The Scenery in California

Chapter 1: The Life and Times of Timmy Turner

A/N: Hey all, it's been a few years since I've published a story on here. I watched a couple episodes of the Fairly Oddparents on TV while drunk as hell one night and the old creative juices started flowing. I've aged Timmy a bit older than most M-rated stories on here because I saw the potential for the creation of a college backstory with drinking/hooking up hijinks.

Regarding my older Haruhi fics (Harem Lifestyle of Kyon and The War of Haruhi Suzumiya), I'm going to do a rewatch of the series to get all the character quirks down pat and will most likely start work on those fics again after.

Anyways, enjoy this short fic. Things will be getting lemony at some point, you've been warned.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Fairly Oddparents or any characters associated with the series.

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It was about 7 in the evening when Timmy Turner woke up from his nap. Sitting up in his bed and stretching, he looked around his room. He smiled as he saw it was the same as it always was. The walls were just as blue and empty as ever. His desk, though pretty much emptied out, was in the same, save for his laptop, wallet and keys on top of it. His bedside table was the same - clear except for two things: his cell phone and an empty fishbowl that filled his stomach with an empty longing for some reason. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he reached for his phone to check it. Clicking the power button on the side, the screen lit up to notify him of two new messages. One from his mother and one from his best female friend, Tootie.

Opening his Messages app, he clicked on the message from his mom. "So glad you're home, sweetie. Your father and I missed you so much! Speaking of which, we're going on a business trip and will be back tomorrow afternoon. See you then!" Sighing, he realized that in the time that he'd been home, he had spoken to his mother and father for about 10 minutes before heading up to his room and passing out. Now they were gone! So much for catching up!

He opened the message from Tootie. "TIMMY! WHAT TIME ARE YOU GETTING THERE TONIGHT? THINK I'M GONNA BE THERE AT 9! CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU!" Following all the capital letters and multiple exclamation points were about fifteen heart emojis. Timmy laughed to himself, thinking about the girl who had at one point, had an almost psychopathic obsession with him. They'd texted sparsely over the past few months but he hadn't seen her in that same amount of time. He figured that the response to her text could wait until he got out of the shower. Getting out of his bed, he took off the pink shirt and basketball shorts he was wearing and headed to the bathroom.

After a nice, warm shower that both relaxed him and filled him with energy, Timmy stepped out of the bathroom and headed back to his room. Walking through his bedroom door, he looked at the full-length mirror that was hanging on his wall. He smiled as he wondered what his friends would say when they saw him. Looking back at the mirror at him was an 18 year old who stood at 5-foot-6. Gone was his slight, scrawny build he had as a child; he now had an athletic physique with a six-pack. He wasn't bodybuilder levels of muscular but his frame was that of someone who went to the gym quite regularly. Gone was the scruffy head of hair that he used to hide under a pink hat. He now sported a high-and-tight haircut with a side-part, well-groomed, cared for and styled fresh out of the shower. He found that the damp hair absorbed the pomade better. His buck teeth, while still prominent, no longer jutted out of his mouth. They were noticeable but a bit more subdued as his face matured. He was still baby-faced but had a very square and pronounced jawline. The most noticeable difference was one that wasn't natural - on his right shoulder and down his arm was a Japanese-style tattoo of two koi fish swimming with each other in a stylized stream. One was green with white and black accents, and the other was pink with yellow accents. He had gotten the tattoo a month and a half ago on a whim in a dingy Brooklyn tattoo shop.

That's right - Brooklyn. Timmy Turner was a college student now, granted he was one semester into his freshman year but he was still a college student. Most of his friends stayed in California to go to school - Chester going to Dimmsdale University, AJ going to Stanford on a full-ride and Tootie going to the University of Southern Cal. Timmy ended up leaving the Golden State for the Empire State. He had somehow gotten a scholarship to attend NYU to major in Cinema Studies. You would think that someone studying the history of film would stay in California to be within striking distance of Hollywood, and usually you would be right. However, Timmy made the move to New York because he needed to get away from everything he knew, even if it was just for a bit.

