Timmy Turner walked down the halls of Dimmsdale high school, his hands in his pockets, beside him Chester and AJ were arguing about some new movie.
"I'm telling you man, Crimson chin wouldn't have been taken down by crash nebula so easily." Chester said.
"Come off it man, you know Crash would beat the snot out of crimson chin any day of the week."
"Timmy what do you think?" Chester asked looking at his friend, who was staring off in the distance, "Timmy?"
"You won't get through him dude," AJ said, pointing, "Trixie."
As he said this Trixie turned and started walking by the trio, Timmy's eyes never left her.
"Earth to Timmy!" Chester shouted in his ear, making him jump.
"What?" Timmy asked angrily.
"Oh nothing," AJ said "just wanted to tell you that your tongue was on the ground, might want to pick that up before someone steps on it."
Timmy turned red.
Chester laughed, "man dude, you're so whipped and she's not even yours!"
"Screw you." He muttered.
AJ shook his head, "come on guy's, I'm hungry." They walked into the lunch where a flying Tootie tackled Chester.
"WHA!" Chester shouted as he was knocked to the ground, "Damn it Tootie, that hurt!"
"I'm sorry, do you want me to kiss it better?" she asked sweetly.
"Hmm…sure."
The two lip-locked, making AJ roll his eyes and Timmy gag, "Dude no PDA!" he said.
Chester rolled his eyes and stood up, "Your just jealous because my girlfriend is hot!" he said.
And it was true, since they were kids Tootie had really grown into a beautiful young woman, she had also grown out of her love for Timmy, instead placing it in Chester when he had rescued her from Francis.
"So, how's it going guy's?" Tootie asked as they sat down at their regular table, "I haven't seen you guy's since last week.'
"Oh you know, AJ got a new award, Chester's on the fast track to being voted the worst baseball player in school again, and I'm going to die alone." Tommy said, "You know, the usual."
"Hey!" Chester started, "…I got better, I'm much better then Remy."
"True," Timmy said, leaning back in his desk, taking his pink hat off and putting it over his eyes, trying to sleep, suddenly he fell back as his chair was pulled out from under him, 'Hey!" he protested.
Standing above him was Francis, the large seventeen year old bully now stood above him, cracking his large fists, "what is it turner?" he asked rudely.
"You pulled my chair out from under me!" Timmy exclaimed, standing up.
"So? My friend needed a seat!" he said, looking at his thuggish friends who were laughing.
"I don't care what they need, I was using it!"
Francis stepped forward, grabbing Timmy by the front of his shirt, "and what will you do about it dork?" he asked.
"He won't do anything," someone said, making Francis looking behind him, principal waxylplax was standing behind him with her hands on her hips, glaring at Francis, "but you'll be in a world of trouble if you don't give him his chair back and apologize."
Francis grumbled and dropped Timmy, giving the chair back and walking away.
Principal waxylplax smiled and turned, "thanks for telling me Molly." She said.
Molly nodded, looking at Timmy, 'you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." He said, standing up and looking at his friend, he couldn't remember exactly how they had become friends, when she had moved into Dimmsdale he felt like he knew her, and it was easy to become friends, she always looked out for him and he her, the two were almost inseparable, "how'd you know Francis was going to do that?'
"Because he always does," She said, pushing her black hair out of her face as she sat down in a free seat, "Hey Tootie."
"Hi Molly!" Tootie said happily, "How was your weekend."
"Alright," she said, leaning back in her chair and putting her feet on the table.
Timmy put his chair right and sat down.
"You guy's going to that college fair today?" AJ asked.
"We all have to go man," Chester said, "there's no choice for us."
"Yeah, it's not like we have to decide now anyways, we're juniors! We still got a whole other year."
"Yeah, but you do need to know your choices." Molly said, 'especially you Mr. C-"
"Hey! I get B's!" Timmy said to her.
"Right, that's why you had to beg Ms. Walker."
