Next Chapter up: A Solace in my Life

This Chp. Will mostly be Trixie Third POV with a twist at the end.

Disclaimer: Owning Fairly Oddparents is not my job. There are to many responsibilities with it. And, I'm not sure I could make it as funny as Butch Hartman.

His Heart

"Cosmo, catch Poof for me please. He doesn't want a bath, even when I bribe him with peanut butter."

Wanda was in the castle bathroom. Because of fairy magic, it was able to hold at least 500 people maximum. She was in the middle of giving baby Poof a bath when he poofed out the room. She looked everywhere in the castle and asked Cosmo to look out.

"You see him yet?" she asked.

He poofed into the room with a jar full of large pickles.

"Well, he's not in Pickle World. I checked." he said confidently

Wanda sighed. A husband with a brain the size of an atom and a disappearing baby. Soon, her godparent would come and then she would have also a tween with a short attention span.

"Guess that's the life the life of a Wanda."

She smiled, knowing that she wouldn't give it up for anything and would give them everything. Poof poofed back into the bathroom, covered in mud. She looked up at him with exasperation.

"Mommy."

"Come here, Poof."

She proceeded to wash him thoroughly with Cosmo munching on the rest of the pickles. She didn't even hear Timmy come into the room. He threw his bag into his closet, slumped onto his bed, took out a book named "Life's Poetry", and started reading.

"To think, a girl got me to start reading, poetry no less. I, actually, started to get better grades because she was going to pass and I was going to get left back."

He shivered. He was not leaving Trixie for anything. It was then he noticed that his fairies weren't in the room. Usually, by now they would be in the room and he would be wishing. He sighed, first he was ignored by Trixie, now his godparents. What next?

"Timmy, me and your mother are going out for the night on the town." his dad said.

"I got this song stuck in my head and I can't get it out." his mom yelled.

He knew what song they were talking about. He had been it playing for a while. He heard Trixie playing it and had been hooked since. He wanted to dance this song with her. He heard the door slam open and knew this day was going to get worse before it got better.

"By Timmy. Have fun with Vicky." his parents called out.

The door slammed back and that's when he knew he had to get out.

"TWERP!!!"

"Time to go!" he said to himself

He grabbed his goldfish bowl and ran out the window. He could hear Vicky getting closer to his room by the time he was on the roof. He jumped down of the pulley he wished for when he had to escape his house at these times. He looked back at his house and shook his head.

"Guys. You in there?" he called into his bowl.

Silence was what was left to him. He looked and sighed. He walked around the neighborhood for a while in silence. He realized he forgot his book. Now he really need Cosmo and Wanda.

"GUYS! Hurry. I need to make a wish."

"Wanda poofed out with a sleeping Poof on her shoulder.

"Shush, Timmy," she whispered, "Poof's asleep."

"Sorry. It's just I left my poetry book back at home and Vicky's there. I don't want her to find it."

"You want me to hide in your room?"

"No, I just wish it here."

In that instant, it poofed into his hand. He smiled. No worries now. He opened the book and began reading with Wanda over his shoulder in the shape of a pink bird. She poofed Poof back to his crib to sleep the day away. He walked, reading all the romantic poets' works, reciting every one of them. He would try everything to win her heart. Even if it was boring and turning his brain to mush with the short attention span that he knew he had.

Her Heart

Trixie looked onto her computer and opened her favorites. She opened the one called "Mambo Italiano" and she began singing her family's favorite song. She was sure it wasn't known, but her family was part Italian. It had happened when her great grandfather fell in love with an Italian immigrant from Sicily.

His mother didn't approve until the immigrants father came to get her to take her back to Italy where she could marry a worthy person to continue family bloodlines. It wasn't until he came to the mansion when they realized he was the owner of half of the Marsala wine companies in Italy. Since they were already rich from being Tangs from the factor their ancestor was once ruler and when there was a decline, he saved money for the family and bought some steel making companies, this would just strengthen the already powerful family. The parents saw this as a good match and approved on the spot. Louis Xi Tang married Beatrice Amoliani for bloodlines and love. If only she end being rich or at least become middle class, then she could be with Timmy how she liked.Chi ha avuto avuto avuto
schi ha dato ha dato ha dato
Scurdammoce o' passato
simm'e Napoli Paisà

E ritornato a Napoli
dopo dieci anni a broocklin
pasquale americano
ballando il mambo all'italiano Heyyy

Hey, Mambo! Mambo Italiano!
Hey, Mambo! Mambo Italiano!

