Disclaimer: FOP, unfortunately, doesn't belong to me
Author's Note: Hey, anyone remember me? I'm amazed at how long it's been since I've submitted something. I was actually working on a couple things, but my "writing computer" recently had some serious hard drive trouble. Of course, nothing could be recovered. Because this is how my life works out. But the show must go on, eh?
I wrote this as a companion to "Crazy Little Thing Called Love" (though it still makes perfect sense if you haven't read it). I might throw in another one-shot to the series if I get enough interest in this one.
And I know Tootie seems really off character, but I have an excuse (for once). I really don't think Tootie is as hyperactive and immature for her age as the show portrays her. I mean, when your parents are too afraid of what your older sister would do if they took care of you to actually pay attention to you, you've gotta mature pretty quickly, right?
Enjoy!
Everything He Isn't
I caught him staring at me again today.
It used to be a very uncommon thing, to catch his eyes wandering over to me. But now he does it every day, often times more than once. Whenever I look back, he blushes and turns back to his desk.
It was confusing at first. I thought he and Timmy were planning something against me. I guess maybe I deserved it. I mean, I am pretty much stalking him. With good reason, of course. God, have you seen that face?
But then I had happened to, erm, "overhear" a few conversations, and while Timmy was saying awful, hurtful things about me, he just gulped and tried to change the subject or, at the very least, get him to.
So, why all the staring? I know I'm not an attractive girl by any means. And, besides that, we're ten-year-olds. But there was something intriguing about me, apparently. Was my hair doing something weird? Were my glasses crooked? Was it a day where the dog had chewed up one of my socks and I had to attempt to mix and match without making it too obvious?
Today I decided I was going to try and find out. Okay, so I'm not that great at figuring out what people are thinking by looking at them. But today's fairy rant was even more boring than usual, and Timmy was in the bathroom. What else was I going to do?
He was seated to my right, two desks away. The second I turned my head, he looked down at his desk. Boy, he was shy. I don't know what I would do if I were that shy. He did manage, though, to glance up when he noticed I hadn't turned around when he did. I got a good look at his eyes then. They were big eyes. Bright eyes. I got a good look at his hair, too. From where I was sitting, you could tell it was a little greasy, but it was neat. And it was so blonde. It looked nice falling over his now bright red cheeks.
I offered him a smile. He looked a little intimidated at first, but then managed to smile right back. His braces sparkled. And so did those big eyes of his. That looked really nice, too.
Timmy came back from the bathroom, then. While Crocker grilled him about his "fairies", I looked him over, too. His hair was… nothing special. The color of his eyes was, all of a sudden, not the most amazing color I'd ever seen in my life. And his huge teeth were almost… ugly.
I thought about the way he'd treated me. Sure, he was nice, but only when he had to be. Other than those one or two few exceptions, he'd become a pretty rude kid. He always seemed kinda suspicious, too. Not around me, but everyone.
I looked over at Chester. Shy people were not typically rude or suspicious. They were sweet and, once you get to know them, fun to be around.
At that moment, Chester looked like a way better guy than Timmy. And all I could think about the rest of the day was how to redecorate my Timmy-themed room as soon as possible.