Timmy leant back his arms crossed.
"Well we should get going, the college fair starts in a few minutes."
Timmy sighed and stood up, the group of friends started walking, Molly walked beside him, "are you sure you're alright?" She asked, "You seem…kinda edgy."
'It's nothing…it's Pappy he's been pushing me to go to college, like he's scared if I don't I'll end up like my parents." Timmy had been living with his grandfather for a few years now, since his parents had completely abandoned him, "I don't know what makes him think I'll be like my parents, I'm not that selfish."
"Sounds rough," she said, "don't worry, you're not the only one, my parents are still sore about me not wanting to go to that prep school, say's I'll turn out 'just like my sister'."
Timmy laughed a little, imagining the Goth-like girl in a prep school, "I think you'd look great in a school girls outfit."
"Ugh, the uniform is bright red and blue," she said, "I'd look like an American flag reject!"
He laughed, "Oh I would pay money to see that."
She rolled her eyes, moving her hair out of her face again, "as if," She said, "If I did go there I would remake that stupid uniform, I'm thinking, purple and black."
Timmy just continued to laugh as they walked into the gym, where several booths were set up for colleges. Tootie Chester and AJ were already going around looking at the different booths.
Molly looked around, "all these colleges look boring," she said.
"Yeah…wait what's that?" he asked, pointing at the Marine Corps recruiter booth.
"Who wants to be apart of the next generation of warriors!" The recruiter shouted, "if so then sign-up for the Marine Corps."
Timmy walked forward, "what's it offer?" he asked.
"Oh everything young man, discipline, physical fitness, financial security."
Timmy picked up a pamphlet, "what are the requirements?" he asked.
"Hmm…how old are you?'
"Seventeen," he said, "I'll be turning eighteen in a month."
"Do you have any criminal records?"
"Not that I know of."
"And when will you be graduating."
"I could this year," he said, making Molly look at him in shock.
"Really? Thought you were a junior?"
"I switched to the minimal plan." he said, "I have enough credits to graduate this year, I was going to use next year to get some college credits."
"Well if you graduate this year I could get you to boot camp by July," he said.
Timmy thought about it, he always admired soldiers and what they did, what's better then to actually be one.
"If you want, I can come to your house and talk to your parents about it."
"I'm living with my grandfather…" Timmy said.
"Well then I'll talk to him."
Timmy nodded with a smile, "alright." he said, writing down his contact information, 'Thanks."
"I'll see you soon," the recruiter said, turning to talk to another student.
As soon as he and Molly were a ways from the booth, Molly hit him in the arm.
"Ouch! What was that for!?"
"Why didn't you tell me you were graduating this year?" she asked, pissed off.
"Because I barely found out yesterday that I had the credits." he said, "why are you so mad?"
"Mad? I'm not mad." she muttered, crossing her arms, "why would I be mad that my best friend wants to go and get himself killed."
"Hey, I'm not going to get myself killed." he said.
"And how do you know that?" She asked spitefully, walking away.
Timmy sat in his house with Chester, they were playing the newest game, "so you really serious about joining the Marine Corps."
"Yeah, the recruiters coming tomorrow to talk to pappy." Timmy said, 'If everything works out, then I'll be heading to boot camp in July."
"Uh huh…dude…you're going to be a marine."
"If I make it through basic." he muttered,
"Do you realize that if you told a certain someone about you going to boot camp you might actually have a chance to score?" Chester asked.
"Who?"
"Doug Dimmadome."
"Really?" Timmy asked with a disgusted look on his face.
"NO! Trixie Tang!"
"OH! Right yeah…"
"Yeah, so sign your contract with the Marines, and then go take Trixie out on a hot date!"
Timmy smirked, but then stopped, "I don't know man, she might not go for it, I mean…"
"Come on! You're about to go to boot camp, if it doesn't work, then what'll you care? You'll be half a continent away!"
