Okay let get this over with.

Disclaimer- I DO NOT OWN FAIRLY ODDPARENT OR ANY BAND, SONG, PLACES, OBJECT, OR MOVIE MENTIONED IN ANY OF MY CHAPTERS IS ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM AND I MAKE NO MONEY PUTTING THEM IN MY STORIES!!!

(Sigh) I'm glad I got that off my chest.

A/N1: This is my first fan fiction ever so be nice.
A/N2: This is a Timmy/Tootie pairing.
A/N3: Will contain lemons in later chapters so if you're under 18 stop reading. (Not that anyone cares)
A/N4: The chapter titles are also song titles that inspired the story so check the final chapter for the full list. ; p

Song list:

The Letter - by - Heather Headley

I'd Do Anything.

Chapter 1
The Letter

To whom it may concern,

By the time you read this, my life will have ended. For years, I have followed him as he has grown, and yet he avoids me as if I have the plague. Those bright blue eyes, his chocolate brown hair, and the lean yet strong muscles he's developed. I can't get him out of my head and all he ever thinks about is Trixie Tang. What does he see in her? So she has D-cups, perfectly manicured nails, and is the prettiest and most popular girl in school. Is that why he ignores me? Because I'm not popular, don't have enough money to have my hair or nails done professionally, and at the age of sixteen, only have B-cups.

I can't take the pain of rejection anymore. I used to always play it off, saying that he was shy or maybe he just didn't like girls yet. Then came the day he finally broke my heart. It was just before my sixteenth birthday and I was following him, waiting for the right time to ask him to come to my party. That was the day I saw him with HER. There they were, standing under the track and football stadium bleachers, giggling and holding hands. He never saw me, even though I was only ten yards away hiding in the bushes. Then he did it, he kissed her, and not just a peck on the cheek, but full lip contact, and it looked very passionate as she kissed him back. In my mind, I watched as he plunged his hand into my chest, ripped my heart out, and threw it to the ground before mercilessly stomping it into a pink paste.

How could this have happened? How could I have been so blind? He never had and never would love me. Even now, as I write this note, I try desperately to hold back my tears, but what's the point? I bet no one will even notice when I don't show up for school. They will find me dead and covered in dried blood days after I commit to the final deed. My only question is will I see Heaven, or will my actions forever condemn my soul to Hell, where my torture will be to watch him, happy without me, for all eternity.

Before anyone gets the wrong idea, I want to add that I'm not psychotic and I didn't come to this decision lightly. I even tried dating other boys, but it never worked out. None of them made me feel special or made my heart sing as it did when I was with him.

To my mother and father, I apologize. I just can't take the pain anymore. To my sister Vicky, you were mean and at times cruel, but when someone hurt me, you were the one to make me feel better. You were not perfect at it, but you tried. And to Timmy, my one true love, my blood is on YOUR hands. I loved you more than most people believe they could love someone and you never once noticed. I ask, no demand that you, Timothy Turner, live with this guilt. You must live with the fact that you caused someone to take their own life because you were just too blind and ignorant to see the truth.

I will miss all of those I loved and cherished.

Tiffany "Tootie" McDonald