For the record, I do not own Fairly OddParents.
Playing with Fire
Timmy was lazing around floating in the pool on his back. He was occasionally stealing glances at Vicki every now and then as they spent the afternoon cooling off... Their bitter war had subsided, having lost its fire about a year or two ago. Timmy was fifteen now, having lost his fairy godparents but still being allowed to remember them as a reward for all his good deeds. He was thankful, though it was a bit of a double edged sword. He had lost them because he had found a friend in Vicki, his very reason for having had Cosmo and Wanda. He and Vicki were fairly civil, they chatted here and there, he had learned more about her, what she liked, the kind of guys she dated, what she wanted to do with her life.
Through their time together, she learned about him, she learned about his dying crush on Trixie tang, he denied feelings for her sister. Ugh, Tootie and Vicki got along for the most part now but there was a new found hate for the raven haired girl. Her sister had developed a body that Vicki, up until recently, had thought only money could buy. She was jealous that her little sister who was six years younger than her was also four cups sizes bigger than her. Yep, she was walking around with a ridiculous F cup. She flaunts it, leaving boys drooling with tents in their pants wherever she goes. Yet with a body like that, she's still pining over the twerp. He could have her with three simple words and he wouldn't be a virgin anymore.
Vicki never teased him about it, tempting as it was, it seemed to be a sore nerve. It was nice having a friend, even if it was Timmy, so she wasn't going to risk ruining that over some stupid joke. Vicki shuddered as she thought of what she had stumbled upon yesterday. She knew far too much from Tootie's journal. She learned all of the sick things she would do to Timmy and have him do to her. It was so unnerving and trashy that Vicki was unable to continue past page two.
Vicki lazed on the inflatable in the pool as the sun failed to darken her pale white skin. She had hoped to tan but found she was forever going to be a pale white. She felt so ugly sometimes, she wasn't really a looker in her opinion... She would glance over at Timmy every now and then to make sure he hadn't drowned, but whenever she did she could swear that he was looking at her. She tried to catch him in the act, but whenever she looked over he was staring off into the distance. The kid wasn't really doing any sports or exercise other than swimming and bike riding with his friends. So, naturally, Vicki was a little surprised to find that he was pretty toned and well-built for his age, especially his arms. But she never saw him exercising so she was curious as to how he got arms like that.
She realized she was staring when he asked if she was alright. She blushed underneath her sunglasses and said she was going to call it a day. She rolled off the inflatable and into the cool water and swam to the edge of the pool and climbed out, but she could feel Timmy was staring at her. He said he was done too and got out and rushed past her inside. Vicki thought that was a little weird but shrugged it off.
He bolted upstairs for his room, getting water everywhere. Now he was being really weird, making a mess everywhere. She dried herself off and went to the bathroom downstairs to change. When she got out, she made her way to the kitchen to make herself a snack. As she rifled through the fridge she decided she would make dinner instead. . She wasn't sure what she wanted, so she figured she'd ask Timmy what he wanted to eat. This would have been unheard of only two years ago but they were friends now, except she got paid to watch him. Watching him these days just meant hanging out with him.
She climbed the stairs silently, not intending to be sneaky by any means, she was just naturally light on her feet. She approached Timmy's bedroom door when she heard an odd thumping coming from the other side. Then she heard him say her name, she figured the dork had just finished getting changed and was asking for her help with something so she opened the door without knocking.
"Twerp, what do you want for dinner ton-" She froze as she saw Timmy sitting on the bed with his back slightly towards her.
His hands were doing something in his lap and he stumbled trying cover himself up as Vicki was taken aback by the sight of him in just a towel. "Vicki?! W-What are you doing in my room?"
She cocked her head to the side and pointed a finger at him and waved it around the dimly lit room. In an inquisitive tone she spoke, "I'll be asking the questions around here. What's goin' on in here?"
Timmy was still flustered at having been found out, "Nothing, nothing at all."
He tried to hide something in his hands, Vicki saw the corner of it. It must have been a photo. "Were you jacking off in here? Seriously turner, just get a girlfriend."
Timmy blushed a deep crimson. "It's not like that at all!" he squawked.