"Eh…true…"
"So what about it? You gonna try?"
"Yeah, I'll try."
A knock on the door sounded, making Timmy pause the game and go answer it, as soon as he opened it, he was greeted by the Marine recruiter, "Timmy! Good to see you again son." the recruiter said walking in.
"Sergeant Yantz, didn't expect you so soon…"
"Yes, well my only other appointment today was a kid I was already talking to for a few weeks now, so I decided to drop in, is your grandfather home?"
"Yes sir, let me go get him."
Chester sat with Tootie at a small diner, "so, Timmy's going to the Marines huh?" Tootie asked.
"Yeah, signed the contract today." Chester said, "he's leaving day after graduation.'
"They already told him the day he's shipping off? I thought that took a few months to figure out."
"It usually does, but the recruiter said he's ready, so he's shipping off after graduation." Chester sat back, "It sucks, I mean, I'm losing one of my best friends way too soon."
"Yeah, he's a good friend."
"Oh well, at least we'll see him from time to time." Chester said half-heartedly, "and this will benefit him."
"Really? How so?"
"Well for one, he's gonna ask out Trixie before he leaves."
Tootie almost spat out her soda, "WHAT!"
"Yeah, he's gonna ask her out, and if she turns him down, no sweat because he'll be at boot camp, if she accepts, good for him ya know?"
"Oh boy…" Tootie mumbled softly to herself, "That's gonna be fun to watch."
"Yeah, it'll be great."
Timmy lay in his bed looking up at the ceiling; a thousand thoughts were running through his head, am I really doing the right thing here? He thought to himself, he had never been the most physically fit, nor had he ever ben the most persistent, what if joining the military was a big mistake?
A knock at his window shook him out of his thoughts, he looked up and saw Molly sitting at his window, motioning him to open it, she had done this several times before, coming to his house in the middle of the night either because she was bored or she didn't want to stay at home.
He walked over and opened the window, "hey Molly…" he said nervously, remembering how angry she had been last time he saw her.
"Hey," she said, "Um…do you want to go for a walk?"
"Yeah sure just let me grab a sweater," he said, going straight to his closet and grabbing a zip up, he climbed out the window onto the roof where Molly was waiting, she jumped down off the roof and started walking, with Timmy scrambling to follow, they walked in silence for a few minutes, until Molly said in a voice so soft that Timmy almost didn't catch it.
"I'm sorry…'
"Uh…what?"
"I said I'm sorry." Molly said, her normal attitude coming back.
"For what?"
"Punching you in the arm, saying you were going to die, you know, that stuff."
"Oh…I didn't dwell on it much." he admitted, "I was just wondering what I had said that made you mad."
"Like I said, when my best friend doesn't tell me he's leaving sooner than excepted, it kinda pisses me off."
"Well then I'm sorry for not tell you." he said, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Apology accepted jack ass." she said, punching him softly in the arm.
Timmy smiled, "So, now that apologies are out of the way, I feel compelled to tell you that I talked to the recruiter today.
"Really? He came to see you so soon?" she asked.
"Yeah, Pappy's on board, said the militaries the right thing for me." Timmy said, "he had me sign the contracts today."
"Wow…that's unexpected…"
"Yeah…I'll be leaving right after graduation…" Timmy looked at her; she was looking down, not even looking at him.
"So…what are you going to do for your last three months here?" she asked.
"Well, finish school, have an awesome last night with my friends…and Chester mentioned something that I think I should try." he finished.
"Oh and what's this something?" she asked.
"Uh…it's nothing…" Timmy said, hoping he wasn't blushing, he knew better than to tell Molly about his plan to try and ask Trixie out, especially since the girl hated Trixie.
Molly narrowed her eyes, "you know, I can still kick your ass."
He sighed, "Fine, he suggested that I should ask Trixie out before I leave, he said even if she turns me down, it won't matter because I'm leaving."
