A/N: Little two-shot I wrote, takes place a few days after 'A Day of Thanks'.
Timmy awoke with a start and looked around. His room felt absolutely frigid and his bed contained him and only him.
It was... Monday, he was sure of that; Thanksgiving had been last week. He and Vicky had spent the long weekend together at his house, rather than at the mansion or Vicky's house.
And... he had school today, so Vicky decided to head home and sleep in her own bed for a change, much as Timmy didn't want her to... In fact, waking up freezing made him realize that he really wished she had stayed.
Timmy got out of bed and stretched, hearing his bones pop and crackle as he did, then walked over to his window and gasped. There were three inches of snow above the bottom of his window. Not necessarily too strange... Unless one considered that that much snow would mean that there was really around three-ish feet of snow outside.
Except Timmy's room was on the second floor of his house, so it was more like thirteen feet of snow... plus three inches. "Um... Cosmo? Wanda?"
His fairy godparents poofed into existence and greeted him in unison. "Morning Timmy!"
"Good morning... um... Why is there snow outside?"
"Don't you learn about precipitation in school, Timmy?" Wanda responded rather smart-assedly.
"We live in southern California, why would we get thirteen feet of snow in a single night?!"
"Oh... that. Well, it seems a certain pink hat-wearing twelve year old wished it would snow last night."
Timmy thought back to the night before. He had in fact made an off-hand comment about how he liked the snow... he must've wished for some to fall. Keyword here being 'some'.
"I didn't wish for thirteen feet of snow!"
"Ah, but you didn't not wish for thirteen feet either! You know how magic works, unless you're very specific, things like... well, that-" Wanda pointed out the window to the wintery apocalypse. "Tend to happen."
"Right..." Timmy sighed in defeat. "So I assume there'll be no school today, right?"
"Seems unlikely."
"Fantastic." Timmy grabbed his blanket off the bed and wrapped it around himself like a cloak before leaving his room and shambling to the living room. He arrived to find that the living room, being below the surface of the snow, was even colder. To the point where there was a fine layer of frost covering the floor. Ignoring this and his feet(which were now rapidly developing frostbite), Timmy walked over to the thermostat and turned it up to sixty-nine(then laughed at his own childish humor), then eighty so he could thaw out his house.
After he heard the heat begin to click on, Timmy made his way into the kitchen and grabbed the various things needed for a breakfast consisting of a bowl of cereal. In an odd twist, the milk was cold but unfrozen, while his cereal had frozen to a solid block of sugar, marshmallows, and wheat bits. "Yaaaay..."
After microwaving his cereal so it could be eaten, Timmy returned upstairs and took a shower, got dressed, and returned to his room. "Okay, I wish I had a tunneler."
Wanda raised her wand and caused a reptilian humanoid... thing with glowing eyes to appear.
"Wrong kind of tunneler. I meant a snow-worthy vehicle with a drill that can get me through the snow."
"See? This is why you need to be specific with your wishing!" Wanda happily exclaimed as she replaced the odd creature with the vehicle Timmy had specified. It appeared to be little more than a small vehicle with treads and a large drill on the front.
"Good point. I wish you and Cosmo were gender-swapped again."
Wanda facepalmed and waved her wand, turning her into a slightly overweight, balding fairy man and changing Cosmo into a neurotic, beauty obsessed lady fairy.
"Have fun being Cosma and Wando... again." Timmy left his room and knocked on his parents door, being answered by his sleepy-sounding mother.
"What's wrong Timmy?"
"Nothing, just wanted to let you guys know that school was canceled on account of this freak blizzard. I'm gonna go see what my friends are doing, see you later."
"Alright, bye sweetie... have- have fun storming the castle..."
"'Kay, love you both, bye!"
"Love you too..." his parents always were more caring around the holidays...
