Warm regards to all readers.
This is my second attempt at a FanFiction, this time involving the FairlyOddParents. (Please note, I tend to flit from work to work on whatever idea comes to mind. So, if you would like me to write on a particular show/novel/movie let me know, however please know I not an anime fan in any sense {Sorry in advance to any anime fans}).
This piece will be significantly longer than my first.
On another note, I have created several changes such as Tootie's last name (Tabron) and Timmy's parent's names (Tina and Todd). The rest was created by Nickolodeon.
Unlike my first FanFiction, this piece is in progress, so if you enjoy it, please let me know and I will try to crank out new chapters as quickly as possible.
All feedback (including criticism) is encouraged, and as always, enjoy!
Be Careful What You Wish For: (A FairlyOddParents Fan Fiction)
Chapter 1: The Haves and Have-Nots
Tootie Tabron began the day in the same way she always had. Getting ready and hustling out the door as soon as possible to be away from the girl who made her life terrible. God, how she loathed her. It wasn't only little kids who lives were routinely made hell because of Vicky, but her sister's as well. Every morning she woke and did her morning necessities as quickly as possible, all while under the vigilant scrutiny of a vile redhead who spat venom at everyone and everything.
No matter the task: showering, getting dressed, making the both of them breakfast, it was always move faster, get to it, get out. Mr. and Mrs. Tabron, terrified to even share the same room with Vicky woke early every morning and left for work, not even bothering to return until she and Vicky were asleep and they could revel in the peace that fell over the house, if only for a short time.
On this particular day, Tootie had cleaned up early, gotten dressed, fixed her make-up, and was already making breakfast when Vicky came traipsing down the stairs, and with a sigh of boredom slammed down into a kitchen chair, the sound reverberating throughout the narrow kitchen space.
"So, what's for breakfast bitch?" she stated, not even bothering to glance in her general direction.
"Great to know she's in such a loving mood this morning", Tootie thought to herself, but kept her appearance passive.
"Eggs and bacon" she replied, "You know, just the usual." She crossed the kitchen and set down the plates of food. Pondering for a moment, she walked to the refrigerator, and scanning briefly the contents, returned to the table with a bottle of orange juice and a glass of milk.
She finished her food quickly and sat back, waiting for Vicky to finish so she could clean the dishes before catching the bus to school. Vicky too finished, and sat back, seeming to notice Tootie for the first time that morning. Doing this she paused, and raised an eyebrow at Tootie.
Noting the look Tootie asked, "What?" quizzically and Vicky finished a bite of bacon before replying,
"Just wondering why you look like you took a face dive into a cake?"
Tootie had spent a lot of time on her make-up this morning. She wanted more than anything to impress the one person who gave her hope in life, Timmy Turner. God, he was dreamy. Over the course of the years he had grown into quite the chiseled stud. He was a starter on the football, wrestling, and track team and was always at the parties down the street.
Unfortunately, as he grew in size and popularity, so did his arrogance, and he rarely gave Tootie a second glance anymore. Tootie had grown too, in a different sense however. She had filled out, both in the chest and hips, and was sure her evil sister was secretly jealous of her looks. Whereas Timmy had become the jock however, Tootie had taken a different path, finding her love in theatre, photography, and journalism, dedicating nearly all her free time to her schools fine art departments. Boys seemed to throw themselves at her, but she always refused hoping that Timmy would come around and learn to like her.
Before Tootie could answer however, Vicky started up again. "Oh, don't even bother with an excuse, we both know it's for that little twerp across the street." She let this settle in the air for a moment.
"So what if it is?" Tootie retorted, standing up and placing her hands on her hips, "That's my damn business and not yours."
Vicky too stood, a look of rage filling her eyes. Seeing the anger in her eyes, Tootie shrunk back, expecting the usual slap or punch that generally followed the times that she was brave enough to stand up against her sister.
But Vicky just smiled and crossed to the door. Throwing on her coat she swung the door open and paused. "Because, he doesn't give a shit about you anyways" she shot back, "and it's my job to make your life miserable, not him." With this she spun on her heels and walked out, slamming the door behind her.
Tootie turned and stood over the sink, blinking back hot tears and trying not to let it ruin the make-up she had worked so hard to get right. What Vicky had said hit her hard, and she sighed deeply. As much as she refused to admit it, she knew deep in her heart Vicky was right. Timmy didn't care, and he never would. He was always after better girls, prettier girls, smarter girls, girls Tootie just couldn't compete with.
She sighed, dropping the dishes in the sink and scrubbing them with with a weathered sponge. Bacon grease and egg residue mingled with salty tears as she broke down and sobbed freely. She sat down and shook with heaves, as the sadness rolled over her. It was just then the school bus decided to pull up, honking the horn several times. "Shit" she thought, throwing on her jacket and backpack. "All that work this morning and I had to go and ruin it." She brushed herself up as best she could, before throwing open the door and heading out into the chilly morning.
That particular morning the Turner household was no less abuzz with activity than the Tabrons. Tina flew about the house throwing on a designer suit and preparing to meet with a client, which she was already late for. Todd had the day off but was scuttling around the house trying to his best to set up an appointment with a plumber for their kitchen sink, which had been in a bad state of despair for the last week or so.
Timmy too was frantically sprinting about the room, searching for binders and books which had become scattered about the room. He had been granted a day off of practice for once, and he had decided to invite over Chester and AJ seeing as they hadn't been able to spend much time together. They did the usual rituals, bullshitting over cars, new video game releases and school work, until finally the talk turned to their particularly favorite subject, girls.
"So Timmy" said Chester, eyeing him deviously, "Got yourself a nice little piece to work with don't you now?" Timmy flushed scarlet, but had to grin in admittance at Chester's claim. AJ too smiled.
