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Chapter Two: Fairly Odd Parents

"The power of one man doesn't amount to much, But however little strength I'm capable of... I'll do everything humanly possible to protect the people I love, and in turn they'll protect the ones they love. It seems like the least we tiny humans can do for each other."

"I have only one problem with the heart. It is always trying to displace the brain."

IPOV

"Ian this is our first day together, but instead of the 'real'" he used air quotes for 'real' "counseling I want you to tell me something about yourself. What do you like?"

I stared at Mr. Masen for a long moment. He was certainly different from the last counselor we had, Mrs. Patch. Rumor had it she was more depressing then the students she had in her office, some kids even said that going to her office made you consider suicide when you heard her outlook on life. I guess that's why she retired.

But Mr. Masen was different not only in his confident exterior but he was young, late twenties or early thirties at the most. And unlike Mrs. Patch, Mr. Masen actually decorated his room in a way that actually made you feel welcome. I spotted his diplomas from college on the wall near his desk and from how many there where there was no doubt Mr. Masen was smart.

However near his diploma there was, in a word, a shrine to the game of baseball. The pictures there ranged from Major League to the local Little Leaguers.

I finally answered still looking at the pictures: "A lot of things. But I can tell you like baseball, you play?"

Mr. Masen noticed my stare and chuckled. "Somewhat, I played when I was younger and in High School." He laughed at some inside joke I didn't get. "I just started coaching my nephews' team with my brother; I'm new to town so I don't exactly know all the local teams. Do you play?"

"Somewhat," I repeated his words. "I like sports but we don't have enough money for Kyle and me to be on a local team."

Mr. Masen looked confused, "You can play on the school team can't you?"

"Only if you haven't gotten on the wrong side of the Johnson family like we have," I stated bluntly.

"Why would that matter?"

I began explaining how since the Johnson family donated money to the school they demanded to have coaches that they employed thus meaning they chose the players on almost each team except the track team since almost everyone can be on that team. During the entire time I explained this to Mr. Masen he looked appalled.

"So you're saying that Mrs. Platt knows about this and doesn't do anything?" Now he looked enraged.

"Mrs. Platt has tried to stop them so many times it's hard to count," I defended her quickly. "But since the district has been having budget cuts they were willing to agree to anything."

"That's terrible," he looked deep in thought for a moment before moving his gaze to me. "Are you trying to distract my baseball loving mind?" he grinned crookedly. "If you were it worked."

I smiled back, "Not really."

We returned to counseling appropriate conversation mostly talking about my relationship with Kyle and our Mom. Mr. Masen also shared some things about himself like how besides his obsession with baseball he moved back to be close to his aunt and uncle, and how he loves Italian food. Which I shared was also my mom's and my favorite despite Kyle's constant craving for burgers and hot dogs.

Mr. Masen looked at the clock, "Looks like our session is over Ian." I glanced at the clock too, surprised. The session with Mr. Masen was relatively quick and nice. I didn't even notice the hour passing until he said something. He was genuinely easy to talk to. He spoke again: "Next session we'll discuss the reason for your counseling visits, despite how much I enjoy your company I know there is a reason for you coming in."

"You haven't read my file?"

"I like having a first impression before I read the file," he explained. "It makes me consider your personality before making any judgments on the behavior that got you here in the first place."

"That's good," I nodded, that's more than what almost anyone did for us. I made my way to the door of his office, "Have a good day."

"You too."

As I walked out of the building, I spotted Kyle leaning against the wall waiting for me. When he spotted me he came to my side quickly. "How was therapy?"

"I told you at home it wasn't therapy." I shoved his shoulder. "Your lucky mom didn't hear you or she would've had a panic attack."

"You know I wouldn't have said anything around her," he pushed be back. "So how was it?"

"The new counselor, Mr. Masen is nice." I shrugged.

"Nice as in golden retriever or in mom's category of nice?"

"Mom's."

"Well I'd have to say he's a good guy until further notice." Kyle stated. We both knew our mom's level of nice was pretty high and we both knew why.

