The bright red sports car, lit up by the bright, pale crescent moon in the night sky; pulled into the driveway, coming to a stop in the spot normally occupied by a navy-blue station wagon. "Now, I'm not gonna have to keep an eye on you two, am I?" Vicky glanced down at her younger sister, narrowing her eyes as she shot the raven-haired girl an expectant look.
The two were currently sitting in Vicky's car, which itself sat in the driveway of the Turner household. Timmy's parents had unexpectedly called the red-head over to ask if she could watch their son, as they were(big surprise) going out with the Dinkleburgs, and wouldn't be back until early morning the next day.
And while this would normally be no big deal for the twenty year old, her parents had also, coincidentally; asked her to watch her younger sister Tootie tonight. So, in order to kill two birds with one stone, she chose to simply bring her little sister with her to Timmy's house, as both teens were close enough friends, and would more than likely keep each other occupied while she relaxed on the couch like usual.
"Ugh! No, Vicky. Timmy and I aren't even dating or anything! We're just... F-f-friends..." The younger of the two Valentine sisters spoke through gritted teeth, not really even tying to hide the fact that she was still fairly enamored with her brunet-haired friend, who continued to be unreceptive to her advances, infrequent as they now were.
"Well I'm convinced." Vicky rolled her eyes, speaking sarcastically. "Maybe if you try acting normal and not like some obsessed little fangirl, the Twerp won't be so freaked out! Ever think of that?" She got out of the car, with Tootie doing the same and following her up the short walkway to the Turners' front door after a few moments of contemplation.
"I-I don't know how though! Whenever I'm around him I feel all... Weird. It's like I can't stop myself from leaping at him and hugging him!" Tootie brought both hands up to her face and covered it, her fingers slipping under glasses as she rubbed her face tiredly, feeling more emotional fatigue than physical. "And I mean... He's really cute! You can't tell me you don't think he is!"
"Sis, whether I think your little boyfriend is cute or not is neither here nor there. You need to practice some self control around him; guys don't usually like it when a girl is obsessed to the point of attempting to kidnap them!" The red-head pressed her index finger against Tootie's forehead, pushing her head back slightly. "Which is why I asked if I'm gonna have to keep an eye on you. Both of you, just in case the Twerp suddenly feels a bit amorous... You're both at that age now." Vicky added in the last part quickly, knowing how teenagers could be from first-hand experience.
"Rrgh..." Tootie rubbed at her forehead, a slight blush forming on her cheeks due to her sister's childish treatment of her. "I didn't exactly plan on or get a say in coming over here, so I-"
"Didn't bring any rope to tie Timmy up with?" The twenty year old shot her sister a knowing smirk, causing her blush to darken just a bit more.
"That was one time!" Tootie crossed her arms and stomped her left foot childishly. "And I was ten!"
"Ah, of course. That clearly makes it okay." Vicky responded with yet another sarcastic quip as she turned her attention to the front door, and knocked on it.
"Hm? Forget your key or something?" Tootie voiced her thoughts, wondering why her normally so pushy and flippant sister would bother with something so courteous as knocking.
"It's generally considered polite to knock when you're coming over to someone's house." The red-head spoke matter-of-factly, lightly tapping her foot against the cement porch she and Tootie stood on as they waited for the front door to open.
"Right, so why are you knocking? Since when are you polite?" The raven-haired girl teased with a grin, sticking her tongue out at her sister.
"Oh... We haven't even gotten in the house yet, and already you're battin' a thousand-" Just as Vicky was about to finish, the front door opened, revealing her other charge that night, already stripped down to his sleeping clothes, a faded pink t-shirt and blue shorts. Sleeping clothes that the older girl was by now fairly accustomed to seeing, due to her propensity for sharing a bed with the brunet. "Shit! I forgot my..." The girl pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance, realizing that, thanks to how often Timmy filled in for it; she'd forgotten her sleep aid: her favorite teddy bear. "Dammit all-"
"Timmy!" Meanwhile; Tootie, as if pulled by some unseen magnetic force, launched forward at Timmy, wrapping her arms around him and nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck as she crashed into him, causing him to stumble, but, amazingly enough; not fall backward onto the floor like usual.
"Ack-Gah... H-Hey, Tootie..." The male teen gave his friend a quick little rub on her back, while shooting his babysitter a somewhat desperate look, one that screamed 'help!'.