Timmy returned to his room and got into his tunneler-vehicle, then drove it out of his room and down the stairs. He got out and opened his front door to be met with a wall of snow. "Why, Mother Nature! I wasn't expecting you so soon! Hm? A gift? Snow? For me?! Oh... you shouldn't have..." Timmy got back into the tunneler and started the drill. "You really shouldn't have..." He drove forward and quickly realized that this snow was not hard-packed but of the more 'powdery' variety. Though if he hadn't used the drill, he likely would've been entombed in collapsing snow.
Timmy got out of the vehicle and shut the front door to his house, then got back into the driller/tunneler/whatever-the-Hell-it-was and continued driving forward along what he assumed to be his house's outer walkway.
Obstruction ahead.
"What now? Who said that?"
Drill AI reporting. Obstruction has been detected three meters in front of the vehicle.
"Oh. You can talk... Um... can we punch through it?"
Scanning... The drill should be sufficient in breaking through-
The drill collided with what sounded like glass and crashed through it.
Obstruction clear. Recommend exterior exploration. Be careful.
"'Kay." Timmy exited the driller to find himself in a tunnel made of ice that was about seven feet tall and five feet wide. "Wonder what made this?"
The tunnel was cold, though not bone-chillingly so. It stretched up and down the street, the occasional opening branching off to someone's house. The floor of the tunnel was made of asphalt, likely the street that was covered by the snow. It looked slightly scorched. "Hello?" Timmy's voice echoed and reverberated up and down the tunnel. He took note of the fact that the ice tunnel's walls were actually melted and refrozen ice, like they had been formed by some powerful heat source.
"Yo?" a voice that sounded very much like AJ's came down the tunnel. "Timmy? That you?"
"AJ? Where is yous?"
AJ came out from around the corner of one of the tunnels that branched off from the main tunnel, Theresa in tow behind him. "Hey dude! I was wondering if we'd ever find your house!"
Theresa looked past Timmy at the driller haphazardly sticking out of the wall. "Looks like he got himself out. Where on Earth did you get that thing?"
Timmy looked at the driller behind him. "Uh... the internet?"
"Oh... okay. So what brings you out into this lovely winter wonderland?"
"You like all this snow?"
"That was sarcasm."
"Ah. Well, I wanted to see what you guys were up to... What are you guys up to?"
"I built-" AJ was interrupted by a smack to the back of the head by Theresa. "Er... Theresa helped me build this!" AJ took a device out of his backpack that looked like a miniature satellite dish attached to the grip of a gun. "This is what I used to melt my way through the snow and make this tunnel. Pretty neat, huh?"
"I think you should stick to letting Neutron handle the crazy inventions..."
"W-well... it was Theresa's idea..."
"Oh, so now I get the credit?" Theresa glared at AJ dangerously.
"Uh... well Timmy, it was great seeing you, but I need to... go find Chester, yeah..."
"Oh? Well I'll come with you. Got nothing better to do anyway."
"Perfect..." AJ shook his head and began walking down the ice tunnel.
Timmy watched him for several seconds before turning to Theresa. "So how's that going?"
"What?"
"You and AJ."
"Huh? There is no 'me and AJ', guy's a robot, doesn't know the first thing about romance or flirting."
"Huh. I thought you two were really gonna hit it off, seeing as how both of you have supercomputers for brains..."
"I'll take that as a compliment. But I'm not a robot like him; I still have feelings... I like romance and poetry... He's just... well, a robot." Theresa shrugged. "Would you be dating Vicky if she was a robot?"
"Probably not, but that's because she wouldn't have been such an evil babysitter. I wouldn't be attracted to her."
"Wait. You're attracted to Vicky because she's evil?"
"Well... that's not entirely it... but there is something I find endearing about her evil side... in a weird way."
"You're weird alright. Anyway, I'm okay with being AJ's friend, but I don't think it'll go any farther than that."
"Fair enough, it isn't my business anyway. Have you seen Tootie? Or Vicky?"
"Nope. Far as I know, they're still in their house and I really don't blame 'em, this weather sucks."
"I second that opinion. You still wanna come with me and AJ to Chester's house?"