Vicki was growing annoyed at his pervy behavior, "Alright, when I'm here, no jacking off. It's weird, now hand over the photo."
Timmy looked like he was a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming semi. All he could do was shake his head and in a panicked voice shouted," NO!"
Vicki was taken surprised by his insubordination Whatever the picture was of, he really didn't want her to know. They hadn't fought in over a year but his crap was really getting on her nerves. Maybe it was another of those stupid photos of Tootie.
She had gotten desperate when Timmy failed to notice her new fun bags, so she snuck nudes of herself topless into Timmy's things. His textbooks, on his computer, in his wallet, on his phone, and even going as far as to flash him during P.E. class. Though that one had scarred him if anything from the way he had described it to Vicki. He didn't even get a choice in the first girl he had ever seen naked. Tootie had called his name and when he looked her way, she pulled her shorts down and lifted her shirt giving Timmy a full picture of what lied beneath. Vicki was even more pissed now. Had he just lied about not getting turned on by her slutty tactics so he wouldn't look like a pervert for enjoying it? Vicki had given her one hell of an earful when he had told her.
The thought of Timmy beating off to Tootie's big breasts after all that annoyed her even more. "Dammit Timmy, it's one of Tootie's stupid nudes isn't it!? Hand it over, I'm not letting you get off on pictures of her. You got that? So hand it over, now!"
Vicki was making her way closer to the bed, as Timmy scooted back and tried to keep the photo out of her grasp. He struggled to keep his a grip on his towel on so she couldn't see anything. She climbed onto his bed in an angry attempt to snatch the photo from his out stretched hand. All the while he pleaded for her to stop, she was on top of him now and it was only inches from her grasp. She jabbed him lightly in the armpit and his arm retracted like a spring. He let go of the towel and wrapped his free arm around her as she tried to wriggle the photo from his hand. She yanked it from him and looked at it but was stunned with confusion at who the photo was of. She looked from the photo and back to him, confused at what she was seeing still. His cheeks were a bright pink and he looked like he wanted to die right then and there.
"This is a photo of me…" the realizations started to click together. Her heart started beating faster and faster. It was just a picture of her face in a head shot in her signature ponytail, not a picture of her sister spread eagle smiling at the camera. No, it was just her.. "you were beating off… to… a picture of… me?" she looked at him as he was staring away from her at the headboard, a blush of fire on his face. He looked so embarrassed. Then she felt it, his towel had come loose in the struggle. She felt his erection starting just below her hip bone and reaching just past her belly button as it jabbed into her stomach. He was ridiculously big…and hard. She clambered off of him awkwardly and he made no motion to stop her. She walked out of the bedroom with photo in hand and shut the door behind her.
She slumped to the floor as she leaned against the door. What the hell? He's supposed to be into girls his own age, like Trixie, Veronica, or… hell, I still don't want him with Tootie but that would make a lot more sense than a twenty-one-yearl-old. Why was he doing that with me in mind? A blush spread across her cheeks. He was doing this to a picture of me, not fat chest Tootie or miss legs for days Tang. OR even for… hmmm Veronica doesn't really have any discerning features as far as I can tell. Not the point. Did this mean he liked her? Or just her body? Vicki looked herself over, thin, pale, redhead, barely even b cups, and scrawny chicken legs… So it obviously wasn't her body he was getting off on, then what was it? Turner's more of a catch than he realizes, he's kind, considerate, funny, patient, understanding, not bad on the eyes, and he had a budding confidence that should have most girls swooning over him. It's just no one takes the time to get to know him. So why is he wasting his time on me?
She huffed in frustration and walked downstairs and into the kitchen. We were just becoming good friends too, and then he had to go and do this. She decided a simple mac and cheese with mashed potatoes would do. Usually he would help with dinner, but he stayed up in his room, Vicki was glad he wasn't around at the moment. She finished cooking, rather than climb the stairs again and speak with him more than she had to, she pulled out her phone and texted him that the food was ready.