"Who me?" Vicky silently mouthed the words with a smile as she laid her left hand flat on her chest, gesturing to herself. This was soon followed by a quiet chuckle, before she at last found her voice again. "Alright Tootie, let the Twerp breathe." She commanded authoritatively, shaking her head as she moved past the two teens and shut the door behind her.
"I wasn't even hugging him that hard!" The bespectacled girl detached herself from her friend, shooting her sister an angry look as said sister sat down on the couch and got comfortable. "Compared to what you put him through when you babysit him, my touch must feel as gentle as an angel's!"
"Actually Tootie, she-" Timmy attempted to insert himself into the argument.
"Is that right? 'Gentle as an angel'? Hah! Get real." Only to be cut off as the red-head argued right back.
"Could you two please not-" Again, Timmy tried to keep the peace, yet the attempt was thwarted once more as Tootie began to speak.
"Like you're so much better to be around?! I bet you still treat Timmy the worst out of all of us, just because you can!" The raven-haired girl very nearly shouted, her voice loud enough to hurt the brunet's ears.
"Argh..." Timmy rubbed at his temples, having quickly grown tired of his friend's presumptuous attitude, and her older sister's habit of feeding the aforementioned attitude. "Would you both stop?!" He angrily looked back and forth between Tootie and Vicky, both shooting him somewhat surprised looks.
"Excuse me?" The older of the two sisters narrowed her eyes at Timmy, causing him to shrink back a little.
"E-Er... Please...?" He tapped his index fingers together nervously. "Look... Tootie, I know I haven't really mentioned Vicky all that much recently, but she's... Been a lot more... Tolerable lately-"
"Tolerable?" Vicky parroted back in an offended tone, though she allowed her lips to form a slight grin, letting Timmy know that she was just messing with him. As usual.
"Well... Maybe a bit more than tolerable..." The teen scratched at his nose, letting out a low chuckle as he did. "Th-The point is, I... Things are... Better between us... I guess?" He looked to his babysitter for confirmation, earning him a hesitant nod in the affirmative after a few pensive seconds.
"Oh." Tootie blurted out rather simply, doing a few double-takes back and forth between her sister and crush. "I... But, you two... Have never mentioned... Anything, so...?"
"There was never any need to." The twenty year old shrugged indifferently as she grabbed the remote and turned on the television. "I wouldn't go so far as to say the Twerp and I are friends, but... I suppose I've... Mellowed a bit, when it comes to him doing his chores and stuff. ...So long as he keeps his end of the deal between us, of course."
"Deal?" The younger of the two sisters questioned curiously, her gaze settling on Timmy, who she figured would be easier to get information out of than her sister.
"It's-Ah... Just... As long as I..." "Crap. Wish she wouldn't put me in these situations... What could she possibly expect me to think of that could be convincing?!" The brunet thought to himself worriedly, casting a brief, sidelong glance over at the red-head. "So long as I... Cook for her... And um... D-Do her... Homework!" Timmy remarked triumphantly, as if he'd just had an epiphany. "Y-Yeah, long as I cook for her and do her homework, V-Vicky usually lets me... Do what I... Want?" Another look at the red-head, again earning him a confirmatory nod.
"...Yeah, because that didn't look rehearsed." Tootie deadpanned, and, after a few moments, sighed and hung her head. "Fine, whatever. You're clearly not gonna tell me anything around Vicky, so... Wanna go upstairs to your room?"
"Ooh~! Hear that Twerp? Tootie wants some alone time with you...!" Vicky winked teasingly as she got Timmy's attention, earning her a red-faced glare from her dark-haired sister.
"Y-You...! Sh-Shut up!" Tootie fumed as she roughly grabbed the brunet's hand and pulled him over to the stairs, then practically dragged him up them, making sure to put an angry(yet ineffective, due to her somewhat short stature) stomp into each step she took.
"Pff-Heehee!" The twenty year old giggled to herself as her sister and Timmy disappeared out of sight. "Ah... Hopefully she isn't too rough with him..."
Upstairs...
