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Chapter Two: Precious Memories

As Tootie continued to prepare the dolls, she then thought back to when she bought her very first 2 piece bathing suit. She was already 13, and had started to develop. It was a vibrant purple 2 piece bathing suit. She put it on, and looked herself over in the mirror before saying, "Timmy will be surprised to see me in this." Tootie remember what he said to her at the ball park earlier that year. She remembered how she looked so beautiful in that dress Vicky gave her. "If he thought I looked pretty then, wait till he sees me now." She thought as she posed looking at herself in the full body mirror.

Tootie knew Timmy went to the pool around noon time with his friends Chester & A.J. To Chester, that meant it was bath time. Vicky was home from college, and she too decided to go to the pool on that hot summer day in July for a cool dip. Once there, Tootie saw that Timmy was already swimming with Chester & A.J. They didn't see her coming because they were too busy playing a game of water basketball.

Tootie then put her towel on the table and took her long cover up shirt off. It was at that time she tried to call out to her beloved and get his attention. "Timmy, Hi," she called out and waved to him. Timmy then looked up to see Tootie. He gave her a small but faint smile and waved to let her know he saw her. Just as Tootie was about to dive into the pool, Vicky grabbed a hold of both her straps.

Just as Tootie hit the water, her straps became completely undone, and her top floated away from her with the splashing of the pools water. It was at that moment, she knew something was wrong as she felt more water contact on her chest than usual. As she surfaced, she quickly held herself coving up her top half. "Oh No! Where'd my top go?" She thought to herself as she looked feverishly for it. Bad enough, it was hard to find it with no glasses on plus blurred vision from the water.

One of the other kids in the pool took her top, and threw it over the wall. Tootie was embarrassed, as well as blinded & upset. All the kids pointed and laughed at her, even A.J. & Chester joined in on the fun.

Timmy however, was not amused. He could see that Tootie was visibly upset. He remembered the time he lost his swim trunks in that very same pool. Of course, this was after the high dive incident 2 years ago. He too remembered how embarrassing that was. "Knock it off, guys. It's not funny." Timmy said in a harsh voice to Chester & A.J.

Timmy then climbed out of the pool, and quickly got his towel. He called out to Tootie to get her to come over to the edge where he was at. Tootie barely saw Timmy, and made her way over to him, as she covered he bare chest with both arms crossed. "Here Tootie, take this." She took the towel with one free hand, while the other still covered her top half. She then wrapped herself up to cover her shame. She didn't care if the towel got wet. "Thank you Timmy." She said meekly with tears in her eyes, as he helped her out of the pool.

Timmy then gave Tootie the dry towel that she came with as well as her glasses. He then walked her over to the first available changing room. "You dry off, I'll be right back."

Timmy then went out to retrieve her top to bring it back to her. Once Timmy gave her back the top, she put it on quickly, threw her long shirt over herself, and began to scurry off for home.

She was so embarrassed, upset, and humiliated about the whole incident. As she was walking home with tears in her eyes, she heard a faint voice call out to her, "Tootie…wait up." She looked behind her and saw that it was Timmy.

He was dripping wet all the while running after her in flip flops and carrying his stuff. She stopped to let him catch up. "Tootie, are you sure you're ok?" Timmy asked as he huffed and puffed out of breath. Tootie just looked at him; all she wanted was to let Timmy see how pretty she looked in her new bathing suit. Vicky, yet found another way to make her look like a fool in front of him. She looked at him with the tears streaming down her face, and just shook her head yes. She didn't want to get into details with him.

Timmy then said to her in a clam nurturing voice, "just ignore them Tootie, they have nothing better to do, that's all. Here, let me walk you home." The gesture made her smile some. She said nothing to him the whole way to her house.

Once they got there, Tootie thanked him for looking out for her well-being. "Thanks a lot Timmy. I don't know what I would have done back there if it wasn't for you." Timmy looked at her and replied, "Your Welcome. I had worse happen to me. I remembered how it felt, and I didn't want to see you go through it more than you already had to back there."

With that being said, Tootie walked up the walk way towards her house. Just as she got to the front step, Timmy called out to her one last time, "Hey Tootie, by the way…you look great in that suit! The purple really brings out your eyes. See ya!"

Tootie just smiled at him as he walked away towards his house. She was pleasantly surprised at how Timmy had helped her out in yet another time of need. "My Mom may be right after all. He must be starting to come around." She thought to herself as she walked into her house.