"Not like I've got anything more exciting to do..." Timmy and Theresa followed after AJ as he continued down the tunnel, occasionally blasting the ice to widen the tunnel or clear away any imperfections.
Vicky's house...
Vicky awoke and shivered. Much like Timmy's house, Vicky's was frigid too. "What the Hell... Tootie?"
No response.
"Tootie! Turn on the heat!"
Still no response.
"Son of a..." Vicky got out of bed and wrapped her blanket around herself. "You want something done at all..." Vicky stepped off her bed and the frost on her bedroom floor retreated in fear as her feet touched it. Yes, even the ice and snow feared Vicky.
Vicky left her room and walked over to Tootie's door, then banged on it several times. "Hey! You have school today!" she opened the door without waiting for a response and found that Tootie was still snuggled up under the blankets... along with Trixie. "Ugh... you two..."
"Go away... it's too cold for school..." Tootie whined.
"Whatever." Vicky shut the door and made her way downstairs, then turned on the heat. "Mom? Dad?"
"Um... in- in here, Vicky!" her mother called from the kitchen.
Vicky went in to find her mother cooking breakfast. "What's up?"
"Nothing much... just trying to keep busy... and warm."
"You could've turned on the heat."
"I- I didn't want to upset you, in case it got too hot in here..."
Right, her mother was still uneasy around her... "Well... I mean, it's freezing in here, I wouldn't have minded..."
"Oh, sorry... I- I wasn't thinking."
Vicky couldn't tell if her mother's voice was shaky because she was around her daughter, or if she was just cold. "Y'know mom..." Vicky stepped closer to her mother to help her cook. "I'm really trying to make up for the things I did."
Nicky looked at her daughter and her expression softened slightly. "I know. It's just... some habits are hard to break. I don't want us to go back to being hostile toward each other."
"Mom, the only one who was ever hostile around here was me."
"I..."
"I know it's the truth. And I know that we're not suddenly going to go back to being a normal family in just a few days, but I do want us to get there eventually."
"I know, Vicky... I do too."
Both stood in silence for several seconds before Vicky spoke up again. "You need any help?"
"I've got it mostly covered... if you want to make the pancakes while I finish the eggs and bacon, that'd be great."
"Pancakes? ...Pancakes. Right.." despite the fact that Timmy was teaching Vicky how to cook, he had yet to instruct her in making pancakes.
"You- um... you can follow the directions on the box."
"Uh-huh."
"Y-you do know how to make pancakes, right?"
Vicky scoffed at her mother. "Mom, really? C'mon, of course I can, I-... No... I've never made them before..."
"Oh. Um... well, it's- it's easy! I'll show you." almost like magic, Nicky seemed to forget her fear of her daughter as she showed her how to mix the pancake batter. "Then you pour it into the pan after you've greased it... or buttered it... or whatever you put in it to make it not stick; and cook it until the batter thickens into... well, a pancake."
"Reminds me of Timmy."
"What's that? Tootie's friend?"
"Er... yeah. He's been... helping me learn to cook."
"Oh? You two must be pretty close?"
"Closer than I think you'd like..." "Well I have been babysitting him for a few years now..."
"Perhaps, but I... well, I just figured that most of the kids you babysat would be afraid of you... no offense."
"Timmy isn't most kids. He's smart, caring, funny, looks out for his friends... Hell, he looks out for just about anyone, even those who don't deserve it." Vicky looked at her mother, who was now giving her a strange look. "Um... that came out a little weird..."
Vicky's mother set the pancakes and eggs on the table, along with the bacon. "Sounds like what's between you two goes a bit deeper than friendship." Nicky smiled at her daughter.
"..."
"Or am I mistaken? Vicky?"
Vicky sighed and sat down at the table. "Okay... Mom? I'm taking a big risk if I tell you what I'm about to tell you. So I need to know if I can trust you."
Vicky's mother sat down at the table now. "I... think I see where this is going... But Vicky, you're still my daughter, no matter what. If you can't trust your own parents, who can you trust?"
