a pet... which she would get to the bottom of... or if it was just a coincidence, but his just his eyes and nose were visible from the mound of blankets and clothes... which would have to be cleaned. That wouldn't be a suggestion.
"Come out here... all the way." She waited until he was fully out and standing, hunched over in front of her.
"I didn't mean to..." his face started out fearful... then abruptly changed. The change was fast enough that it shook her to her core. His face became almost void of all emotion. "Unless you are here for another reason."
"Well I am here for another reason... but we'll get to that later. Lets take care of the other problem first. Timmy when I asked you here, you said something about being our pet..." Timmy interrupted her, with his lips against hers... his hands pushing her back onto the bed. Her body tensed up as his kissed her. There seemed like a lot of passion, but his eyes... right before he closed them... just looked dead. Realization finally hit her, when she felt, what she was sure, was a forced arousal and his wandering hands. It took a minute before she finally got him off her. "What the hell Timmy!"
"Did I do something wrong?" He asked, his face still emotionless, and eyes that looked dead seemed to stare directly into her soul. She didn't have feelings for the young boy... alright... she didn't have -those- feelings for him. She cared if he was alright... but... not that.
"What was that? What made you do that?"
"I'm your pet... I thought it would be obvious... I assumed you knew when you agreed." She kept watching him... waiting for a laugh... some sign this was all just a joke. She could take the joke... after all the crap she put him through... hell she deserved it. Only there was no sign... no smile, no laugh.
"Pet? No wait...What in the hell were you thinking Timmy? I mean I'm six years older than you. I'm twenty-one, and your fifteen... plus what would Tootie say? She's always been head over heels in love with you." She just watched that stoic face, it unnerved even her.
"Tootie? Well... I'm her pet too." A flicker of emotion in his eyes... nothing solid that she could grab... but it was something. More emotion than she'd ever shown before.
"What made you think that?" She asked... and something else flickered in his eyes... they turned colder.
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( Timmy's PoV )
( Two Years Ago)
VAVAV
Timmy wandered around the mall, hopeless and hungry. It had been a bout a week since he'd eaten anything that wasn't chips or candy. He'd used all the money he'd brought with him, it was amazing it had lasted a year, even if he didn't eat but one meal every other day. He ended up in the food court... maybe because he was hungry his body took him to the smell... despite him not being able to afford anything. He ended up sitting at one of the tables and just watching a group of people his age eat.
The group looked familiar... he studied them a bit longer then was able to place names to the people Tad, Chad, Trixie, Remy... and Veronica, the popular and rich kids from his school... or former school. Of course it had to be them... but then again it wasn't like they mattered to him anymore. When they left, he realized they had left most of their food. It wouldn't hurt to take it, he thought as he went over to the table. He thought he was paying attention to his surroundings until someone tapped his shoulder.
"Excuse me, Like... what are you doing?" The voice, and that valley girl accent wasn't something he'd forget easily. That voice, along with it's owner, had degraded him many times before... Now that he was dirty... penniless, and starving, he was sure she would degrade him more. Didn't matter, he couldn't get much lower than he was now. He turned to face the blonde. "Wait... Timmy?
"Yeah..." Why had she sounded excited when she said his name? Must be his imagination.
"I heard you were lost or something. It was, like, all over the news, you know." She said... then looked him up and down. Then the valley-girl accent vanished. "What in the world happened to you?"
"I... uh... well..." He wasn't shocked that the valley-girl thing was a facade... it was more he was embarrassed to say he was more of less a homeless person now. Then remembered he didn't care what she thought. He'd been thinking of returning home anyways. "I'm kind of homeless... I guess I'll be going home... or starve."
"Well you could always... you know. Come stay at my place. My parents are rarely there, so... yeah. There's a reason you ran away right? So you can come there, and be like my pet. I'll feed you, and take care of you." Pet? Well it was kind of degrading, and not really something he expected from the blonde. But if it helped him not have to go back home. Then he was all for it.
"I guess I could give it a try."
"Goodie..." she grabbed her purse, obviously the reason she had returned, and lead him out to the car that was waiting for her.
AVAVA
The first week hadn't been all that bad. He assumed that Veronica would be weird about him being a 'pet'. But she was more than kind. A little more affectionate than he was used to... from anyone. Except Tootie... then again Tootie was -very- affectionate. Maybe Veronica was lonely, considering it seemed to be only her in the house most of the time. In fact, he hadn't seen anyone else at all. Well the less people that knew where he was the better right?
That night was when everything changed. He walked up the stairs and headed towards his room to get a change of clothes like always. He walked in and noticed her right away. Veronica... wearing... well she wasn't wearing anything but his sheet, and she smiled at him, motioning with her finger to come to her.
