Everything seemed normal as the seventeen year old brunette rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Outside the birds were happily chirping, announcing that it was a beautiful Sunday morning in which to be alive. Nothing was out of place in his room despite the events of the previous evening which he assumed was the work of his magical godparents. Well, probably just his godmother who'd made it a habit to pop in on him every morning while the family was in Fairyworld for a seemingly never ending visit to Mama Cosma's. There was no doubt in his mind that there would be quite a bit of explaining once the two had a chance to talk.

What would the teen be explaining? The short answer was why he had his on-again-off-again friend in his bed while they were both nude.

Years ago when he was only eight he'd been tricked into calling a babysitter. She turned out to be a sweet, slightly nerdy girl named Tootie. His parents had taken full advantage of the newfound adult time ever since. They hadn't objected when their new babysitter asked if she could bring her younger sister over because her parents were always working and there was no one else to watch the little red head. The hope was that the eight year olds would become friends, as they grew Tootie was just grateful when a half hour went by in which the two weren't at each others' throats. Vicky was a bossy little girl that regularly manipulated her sister into giving her whatever she wanted and bullied the children her own age, and Timmy was the only one who dared to stand up to her. It made for a very volatile relationship.

Growing up with the red head had its ups and downs. Making friends was difficult when the meanest kid at school was always at your house because your parents insisted on calling the babysitter to look after you all night. He'd managed to make a few friends though, a simple minded blonde, a young genius, and a pair of socially awkward outcasts who didn't even fit in with anyone. Problem was that Vicky loved picking on them at school along with her idiot, but intimidating, sidekick Francis. However as they got older the pair of bullies went their separate ways due to differences in bullying tactics. Francis preferred pure violence and intimidation while his leader loved head games, a healthy dose of fear, manipulation, and just enough violence to back up her bark. In short he was a junkyard dog that you knew to stay away from while she was the psycho cat that went from loving, to murderous looks, to scratching, and you never knew which side of her you'd see or what would set her off. On the plus side no one else messed with the little group out of fear of angering the red head.

On the rare occasions the brunette and redhead got along it was usually when Tootie was busy gushing over her boyfriend during a skype date or left them alone 'just for a few minutes' to go meet him. Pranks had become their way of settling any kind of argument and varying the degree of the prank to go along with how mad they were at the other. They even joined forces to prank their babysitter, each others' parents, friends, and once they'd duck taped the doors on Vicky's cheating ex's car shut and taped the car to a pole in the school parking lot. That one had taken a couple weeks of careful planning and a wish that they wouldn't get caught. Movies, concerts, going to the mall, all the things Tootie forced them to do as a group slowly became things the pair did willingly as they got older. His friends hadn't understood why Timmy kept hanging out with her after Tootie stopped having to babysit him until the first time they all went to a concert together.

Chester had called a station to win concert tickets for his favorite country singer but called during the wrong time and won tickets for a band he'd never heard of. A.J., Elmer, and Sanjay had no idea who the band was either. When the blonde asked his best friend as they all walked home the evil redhead had suddenly appeared, having followed them, and announced they were all going. She was a huge fan of the band playing and, though he hadn't admitted to anything more than liking their music at the time, so was Timmy. Being friends with Vicky meant hours of listening to music he normally wouldn't and finding that he liked it as much as she did, sometimes more. To spare his friends the brunette tried to talk her out of it. None of their parents, not even his, would drive them two hours away for a concert and even if one of them could drive and had a car, they wouldn't be allowed to go because the concert was during the week. Not that his words did much to deter her, instead she just smirked and he knew it was over. That smirk meant nothing but trouble. As it turned out she'd taken her driver's test over the weekend and had managed to get her parents to give her Tootie's old car. For the next two weeks he watched his friends beg and plead with her to change her mind or to go without them, but that wasn't going to happen. Since they knew the plan, they could snitch on her so it was either come along or have some secrets exposed at school.