"Now you see things from Timmy's perspective... Anyway... Timmy and I are... together."
Nicky opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted as Vicky continued.
"Yes. Like that. Have been since February vacation when his parents invited me to stay with them up at the Dimmsdale ski resort."
"So... I assume something happened up there between you two?" Nicky was currently struggling to process the information that her daughter had just given her. Vicky had just admitted to being in a long-standing relationship with a boy who was... What? Five or six years her junior?
"Something happened alright... We fought, a lot. I mean, even before the trip, we fought almost constantly. Then... I don't know what happened. I guess I won..."
"You won?"
"He gave up. I was so mean to him, so rude, so manipulative with his parents... he gave up, guess he didn't see any reason to fight me anymore. It was like... like the light of hope in him was snuffed out... by me! Back then, I liked the idea of him finally giving up. I had won, he had lost."
"But...?"
"But... while we were at the ski resort, some of that fire of his came back and he yelled at me. And being me, I yelled back even louder. Loud enough to bring the mountain tumbling down at us while we were snowboarding."
"Oh! The avalanche up there! You caused that?"
"Uh-huh. I've got some powerful lungs. But back to the story; we were racing down the mountain, but he was lighter and faster than me, he pulled ahead... I thought I was done for... I could hear the snow bearing down on me..."
"But you're still here." Nicky spoke with a hint of relief in her voice.
"Not by my own actions... He slowed down, came back for me. As unbelievable as it sounds, he came back for me and saved us both by throwing us into a cave. We were stuck in there for... I don't know, it must've been most of the day and half the night... Then we started fighting again, I yelled at him, he yelled even louder at me... And a chunk of the ceiling fell in, along with a bunch of snow. We built a small mound to stand on and pulled ourselves out."
"So... how did you end up... together?"
"That... was mostly my fault. I didn't know if he had some feelings for me or not back then and I didn't care. He pulled me up out of the hole and I ended up on top of him and... y'know how they talk about doing things in the heat of the moment? Well it was the heat of the moment. I was tired, exhausted even, but glad that I was alive and that he saved me when he could've just left me to die. I kissed him."
"Oh..." Vicky's mother blushed at hearing this.
"You should've seen the look on his face! You go look up the definition of dumbstruck and you'll find his face at that moment..."
"Anything... else happen?"
"He um-" Vicky began blushing. "He... told me he loved me..."
"Oh... Oh wow..."
"You can say that again. I practically freaked when he told me. I think he meant it as a joke at first... but then I didn't talk to him for two weeks. I mean, I was seventeen! What could I possibly know about love? What could an eleven year old know about love? But... I can't say I wasn't happy. I don't think I've ever been happier... well, except for when I found out Tootie was being born." Vicky smiled warmly at her mother. "So that's it. Ever since we started going out, I've been trying to be better; Timmy's the reason that I wanted to make up with you and Dad."
"So you love him then?"
"I do. I most definitely do."
"Well... alright then. It's certainly an odd relationship, but I'm sure Timmy would've gone to the police by now if he didn't feel the same way. I know I don't need to tell you this, but... just be careful. I seriously doubt everyone else will see things the way I do. Are you two se- Um... you know what? Probably better I don't ask; things are already awkward enough between us."
"I know to be careful mom; Timmy does too. We'll tell people when he's old enough. And... thank you for understanding."
"That's why I'm your mother. It's my job to understand and be there for you... Well! I think we ought to get around to eating this food before it gets cold! Can you go wake up Tootie and your father?"
"Sure." Vicky stood up and began to leave the kitchen, but stopped and turned back to her mother. "Um... do you know Trixie's here?"
"She is? Hm... Tootie must've let her in last night."
"Shouldn't they be in school?"
"Have you looked outside? The house is half-buried in the snow! Didn't you wonder why it was so cold?"
"Oh... what are we doing after we eat?"
"I know what I'm doing: Hibernating."
"I'll probably do the same... I wanted to head over to Timmy's after he got out of school, but I don't think I'm going to now..."