Molly looked at him stunned. "Why…why would you ask out that self centered slut?" she asked with ice in her voice.
"I don't know, because I've had a crush on her for about eight years now?"
"You're such an idiot Turner." she muttered turning and walking away.
"Molly…"
"Go ahead and try to get your whore," she said, not turning around. "And don't cry when she doesn't even give you the time of day."
Tootie ran through the school, dodging past groups of people and teachers until she got to the courtyard, where Molly sat in a tree, looking into the sky, "Molly!" she said out of breath, "did…did…did you tell him?"
Molly looked down at Tootie, and then slowly shook her head, "no…" she muttered, "what good would it have done, he's in love with her.'
"No he's not!" Tootie exclaimed, "Come on! You can still get him!"
"What if I don't want to Tootie?" Molly asked, "Huh? What if I don't want that stupid, hard headed, pink hatted idiot trying to comprehend what I said."
"If you don't want to, then why have you been acting like this?" Tootie asked innocently, "angry any time we mention Timmy trying to ask out Trixie, or sad whenever we say Timmy's leaving."
Molly looked away, "What? I can't feel sad for my best friend leaving?"
"Of course you can, but you and I both know that you want to be more than friends."
Molly sighed, looking down, "why do I have to like an idiot who won't give me the time of day…"
"He'd give you the time of day, hell he'd give you the shirt off his back if you asked for it, and he's proven that."
Molly smiled softly, thinking about the time they had been hanging out and Chester spilt soda all over her shirt, she went into the bathroom and took her shirt off, and within three seconds, Timmy had opened the door a crack and handed her one of his shirts, she came back out and found him in his under shirt. "He literally gave me the shirt off his back…" she mumbled.
"See? I don't think he's ever done that for Trixie."
She sighed, 'alright, I'll try to talk to him today…" she jumped out of her tree, 'come on, lets get to the cafeteria."
The two walked into the building, with Molly thinking of ways to approach Timmy.
Molly and Tootie walked out of the school, "so you want to come over today?" Tootie asked, "my parents are out of town, so they won't bother us, and Vicky said she'd buy us whatever we want if we give her the money."
Molly smiled a little, "hmm…a little bit of Crown Royal would be a good change of pace." She said.
Tootie opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by someone harshly laughing.
"You're going to the Marines!" Trixie's voice cut through the air, Molly looked over and saw her standing behind Timmy and AJ, who looked a little surprised that she was actually talking to them, "oh my god that is funny!"
"What's so funny about it?" Timmy asked.
"It's you! They're going to kick you out the first day! Even if you do make it through boot camp, you wouldn't last a second in war!" she continued to laugh, a few people joining in.
Molly clenched her fists, and was about to move towards Trixie until Tootie stopped her, "Wait…" She whispered.
"I think I'll do just fine." Timmy said, turning to her, "in fact, before I leave in two months I need to tell you something, and since you're here I'll just let it out." He took a deep breath, "Trixie, I just want you to know…that you are a complete, and total bitch."
Molly's eyes widened and Tootie just laughed.
"What did you say to me?" Trixie asked stunned.
"You heard me, you are a egotistical, mean, and cold hearted bitch, I don't know why I never saw it sooner." Timmy said, "but I guess it was going to come to light sooner or later, so goodbye, have a nice life, oh, and you can suck it." And with that Timmy turned and walked away, AJ walking behind him, laughing loudly, all around her everyone was laughing.
Molly looked at Tootie with a stunned expression, "what…the hell…" she whispered.
Tootie wiped a tear from her eyes, "oh that was too funny." She said, still giggling a little bit, she looked at Molly, "What's wrong?"
"He just…told her off…why?"
"Dunno…maybe he's finally seeing things clearly." Tootie said, "Now lets get home, I want some crown royal!"
Molly sat on Tootie's roof, nursing a full cup of coke and crown, inside she knew Tootie was passed out on her bed, the girl wasn't a light weight, but going through two bottles of crown by yourself really puts you out, she took a sip of her drink and leaned back, looking up at the moon.