"I...I... um, I'm not sure I should." He didn't know what else to say or do.
"But Timmy... I've been so nice to my pet." she pouted, then licked her lips "But now that you are settled. It's time you make me happy."
"I... uh..." was all he could say as she stood up, letting the sheet hit the floor. He didn't fight... couldn't fight when she pulled him to the bed. Was stunned when she slowly removed his clothes, her hands running over his body. He was pulled onto the bed... onto her... instinct took over, and he didn't remember much of anything else until waking up.
"Good Puppy." Was all that he really could remember about the night before... That was what she had said to him, before sleep really claimed him.
It had went on for about eight months, she would be in his bed waiting to be pleasured. Or would subtly hint to him during dinner, so the staff wouldn't become aware he guessed. Though with as much noise as she made, any staff that lived there, would no doubt know. Each time, he felt more and more dirty in his nice expensive clothing. He felt a little more of himself die inside. Physically, it felt great. And that was the problem... he didn't want her... so he had only two options. Continue being her 'pet', or to go home. That night after pleasuring Veronica, he took only the clothes on his back, and left for home... only to find it up for-sale.
VAVAV
( Vicki's PoV )
( Present )
VAVAV
"And a couple months later I found the bus." She didn't know which was more shocking, the story... or the fact he said it in a monotonic voice. She just looked at him... fifteen years old. He was at the age where sex was supposed to be fun, enjoyable. He seemed to hate it. Then again, if she had to do it to eat and have a roof over her head. She didn't think she'd like it all to much either.
"Oh... well. Believe me, you are not my pet... I don't need that kind of... treatment." Though she would be lying if she said that she wasn't curious what it would be like now. For a rich girl to keep him around just for that... she shook her head. Shaking the thoughts out of her mind.
"Tootie?" The flash in his eyes... the interest that was there and gone.
"I uh... I don't think that would be wise." For many reasons she was sure. But for starters... among other reasons... the fact that doing that, would do more harm to Tootie's self-esteem than anything else. "Though she might be interested in... some kind of relationship."
"She's not." He said coldly going back to the pile of blankets. "She didn't want me then, not when I left."
"She's always been crazy about you Timmy." She started.
"No she wasn't!" He raised his voice.
"How do you know did she tell you?"
"Kinda..."
AVAVA
( Timmy's PoV )
(Three Years Ago )
VAVAV
Timmy started towards school cursing to himself. His parents didn't care about him, thanks to Vicki they thought he destroyed things and lied all the time. All because of the redheaded banshee. Not that they cared much before hand. Sure there was a time in the past when he was young that they had actually cared. But he assumed they missed the life from before he was born more than they cared about him, and spent most free moments on vacation or going out. He knew that adults needed time alone... he understood that. When it started effecting him though, they should have tried to spend more time with him... however they never cared.
The redhead... it was all her fault. Maybe his parents would try to distance themselves from him if they didn't think, he was nothing more than a delinquent. She had seen to it though. Breaking things and blaming it on him. Even things that was obviously not him... but they blindly listened to her... it was a shame that they believed her more than they would him. He'd never caused trouble... never really lied to him... not majorly. However that was when gaps in his memory started appearing... or just when he started noticing it... or was it just then that he started noticing it? He couldn't recall. His parents told him he was being dramatic, that everyone forgets things.
His friends... well they weren't much help in that department. Claiming that it had to be stress from school, or Vicki always breathing down his neck. Or Tootie constantly clinging to him, kissing him, and once kidnapping him. Not long after the conversation, he began distancing himself from his friends. If they wouldn't try helping him, what was the point in hanging around them anymore.
Then there was Tootie. His forever constant. Every morning she would run up and cling to him. At first he hated it, then he began to expect and tolerate it. Then came a time that he had begun looking forward to it. At the time, he hadn't noticed he was looking forward to it each morning. But when he thought about it, he had been a bit down on the days Tootie had been absent because she was sick... so it began to make sense... maybe he was falling in love with her. But she had been ignoring him for a week now, would barely talk to him, even when he spoke to her. She didn't know it... but she had become the constant that held his life together... Today he had to tell her, he thought as he walked through the doors at school, knowing it would just be him and Tootie and a few rouge teachers before morning bell.
"Hey Tootie..." He had watched her watching him as he walked up standing next to her.
"Oh... hey Timmy." She looked and sounded bored... he hadn't even really begun to talk, and she was already bored with him. Maybe he'd waited too long, and she liked someone else... or just realized he wasn't worth it.