We walked to the next class we had together and since my session with Mr. Masen was during my free period it was time to go to third period, Trig with Mr. Green. The entire walk was filled with our playful banter and Kyle and me trying to tell a decent joke to get each other to laugh while we drank water so we could spit it out.

"How about this? What do women and tornadoes have in common?"

"What?" taking a sip of my water bottle.

"They moan like hell when they come, and they take the house when they leave."

I spit out the water I had in my mouth as I roared with laughter. I continued laughing until I felt the water go through my nose. "Damn it Kyle you made water go through my nose."

Kyle, of course, found it hilarious and proceeded to spit the water he just drank landing in the same position I was in. As we coughed out the water, we received a few stares, when we finally calmed down we kept walking to class when we neared we spotted Sunny guiding someone small into the class room.

"Look Kyle its Sunny!"

"Where?" He began searching for her frantically.

"Just ask her out already man!" I laughed loudly at his reaction, "You already look for her like a lost puppy."

"Shut up, Ian!" Kyle punched me in the gut.

I dodged it easily running ahead of him, "So where should I buy my suit for your wedding? I better be your best man."

Kyle began chasing me yelling obscenities, his face red from embarrassment or anger, it was hard to tell. This time we received more than a few stares. By the time Kyle finally reached me we were in front of Mr. Green's classroom. We made a show in front of the class for humor sake and truth be told Kyle did it for Sunny's attention.

"Alright everyone calm down," Mr. Green spoke with authority though he was still smiling. "O'Sheas' in your seats."

We went to our desks without question, the only reason we sat next to each other was because anywhere else and we would talk across the entire classroom. Mr. Green figured this was the safest way for all of us to not disrupt the entire class and with Sunny close to Kyle he just mellowed out and sometimes actually paid attention.

As I walked to my seat I immediately took notice of the new student sitting in front of my desk. I stopped my gaze fixed on her. She was the same girl from the store yesterday, the one Kyle said was in middle school.

"Kyle, Ian I want you to meet my cousin Wanda," Sunny smiled. "She's staying with us."

"Like from the Fairly Odd Parents?"I said.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. I swear I thought I was the smart twin.

WPOV

"That's the cafeteria but I always to eat outside when it's not raining," Sunny explained to me. I nodded appreciatively of her efforts to make my living here easier. "I know you'll love the O'Shea brothers, Ian and Kyle." She said the last name, Kyle, with a sort of admiration. I could tell he was the one Sunny constantly emailed me about.

Sunny continued speaking, "Their mom's constantly trying to stop them from getting in trouble." She smiled fondly, "Naturally they can't help having minds of their own, always stepping in to help people in trouble."

"That's good isn't it?"

She grinned, "Not when they beat up the bullies." These brothers were obviously very close to Sunny. "They've helped me a lot of times." Being the daughter of the principal always made problems for her with the other students and occasionally the teachers. "My heroes," she quoted cheekily then laughed. I laughed with her; Sunny had the strange ability to make you care about anyone she mentioned.

"Sunny!" someone shouted, we both turned to look as a feminine figure came charging toward us. "Sunny, guess what?"

"Good morning Jodi," Sunny smiled politely though I could tell it was forced. "What happened?"

"Kyle asked me out on a date Friday." She squealed in a manner that she believed was attractive.

Sunny's eyes tightened showing her discomfort, "Yeah?" she mumbled shuffling her feet, "That's great." though her enthusiasm was forced the girl, Jodi didn't seem to notice.

"I know right?" she continued to screech, oblivious to Sunny's discomfort. The bell rang to signal the warning to get to class. "I have to go, Bye Sunny."

As soon as she stepped away from us Sunny ushered me forward, tense. "Let's go Wanda," she murmured softly. "Class is this way."

Sensing her tension, we remained quiet the rest of the walk to class. Occasionally someone stared at us as they made their way to class; it was obvious I was the new student. Luckily my height hid me well when I stepped behind Sunny while we walked inside the classroom that I recalled from my schedule was Trig with Mr. Green.

