Author's Note: The premise of this collection is that each person has to answer the same question: "How much do you love Timmy Turner?" Every character gives their response in a chapter/drabble dedicated to them.

I'm trying to write about the people Timmy has actually been shipped with by fans, but of course the FOP fandom is big and varied. If you think there's anyone I missed or a pairing you really want to read about, let me know in the reviews and I'll see what I can do.

Enjoy!

How Much Do You Love Timmy Turner?

Trixie Tang

Who? I've never heard of him. Hang on, let me check the yearbook. Turner, Turner…

Oh, there he is! Wait, that's Timmy Turner? All this time I've been calling him Tommy! Why did no-one tell me?

Maybe they did. Maybe I was too popular to listen.

In case you can't tell, that was just an act. Of course I remember Timmy. I remember a lot of stuff about him. Like the time he won the Dimmy Award for comedy, seen by Tad and Chad as the second-lowest form of entertainment next to animation. Or the time he was going on and on about how much he loved Tootie while I was sitting right there. Don't ask me what that was about.

Gosh, I – I think I know more about Timmy than anyone else. The not-popular kids are just empty bus seats to me. Timmy's different.

He's definitely one of the more … persistent suitors. No matter how many times I push him away, he bounces back for more. It was annoying at first, sure. But as time went by, rejecting him became as natural as breathing. Nothing fazes the great and popular Trixie Tang.

And I hate that so much.

Sometimes, when I'm all by myself in my super-huge bedroom, I turn my cell phone off, lie back on the four-poster bed and daydream about what it would be like to be one of the misfits and go out with Timmy. I hate saying no to him. Just once, I'd like to say yes and see where it takes us.

But there's so much standing in our way.

I know for a fact that Veronica hates him.

At my last birthday, he came up to me and offered me a gift that wasn't wrapped up and put in a box. He wanted my friendship. And then – get this – he said he liked Kissy Kissy Goo Goo AND Skull Squisher. I couldn't believe it. I'd never found a boy who liked both girl stuff and boy stuff. I'd never found a boy who liked me for me and not just the pretty exterior. I was this close to telling him how I really felt. But I heard Veronica gasp, and I saw her face, and I saw the horror in those eyes … and I couldn't do it. I got Security to catapult him out of there.

That is my biggest regret.

Why did I even give in to her? It's not like she's some kind of love expert. I shouldn't let her control me. If anything, I control her! But at that moment, I was weak.

I guess some things never change.

At my first school, I was bullied. I wore glasses and had a lot of puppy fat. I looked like a total geek. The girls thought I was weird for liking the Crimson Chin so much and they wouldn't play with me. The boys were scared of me because I was a girl and they wouldn't let me join in any superhero games. I didn't fit in anywhere. Daddy always told me to ignore their comments, to stick my head up and smile, but beneath his kind face I noticed the worry in his eyes. I knew he wished he didn't have such a loser for a daughter.

Then Daddy's business took off, and we moved to Dimmsdale to be closer to the action. As we settled in, I completely reinvented myself. I ditched the glasses for contacts. I swapped the comic books and video games for tween magazines and hair products. I didn't go as far as dieting – I just started my growth spurt and so looked a lot slimmer than I felt. I changed everything. And it worked. I caught Veronica's attention, and then we wormed our way into Tad and Chad's clique, until eventually I outshone them all. I got everything I ever wanted.

Except true love.

I never really changed. I know that now. I just hid the Real Me beneath a thick layer of Fake Me. Timmy Turner was the first guy to peel away the veneer and see me for who I am: a diehard comics geek with a love of violent video games. And after he did that, he wasn't freaked out, not like the kids I'd put up with before. He still wanted to be my boyfriend. I wasn't a loser to him – I was a winner.

If only I'd earned my trophies rather than cheating my way to the top.

He won't stay away, not even after the whole thing with the catapult. He always gets back up and keeps trying to win me over, and I wish he wouldn't because it breaks my heart to keep saying no. That's why I pretend to not remember his name. It's to make him believe I don't care about him, when deep down I really do. It's to make him give up and leave me alone, when deep down I'm sure he won't.

How much do I love him? So much. So, so much.

But do I love him enough to risk everything I've worked for? Because this is the choice I have: I can either follow my heart, becoming a social outcast, a loser in Daddy's eyes, or I can stick with my popular friends and push him aside, kicking him to the ground once more.

Elementary school sucks sometimes. But love sucks even more.