"Okay well... take care." He tried to smile, but gave up. No point in pretending to smile, he thought as he went to class, to await the bell.
'Without Tootie... what do I have left?' He thought to himself during class. What was the point in learning... this wouldn't do anything for me in the long run he thought.
Even during gym, he elected to sit on the bleachers instead of playing basketball. He didn't even like the sport... he had only begun to play because Tootie would cheer for him, and that made him smile... and forget about all the troubles going on... now it seemed pointless. Each day that she didn't pay attention to him, his world broke a little more, and he could see things for what they really were. He hadn't realized that she had become his buffer to the harshness of his life. That he had started needing her.
He got off the bus behind her at their bus stop, it was usually only them getting on, and off at this stop. He decided he'd try one more time to try to tell her everything he wanted... no needed to say.
"Hey Tootie..." He watched her stop and turn towards him. She looked "...do you want to come over my house this afternoon?" She looked like she was going to say yes... almost instantly things start to repair itself.
"I can't." she sounded so bored, his heart snapped, nothing buffering him from the world... not even a silver lining in this cloud. "Got homework. See you tomorrow Timmy."
AVAVA
( Vicki's PoV )
VAVAV
"And that night..." he sighed looking at her. "Well you can imagine. That was the night I left. It's strange, you know. I always took her for granite... and she ended up being... everything." Then he laughed... a cold, dark laugh. "She wanted me, and I always ran. Then I realized... what she meant to me, and she was no longer interested."
"I... I'm not sure what to say." She was actually close to tears... knowing that she was the biggest factor in the harshness in his life. She didn't know he'd been having issues with memories. Not small gaps either. She should have noticed the change in him... yes she made him miserable... but she was also the one that was there the most, she should have known him better than anyone. She went to say something when she heard a muffled sob from the hallway. She looked over to Timmy, who hadn't heard anything. He was wrapped up in his own mind at the moment. "Hey... lay down for a bit, it might make you feel better... On the bed." She added when he went to go back to the pile of blankets.
AVAVA
Vicki found Tootie in the living room. If it wasn't for the puffy red eyes, she might would have believed the act coming from her sister. After all, Tootie wasn't known for deception, so when she pretended she was innocent, the easiest thing was to accept it... because most of the time, she was innocent. Only this time she'd heard something, and Vicki wanted to make sure that, she didn't only hear part of it, and take it the wrong way.
"Tootie..." Vicki called coming around the couch... when did she become the one that solved the problems, instead of causing them? Well this problem was one she was a main factor in, so it was only right that she try to fix it as best she could. Plus she wanted to know what had changed... Why had she begun ignoring Timmy?
"Yeah?" Her voice cracked a little.
"How much did you hear?"
"I didn't..." Vicki just looked at her sister, she wasn't going to take the innocent act this time. She knew Tootie was there. Vicki raised her eyebrow. "Well, when you asked him, what he was doing... so I heard I think everything. Because you hadn't been in there too long."
"Great." So she'd heard about him being taken advantage of, and about how they both played a major part in how he was today. Why he was so thin, and malnourished. Now that she thought about it... he had actually been the one that called her the first day because he was scared. She could have been nicer... Should have been. But now it was too late... she had to fix it another way.
"Do you think he really... That Veronica really did..." she shook her head... and Vicki knew what was really the hardest part for her to swallow. It was the same thing that was hard for her to swallow... the same reason. "Was this all my fault?"
"I don't know." Vicki wanted to ask why she had been ignoring Timmy. But obviously it wasn't because she didn't care. Vicki could tell just by the way she looked that Tootie did care... had cared. "Why...?"
"I thought... I was coming on too strong." That was an understatement, but she wouldn't tell Tootie that. "So I thought... if I cut back... maybe he'd miss it and get interested in me. It worked... but I didn't know... how was I supposed to know he was going to run away? I didn't even know anything was wrong. He always seemed so normal."
"I know..." Which was true... he had seemed normal even when she babysat him. Maybe he had been looking forward to spending time with Tootie each day. That would explain the times even during the weekend, she'd seen Tootie tackling him as he walked past their house. Timmy wouldn't walk past their house, for fear Tootie would. Or the times he'd went out of his way to cross Tootie's path. It should have made sense to them both, but neither had saw it.
"The next day, I planned to give up on the plan... but I was too late Vicki... and it all my fault he's like that." Tootie finally broke down and started crying.
"It's our fault." She couldn't lie and say it wasn't Tootie's fault, but she wouldn't let her take all the blame for something that she was partly to blame for as well.
