(Author's Note)

Well what can I say about this story? This is the first time that I've written Veronica into anything. She always seemed so under played to me. It always seemed like they intended her to be a bigger character, but didn't do it. Most people see Veronica as an insane sidekick to Trixie Tang, I always saw her as someone that was used, and made to act the way she was due to not being allowed to love someone, that was 'under' her 'status'.

So I decided to give her a bigger part in my fiction. Most of you know that I am a Timmy/Vicki fan first... then a Timmy/Tootie fan second. But I'm going to have Veronica take over a bit, she deserves the spot light once in a while. Plus I like crazy, so this is going to be fun to continue.

(Veronica's PoV)

Several days had passed since Timmy tried to call her, and he called a few more times each day. She had just hopped off the bus. She hadn't noticed that someone had gotten off behind her. She never bothered to notice anyone, why should she? No one ever talked to her anymore. She had one friend... if you could call her a friend. She was a gothic girl, that had real issue with being touched, named Molly but even then they barely talked. Veronica didn't really know if she was gothic or not. She didn't trust anyone, and thought everyone was out to get her... then again with Trixie... everyone was out to get her... or at least humiliate her.

She walked up her walkway, and was about to walk up the stairs when she heard the footsteps behind her. A few days ago, she would have assumed the mailman was late... sometimes he would be delivering mail when she came home. Or maybe a package was being delivered. It could have even been Molly, then again, in the past two years, Molly's only ever came over three times. But a few days ago, it could have been one of those people... but she knew it wasn't. It was the person she'd been avoiding the last few days... the person that she still loved, even if she didn't trust him. That's what made it difficult for her.

"What do you want, Timmy?" She tried to put as much venom in her voice as she could. She knew though, that he wouldn't listen to it... whatever Trixie had him doing... he was completely committed to it.

"How'd you know it was..."

"Who -else- would be following me?" Veronica huffed as she turned to face him, and ended up looking at his chest... she remembered how short he was just a few years ago... she had been almost a foot taller than him then... but now, he stood taller than her. She looked up into his blue eyes, that looked like deep pools of water... Stop that, she snapped at herself, now is, -so- not the time. "So, what do you want?"

"Okay... I just wanted to hang out... Obviously you know me and Trixie have been arguing." He started. Of course she knew... the whole school knew. Why? Because Trixie loved being the center of attention, good or bad. Little drama queen. Like today, Trixie started ranting, in the middle of class, about how Timmy had been ignoring her... -her-. She didn't understand why the teachers never bothered quieting her, when she'd go on these rants. Maybe cause her father, just paid for the computer lab upgrades. "So... what do you think?"

"Uh..." she guessed she should have paid more attention to what he was saying, instead of ranting about that little raven haired witch. Now what was she supposed to do? What was she supposed to say? "I... um, don't think Trixie would like you hanging out with me."

"Didn't you hear anything I said?" Timmy just looked at her strangely. Yep, definitely should have listened. "I said me and Trixie are... I guess taking a break... I can't stand how she's acting... at first I thought it was, more like... her around others. But she wants to control everyone... always."

She remembered those days, thinking those same things. Thinking that Trixie wasn't rotten to the core, but she was wrong. But she still didn't trust that Timmy was done with Trixie. Hell, how badly had she treated him in their youth, and he still crawled to her begging for attention? She'd seen most of it... and Trixie only wanted him, and kept him this long, just because she -knew- Veronica liked him. She was selfish like that. But Timmy could still be working with Trixie... except the bad mouthing Trixie, it seemed like a plan she would use to degrade someone.

"I don't know... I honestly don't think it's a good idea. I mean..." She couldn't think up a good excuse... why couldn't she? She was good at making up excuses for things she didn't want to do... maybe because this wasn't something she didn't want to do. She had wanted to hang around with Timmy, for years. As long as he'd been fixated on Trixie, she'd been fixated on him. But she kept it inside most of the time... too afraid to voice what she wanted.

"You mean?" Why couldn't he just go back to not even remembering she existed. Why couldn't she have just told him he couldn't sit with her that day at the lunch table when him and Trixie had their little spat.

"I mean... just forget it. We can hang out... this once... only this once." she walked to her front door and opened it. If they were going to hang out, it would be here... because they couldn't sabotage anything in her own house, she thought as Timmy followed her in. She ignored the comments about what he had to say about the house. Her parents had money... but honestly... she thought they went overboard with it. Just trying to impress someone with worthless crap.

"I don't think I've ever been in your house."

"No, you haven't. Wait here, I'm going to toss this in my room," she held up her bag, then started up the stairs.

She walked down the hallway, and into her room tossing her bag on her bed. Unlike the rest of the house, her room was more to her tastes, and liking. Deep red comforter on the bed, purple and black wall paper on the walls. Black furniture, her desk, bed, and dressers. The only thing that wasn't black, was the two dark wooden bookshelves that stood against the wall opposite to her bed.