As she continued to sit there on the floor prepping the dolls still, she then thought about the time when he first asked her out...Officially that is.

Thinking back 7 years ago to when she was 16. It was just another typical day of high school; the date was October 7th, sophomore year. Tootie still was in braces and had her thick cat eye glasses too. Her parents did not want her to have contacts until she had her driver's license. Why, to this day she still didn't know.

Instead of wearing her black plaid uniform, she would wear tight black leggings, sometimes with or without a short denim skirt, and long shirts down past her butt, and either boots or flats. Her mom would always tell her to show off her legs, as that was what made her land Tootie's Dad.

She stood about 5' 4" tall. She was slender, but with curves in the areas that counted, especially from the waist below. She was walking to her first class, when some of the upper classmen would harass her. They would tug at her shirt or take her glasses from her and play keep away.

Bad enough that she felt scared and alone in this setting, but they were not helping in this transition from middle to high school. It was also hard making friends or even keeping them, once you have been branded with the reputation for being Vicky's kid sister.

The students would call her names like nerd and four eyes. Just then, this same small group of upper classmen tripped her, knocked over her books.

It was at this very time, that Timmy was walking up the hallway from the cafeteria. He had just finished his breakfast, when he saw what just took place. This made him mad.

Tootie was just about to cry when all of a sudden, she heard a voice call out from above her, "Don't you jerks have anything better to do?" Tootie froze and gasped, because she knew that voice anywhere. It was Timmy. One of upper class men said to him, "But out Turner, you may be a stand out on the baseball diamond, but in these halls you're nothing."

Tootie couldn't believe that Timmy was standing up for her…again! She looked at up at him, as she was on her knees getting her books from off the linoleum floor.

She couldn't make out what was being said, but she could have sworn that Timmy whispered something under his breath to a pink, green, and purple decal on his sleeve.

Just as he did that, an announcement was made. "Will the owner of a black mustang with the license plate # B-G-N-A-S-T-Y please come to student lot A, your car is now being towed…as well as it is on fire. Thank you." As that announce was made, the upper classman yelled, "That's my car!" All 4 dispersed, and ran away at that very moment to see how much damage was being done to their friends ride, as well as their ride home.

"Are you alright?" Timmy asked, while trying to help Tootie back up on her feet. Tootie looked adoringly at the young man who has stood up for her numerous times.

Timmy was about 5' 10" tall, with broad shoulder & chest; he finally grew into his face. His tooth wasn't so buck anymore; He still wore his signature pink hat. He also wore dark denim jeans and a white t-shirt. Most of all, he still had baby blue eyes that you could drown yourself swimming in them as he looked at you. "Yes, thanks Timmy…but, why did you do that?" She asked. "I don't like when others out number & pick people who THEY know can't fight back. Besides, I promised Vicky that I would look after you while she was in college." He said beaming with confidence.

Tooite just put her head down in shame and replied, "Oh" with disappointment in her voice. She thought that he did that because he was doing it to defend her honor as he did when they were younger.

She then knelt down to pick up the rest of her books. Timmy then looked her up and down as she kneeled on the floor. He then kneeled down next to her to help Tootie pick up her books. As he did that, he leaned over and whispered in Tootie's ear, "And Tootie, I also did that, because I didn't want anybody picking on my date to the Fall Formal." Tootie's eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped as she gasped again, "W…What did you say?"

Timmy smiled at her and winked, as he repeated himself. "Will you be my date to the dance on the 29th?" Her eyes lit up and she smiled brightly, as she said, "Yes! Yes I'll go with you!" The whole school practically heard her response. "Good, now let me walk you to class." Timmy said with a smile.

Later, after school, Timmy decided he would walk Tootie to her home. As they walked holding hands, Tootie could not contain the smile on her face that whole time. She was happy as could be. On the way, they stopped at the park to get a frozen treat, and sat on the park bench to talk. Timmy, looking at her as she at her frosty snack, asked her a question that he had been pondering for quite a while.

"Tootie, I always wondered…How did you get that nick name?" Tootie looked at him and blushed. She finished her treat and then proceeded to answer his question. "Well, if you must know. When I was about a year old, my parents used to call me Trudy all the time, you know short for Gertrude. Well, Vicky could not pronounce her R's properly, so when she would call my name, it would come out as Tootie. I used to laugh every time she called me by that name. So ever since that day, I have been called Tootie."