AVAVA
( Timmy's PoV )
VAVAV
He shivered at the thought of what he had been about to do with Vicki. Not that physically it would have been a bad thing. He'd looked her up and down when he made the agreement. Vicki was without a doubt a very attractive female now. But it was all the memories of her that made him shiver... and the fact that she was the wrong person for him. The person he wanted was the person that had actually broken his world. But it wasn't like she did it knowing she was destroying him. He should have spoken up sooner. Grew a backbone, and just told her. Instead he'd ran with his tail between his legs. Fitting for the pet that Veronica made him.
He laid on the bed, looking longingly at his pallet. It wasn't as soft as the bed... but he could hide in it. No one could see him in it. He didn't feel ashamed in his pallet. He sighed, and stripped off his clothing, putting on the cleaner, yet still tattered clothing that he had arrived in. He folded the clothing that had been given to him, laying them on the bed. Then went about stuffing everything back into the dufflebags. He went to the window opening it, the tossed the bags out one at a time. Once the last one was out, he crawled out the window, grabbed the edge of the roof and hung there for a moment before letting go.
He landed with a thud, and his legs hurt a bit, but otherwise unharmed. He gathered up his bags, and started around the front of the house, planning to head back to the bus... even if Vicki would look for him there first, it was the only place he could go... unless he went to play puppy for Veronica again.
"And where do you think you are going?" Vicki's voice stopped him in his tracks.
"I'm... I'm going back to the bus... or back... Just back to the bus." Timmy said as he started walking, stopping when Vicki grabbed one of his bags pulling it back towards the house.
"No your not. Your going to carry your skinny ass in the house." She growled at him... okay so it wasn't the first time that she had growled at him. But it was the first time that she had growled at him... and was being nice because of it.
"I've caused enough problems... ones that can never be fixed." For the first time, he showed real emotions in his words... she could hear the despair in his voice. He let go of the bags and turned away from Vicki. "I can't even look at Tootie anymore Vicki. Not after what Veronica... God! Every time I look at Tootie, I feel so dirty. Even if she did love me still, she wouldn't if she found out about that. And that would kill me."
"No." She didn't like how he had said the last two words... it was almost like a realization. "I have a good idea of what you are thinking and you can't do that. It would... it would destroy Tootie."
"I don't deserve to live... look at me!" he held his arms out, indicating everything. "I have no home. I have no family. I literally have nothing but dirty clothes and blankets. I live in an abandoned junk yard, that could be demolished any day! I don't want to live like this! I'd rather di..."
(Smack!)
He hadn't been paying attention when he was smacked, so when he opened his eyes, he expected to stare into angry pink eyes. Obviously Vicki had gotten tired of his rant... well he was just going to let her have it then. He was tired of being pushed around by Vicki... his parents, friends, the rich people... He was done with it.
"Wha..." he opened his mouth to yell at Vicki to find himself staring into Tootie's eyes. Her face inches from his. The single noise 'wha' was about all he could manage to get out of his mouth...
"First Timmy... don't ever day you deserve to die. Ever!" Tootie shouted at him... loud enough Vicki grabbed them both hauling them inside.
Once inside Tootie continued.
"Ever!" She continued, and punched him in the arm. "Second! Don't ever assume to know how I'd feel about something like that! How could you know if I would love you? You idiot! Stupid idiot!"
"Whoa!" Vicki jumped towards them and pulled Tootie away to keep her from continuing to hit him. "Calm down..."
"NO! He won't listen otherwise!" Tootie fought to break free. She yelled at him... then she just fought not to cry. Sobbing that it was all her fault. Timmy slowly backed away from them, only to be stopped. "No... you're not going anywhere!"
"Timmy... just sit down." He didn't even bother arguing. "Tootie, can I let you go now?"
"Yeah." When Vicki did let her go, Tootie just slumped on the floor, looking at the carpet in front of her.
"I'm going to make something warm for us to drink... behave." She directed the last statement to Tootie. Obviously she didn't want her to beat him up.
"Look Tootie... I'm sorry you know. I shouldn't have assumed anything." he put his head in his hands. It didn't matter. His world was shattered now. He'd done things... that he could never undo. Stolen things that he could never pay back. Nothing could ever fix that, he was sure of it. "And maybe I shouldn't have said some things aloud."
"No... I didn't... Timmy. I loved you then you know. I had this stupid plan, see you didn't like me back. So I thought if I ignored you, like Trixie did, you'd notice me... and you did. When you asked me to come over to your house... I was dying to go. But I had a plan. And then I decided to give up the plan... but you never came in the next day." she continued to look at the floor. "I didn't mean to break your world."