"Ah well... you can always go see him once the snow melts..."
Meanwhile...
"AJ, are we lost?"
"Pfft. No way, I know these tunnels like the back of my hand."
"These tunnels that you just created two hours ago?"
"Yes! If I made them, I should think that I know my way around them!"
"Guys? How do we know if Chester is even alive?" Theresa finally decided to join in on the conversation. "Doesn't he live in a trailer? A vehicle not exactly known for having great insulation?"
"I'm sure he's fine. Chester survived mummification, he can handle the cold."
"Actually, Chester didn't survive mummification... technically."
"I didn't need that comment." Timmy leered at AJ angrily. "Does your big brain provide GPS too? Because I've got things to do and we've been wandering around for a while now..."
"We should be near Chester's house, let me just melt this wall..." AJ took out his strange invention and pointed it at the wall, then pulled the trigger. An odd, red colored energy ring came out and immediately melted through the ice wall and revealed Chester's trailer.
"Well would ya look at that! There it is!" Timmy stepped through the know melted opening and knocked on Chester's door. "Yo, Chester? You alive in there?"
After several seconds, Chester opened the door. He was wrapped up in what looked to be several blankets.
"Hey. Cold enough for you?"
"Nah, my dad has a pretty good electric heater, we're fine!"
"Good! We were kinda worried about you two. So anyway, wanna come hang out with us?"
"Nope!" Chester shut the door in Timmy's face.
"Huh."
"Where to next?" AJ asked.
"Oh no. It's too frickin' cold in this ice cave. I'm going home and if you two have any brains, you'll do the same." Theresa left Timmy and AJ in front of Chester's door and made her way down the ice tunnel.
"Guess it's just you and me, huh Timmy?"
"Actually, it's just you." Timmy walked back toward his house.
"What?! Where are you going?"
"Me? I'm gonna go see my girlfriend, maybe cuddle with her..."
"Agh... I've got a great idea! I'm gonna go invent brain bleach so that I can wipe away the memories of what I keep imagining whenever I think about you and that... whatever she is doing things together."
"Not my fault your mind is perpetually in the gutter." Timmy shrugged as he got back into his tunneler. "I'm heading topside, see you tomorrow... maybe." he started the vehicle back up and positioned the drill at a forty-five degree angle before tunneling through an ice wall and ascending.
AJ shook his head and began to head back toward his house.
Timmy broke the surface of the snow and parked the tunneler. "Well tunneler AI, this is where we part for now. I don't think you'll be able to step lightly on the snow like me."
It's been an honor serving with you.
"Uh... thanks, same to you..." Timmy got out and looked around at the snowscape surrounding him. As far as one could see, there was snow. Most of the houses near where he lived only had their second floors and roofs visible. "Well this is creepy."
As he walked, Timmy noticed that everything looked pretty much the same; nothing but snow and buried rooftops. The occasional gust of wind blew the snow into the air, which only further confounded him in his attempts to find Vicky's house.
After searching for what felt like hours and having to climb out of the snow from falling in a few times, Timmy finally found what he assumed(and hoped) was Vicky's house and crouched down to knock at the window.
In the house...
Tap
"Vicky... go away..." Tootie pulled the blanket over her head
Tap
"C'mon... I'm not going to school today..."
"Wha? What are you talking about?" Trixie asked sleepily.
"Vicky keeps tapping on my window to-"
Knock
"Grr... Can't I sleep in just once?! I-" Tootie sat up and thought to herself. "Why would Vicky be tapping on my window?" she turned to the window to see that the snow was just past the bottom of it. "Whoa! Trixie! Look outside!" Tootie opened the window...
And was immediately hit in the face with a snowball.
"Ah crap. Sorry!" Timmy rushed over and knelt down next to Tootie's window. "I was trying to get you to let me in... I thought this was Vicky's window..."
Tootie wiped the snow off her face and threw the remainder at Timmy. "It's not. What's up with the weather?"
"Got me. AJ is constructing some sort of ice tunnel underneath the snow and Chester doesn't want to come outside... So... wanna come outside?"