She wondered if she should stop babysitting him now. Things were going to be very awkward from here on out. She didn't even feel anything for the twerp, at least she didn't think so. Sure, he's sweet and kind but he's kind of a goodie goodie. I can't have him being a good influence on me. Vicki paused and looked around, she had made dinner, cleaned up the excess water on the stairs, she didn't beat the crap out of him for masturbating to a picture of her, she hung out with him on a daily basis, and hadn't gotten into a real fist fight in years since they started trying to become friends. Crap, he is a good influence on me..
On top of all that, he was like six years younger than her. Sure he was a great guy but she was his babysitter. Just thinking about it, it sounded illegal. She was growing more upset as it seemed like that was the only good reason she had not to be okay with the idea of being with the twerp. Then the thoughts dawned on her. She had finally made a friend, the turners were her best paying clients, Timmy was the only one with a pool, she had gotten used to being around this house, and now all that was going to have to stop.
Timmy hadn't responded and hadn't come down which only pissed off Vicki more than she already was. He had ruined everything and now he wasn't even going to try and spend their last hours together as friends. No, he was going to end it on an awkward note. She was at least trying to keep her cool but this was the last straw. She called out to him angrily and when she got not reply, she went back upstairs. Screw the awkward feeling, now she was angry. She was about to barge into his room when she found it was locked.
She knocked on the door once, "Dammit, Timmy. This is probably going to have to be the last time I watch you. Let's at least try not to make it too awkward, okay?"
She heard footsteps rushing to the door and he opened it fully dressed, much to Vicki's appreciation. He was in his blue jeans and pink shirt and his signature pink hat, classic Timmy Turner. He looked so nervous, he spoke in a jumble of words, "But… but this can't be. I'll never do it again. Please don't go. I swear I'll never do it again. I don't want it to end like this."
Vicki just sighed, "Timmy, it's just weird. I mean why are you even doing this to a picture of me? Shouldn't you be doing that with other girls in mind? Wait did you say.. never again? How often do you do this exactly?"
Timmy's face went pale at her question. Before he could even speak, she cut him off, "Don't lie." It wasn't meant to come out as a demand but Timmy realized it was more of a hopeful request.
Timmy shifted awkwardly under her gaze. "D-d-daily, twice daily.."
Vicki blushed. When does he find the time to do that? "Wow, are you serious?! Is that common for guys your age?"
Timmy shrugs as he is put under the spotlight. "Uh, wouldn't you know about that since you've dated more than I have?"
Vicki tilted her head to the side, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Timmy looked like he had just stepped on a land mine. He looked nervously at the floor, their feet having become far more interesting than her face, "You've dated a few guys. Besides, I don't really go around asking other guys how they do it."
Vicki laughs, "What makes you think I would know? Just because I've dated a few guys?"
Timmy nods meekly. "Y-yeah. Well you're more experienced than me."
Vicki's smile fell, time to be honest. "Timmy, listen, I'm really not. Trust me. The thing I really wanted to know is why are you doing 'that' to pictures of me?"
Timmy kicked his foot nervously at a sock on the ground, "Because…..I like you…"
Vicki felt like she was sucker punched in the chest. "W-what? Why do you like me?"
Timmy sighed. He was about to spill his heart out, "Because you're... amazing, Vicki. In every sense of the word, from you're fiery red hair to your porcelain skin, I'm lost in your beauty. Your pink eyes, those beautiful eyes, they pierce into my very being. I can't get you out of my head. I can't sleep, I can't eat. I think about that smirk you get and I just get lost in it. I used to think you were some mean girl but I knew there had to be more to the girl than just unbridled anger. I've worked past that hard shell of yours to find the real Vicki underneath. And... She. Is. Beautiful. You're so strong, intelligent, funny, and caring. You might not show it, but you are a very caring person, Vicki. The more I learn about you, the more entranced I become with you. I'm not even getting how I feel about you across, at least in the way I want them to. These words on how I feel about you don't do you justice."
"You really mean that?" Vicki said with a smile. It was unbelievably cheesy, especially from a boy barely in high school, but her stomach was fluttering with butterflies. She was getting caught up in all the romance.
"Of course, I mean, yeah, you were mean and cruel to me before, but that is in the past. I've gotten to know the girl that lives under the flames. I know you don't feel the same way. That was made pretty obvious by how you left earlier. You don't have to worry about me trying to make a move on you or anything..."