And that was how they'd all ended up crammed into Tootie's old clunker of a car. It was a tiny two door stick shift car that had no AC or radio, the front seat was stuck in the last position it'd been set in, and the passenger seat slide forward and backward if you accelerated or braked too fast. The three back seats were only big enough for two people but somehow his friends had been crammed back there. Being smaller, A.J. and Sanjay had to crouch down on the floor which was terrible for the boy genius who was behind the passenger seat. Timmy was in the passenger seat trying to keep the seat's sliding to a minimum. The two hour car ride was nothing but complaining, Vicky yelling, and eventually her and Chester screaming at each other. By the time they arrived, Vicky swore she was going to make him ride in the trunk; she'd take a piece of the backseat out so he could breath but he'd still be in the trunk. Considering how uncomfortable the ride there had been, A.J. and Sanjay were hoping she'd actually lock the blonde in the trunk so they'd have more room.

A quick bite to eat and some walking around drastically improved everyone's mood. Chester was getting excited about the concert, A.J. wasn't having a panic attack about missing his last class, Sanjay and Elmer weren't worried about getting caught anymore, and Vicky was walking a head of the group singing her favorite song by the band they would soon be listening to.

Suddenly she spun around to look at her friend, "I know you know this song Turner. Come on start singing!"

"How about no."

"Why not Timmy, I'm sure you can sing like an angel." The blonde teased.

Why? Because the song was a one of the few duets the band ever did, and Vicky always made him sing the female part. That was why she wanted him to sing now, it was time for the girl's part and the lyrics were embarrassing. They were the girl describing, in detail, how badly she wanted the guy in a sexual way. Having to sing it in front of her was bad enough, but his friends too? No way in hell.

"You know you love this part."

"No you enjoy making me sing this part."

"Your point?"

"What's the next part of the song about?" A.J. asked innocently.

Chester burst into laughter while everyone else just stared at the genius. Had he been paying attention to the earlier verse he'd have an idea of what was to come.

"Dude seriously? Haven't you been listening?"

Thoroughly embarrassed that he didn't know what was going on, A.J. suggested they head over to where the concert was being held.

Walking back the way they came, Vicky pushed the brunette to make him start walking and as soon as he turned around she jumped onto his back. Instead of falling on his face like his friends thought, Timmy put his arms under her knees and walked off. None of his friends could believe how casually the pair acted about it, as though the redhead girl was always getting piggy back rides from their friend who was just as comfortable with it. What really threw them all off was the laughter coming from the pair as they walked. It was weird to say the least. The friendship between them was weird. One week they'd be ready to kill each other, the next they'd be sitting in the Turner house playing video games all day, and sometimes there were weeks when the two just took a break from being friends, no fights, no anger, they just stopped talking. The cycle just kept repeating in different increments. Fights might last a day, a couple weeks, or months and the same went for times when they were friends.

Smiling to himself, the blonde followed his best friend and yelled for the others to hurry up. Generally thought to be the dumbest of the group, Chester was the only person who thought his best friend and the redhead might one day be more than friends. He believed it was the only way to stop the endless cycle of being friends and hating each other. Fights were just his way of testing the friendship, to see what his friend would do, how the friendship handled the tension, and if it ever changed Vicky's mood after being asked to at least try to be tolerable. She got mad, kind of pouted when Timmy got really pissed off, but usually tried a teensy bit harder to get along with the little gang. Maybe having her around wouldn't be as hell-like as they all feared.

After that his friends put up with the redhead a lot better. They saw that the two got along pretty well and that the bossy teen wasn't so bad, sometimes. Soon they were hanging out as a group at everyone's house (and trailer), playing video games, watching movies, studying, and being dragged to more concerts, this time in the old Turner car Timmy had been given. Speaking of which, yes, Vicky really had locked Chester in the trunk of the car for the ride home. Now it was a year and a half later and things were very different.