Go, go, go you mixed up Siciliano
All you Calebrese-a do the mambo like a crazy with a

She twirled around as if spun. She imagined Timmy's hands on her waist. The song continued as she danced in tune.

Hey mambo, don't wanna tarantella
Hey mambo, no more a mozzerella

Hey mambo! Mambo Italiano!

Try an enchilada
with da fish a baccala and then

Hey Goombah
I love a how you dance a Rumba
But take a some advice Paisano
Learn a how to mambo

If you gonna be a square you
ain't a gonna go nowhere

She thought about how danced when he disguised himself as Rex Perfection. She could mimic the movements as though he were with her now. She loved this song because it was free moving. What she didn't notice was Timmy right outside her window, wide-eyed and baffled.

Hey, mambo! Mambo Italiano
Hey, mambo! Mambo Italiano
Go, go, Joe, shake like a Giovanni

Hello che se dice-a you getta happy in the feets a when ya Mambo, Italianooooo!

Dicitincello a sta cumpagna vostra
Cagjiu perduto u suonn'e fantasia

She twirled into her window only to spot her love standing right out of it. She vaguely heard the song start to end, but was to in shock to notice.

"Why is he here?"

She almost started to freak out, but calmed down instantly.

"It's alright. Just got to explain to him."

She looked up again and saw him pushing himself up on the window ledge. He signaled for her to open the window.

"Timmy's pretty strong."

She opened it, grabbed his shirt, and threw him inside. She quickly shut it and turned. She looked out the window to make sure there was no others. She sighed then turned to him. He looked shocked.

"Well, he should be."

"Sorry for that. But I can't let you tell anybody I was doing that. You have to promise me that you won't tell anyone I was dancing like some crazed idiot." she told him.

"Déjà vu"

It was as though she had asked him something similar to this.

"I swear I won't tell." he smiled to her. Her heart fluttered against her chest. If she didn't stop, she was sure her face would start blushing.

"Thank you… Why are you here?"

"I, uhh, can't remember."

He was still in shock to the whole Trixie dancing out like that. He wracked his brain and couldn't think of anything that wouldn't create an awkward situation, if it wasn't already. He thought of the song and came up with an answer.

"I was wondering, what song is that? It sounds Italian. Out of anything, it's an old song, but nice still."

"Yeah. I've actually been listening to it since I was a little kid. My grandmother taught me how the dance went. I've been practicing since."

"Could you teach me?"

She looked at him in fear that someone would catch them. He took it as she didn't want to be around him.

"It's ok if you don't want to." he said in resignation.

She grabbed his hand and held on.

"NO!"

He turned to see her cradling his hand.

"I will not let this chance fly by. Not this time."

"I can teach you the dance. But you got to promise that this stays between us, okay?

"Well, of course. It will be our secret."

He gave her that smile again. She melted under it's weight and hugged him before she could stop herself.

"Uhh, Trixie?"

She turned quickly and walked to her computer to start the music again.

"Okay, we begin with the starting position. Feet squared, hands out freely, like your waving, shoulders relaxed, take my hands, and follow my movements."

His book and bowl lay forgotten to the side.

His Soul

"Ahh, so the intentions of my other is not limited. He would give his heart to her if she would have it. If only he knew she felt the same. No matter. He will come to her rescue once he realizes she is gone. It will be all to easy.

He picked up the lengthy mirror sword at his side and motioned for his minion to follow.

"Soon, Timmy, you will realize that not all wishes can simply "poofed" away. I will teach you this lesson with your love as leverage.

I know it's long and there is a reason for that. I've learned I feel content with a long fanfic then others. My chps. Will be more like this, very long.

So, if you know the mystery character, tell me. I want to see someone get this right. It was very interesting when someone else used this character.

Ohh yeah, the song in the fic is pretty addictive. I write listening to it. This won't be the last time you hear of it. This is not a songfic though, no matter what I put in it. Like one more song and that's it.