Chapter one
What the heck?

Hey guys, I know I haven't been posting lately. My laptops trashed so till my dad can fix it I can't really write anything, but luckily I was smart enough to copy all my stories onto google drive. So I'm writing this from my iPhone 3GS. Note: Timmy is 13, and this has nothing to do with any of my other fanfics.
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Timmy's POV

I feel the sun shining through my window, almost like an alarm clock telling me its time to wake up. I yawn and turn over from facing my window to the left to facing my bathroom to my right. As soon as I do I'm nose to nose with Her.
"Good morning Timmy." Says Tootie.
"Ahhhhh!" I scream as I jump out of bed. "What are you doing in my room, in my bed?!" In the last three years Tootie has mellowed a bit, but that does t mean I'm not freaked out that she's in my bed.
"Someone broke into our house last night while we were sleeping. Then, he burnt down our house. I woke up to the sound of the fire alarm. I had to jump out of my window and landed in a bush. Our house is in shambles. My parents, Vicky, and I are okay though." She explains.
"That doesn't explain why your in my bed!" I say.
"Your the only family that would except us. All our money burned with the house, so we can't stay at a motel, and my dad refuses to except money from Obama. So now Vicky's sleeping on the couch, my parents in the guest room, and me here." She giggles after that last part. Vicky has mellowed out as well. She's no longer evil, and sold her stash of weapons (with a little help from Cosmo and Wanda.)
After that her parents gained some confidence. Though after the incedent, about year ago, a kid had captured video evidence of Vicky's evildoing. Now, almost every family in dimsdale hates her, except mine.
"How long will your family be staying?" I ask, wondering how long I'll have to suffer? He gets ou of my bed and leans on the wall.
"Well, my dad needs to make enough money so we can afford a motel while our insurence will kait barely pay for the repairs to our house. I would say, 3 months." She explans, then adds, "Though, I don't think that will be a problem." She says in a suggestive tone.
"Tootie, why don't you get it. I don't love you! I don't even like you. Why can't you get that through your thick head?" I ask, annoyed.
"Timmy, can you please give me a second chance? I'm a different person now." She asks.
I think about it for a second. "Well, I guess your right. You haven't tried to kiss me or strangle me with a hug. Okay, I'll give you a shot." I reply. She smiles a thankfully.
"Thank you Timmy. Now, I think it's time for breakfast." She says. Then I hear the sound of grease sizzling in a pan.
"I guess so, lets go." I walk out of my room, Tootie close behind. I walk into the kitchen and see that my parents had brought in the table out of the living room and put seats around it.
"Good morning sport. I see you noticed our new guests." My dad says as soon as we walk in. He is wearing an apron and is making some pancakes and I see some bakon on a plate on the side of the table.
"I'm sorry we didn't tell you Timmy, I hope you don't mind." My mom says.
"It's fine, a bit of warning would have been good though." I say with a shrug.
"well, let's eat." My mom says. we all sit down as a family and begin eating. Breakfast passed fast. mainly because we all were eating, because Tootie reffused to let me go without food and made sure my parents nor her sister stole my food. Also, I actualy got to sit at the table.
"That was delicious ." Says Tootie.
"Why, thank you Tootie. Now how about you and Timmy go outside while your parents and I get reaquainted?" My mom suggests. Normally, that would send a chill down my spine, but now that this is a "New Tootie", I don't know how to react.
"Sure , I would love to play with Timmy." She happily replies. Oh, no.