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It started when he was entering his junior year in high school, about the time of his 16th birthday. Seeing that he was of an age where he could take care of himself, his parents relieved his babysitter Vicky of her duties. As if sensing there would be no more backbreaking labor or torture to deal with, his body reacted with a late and extreme growth spurt. He was finally free to do what he pleased in his life and that made him happy. One day, for some odd reason, he decided he would start becoming active in athletics in his school. That day, he was very motivated to make something of his high school life (though thinking about that landmark day still filled him with a nostalgic sadness for some reason). Timmy found himself on Dimmsdale High's basketball and baseball teams. The once tiny and unathletic Turner surprisingly found himself good enough to become the star of both squads. He became a popular figure in school but being the good kid he was, he never ditched Chester, AJ and Tootie. He even got them invited to the popular kids' parties and social events, boosting their popularity! Things were going fantastic… until they weren't.

One night, Timmy went to a house party. He found himself pouring a drink next to the one girl who could make him freeze up, regardless of how popular and charming he had become: Trixie Tang. The queen bee of Dimmsdale High had taken notice of how this poor, middle-class LOSER had blossomed into a handsome, popular athlete that other girls were whispering about, talking about making a move on. As if he was a pair of Louboutin heels, she decided that she must have him. That conversation at the table where the handles of cheap vodka and 30 packs of cheap beer were located turned into shots, which then turned into dancing, more shots and then eventually Timmy Turner losing his virginity in Tad's third floor bathroom. The pair began to date. Timmy was over the moon. Finally, the object of his desires for years was his! The girl of his dreams was HIS girl! The one problem with teenage relationships is that more often than not, they're spur of the moment, based on racing hormones and lust, with very little substance. Timmy didn't know that.

When he found out Trixie was attending UCLA, Timmy immediately chose to follow her there. Unfortunately, Trixie had already started to grow bored of Timmy and wanted to find someone else to be her boytoy. It all came to a head on New Years of senior year. Trixie dumped Timmy right after the ball dropped. Timmy was heartbroken. She insisted that they could stay friends, and the naive Turner boy believed it. Still, it's painful to lose someone you thought was your dream partner, and even more so to lose them on New Years.

Through the help of Chester, AJ and Tootie, Timmy did get over his heartbreak, however he decided that he needed to start anew. He remained the star athlete of Dimmsdale High and his popularity never wavered, although people wondered why he never showed up at parties, social gatherings or hung out with them in the Senior Lounge of the school. Timmy ended up switching his college choice to NYU, where almost magically, they gave him a scholarship to pursue his dreams. Right after graduating high school, he made the move to New York City. He said his goodbyes to his friends through texts, even sending an amicable goodbye to Trixie. He ended up absolutely loving New York, loving his classes, making new friends and going on new adventures in the Big Apple - including one Jagermeister-drowned night where he ended up at a Brooklyn tattoo parlor. He rode to the end of his first semester and to winter break on a high, acing all his classes and loving his life. Trixie and the heartbreak were the furthest things from his mind, though sometimes he found his mind wandering towards the beautiful Asian girl.

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Back to present events, he had flown back for break and landed at the Dimmsdale Airport earlier in the day where he took a cab back to his parents' house. In that cab, his phone buzzed and as he pulled it out of his pocket, his heart shot into his throat when he saw a name he hadn't seen in a very long time: Trixie Tang. Shocked, he let it go to voicemail. Probably a butt-dial, right? At least he thought that until he got the notification for a new voicemail.

"Hey Timmy, it's me, Trixie. It's been a long time and I really hope you're doing well. I just wanted to let you know I'm having a party at my house tonight since people are home for winter break… I'd be absolutely delighted if you're around and came. Let me know. Bye."