Fairly Odd Parents and Jimmy Neutron copyright Viacom

Chapter 1: Being Pursued by the One You Love

Posted: 15 Feb 2005

Timmy Turner watched from his table Trixie Tang's every little movement as she chewed her lunch. It was then that he noticed that she was looking at him with a frown. More so than usual.

"Darn it. Does she like me or not," he asked rhetorically.

"The female heart is a treacherous landfill," Chester answered anyway. "I wouldn't go near it if I was you."

"Not me," A.J. said dreamily. "I have already found the girl for me."

"Oh, not Timantha again." Chester rolled his eyes. "She's never ever shown you the slightest interest, and now she's gone and isn't going to come back. Right, Timmy?"

Timmy, knowing exactly who Timantha was, drank his milk through a straw, so he wouldn't have to reply. So he didn't.

"Are you even listening to us, Timmy?"

"Guys," Timmy said suddenly. "I'm done with women."

"Good for you," Chester said.

"Oh, no you're not," a high pitched, squeally voice said. "You're still going have to marry me someday, Timmy Turner."

"What do you want, Tootie," Chester said.

"Yeah, can't you see that we're busy," asked A.J.

"At leas you can be assured that I'm not going to date another girl," Timmy said.

"Oh, I wasn't afraid of that," Tootie said simply. "I was just corncerned that you would take you even longer to acknowledge your love for me."

"What love for you?"

"Your love."

"Say, A.J.," Chester said. "Let's leave these lovebirds alone."

"Yes, Chester, we mustn't stand in the way of true love," A.J. said as he was making a truly true sacrifice. They snickered as they stood up. "See you around, Timmy." He turned to Tootie. "He's all yours."

"Guys, wait," Timmy cried after them. "I don't want to be left alone with her."

They didn't wait.

They left.

"Why can't you just leave me alone, Tootie?" Timmy said.

"What do you mean, Timmy Turner," Tootie demanded. "Why don't you like me?"

"Why do you like me so much?" Timmy retorted.

Tootie hesitated before answering. She sat down on the bench beside Timmy and knotted up her skirt with her hands. "You're the first person I ever saw to stand up to my evil sister."

"So?" he said, even though he was starting to see where this was going.

"It gave me hope." Tears were starting to well up in her eyes. "Now I don't have to be so afraid of Vicky anymore."

"Great," he sighed. "Timmy Turner, inspirer of girls, the world over."

He heard a girl clear her throat next to him. He looked up and saw who made the cough. "Trixie Tang?"

She hesitated before replying. "Tommy, there's something that I feel that I need, and unfortunately, I've got the feeling that you're the only one who can give it me."

"A pledge to get married," Timmy piped in, forgetting the unfortunate incident when he had wished that he and her would be the last on Earth, "so that we can be together forever and forever and forever and forever and for-"

Trixie cut him off by placing a couple fingers. "No, that isn't it. I think it's more like a secret."

"That's not me," Timmy said a little too much fast. "I don't have any secrets. Nope, not a one." Hopefully Trixie didn't notice.

"I wasn't operating under the assumption that you knew what it was," Trixie said stiffly.

"I thought I was your one true love, Timmy Turner." Tootie looked as if she was about to scold him.

"Now when did I say anything like that?" he said.

"Don't let me get in the way of your love life, Timmy," Trixie said. "But I do need to ask you a few questions."

The few questions ended being an interrogation. "Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked staring straight into the eyes of Tootie, who was staring straight back.

"Yes, he does," Tootie snapped back. Then she glomped onto Timmy.

"Unfortunately," he tried to wiggle out of her hug, "I don't," he said referring to the fact that Trixie wasn't his girlfriend.

"Uh-huh," Trixie replied non-committedaly.

Timmy swallowed. She probably thought that Tootie was his girlfriend. Not good. It wasn't even true. Tootie was the second creepiest girl in Dimmsdale, next to her sister, Vicky. Icky with a V, as they say. Tootie wasn't his girlfriend. "She really isn't."

"Then why is she holdig onto like she is about to lose you."

"Because with any luck," Timmy strained against Tootie's grip, "she is."

"That doesn't look like it's happening any time soon."

"What's it to you, Trixie?"

"I can make her go away," Trixie replied with a sly grin.

"Yeah right, Trixie," Tootie said, her grasp on Timmy not slacking even the slightest. "You hate Timmy."

"I don't hate him. It's just his tirelessly courting me rather, well, tiresome."

"He's got the right idea." Tootie squeezed Timmy even tighter. "The more you cling to somebody the more they cling to you."

"It doesn't seem to be working," Timmy groaned after he had even attempting escape was impossible. "So what do you suggest, Trixie?"

"Date me."

Tootie released Timmy in her shock, and the whole lunchroom gasped. Did they hear that right? Trixie Tang actually asking Timmy Turner to be her boyfriend? Her face crimsoned as she heard the murmurs around the lunchroom.

"You would do that? For me?" Timmy asked earnestly.

Trixie took a deep breath. "No."

"Then why are you doing this?" He had taken the first opportunity for freedom and fled. Fortunately, Tootie didn't take the moment to latch back onto him. But then again, she hardly ever did. But she was probably as shocked by Trixie's pronouncement as everyone else.

"It kills two birds with one stone, Timmy Turner," she announced with her eyes closed shut. "First," she raised one finger, "dating would allow me time to pry The Secret from you, and two," she held up another finger, "it would be much simpler without another girl constantly pestering you."

"I'm not pestering him." She turned to Timmy. "Isn't that right, Timmy?"

He chose to ignore her. "If you're sure that will work…" He fiddled with his fork. "And that sounded like one bird to me."

"Of course it will work," Trixie sounded doubtful. "Why wouldn't it work?"

"Because I like him and you don't." She took hold of Timmy's sleeve. "Come on, Timmy, you don't have to stick here around here. Lunch is almost over, you know."

"I know," Timmy nodded. "But Trixie's talking to me, and I don't want it to stop."

"What does she got that I don't."

"She's pretty and she isn't creepy," Timmy said a bit naively.

"Men," Tootie said in a puff. Then she left.

"Uh oh." Timmy didn't know what he had done, but he knew that he was going to somehow pay of it.

Trixie smiled, obviously pleased. "I told you I could rid of her."

"No, you didn't."

"Oh, didn't I?" She did not elaborate.

Timmy sighed. "Twenty questions time, I guess."

Trixie leaned in closer. "Have you seen your mother naked?"

"What?"

"It would be a big, embarrassing secret, wouldn't it?"

"Actually, no. What I meant was, who hasn't seen my mother naked?"

"That can't be true," Trixie gasped.

Timmy smiled knowingly.

-OOO-

"Is it true, Timmy," Timmy's pink book asked.

"No, of course not."

"Then why did you say that it was," the green one asked.

"Oh, but I didn't."

"Then why did you-"

"I only implied that I did." He shivered from the memory of seeing his mother naked. In photos of her in the photo album that his parents kept showing people.

"Ha," Trixie exclaimed. "I knew you were exgrating."