"Beautiful night huh?" Timmy's voice said softly beside her, making her jump, spilling her drink into the yard.
"Damn it!" she groaned, turning around, and glaring at the boy with the lopsided grin, "you made me drop my drink jerk!"
"Sorry." He said holding up his arms, "didn't mean to scare you."
"You didn't scare me…just surprised me…" she muttered, pulling out her pack of cigarettes, "want one? Or did you decide to quit?"
"Nope, didn't quit." He took one and lit it with his own lighter, "so, is Tootie past out in there?" he asked.
"Of course, the girls not a drunk, but when she does drink, well, you know.'
He smirked, "it's a good thing Chester can't get drunk."
"Oh that's a load of bull."
"I've seen him drink five bottles of tequila and still be able to drive like he was as sober as a nun."
Molly laughed, 'so, I saw that little confrontation between you and Trixie."
"Oh yeah, that was great huh?" he said looking up at the moon.
"Why'd you do it?" she asked, "I mean…you were so adamant about telling her your true feelings."
"Yeah I was, and I told her." He looked at her.
She looked at him hard, "but you wanted to ask her out on a date, not tell her to fuck off in four different ways."
"I just realized she wasn't the one for me."
Molly looked down at the ground, "right, you came to your mind over the night." She said sarcastically, shivering a little.
"You alright?"
"Just cold turner, that's what happens in the middle of January at night, it gets cold."
Timmy took off his sweater and put it around her, "that better?" he asked.
She nodded, not looking at him.
"But yeah, I realized she wasn't the one for me, I mean, grand pappy always said to find me a spitfire, a girl who wouldn't let me get away with nothing."
"Yeah, I think Trixie would let you do whatever you wanted as long as you gave her enough gifts."
"You're not wrong." He said, blowing smoke out through his nose, "but I got to thinking…and there is another girl in my life, one that I've had a crush on before, but didn't think she'd be interested."
Molly rolled her eyes," oh boy, another Turner crusade." Molly said with a snort, feeling her heart sink.
"I think this one might be the one though." Timmy said, "I just found out recently, through a friend who is not good at keeping secrets, that she is interested, but too stubborn to talk to me about it, opting to call me…what was it? A hardheaded pink hatted idiot?"
Molly inhaled sharply, coughing on the smoke that came into her lungs roughly, she stood up and turned to him, 'H-how…when…it was Tootie wasn't it!"
"You know that girl can't keep a secret." Timmy said.
"I, um…I didn't…uh…'
Timmy took a step towards Molly, putting a hand on her shoulder, she looked up into his eyes, his hand slowly came up to her cheek, "Can't believe it took me this longue to realize…I am really hard headed…" he said softly, "you know…I really did have a crush on you for the longest of times, but I never acted on it because…I didn't want to ruin our friendship…. and…"
"Shut up." Molly said softly, pulling him down to kiss him, Timmy happily obliged and the two locked lips for the first time, they stood on the roof kissing for the longest of times, until Timmy broke the kiss, "That...that was… that…" Molly tried to talk but couldn't.
"Great." Timmy finished for her.
She nodded with a smile. Putting her hand on his chest, "I should've tried to talk to you sooner…" she said, "it would've given us more time…"
"You talk like I'm not going to come back." He said.
"Well…you'll be gone for a long time…" she mumbled.
"Eh I'll be back sooner then you think." He said, "there's a base close to Dimmsdale, so I'll be a lot closer.
She smiled, "that's pretty good." She looked at her watch, "it's two in the morning…"
"Guess we better be getting to sleep." He said, letting her go and walking to the edge of the roof, "I'll…talk to you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, definitely," she said with a smile, "sweet dreams Timmy..."
"Sweet dreams Molly." he said, jumping down to the grass, he walked towards his house, whistling a tune as he went.