"No... it wasn't just that... it was everything. Since we are confessing... There's something I need to tell you about..." He really didn't want to continue... he didn't want to have to tell her about Veronica. But if they were going to be friends at the very least... then he'd have to.
AVAVA
( Tootie's PoV )
VAVAV
"It's okay. I heard. I didn't mean to... but I did." She waited for him to yell at her for listening in on his private conversation with Vicki... it wasn't that she wanted to... it was more like... once he started talking she couldn't stop listening.. couldn't believe he was even saying it. When she finally looked up, he was quietly sobbing into his hands. Not something she expected. "Timmy?"
Nothing Timmy said was understandable... Though she could imagine what he had to say. What he thought about himself... how he thought she might feel towards him. If the roles were reversed, wouldn't she feel the same way? Wouldn't she feel dirty? She could think what ever she wanted to... but there was no way for her to know how she'd really feel... just like she wasn't sure what she should do to help... She looked to the only other person that might be able to help. Vicki. She stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. She just shrugged... okay that was a lot of help, she thought to herself.
"I don't think badly of you... I really don't. Even after all this time... you still manage to make my heart race." Tootie took his hand, after pulling it away from his face. She noticed, but didn't say anything about the scars on his wrists, and arms. She would have noticed sooner, if he'd allowed them to get close to him.
He moved forward so fast, she was almost knocked back... she was sure, if he hadn't wrapped his arms around her back, burying his face into her stomach as he now knelt before her, she would have fallen over. The action made her and Vicki tense up for a moment, until he started to sob. Tootie looked to her sister for some kind of support, while Vicki stood there as if Timmy had grown fangs and hissed at her. Okay... so it was asking too much for Vicki to help. She was only just beginning to be nice. She wasn't actually sure what to do with this formerly stoic boy, who was now a mixture of despair, grief, and sadness. She was sure there was self loathing, and anger... but right now, he needed just one thing. To be comforted. She put her arms around him and listened to his repeated apologies, over and over, no matter how many times she forgave him.
She even explained why she hadn't tackled him when he first arrived, when he had calmed down enough to ask. It had been mainly because of how frail he looked. Almost as if it would break him to tackle him. But if he was strong enough to jump out of a second story window and be fine, next time she'd tackle him... She didn't tell him that... but it surely would be a surprise.
"I-I don't know what t-to do now." he had finally let go of her, though the front of her shirt remained a little moist from his tears.
"Maybe... say you won't try to run away again. That you'll stay with us..." The way he looked at her... made her body tingle as she leaned in towards him. It was now or never, she thought as her lips brushed up against his. He hesitated... then kissed back lightly... then she melted when he kissed back passionately. Boy was he a good kisser. Not that she had experience... but when her body felt like it was melting... that had to mean something Right?
"Wow..." Timmy muttered...
"Now lets not make too much of a habit of this you two." Vicki finally decided to speak up. "Now it's late... for us to go to bed."
AVAVA
( Timmy's PoV )
VAVAV
Timmy curled up in his pallet. The bed was softer, but this felt safer... After the day that he'd had... he needed the safety over the comfort. He couldn't believe he'd broken down like that... nor could he believe how much that kiss made him feel better. He wasn't back to his old self... actually he wasn't sure he could ever go back to being who he was. But that had felt like it was a step in the right direction.
He had just about dozed off when the bedroom door opened. And he could see the pigtails bobbing as the person slowly walked into the room. First she checked the bed, then slowly approached the pallet where he was hidden. He wondered if she was expecting him to pounce out at her the moment she got close enough. That time she had caught him off guard. This time he knew she was there, so wouldn't be startled.
"Timmy?" she whispered, shifting from one foot to the next.
"Mmpf." he groaned, not wanting her to know he was fully awake.
"I was wondering... could I sleep in here tonight maybe?" she stammered a bit... but he couldn't answer normally if he didn't want to end up in an awkward conversation.
"Mmm." He crawled out from the pile of blankets... stumbling wasn't so much acting since his body was tired. She protested a bit about him changing spots, but he didn't care. He'd just curl up under the blanket on the bed. It would feel almost the same. Then he stiffened as she got into the bed with him. He knew it wasn't going to be sexual... but it still felt awkward. He tensed up more when she snuggled real close to him.
"Good night Timmy." she said almost breathlessly...
"Mmpf." He muttered, as he relaxed a bit...
He didn't know what it was, but her being there was actually calming after he got used to it... more so than his pallet of blankets. The last thing he remembered before going to sleep was the feel of her breathing under his arms, the sound of her steady breathing... and how it felt when he pulled her closer. To him... This was starting to be a good thing after all.