So, back to why Timmy was sharing his bed with Vicky. That was a bit difficult to explain since he wasn't really sure how it'd happened. His parents were on a weekend long trip so she'd come over, partially to escape her sister gushing over her upcoming wedding and partially because she missed her friend. About two weeks ago they started arguing which had ended with them screaming at each other over something that was really, really stupid. At least it seemed stupid now that she was facing losing him for good. Next time she saw that bitch Trixie at school there would be hell to pay. Trixie had been why they were mad at each other, again. Actually she was why Vicky had picked started arguing with her friend. It was no secret the preppy, rich girl had become a slut who enjoyed using people. Her latest target was Timmy Turner, the boy whose very existence she ignored until three weeks ago.

Over the years he'd gotten a reputation for being the brains behind some of Vicky's more complex pranks as far as making sure they weren't caught and wouldn't get in too much trouble if they were caught. Of the dozens of pranks they'd pulled on school grounds, they'd been caught once and, thanks to his quick thinking, got off with only a day of detention. So the little bitch had decided to charm her way into his good graces, not that it was too hard charming a teenage boy with a body like her's, to get him to steal files off a teacher's computer and change a couple of grades in the school's system. It was a disaster in the making, a disaster the redhead was determined to stop from happening.

Convincing her friend that nothing was worth being expelled and getting in trouble with the police was harder than she thought. Not that any of this was why he wasn't speaking to her. The fight had started off as yelling that this was the dumbest idea in the history of humanity, that the bimbo wasn't worth the risk, that it was none of her business what he did, and somehow became about how she didn't think he could pull it off. Actually she was confident he could get the files and hack the system, it was the not getting caught part that worried her.

Some friend you are. If you want me to risk expulsion its fine but the second I do it for someone else its wrong? I'm the reason we've only been caught once so stop acting like you're the only reason we've been able to get away with so much shit. Believe it or not I'm capable of doing this without your help.

She'd stood at the front door for twenty minutes before knocking. Of course he hadn't let her in. Several minutes of knocking later had led to her asking him to just talk to her. When that didn't work she did the one thing she hated having to do more than anything, she begged him to let her in so they could talk. Finally he'd let her inside but he was still pretty pissed. Everything she said only made things worse and she was running out of ideas on how to salvage their friendship when he told her to just leave.

So that was how this messed up friendship ended, with her fumbling for words to apologize and him kicking her out of the house she'd practically been raised in. Something inside her snapped at. Breathing became difficult, tears blurred her vision, and it felt like her heart had disappeared. There was no way things could just end like this, right?

Crying was a sign of weakness and Vicky never showed any signs of weakness. But the tears started flowing and it didn't take long for her to start sobbing. And it scarred the brunette. This wasn't an act, she simply didn't cry, ever. His compassionate side quickly replaced his anger. She thought this was the end of this weird thing between them; truthfully he had too and was ready to give up on trying to be friends. Dammit, why did she have to start crying?

Vicky was prepared to be yelled at, to be told to leave, and even forced out the door. What she wasn't prepared for was to have a pair of arms wrap around her. She hugged him and apologized over and over again through more sobs. Timmy tightened his hold on his friend. Nothing else came to mind to try and calm her, after all dealing with any girl crying is hard enough but when that girl is Vicky, well its hundred times worse. All he knew to do was exactly what they'd been doing for years. One would be there for support while the other sorted everything out on their own. Words had never been useful in their relationship; actions expressed what they were trying to say so much better.

Neither of them knew how long they stood like that. Her sobs stopped after a while and were replaced by sniffling. Had he not still been hugging her tightly she would have pulled away and left. The last thing she wanted was to look at him after all of that. This boy knew her better than anyone but that wouldn't stop him from thinking it had all been fake would it? However she could feel him staring, wanting her to look at him. When she did her eyes were bloodshot and a few last tears made their way down her cheeks. Timmy wiped the tears away.

"Crying doesn't suit you, ya know?"

