0. It's the End of the World as We Knot It (And I Feel Fine)
"Ugh, this stinks!"
This was not an odd exclamation for Timmy Turner to make. It was, in fact, one he made on an almost daily basis. What brought it on would vary: A sadistic babysitter (thankfully less common at 15), a fairy obsessed former teacher (Still frustratingly common), a poorly phrased or impromptu wish (equally common), or as the case was right now, neglectful and slightly ignorant parents.
"They're going on vacation! Without me!"
"But you have the house to yourself!" Cosmo piped up in his all-too-cheerful voice.
Timmy grumbled. He'd been noticing, more and more as the years went by, that his parents really didn't pay a ton of attention to him. And it bothered him, somehow.
"You know they didn't take you because you've got school, right?" Wanda added.
"Still! They could've waited until I was on break!"
"Isn't it their anniversary?" Cosmo asked Wanda in a stage whisper.
"No," his wife replied dryly. "Because it isn't ours."
"Ohhhhhh, yeaaaaaaah..." Cosmo drawled, floating off to contain his son, Poof, who was trying his best to transmogrify their fishbowl into something well out of proportion to Timmy's nightstand.
"They needed a 'second honeymoon'," Timmy remarked with a snort. "Just another excuse to get away from me."
"Now, sport, you know that isn't true," Wanda chided gently. Timmy was in one of those moods. The kind that tended to end in wishes born of a mouth running without mental filter, and since earplugs and leaving the room were right the heck out (damned Da Rules)...
"Seems true enough. Wish I'd been born a girl or lived in some weird urban fantasy world. Bet they'd pay attention to me then!" A beat, then Timmy's hand met his face as his brain caught up with his mouth. "Sorry, guys."
"Poof."
"Here we go again."
"See you on the other side, sport."
The three fairies raised their wands, and Timmy closed his eyes. Light, brilliant white, was visible behind his eyelids before it all faded to black...