"Took you long enough, you know that?"
Timmy nodded his head in agreement. Of course, he knew who they were referring too. Trixie Tang. After years and years of never paying him a moment's notice, she had finally come to like him. He assumed it was due to the assholes who walked all over her, while Timmy actually treated her with decency and respect, as he thought befit a lady of her nature. He also couldn't complain about the fact she had let him sleep with her on the second date. Many times he had dreamed about her tight, hot body, and his dream finally came to fruition. Even now the thought made him hard, but he brushed it off remembering the hurry he was in.
At that moment, Cosmo and Wanda popped into the room with a flash and whirl of smoke as they always did when going to from place to another.
"Timmy, what you got on the plate today?" Cosmo asked in his usual idiotic manner.
"Oh hush, Cosmo" Wanda shot back, "You know he has school and then practice." "Oh" Cosmo replied, "Right. I had forgot."
Timmy shook his head and rolled his eyes. No matter how long he spent with Cosmo, and loved him dearly, sometimes his blinding stupidity had to make even Timmy chuckle.
"Oh here sport, let us help you with that" Wanda finally announced. With a flick of her wand she had tidied up the room, and organized Timmy's backpack. "Thanks Wanda, don't know what I would do without you two keeping me straight."
"Yeah, yeah" she replied jovially, "All part of the job kiddo, don't sweat it."
With this they both popped into Timmy's gym bag, with Cosmo appearing in his usual bright green form, this time as a football. Wanda too appeared in her pink form, but as a mouthguard. "Hey" Cosmo objected, "Why does Wanda get to be the mouthguard?" "Because" she replied dryly, "Something intelligent has to be in Timmy's mouth once in a while.
"Hey, cut it out you two" Timmy shot back, laughing at Wanda's sarcasm. He made his way down the stairs, shaking a bottle of his favorite morning protein shake mix.
Before he walked out he grabbed a banana. "Bye guys" he called, "I'll see you this evening." Todd poked his head out from around the kitchen door. "Have a good day son" he called. Tina came flying out from her room, and hurried over to him.
"Have everything you need for school?" she questioned. He nodded in response and was met by a kiss on the forhead. "Aw, Ma" he mumbled under his breath. Even at this age, she still had the tendency to treat him like a kid.
Content that he indeed was ready, she hurried back to the bedroom to finish her make up.
Timmy opened the door, and stepped out into the chilly autumn morning to wait for the bus.
Even despite the thick coat she was wearing Tootie shivered against the cold. Wrapping the jacket even tighter, she took a breath, and waited for the bus doors to open. When they finally did, she hesitated for a moment lingering in the doorway.
The bus driver, having none of it growled at her, "Damn it kid, get a move on. You're letting all the heat out."
"Yeah, yeah" she shot back, stepping onto the bus and scanning for an empty seat. She started making her ways down the seats, when she spotted Veronica waving at her from the back of the bus. She waved back and started that way, eager to take her seat and try and get warm.
Just as she started to move however, the bus made a sudden lurch and she fell, face first. Throwing her arms out she latched onto the nearest object she could find to steady herself. Thankfully, the seat to her right was only filled by one person, but as she glanced to the left, she noticed her hand in a rather unfortunate position, and she snatched up her hand in astonishment. Glancing up, she locked eyes with Timmy Turner, his deep blue eyes cutting into her like a knife.
"You okay?" He asked, helping to pick her up off the floor. "Uh – uh, I, uh" she stammered, unable to focus on anything except the fact that he was touching her, and she flushed a violent shade of crimson.
Just as she did so however, she was rocked back into the seat behind her by a push. Eyes flaring wide, she looked out to discover the perpetrator. Trixie Tang. "Great" she thought woefully. "As if dealing with Vicky in the morning wasn't enough."
"How dare you lay a hand on my man!" she screeched, anger flaring in her eyes. Tootie leaped to feet however, not content to go down without a fight.
"Oh don't be such a bitch" she shot back. "I fell, that's all. Why the fuck would I want to touch Turner anyway?" Having said this, she met Timmy's gaze for a brief second, and was surprised to see a measure of pain in his eyes, as if what she said had hurt him. "Why would he give a damn though?" she wondered to herself. "He's got perfect little Trixie Tang to keep him company."
She started to brush herself off, when she felt herself being hauled up by the collar by a very angry bus driver.
"Jesus kid, I've already had to deal with you once today, and I don't intend to have to do it anymore. Now get to the back of the bus and SIT DOWN" he roared.
Turning back to Trixie and Timmy he took a shot at them as well, "As for you two, I don't have much of a problem with you, but if I have to stop this bus again, there will be one. Is that in any way not understood?"
Trixie and Timmy both shook their heads and plopped down into their seats. Trixie glared furiously back at Tootie, but Timmy sat head bowed, still looking rather morose.
Trixie made her way to the back of the bus, and flopped down next to her best friend Veronica. Veronica had at one point in time been Trixie's biggest fan, but going into high school, Trixie had begun to shun the one girl who genuinely looked up to her, and Veronica decided she had dealt with enough.
She met Tootie through the arts department and they quickly bonded over their loves of fashion, drama, and general gossip. As she sat down, Tootie's blood was still boiling and she gritted her teeth, wanting more than anything to pummel the little bitch into a pulp on the bus floor.
"Don't even worry about them" Veronica said, noticing Tootie's look, "They're not worth the time of anyone. I should know."
"You're right" Tootie replied. But it wasn't Trixie that was distracting her.
It was the look on Timmy's face when she made that backhanded comment. "Why would he look at me like that?" She thought to herself, it's not like he likes me anyways.
But even as she made small talk with Veronica, the only thing occupying her mind was the look of the boy in the pink ball cap toward the front of the bus.