Tootie looked at herself, still wearing her pajamas. "A tempting offer, but I'm gonna have to go with no."
"...Mind if I come in then?"
"Depends on whether or not you're gonna throw more snowballs at me."
Timmy sighed as he pulled several balls of snow out of his pockets, then the hood of his coat. "There, I'm out of ammo."
"Hm... alright. Come on in." Tootie backed away from the window and Timmy climbed in and onto her bed.
"Hey Trixie."
"Hey Timmy..." Trixie mumbled tiredly, then her eyes suddenly shot open. "Ah! What- what are you doing here?! In bed? With us?!"
"Not what I'm sure you're thinking." Timmy hopped out of Tootie's bed and hung his coat up on the coat rack. "Good thing they canceled school, huh?"
"Yeah-" Tootie stretched, but immediately returned to hiding under the covers. "I'd hate to have to walk to even the bus stop in this, never mind all the way to school."
"So... you and Trixie..."
"What? I'm having a sleepover! Nothing wrong with that!" Tootie hid her blush behind her blanket. "Trixie showed up before it started snowing, would you have me send her home in this?"
"No. I'm just... surprised, I guess. I never figured you'd have so much in common with Vicky and I."
"The difference between my and Trixie's relationship and yours and Vicky's is that Trixie and I aren't fooling around, we're just sleeping."
"Whatever, I-" Timmy grabbed the doorknob, but was thrown back as the door was kicked open by none other than-
"Rise and shine lovebirds! I-" Vicky looked at her boyfriend sprawled out on the carpet of Tootie's room. "Timmy?"
"Ow... Hey Vicky..."
"You alright?"
Timmy sat up and rubbed his nose. "Oh yeah, I'm good. I've been hit harder than that."
"Doubtful." Tootie added in.
"You didn't have to fight Chester on Halloween. Trust me, I'm used to getting knocked around. In fact-" Timmy was interrupted by Vicky as she swept him off the ground and into a hug. "Uh... hey. It's nice to see you too..."
"Ugh... all this sweetness is giving me cavities, can you two-" The interruptions continued as Vicky fished a stray snowball out of Timmy's hood and beaned Tootie with it, knocking her backward into her bed.
"What was that, sis?" Vicky laughed at her sister's stunned state.
Tootie sat back up. "Dear sister, you forget yourself! I have an entire winter wonderland's worth of snowballs behind me!" Tootie reached behind her and grabbed two huge handfuls of snow and formed them into one large snowball, then threw it at Vicky and Timmy.
Vicky, being the older and wiser sister, leapt backward through the open doorway, pulling the door closed as she did and taking Timmy with her.
THUMP
"Ya missed!" Vicky laughed mockingly at her sister. "C'mon Twerp, my mom made us breakfast and since Tootie isn't coming, that means more for us!"
"Works for me!" Timmy followed after Vicky as she made her way back downstairs.
"Oh!" Vicky stopped in front of the door to the kitchen. "My dad's not up yet, but my mom is."
"Okay...?"
"I told her. About us."
"Okay."
"You're not worried?"
"You're not worried. No reason for me to be. I can only assume that she's okay with us... Still, let's keep the affections to a minimum. Don't want to make her uncomfortable at breakfast."
"You don't..."
"And you shouldn't either."
"Fine..." Vicky whined. "I don't get to have no fun when you're around..."
"Sure you do. What about the spiders last week? That was fun!"
"Fine. I get to have some fun when you're around. Come on." Vicky walked Timmy into the kitchen. "Hey Mom, look who I found!"
"Hi Mrs… Uh... Vicky's mom."
"Oh! Timmy! I wasn't expecting you to come over, Vicky said she had planned to go over to your house after school, but... then the weather happened."
"Tell me about it. Had to dig my way out of my house and then over to here. Had a few close calls, to be honest."
"You're okay now though, right?"
"Yeah, growing up with Vicky has made me tough."