"Agh- A-Alright, Tootie. You can stop dragging me, I think I know how to get to my room..." Timmy weakly tugged his arm in the opposite direction the dark-haired girl was pulling him, though to no avail, as Tootie's grip didn't slacken in the least as she pulled him the rest of the way down the hall and into his room, before finally releasing him as she shut the door behind her. "Never thought I'd be manhandled by a girl before..." The teen mused to himself, only for vivid mental images of Vicky effortlessly picking him up by his shirt collar, and the very girl in front of him easily pinning him to the ground when she surprised him, to flash in his mind. "...Who am I kidding...?"
"So what was that down there?" Tootie spun around to face him, her arms crossed over her chest, while her face bore an expectant look.
"You're... Gonna have to be a bit more specific than that, Toots-" The brunet began in a questioning tone, only to be cut off once again.
"You know what I'm talking about, Timmy! All you ever tell Chester, AJ, and me is that Vicky is the 'worst babysitter ever', and how she's 'so mean'." She spoke in the best Timmy voice she could muster, which honestly wasn't very good. "But now you're telling me that as long as you cook for her and do her college level homework, she lets you do whatever you want? No. Nuh-uh. For one, you aren't smart enough to even try to do her homework-"
"Hey! I know... Some stuff... Her homework is... It's just like ours, only a little harder because she's in college..." He began defensively, though as he continued to speak, his defensive tone quickly made way for a sheepish, significantly more unsure one, culminating in the brunet looking away evasively, his cheeks stained a light pink. "We-Well... To be f-fair... It is mostly just cooking for her..."
"You can't cook!" The bespectacled girl responded in a sure tone, almost sounding amused by what her friend was saying.
"I can too cook! Just because you've never seen me cook, doesn't mean I can't!" He shouted back, again finding himself somewhat offended by his friend's presumptuousness.
"Oh? Then please, show me. I'd like a bit of proof, if you don't mind." Tootie remarked slyly, grinning and leaning in toward the boy in front of her, her hands now moved to her hips.
"Tootie. It's nine-fifteen, my parents still have to go food shopping, and I'm in my pajamas. I'm not cooking for you just to prove a point." The male teen deadpanned, frowning at the violet-eyed girl.
"Hmph, then I guess I'll just assume you're telling the truth... For now." The girl shrugged, partially wanting to believe that Timmy was telling the truth herself. "But~..." She slowly stepped over to Timmy, leaning in close to stare up at him, as despite them both being about the same age, he was a bit taller than her. "Y'think you could... Maybe cook for me sometime...?"
Out of habit, the teen took a single step back, his cheeks feeling oddly warm from his friend's closeness. "Wha-I... I suppose I could... M-Maybe... Not really sure what you like and don't like, but... V-Vicky seems to like my cooking... Usually..."
"Hm." Tootie leaned back again and stood up straight, narrowing her eyes at Timmy. "So why didn't you tell Chester, me and AJ about Vicky? She said it's because it wasn't worth mentioning, but Vicky being nice is most definitely strange. The only person she's nice to is me, and that's only because we're related." She stepped toward Timmy, then around him, kicking off her shoes before vaulting over the back of the couch that sat behind him, itself sitting in front of a large entertainment center containing a flat screen TV, and all the latest video game systems and their respective games. "More booty from the 'internet' I'm sure..." "And how'd you convince her to agree to this deal or whatever?" As she waited for a response, the bespectacled girl slipped off the dark blue jeans she wore, followed by her purple, long-sleeved shirt, revealing her own sleeping clothes, comprised of a pair of black cotton shorts(hand-me-downs from Vicky), and a lavender tank-top; underneath.
"Er..." The teen slowly turned around to face his friend, the back of her head just barely visible over back of the couch. "I kinda figured she didn't want me to mention it? Y'know, keeping up the evil babysitter image and stuff?" He slowly made his way over to and around the couch, then took a seat on the end, at Tootie's left, leaving roughly one cushion's worth of space between them. "As for agreeing..." Timmy paused, taking a few seconds to think up a convincing enough lie. "It's not like Vicky likes doing her homework... And it is free food I'm making for her, so..."
Tootie brought her hand up to her chin, cupping it as she hummed in thought. "Hmm... Well, she does babysit you the most out of all of us, so I guess... I mean, I don't really see any reason for you to lie to me about something so... Well, mundane..." The raven-haired girl at last shook her head, dismissing the suspicions she had that her older sister was somehow blackmailing her longtime crush. "...Anyway, we've got a few hours to kill before we have to go to bed..."