Only when I stepped away from Sunny did the whispering commence. I sighed as I spoke to Mr. Green as I grabbed the syllabus from him eager to get to my seat. Fortunately for me I sat next to Sunny. We took our seats Sunny was still silent probably thinking of what Jodi told her about Kyle and herself.

Just outside the door, loud voices could be heard throughout the class. I focused my gaze on the door where the sound was growing louder. Moments later, two large bodies came running through the door laughing. When they straighten themselves up in front of the class, everyone joined them in their laughter, even Mr. Green. It was obvious they were twins, their main difference was the one on the right had a crooked nose most likely from having it broken.

"You're such an Idiot Kyle," the one on the left spoke to the one on the right. Though he was insulting his brother he smiled to show he was joking.

The other one grinned, "Your one to talk Ian. You got the brains, I got the looks." He posed in front of the class.

At this the whole class laughed a student in the back even shouted, "At least he's telling the truth."

Kyle looked up at Sunny who was staring at her desk; a disappointed look crossed his face as he realized her lack of attention before he responded back to the student with less gusto than before, "Got to give him some compliments," he laughed halfheartedly.

"Alright everyone calm down," Mr. Green spoke with authority though he was still smiling. "O'Sheas' in your seats."

They mock saluted him and retreated to their desks which of course had to be in the empty seats behind us. Kyle quickly took his seat behind Sunny and immediately began to question what was wrong. She smiled tightly and waved off his concerns.

While I watched their exchange I didn't notice that someone stopped in front of my desk until I felt a shadow over me. It was the other one of the twins, Ian I believe. My eyes widened with the realization that he was the cashier yesterday when I went to my uncle's sport store to buy a sturdy and rainproof jacket. I immediately took notice that he was at least two heads taller than me. My head would probably barely reach the center of his chest. Our gazes met for a moment, deep sapphire and grey colliding, before Mr. Green called Ian to his seat.

Throughout the entire period I could feel only two things: Ian's stare and Sunny's discomfort. Kyle was not through questioning her, I could see from the corner of my eye how he nudged her constantly to get her attention, even mumbling the answer to her when Mr. Green called on her to solve the question on the board when she was distracted. I chanced a quick look to his paper and noticed he had done the work for only the question that was asked to Sunny. He must have done the problem just seconds ago.

She didn't take the answer and solved quickly on her own, giving Mr. Green the correct answer as she glared behind her to Kyle. He smiled sheepishly in return, for a moment he seemed so childlike and gentle in his interaction with Sunny, unlike his jokester personality in front of the class he seemed to genuinely care about Sunny's emotions.

And for another moment I saw Sunny smile. It wasn't the same smile she gave to just anyone. It was the one I only saw when we were small. Well in my case smaller. Kyle's smile also lost its sheepish feel instead it glowed under Sunny's attention.

At the end of class Sunny's tension had all but evaporated under Kyle's attentive gaze. I noticed in the jubilant way she stood to introduce me to the famous O'Shea brothers.

"Kyle, Ian I want you to meet my cousin Wanda," she smiled toward them. "She's staying with us."

Ian spoke: "like the Fairly Oddparents?" he joked. I giggled no one had mentioned my name like that before.

The one with the crooked nose extended his hand toward me urging me to shake it. "I'm Kyle," he smiled. "Sunny must have told you some stuff about us, right?"

I nodded, we were all standing and the brothers towered over Sunny and me, I was right I presuming I would only reach up to the center of their chests. Sunny spoke quickly ushering us outside of the classroom. "Wanda what's your next class?"

I reached for my schedule haphazardly, finally I answered: "Gym. Then lunch"

"Same as Kyle and me, we'll walk you." Ian informed me swiftly.

"Ian will walk you, I have to walk Sunny to her class," Kyle excused himself his eyes on Sunny. They left quickly as I noticed Kyle's calculated walk that allowed Sunny to walk at her own pace.

I turned my eyes to Ian, and then there were two. "Lets go," he smiled walking in front of me to lead the way. "Before we're late."

I smiled back, "Yeah."

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