I've noticed how few word girl stories there are, which is a shame since it is really a great show, so I've decided to write my own. The continuity might be a bit off, since I haven't seen the new episodes (if anyone knows how to find them online, please tell me).

I don't own word girl

Small gaps of red and snowy lace showed through her fingers as Becky crushed the valentine between her fingers. The brick stairs and concrete pavement felt cold and harsh, even through the thick fabric of her winter clothes. Tear began to spill out of her eyes, as if making up for all the times she'd denied them. Despite being virtually indestructible, despite being able to destroy a meteor with one strike her heart felt like it had been ripped in two like the paper she now held, despite how totally cliché that sounded.

It just wasn't fair! Reason tried to enter into her mind, but emotion defeated it easily. She'd spent a late couple of nights making sure the valentine was perfect. The high quality crimson paper she'd save for weeks to buy was sliced to a flawless heart. The lace she had procured illicitly from her mother's sewing box was glued on without a visible splotch of paste. She had taken hours writing the message in her halting cursive, taking a great deal of care to erase every error without leaving a single smudge. She placed it between the pages of her favorite dictionary to flatten it and keep it from wrinkling. But all that effort was for nothing.

He acted before she did. She was all ready to walk up to his desk, present the valentine, and see what would happen next, when he turn towards her.

"Oh, hi Becky. Happy Valentine's Day! Here, I've got one for you." Scoops smiled as he handed her a small card. Her heart soared for a moment, only to come crashing down as she her gaze fell on it. A smiling picture of herself as Word Girl and captain Huggy-face looked back at her, in a pose that she was sure they'd never struck.

Happy Valentine's Day! Your a super friend!

A blue lollipop (the kind you could get 250 of in a big bag for $5) was taped on. Becky could tell that if she wanted to sample the confection, she'd have to mutilate the card. It was made out to Becky from "Todd" in handwriting she could tell wasn't his.

She could feel a knot tying itself tight in her throat. Her heart felt as though someone had made a small incision with a scalpel. Thankfully, the bell rang at the moment. She sat in her desk just as the teacher walked in.

For once, Becky wasn't focused on the vocabulary lesson. She spent most of the lesson memorizing the twists and turns of the false wood that made up her desk, trying not to let her tears fall. A splash of lacy red caught her eye when she turned her head slightly. Her eyes were drawn to the desk of her best friend, and before she could stop herself

Violet

I think you're really special. Will you be my valentine?

Scoops

Seeing the card made her wounds hurt anew. Part of her was jealous- how dare violet steal scoops from her! - And part of her was depressed- of course he likes her better. Violet was much prettier than her, and a better artist, and she didn't have to go off to save the world every five minutes. Deep in her heart, however, she knew - it wasn't that violet stole scoops from her, or that scoops though she was prettier than Becky, he just like her better. The truth washed over her, like a poison rain. It was never going to be her. It will never be her. It was as impossible as TJ being word girl. They were simply meant not to be

The minute the bell rang for recess, Becky was on her feet. Violet started to talk to her no doubt about her lovely valentine, but Becky pushed her aside. Maybe someday she could talk to her again, but that day wasn't today.

While the other kids spilled out on the playground, laughing and talking and exchanging valentines. She hid herself behind the stone steeps. She didn't want to deal with anyone; she just wanted to wallow in her misery, at least until math class.

A shadow fell over her. Becky wiped away her tears as she looked up.

"What do you want?" she tried to sound tough and menacing, but her voice had taken on a breathy, melancholy tone, making it obvious that she'd been crying

"Well, i-er- here" a light tenor with a slight British accent rounding it out stammered. It was almost as though he had planned something a bit meaner, but stopped himself when he saw the evidence of her sorrow. He handed her a well decorated (almost garish) card. Written were 13 simple words

Rebecca "Becky" Boxford

Please be my valentine

Sincerely

Theodore "Tobey" McAlister (the third)

She was touched, really. For someone who claimed to hate her, his was a sweet gesture. Attached to the card were a dozen white daisies.

"I know you probably have a plethora of people asking you that, since you're so pretty and smart, but-"

Becky cut him off with a hug. She was still hurt (only time could fix that) but this small gesture made her feel a bit better. Tobey stiffened at first, but then relaxed into the embrace.

"Thanks Tobey. Happy valentine's day"

"Same to you" he murmured in her ear

End

Becky (word girl)/Tobey is really one of my all-time favorite ships. It's a shame that it can't really develop, since PBS has a strict no hugging/kissing policy.

I'm not sure whether "Becky" is short for Rebecca, but since most people use Becky as short for Rebecca, I decided to go with it. Plus, I love the idea of Tobey using her real first name along with him. It just makes him seem so awkward and formal, and therefore cuter.

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