She debated on just staying in her room, and letting him figure out she wasn't coming back on his own, and just leave. Then again, she knew that he could be fairly thick-headed and he might still be there when she woke up in the morning. That's the last thing that her Saturday needed. She started towards her open door, when she saw him walk past it... the come back in look inside.

"Found you." he said looking into her room. She hadn't been hiding... okay so she had debated on hiding in here, still... wait...

"I thought I told you to wait there." she glared at him, which seemed to have no affect on him. Well that was something that happened when you spent too much time around Tang, glaring and insults didn't affect you as much as they should.

"I got bored, and I wanted to see your room. It suits you."

"Look. Jokes over. Ha-ha, funny. But what are you and Tang planning?" She put her hands on her hips and looked at him. He just raised an eyebrow and looked at her.

"I don't know what she's planning. But I'm not planning anything, but looking for people to talk to. If you hadn't noticed, most of my old friend are still to afraid of that she-devil, to talk to me." He said leaning against the door frame.

"Fine, don't tell me. I'll figure it out sooner or later," she rubbed her face with her hand. "Alright downstairs, I'm not sure how I feel about you being near my room."

Once down stairs, she offered him a drink, and once they both had one they sat in the living room, him on the sofa, and her in one of the chairs farthest from the sofa. It was quiet for the first several minutes. She couldn't think of anything to say, and he hadn't said anything. Maybe he was just looking for friends. If he was here for some kind of trick, from Trixie, he would be asking questions, trying to get information wouldn't he?

"So..." Timmy started, and Veronica wondered if she spoke too soon about him gathering information. "I talked to a few people about what happened with you and Trixie. I must have been home sick that day or something. "Why didn't you ever warn me about her?"

"I did... I told you that you weren't good enough for her." she looked down at her drink realizing that she had just insulted him. "I mean, -no one- is good enough for Miss Pretty-Popular. You just never took the hint."

"Could have been more specific than that." He smiled at her, and she kept wondering when the punchline would come. He couldn't be serious. And why did he want to hang around her, had he forgotten all the crap she'd done to him?

"Well you were always so thick-headed, and love blind. Not like you'd have taken the information to heart anyways." he just stared at him... yeah he had nothing to say. Because he couldn't argue, maybe he knew she was right. That he wouldn't have listened. He had been as obsessed with Trixie, as that Tootie girl had been with him. Though, she was sure that he'd never admit that. "So why are you here, other than looking for friends?"

"Honestly, I was looking for the one person that wanted nothing to do with her... I saw you, dark clothes, alone. At first I thought you were knew, and you didn't like Trixie because she's not kind to new people. Then you told me who you were... I'd been wondering what happened to you, since Trixie didn't mention you anymore." Timmy continued on and on about stuff, that she stopped paying attention too, since it all seemed to be the same thing. Still she couldn't shake something was off. Then again she didn't trust much anymore. "...even though I always chased after -her-, I always thought you were kinda cute too."

"Wait.. what?" the last thing he said snapped her out of her own thoughts, no... this had to be the game Trixie put him up to. Using the fact that she was in love with Timmy against her... of all the mean things she'd done. This had to be the cruelest, she felt the tears start to run down her cheeks. "So Trixie told you that I had a crush on you... and you just think it's funny to play along with it, and mess with me..."

"No... I didn't know... I was..." he started, but she didn't let him finish.

"No, just get out. Go back and tell Tang she won, she upset me... now get out!" She didn't remember going to the door, or opening it. But she watched Timmy hurry past her and out the door.

When she closed the door, she turned and leaned back against it. She started sobbing, she had thought she was over him enough that this wouldn't affect her. She thought that she could handle whatever game Trixie put him up to... had thought he didn't know why, but was doing it because Trixie asked him too. He hadn't even known who she was at first, maybe he thought it was something to do with her being a new girl... No but she'd told him who she was... Was every bit of it a game? If it was, it was cruel and sadistic.

"Fine." She picked herself up off the floor, and went into her room. She wiped her eyes and laid on her bed. "I'm done with those idiots... I'll just stay here in my room. It's safe in here."

(Several Days Later)

True to her vow she made herself, she hadn't left her room other than to eat, bath and use the bathroom for a while. She couldn't even remember how long she'd been holed up in her room. Her cellphone's voice mail, and text messages were full, all from him. He claimed that, there was no plan, that he didn't know she'd crushed on him in her youth... and didn't know she still liked him. Lies... had to be all lies. Her parents were spending time at one of the vacation houses over seas, so they didn't know she'd been neglecting school, not like they paid any attention to her anyways.

Her day went by as normal as it had each and every day since she'd closed herself off. She went downstairs to make herself breakfast. Eating silently, watching something on TV, she never really paid attention to the TV, it was just something to fill the void. Once she cleaned up, she went upstairs, brushed her teeth. Stripped and glared at her reflection in the mirror before showering. Sometimes she didn't even bother dressing before she went into her room. No one was here, no one was coming. Why should she bother dressing?

After a several minutes laying on her bed naked, she decided there was too much of a draft, and would get dressed. She didn't know why she didn't bother dressing in the first place... each day, there had been too much of a draft to stay nude... so why did she continue?