"Ah... W-We?" The brunet asked curiously, raising an eyebrow at his friend's... Interesting word choice.
"Mm-hm!" Tootie nodded and hummed out giddily. "Like we always do when I sleep over!"
"Oh... R-Right..." The teen had nearly forgotten, seeing as how it had been around two months since the last time Tootie slept over; that she, much like her older sister, preferred to sleep in his bed with him. This wasn't necessarily bad,as the girl wasn't a loud snorer, or anything like that, she could just be a bit... Clingy in her sleep, not unlike a certain red-haired sister of hers. "You... Wouldn't rather take the couch...? Or um... I-I could take the couch, and you could have the bed...?"
"Nah, that's fine!" Tootie remarked in a happy tone. "The bed's big enough for both of us, and besides, I'm your guest! I'm not gonna take the bed while you sleep on the couch!" She smiled warmly at him, making his cheeks flush with heat yet again.
"O-Okay then... If-... If you're sure..." Timmy nervously rubbed at his shoulder, finding himself... Strangely relaxed around the very slightly younger girl. Yes, he was still very much nervous around her too, but for once, it wasn't because she was Tootie, but because she was... Well, a girl. He found her company to be almost pleasant, so long as she wasn't clinging to him like a tree frog. "Eh... S-So... Did-Uh... Was there anything in particular that you wanted to do? We could... Play video games? Or maybe just... W-Watch a movie...?" "I know I'm going to regret this..."
"Um... How 'bout a movie?" The bespectacled girl stood up from the couch, then walked over to the entertainment center and crouched down in front of it to look through Timmy's rather expansive library of movies.
"I picked up a few new ones recently... Just y'know, a few horror, some comedies... Ah... Oh, the new 'Revengeance' movie..." The brunet trailed off as his friend stood up, then bent over to look at the movies on the shelf above the one she'd started with, causing his eyes to fall squarely on her somewhat ample, and certainly well-formed; rear-end. "She's not- Is she messing with me...?"
"Let... Me... See... Oh! This one~!" Tootie stood up straight as she plucked a DVD case out from the shelf, then opened it to make sure the disc was still inside.
At the same time, Timmy's gaze shot back up to his friend's head, meeting her own as she triumphantly held up the movie she'd chosen. "Which one's that?"
"Heehee! You know me~...!" The girl spoke in a sing-song voice as she opened the DVD player, placed the movie in, then closed it before placing the movie box on top of the player and darting back over to the couch. Without waiting for so much as a glance of consent, Tootie crawled over to Timmy and snuggled up next to him, which in turn made him instinctively pull his legs up onto the couch and lie down, allowing the girl to lie down herself and use his chest as a pillow.
"So a horror movie then." Timmy spoke knowingly as he felt his friend wrap her arm around his waist, then gently nuzzle her cheek against his chest.
This was one of the few times where he wouldn't push her away, or try to at least put some distance between them, as Tootie always became too involved when they watched movies(horror movies especially) to try much of anything other than cuddle up next to him, and, if he was honest with himself; he really didn't mind cuddling with her, so long as that was as far as it went.
Timmy reached for his nearby universal remote, then grabbed it and blindly pointed it at his bedside lamp, turning it off with a press of the power button.
"I'm convinced that thing has to be magic." Tootie remarked flatly, her eyes falling on the remote in her friend's hand as he pointed at the TV to start the movie. "What kind of universal remote turns off a lamp plugged into the wall?"
"The... Kind you get off the internet...?" The teen answered sheepishly, Tootie's question reminding him that, as per Wanda's request, he was supposed to keep his magical item usage to a minimum when he had company. He felt the raven-haired girl shake her head, lightly brushing it back and forth over his shirt, but other than that, stay silent. After another moment, he turned on the TV, revealing the title screen of the movie the girl had chosen. "Halloween? ...Again?"
"Hey! It's a classic, and you like it too, so... Sh-Shut up and start the movie!" Tootie gave Timmy's hip a light pinch as she felt her cheeks heat up, though with the room being as dark as it now was, he probably couldn't see her blushing.
"Hah..." The boy sighed wearily, reclining a bit more into the couch to get comfortable with his friend. "It's gonna be a long night..."