"Sorry."

"It's – "

"Not for that…I'm sorry for what I said a couple weeks ago, I just – "

"You just don't want to see me get hurt? Or with someone else?"

A blush crept across her cheeks at the last part. That had to be a tease, it had to be. Make-ups were always like this for them, the fight ended as quickly as it started and they were right back to being friends. They'd tease each other for a day or two before returning to their normal routine. However there was an unspoken agreement not to tease each other about certain things, his parents constantly running off, her home life, fears, and until that moment, the possibility of their friendship becoming something more. Normally they both laughed at the idea when a friend or relative said they'd make a better couple than friends but never discussed it in private. So why was he teasing her about it now?

Timmy was equally surprised by what he said. Sure Chester constantly poked fun at him for not manning up and giving it a shot. Lately he'd been calling the pair out on the obvious attraction they had for each other and for being too stubborn to admit it.

Or as the blonde had put it, "I'm an idiot and even I can see that you two are meant for each other. Seriously, who else is going to put up with you guys besides each other?"

For Timmy the simple answer was that a friendship was easier to fix than a romantic relationship. Besides why mess with something that works fine? Well, as fine as anything can be when you have two stubborn teens trying to convince the other that they were right. It was always a battle of wills between them. Vicky knew how to manipulate him and he knew how to talk her out of things. In the end it usually came down to who was more determined to have their way. Who would want that in a romantic partner?

Pushing away from him, Vicky crossed her arms and looked away. "Why would I care who you decide to date?"

"Well you do have a habit of scaring any girl that shows any interest –"

"I do not!"

"You do actually."

"Okay then, why would I do that?"

"Because you're not very good at sharing."

"Why should I share what's mine?"

Both of their eyes widened as she put a hand over her mouth. That wasn't what she meant to say! Sure she actually felt that way but she didn't want to share that with him. Yes she'd scared off a couple girls but they were clingy brats who wouldn't have wanted them to continue being friends. There was no way some chick was going to tell her she couldn't be friends with the brunette anymore.

" 'Mine'? "

Now that things had gotten incredibly awkward and their friendship was patched up, Vicky decided to make a quick exit. Not that she got very far. Just as she got the front door open Timmy forced it closed again.

Spinning around to face him, she saw that he was annoyed, and that made her mad, after all she hadn't done anything. "What the hell Turner?"

"We need to talk."

"No, you need to back up so I can go home."

"Vicky –"

"I said back off!"

"Dammit Vicky we're gonna have to talk about this at some point!"

"Talk about what?" This wasn't good, their tempers were flaring up again, so much for patching things up, "there's nothing to talk about?"

"You know that's a lie. A few minutes ago you were sobbing in my arms, then you say I'm your's, and now you're just going to run off?"

"Yeah I am."

Glaring at her Timmy couldn't stop the next words from spilling out of his mouth. "You know, I never thought I'd see the day when you ran off with your tail between your legs like a little bitch."

She slapped him, hard. Then her hands were in his hair and her lips were on his. It was fiery and intense, just like everything else between them. He didn't remember how they got from the front door up to his room, he just knew they'd both lost their shirts when they got there and he had some scratch marks.

So that was what had led to the scene Wanda had walked in on. He vaguely remembered breaking the fish bowl last night and a lamp being thrown across the room for reasons he didn't remember. Now the lamp and bowl were intact on his night stand and two, neatly folded sets of clothes were sitting on his dresser. Embarrassment at having his godmother finding him asleep in bed with a girl never came, instead he just felt content. The redhead was curled up beside him holding the arm he'd wrapped around her. It made him smile knowing they'd finally figured out there were some romantic feelings for one another. They'd even agreed to give it a shot before falling asleep.

He quietly chuckled as he realized everything he'd tried to tell himself should make him not want to date Vicky was what attracted him to her. All her flaws, her temper, her stubbornness, it all made him love her. Life would be certainly be interesting from now on.