As soon as she was done telling the story, Timmy then asked her another question. "Hey, can I see something?" Tootie looked at Timmy as he moved closer to her. "What?" She said as he looked deep into her eyes. Timmy reached up and gently grabbed Tootie's glasses. She jerked at that moment he did that. "What are you doing?" She asked in a confused voice. "I never saw you up close without your glasses Tootie. I just want to see what you look like without them."

Having said that, Tootie allowed Timmy to remove her glasses from her face. She closed her eyes while he removed them. Once the glasses were off, she opened her eyes. Timmy gazed upon her face. She looked like a completely different person without them. "We'll, what do you think?" Tootie asked. Timmy smiled and places them back on her face. "You look good either way Tootie." She smiled at the compliment she just received from her beloved. Timmy too smiled right back at her; he realized long ago that she was cute in her own special way.

Tootie then heard a loud noise and her trane of thought was broken.

(Back now to Tootie on her wedding day)

As she was finishing dressing up the dolls, the alarm went off on her I-Phone. "Oh, time to get a shower and get ready for the salon." She said as she placed the finished dolls on her bed, and started to get undressed to take a shower. As Tootie stood in the shower, she reminisced about that same Fall Dance.

She remembered asking Timmy, why after all this time with her chasing after him, did he finally be the one to ask her out. Timmy said as they danced slowly with each other, "Tootie, as the years have gone by, I would complain to my mom & dad, and my um-uh, god-parents about you. They told me a few things that I didn't come to realize until I got older & wiser."

"What was that?" Tootie asked with eagerness in her voice.

As Timmy and her continued to slow danced with one another, he smiled softly at her and said, "They all told me that if I kept ignoring you, and didn't treat you the way a proper woman should be treated, that one day, when you got older, you would grow up to be a gorgeous woman. Also, you would probably want nothing to do with me; and that I'll be sorry one day if I didn't pay attention to you & treated you better."

Tootie was in awe that those words actually came out of Timmy's mouth. She replied, "You're family said that?" "Do you really think I'll be a beautiful woman when I get older?" She said with her voice hinging on what his next answer would be.

Timmy bit his bottom lip hoping that she didn't take this answer the wrong way. After all, he practiced with Wanda for an hour going over this scenario at home. Timmy finally said, "Tootie, I remember the day that Vicky went to her senior prom. I was 12 years old, and I was walking over to A.J.'s for a sleepover that night. When I saw Vicky all dressed up, I didn't see the vicious, vile monster that used to baby sit us. I saw a beautiful, woman with red hair, and a figure to match. I was stunned! Then I thought about what my family said to me, and looked at you on that day too. I could only image that you would look 10 times better than that; plus you already were infatuated with me. That was the day; I changed my outlook on you altogether."

Tootie was speechless. All she could do was look at him in the eyes with tears starting to well up in hers, as she then at that moment felt that Timmy had finally saw her for the young compassionate woman she really was.

"Oh Timmy," she replied as she leaned up to plant a kiss on his lips; When all of a sudden, she heard a loud knocking on the bathroom door, and her train of thought was broken. "Tootie, your friends are here, and we need to be at the hair dressers in 15 minutes. What did you do fall asleep in the shower?"

"Vicky" Tootie called out, "is that you?" "Yeah, come on, we're going to be there for at least 2 to 3 hours, so let's go! We don't want to miss our appointment." She said in a voice loud enough to wake up the entire neighborhood.

Tootie quickly rinsed off her hair, dried herself off, and popped her contacts in. She quickly strapped on a bra, and put her panties on. She then put on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt and ran downstairs. As she got down there, she was surprised to see all her friends ready to go to the salon and look their best for her special day.

"Are you ready to go look your best?" Said Veronica as Tootie rushed around to get her belongings. "Yes, sorry everyone. I was pre-occupied with getting some last minute details ready." She said as she gave the dolls to her mom.

"What are these for?" Tootie's Mom asked.

"Mom, please put these on the table with the cake, this was the very first gift Timmy ever gave me. It has sentimental value, and I want it on the cake table." She said with utmost importance in her voice.

"Ok honey, I'll put the dolls in my purse, and give them to the wedding planner to put on the table when your father and I arrive." She replied knowing how much it meant to her daughter.

Just as Tootie said that, they all piled into the mini bus that Vicky uses for her day care services, and headed off to Dimmsdale Salon and Spa.

Chapter 3 will be coming shortly. Please comment to let me know if you like what you see so far. Be honest. I take no offense.

Coming Soon: A Typical Turner Morning