Author's Note: Here it is! The sequel to When Timmy Met Lexi. Thank you so much for all of your support and I hope you don't hate me for making you wait so long! I've been so busy lately with musical practices every day that I'll really only get to write on the weekends, so updates may be spread out, but hopefully the story will be worth it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairly Oddparents of its characters. I only own Lexi, Riley, Kaylee, Connor and all other OCs.

Chapter 1

Riley Savannah Turner didn't like being the oldest sibling.

Everything bad seemed to happen to the oldest sibling. It was either getting hit on the head by her little sister's baseball, or having to explain to her mother why the front of her new silk shirt was covered in little handprints, courtesy of her little brother's new paint set.

And it all seemed to be her fault, too. It was either, "You know Kaylee likes to throw the ball hard, and you gotta be ready when you're playing catch with her," from her dad, or, "Riley, I've told you a million times to put on an old shirt when you're painting with Connor. You know he loves finger-painting."

Usually, these types of things wouldn't bother Riley. She was used to bumps and bruises from her rowdy little siblings.

But today was the first day of sixth grade, and Riley woke up at seven in the morning to the beautiful sound of her alarm clock going off in her ear, a sound that she hadn't heard in two and a half months. The top of her head hurt from the baseball incident the day before, and when she glanced over at her previously laid-out "first day of school outfit," she saw her beloved light pink silk shirt…complete with two faded blue handprints in the center.

Letting out a little sigh, Riley hopped out of bed and ran her fingers through her hair to get out the tangles. Then she shot one last wistful look at the ruined shirt before heading downstairs for breakfast.

Immediately, the sweet scent of chocolate chip pancakes hit her. Energized at the smell of her favorite breakfast, she skidded into the kitchen to find the rest of her family already awake. "Good morning, Riley!" her mother, Lexi, called over from the stove, where she was flipping a new round of pancakes.

"Morning, Riles!" her father, Timmy, added, gesturing for her to sit. "Ready for your first day of sixth grade?"

"You bet," Riley replied with a smile. "I can't wait."

"You know," Kaylee, Riley's eight-year-old sister, said from her seat across the table, "Maya's big brother started middle school last year, and when I was over there yesterday I told him that you were starting. He said that it's so much different from grade school, and that all the teachers are really mean and there's tons of homework. Oh, and that there are a bunch of boys that like to give kids something called a 'swirly.' Whatever that is."

Riley gulped. "A swirly? You mean where they dunk your head in a toilet?"

"Yeah! That!" Kaylee laughed like it was the funniest thing she could imagine, then turned to her dad. "Did you ever get a swirly, Dad?"

Timmy grinned at his two daughters, unaware that Riley's stomach had begun churning rapidly. "I received many," he told them in a rather cheerful voice.

"Well, it's no wonder they all picked on you, with that awful pink hat you wore everyday," Lexi teased, walking over to the table with a plate full of pancakes. "How many do you want, Riley? Three? Four?"

Suddenly, the chocolaty smell was making Riley nauseous. "Actually, I'm not very hungry."

"Your not?" Lexi's brow wrinkled. "But these are your favorite."

"Is it because of all the 'swirly' talk?" Timmy asked, placing his hand on Riley's shoulder. When his daughter gulped and nodded, he chuckled. "Kiddo, I'm pretty sure swirlies are mostly given to boys."

This thought reassured Riley slightly, but before she could reply, a cry of, "I want a whirly!" interrupted as her four-year-old brother, Connor, came racing into the room, dressed in his favorite outfit:

His superhero costume.

"No, you don't," Riley said with a giggle, watching Lexi grab onto his cape to stop him from running right past.

"Slow down, superhero. Saving the world can wait until after breakfast."

Connor looked dismayed. "But Mommy, I have to save Hershey from the dragon!"

Timmy shot his son a quizzical look. "The dragon? I wasn't aware that there was a dragon in the house."

"Neither was I," Lexi agreed, equally amused.

"He's talking about the furnace in the basement," Riley supplied helpfully. "He calls it a dragon because it's always making creepy noises in the middle of the night."

"The…furnace…" her mother repeated slowly, as the realization slowly dawned. She turned to Connor in shock. "Hershey's locked in the basement?"

As if in response, a howl was heard from downstairs, and with a groan, Lexi raced off to rescue the dog.

Timmy, Riley, and Kaylee all exchanged glances before bursting into laughter. After a few minutes of the three laughing, and Connor repeatedly asking why they were doing so, Riley happened to glance at the clock. She gasped. "I have to go get dressed!"

"Wait, Riles! You didn't even have any breakfast!" Timmy called after her, but it was too late. Riley had already dashed up the stairs.

Up in her room, she glared unhappily at the ruined shirt. Her mother had tried her hardest to scrub out the paint, but the faded blue handprints were still very visible. Riley couldn't show up for her first day of middle school with her little brother's fingerprints covering her shirt! No matter that she wasn't a boy…that would surely buy her a one-way ticket to swirly-central.

Riley pulled on her new jean skirt and settled for a somewhat-new pink and gray striped shirt, along with white and pink sandals and a pink headband. Lastly, after brushing out her blond and brown hair, she clasped her silver locket around her neck. It had been a present from her parents for her last birthday, with a picture of her mom and dad in one side, and a picture of Riley with Kaylee and Connor in the other.

Afterwards, she stared at her own reflection in the full-length mirror. It wasn't the outfit she had envisioned, but it was good enough.

Riley slid down the stairs, nearly colliding with her parents. Lexi was adjusting Timmy's tie for him…again.

Timmy laughed. "I never thought I'd see you, of all people, so excited for school."

His oldest daughter shrugged. "It's middle school, Dad. This is different. How do I look?" She stepped back and twirled around. "Good enough for middle school?"

"Very mature," Lexi said appreciatively. "It's nice to see my daughter has such great fashion sense. Heaven knows I didn't when I was your age."

"I don't know…I think you look more high school," Timmy teased. "All the boys better watch out for me."

Riley laughed just as Kaylee came skipping into the room, singing at the top of her lungs, "Riley has to go to school today! Riley has to go to school today!"

"Shut – " Riley began, then noticed her mother's warning expression and continued, "Be quiet, Kaylee." Dimmsdale's middle school started earlier than the elementary school. Kaylee's first day of school wasn't for another week.

Life wasn't fair.

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you to school on my way to work?" Timmy asked.

"No thanks," Riley replied, grabbing her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder. "It's a beautiful day. I'll walk."

"Then you'd better get going," Lexi laughed, "if you want to get there on time."

Riley glanced at the clock and jumped up. "You're right! It's totally uncool to be late on the first day of school." She gave each of her parents a quick hug, high-fived Kaylee, and received a bear hug from Connor. But finally, after patting Hershey on the head, she was walking down the sidewalk on the way to school.

Her family crowded in the doorway to wave, but she didn't look back and see them.

It was a shame she didn't, because if she had, she probably would have seen the long, black limo that was slowly following behind her.