Nicky laughed this off, not wanting to delve into what double meaning it may hold. "Hope you brought your appetite with you, I made a lot... Vicky, where's your sister?"
"Sleeping in, I guess her and Trixie are just gonna miss out."
"Oh, that's too bad. I'll keep the leftovers for them... assuming you two are going to leave leftovers?"
"I wouldn't count on it."
The three dug into their breakfast, exchanging bits of conversation every now and then about school, work, and the like. Eventually, Vicky's father got up and joined them at the table. "Oh! Our gracious host from Thanksgiving! What brings you here Timmy?"
"Just thought I'd pop in and see how you guys were doing. Seems that most everyone is either hibernating or... nope, that's pretty much it. My parents didn't even feel like getting up today."
"Well, you're always welcome over here!"
The now foursome resumed eating until they were full and enough was saved(amazingly) for Tootie and Trixie for whenever they decided to get up. "Want me to help clean up?" Timmy asked Vicky's mother.
"Oh, that's alright! My lazy husband is finally up, he'll help out in here, thank you for offering."
"Okay... you're sure?"
"Mm-hm! You two go have fun!"
"Uh... alright then, bye-" Timmy was yanked out of the kitchen by Vicky. "What's the hurry?"
"If my mom offers to clean up, just take it! You think I want to clean up after eating?"
"Well... no, I suppose not. So what do you want to do?"
Vicky scratched her chin in thought, then gestured up at her room with her eyes and winked.
"Yeah, maybe something besides that."
"Well then Buzz Killington, what do you suggest?"
"You... wanna build a snowman-"
"No."
"Igloo-"
"No."
"Uh... snowball fight-"
"No."
"...We could just stay in and hibernate like everyone else... I guess..."
"Hm... that'll work." Timmy walked with Vicky back to her room and took off his boots, then sat down in front of her TV and turned it on, along with one of her game systems. "What are you doing?" Vicky asked from the bed; she was now wrapped in blankets once again, leaving a small hole so she could peek out.
"What? I didn't say I wanted to sleep. All we ever do is sleep together or sleep with each other." Timmy blushed. "A-anyway, I've got too much energy to sleep right now."
"I know of a good way to burn off some of that excess energy..."
"Your sex drive is ridiculous."
"Or maybe yours is just inferior?"
"I know what you're trying to do, it isn't going to work. Can't we just play video games and not... y'know... all the time?"
"Nice Vicky isn't here right now, would you like to leave a message?"
Timmy looked back at Vicky and briefly saw her eyes flash from pink to red and back to pink. "That is creepy. Do you know you're doing that?"
"Nice trick, huh? But I'm only kidding, there's just one Vicky in here." Vicky got off her bed, dragging her various blankets with her, and sat down next to Timmy. "If you won't come to me-" Vicky shut her bedroom door. "Then I guess-" Vicki walked over and sat down next to Timmy. "I'll have to come to you." as she finished, Vicky glanced at Timmy and threw herself and the mass of blankets at him, plunging them both into darkness.
"This feel familiar to you? You playing the blanket monster while I'm your hapless victim?"
"Huh. I am getting a sense of Deja Vu for some reason... Weird." Vicky leaned down and brought her lips into contact with Timmy's.
"Vicky?" The redhead's mother opened the door. "Are... you in here?"
"Crap." Vicky threw the covers off herself with her left arm, still leaving herself mostly covered. "Yeah Mom?"
Nicky looked back and forth between her daughter and the boy pinned beneath her.
"Hi Mrs... Vicky's mom. Uh... this is..." Timmy looked at Vicky. "Probably what it looks like."
"I'll- I'll come back later." Nicky blushed darkly. "Just- um... wanted to tell you that the weatherman said it'll be around sixty degrees tomorrow. There could be some serious flooding from the snowmelt. Ah... you two have... bye!" Vicky's mother locked the door and shut it as she left.
"Maybe you should lock it next time." Timmy deadpanned at Vicky.
"Whoops." Vicky shrugged. "Now, where were we?"