Vicki had come to her senses when she was reminded of how they came to be in this predicament. "Well, what were you expecting me to do? Be so flattered by your nasty deed that I decided to thank you by sucking you off? Dream on, this isn't one of your cheap pornos."
Timmy blushed deeply, and turned sideways from her as he attempted to hide his growing erection.
Vicki rolled her eyes, "Now you're just picturing me doing that, aren't you? God, you are such a perv."
Timmy was flustered but still offended, "What'd you expect? You can't just say things like that, then you're just asking for that to happen. You just don't realize.." he trailed off.
Vicki cocked her head with a curious expression, "I don't realize what?"
Timmy sighed, having grown annoyed at her teasing. There was no way she was that oblivious. "You just don't realize how beautiful you are, inside and out. You have no idea how much of an effect you have on me."
"Timmy, you don't mean that."
Timmy was about to protest when Vicki put a finger to his lips, "Just listen, please? You're still just a kid. You only like me because I'm the only constant female figure you have in your vicinity on a daily basis that isn't your mother. I know how mean that sounds but it's true. If anything, I'm just a phase you're going through. You'll be over me in no time, then you'll find a nice girl to settle down with and you'll blow her away with how great of a guy you are. Trust me, you don't want to settle down with me. I'm six years older than you, as it stands right now, I'm and adult and you're still a minor. If we did start a relationship and your parents found out, the whole town would be out for blood because you aren't the only kid I watch, they would think the worst possible scenario. So who knows how many accusations of sexual child abuse would come out of the woodwork? I would be branded a sex offender and be sent off to do jail time. Then on top of that, I'd have to probably move across the country once I did get out if the other inmates don't beat me to death. Sexual predators don't usually get very far in prison. You'd probably get bored of me anyway, so I'd be shooting myself in the foot by allowing us to become anything more than friends. You could change your mind and blab to your parents. There is so much that could go wrong. Timmy, you do realize that if, we were to wait, and then see how it goes, and from there if we did grow old together, I would die before you because of our age gap. Would you really want to go through all that?"
Vicki watched as tears welled in his eyes, he blinked them away as he composed himself before he shook his head. Vicki was relieved but somewhere, at the back of her heart she felt a twinge of pain. He was a great guy, but it just wouldn't work out. She just had to keep telling herself that.
He shook his head, "I may be young, and I might not know a whole lot about how the world works, but there is a few things I do know. I would never, never get 'bored' with you. Every day I spend with you, I find myself having more and more great memories. It doesn't matter what we do, it never has. I still have a great time either way. I would grow old with you because it's my own choice, and I would give anything to have that chance. You make me happy, legitimately happy, Vicki. You aren't some phase, because if you were, you would be a phase for over three years now… I don't want to be with anyone else, I want to be with you. If things didn't work out, I wouldn't throw you under the bus, I respect you too much. I don't think you give me enough credit, what kind of guy would I be if I was willing to rat you out like that? Do you really think I would do something like that?"
Vicki wasn't really expecting his speech. He was making this so difficult. She shrugged before sighing, "Timmy I know you wouldn't do that on purpose. It was just a possibility. I would be in constant fear of us being found out. By your parents, your friends, or even Tootie. There are just too many variables. It's not something light you're asking me here. I'd be putting my future on the line for what, a year or two of fun? I… I value our friendship too much to put that on the line. I'm sorry, Timmy."
Timmy realized he was losing the discussion, he looked deep into her eyes. "I-
So…yeah, do you guys want me to continue this? It started off as just a ramble I had, next thing I know, I have a little over 3k words going. I mean if I do continue, it could get … what's the term I'm thinking of.. Lemony? What's a lime, for that matter? I've seen that term too. My beta reader has no knowledge of this story so I'm flying blind here when it comes to proper grammar and punctuation. I'm taking tips for how I display my writing. When I write, it usually is just one solid brick, then afterwards I cut it into chunks. On Shurlanin's advice, I started cutting them into bite size pieces that don't choke you're eye holes. Let me know what you think.