Riding Blind Lambs
Chapter 2: Timmy's Terrible Tuesday
As much as Timmy wanted to dwell on thinking about that sudden disappearance, he had other pressing matters to attend to. Like thinking of how he was going to get through today without dying or being severely maimed. With Vicky being an overly mellow mushroom one would assume that he would have nothing to worry about. And that would be true, if it weren't for her boyfriend Ricky. Apparently the conniving rat found a way back into the red-head's heart by means of lying through dirty, unclean teeth, and buying a series of very cheesy, unoriginal gifts. Much to Timmy's chagrin, Vicky thought it nice to bring Ricky over on certain days that she wanted to hang with the sleazeball but didn't want to lose money by denying a job. Today happened to be one of those days.
Timmy, racing everywhere from the kitchen to the bathroom, was trying his hardest to hide all sharp and poisonous objects. With good reason too. Vicky never had actually acted on the threats she made. Ricky was another story; he had hit him once when Vicky was in the bathroom. A sharp right hook with a ring hand that came out of nowhere while Timmy was busy sweeping the outside patio. It wasn't enough to do any real damage, but enough to have a message read loud and clear to the young brunette. 'Cross me and there WILL be consequences.' a sentence said without even speaking. A lesson learned without a single opening of a book. Class was over before it was in session. If there was one thing for sure, Timmy was going to listen and abide by this message. He's brave, but blatantly seeking bodily harm is for the stupid.
It's not like Timmy wanted to listen and give in. He was a fighter. He's dealt with everything from evil space commanders to bullies. Surely he could handle a grunge wannabe that couldn't grow a beard, right? Well, that would be the case if it weren't for the energy around Ricky during the indecent. The look in his eyes... Ricky had flipped the script really quick on Timmy. What Timmy saw in the 21 year old's eyes was something a little over Vicky's level. He didn't like Ricky but he sure as hell didn't like dying either. Of the top things Timmy loved doing, the very first happened to be living. He had agreed with his godparents about riding out this storm, rather than wishing it away, not sure of how Vicky would react. He just got off of her bad side he did not need to make a round trip back to it.
That's not to say that Timmy didn't use their magic to his advantage at all. He was just a little more careful so as to not make the rat think it was him turning his head into guava juice. He was genuinely afraid of what this 'man' could do to him, but he was no coward. He wanted Ricky to know he could take it and dish it right back... just maybe without the 'knowing' part. Today though...today he didn't have his godparents to protect him. Today he would have to fend for himself. With his godparents there he had a sense of security, a rainy day jar for when hurricane Ricky came to town. Now he had to improvise a back up plan or make the house so that the over-grown mistake would have to look really hard to find a weapon, giving him time to get as far away from there as possible. He chose the latter.
After running around the house and doing everything from hiding knives to wrapping broomsticks in bubble wrap, he looked at the clock and realized it had only been thirty minutes. He sighed with relief.
"Okay I still have thir-" BAM! Timmy looked at the door that had just been kicked in very wide eyed.
"Oooooh Twerrrrrp~" an unfriendly familiar voice sang. Walking in was a very enthusiastic Ricky and a very unenthusiastic Vicky. Timmy's stomach turned; whether it was the sickness or fear, he wasn't sure. He readied himself for whatever was coming to him.
"How's it hangin', Beaver Boy" Ricky mocked.
"I'm pretty sick, Ricky. You might not want to get too close". Vicky just walked past the both of them.
"Ricky if you break anything your paying for it" She said as she turned on the TV. Ricky walked to Timmy and grabbed the young brunette's face, squeezing very hard. The 15 year old took it without reaction, just holding eye contact with him. This did not amuse the human rat very well according to the way he pushed Timmy away the same way he was holding him.
"I got better things to do than deal with you. Go do your chores, Pipsqueek" The names were something young Turner could do without. It was as though Ricky spent most of his time at a table thinking of offensive things he could call him. Turner, remaining unfazed, left the living room and began mopping the kitchen.
"Why does there always have to be some brick wall in my life solely meant to cause conflict?" He vented, letting his frustration out on the empty room around him.
"I get it, I want my godparents, I need a reason to have them. But does that reason need to be Ricky? At least with Vicky they were just threats. Sometimes I wish I had the old Vicky back." Timmy internally scolded himself for wishing bad on someone else. He knew he was taught better than that. He knew she was happier the way she was now. Wait, is she? Come to think of it, he never really asked himself if she was happier. He just assumed that less violence meant less anger. He hadn't seen her scowl since then either, then again he hadn't seen her do anything but watch TV emotionless.
He continued mopping, thinking about how his life was going at the moment. Aside from the greasy human slob in the other room, he had a nice life. Great friends, anything he wanted thanks to the 'internet', and good grades thanks to AJ's tutoring him after school. No relationship to speak of but to be honest he didn't really feel the need for one. During 8th grade he had briefly dated Trixie Tang. She was no longer the stuck up princess of Dimmsdale. She had matured and expanded her social horizons, which lead to their relationship. Unfortunately, that ended rather badly. He was glad to have gotten the chance to date her but was ultimately disappointed in the whole thing. Since then, the most romance he's gotten was the occasional flirt from Tootie. He was just glad they were flirts instead of the barrage of tackles and kisses they used to be. "Let sleeping Tooties lie." He broke his train of thought after realizing that the kitchen was spotless. He took a minute to admire his work. Doing a fine job of it too until Ricky walked in.
"Wow, Twerp, you really outdid yourself this time" He said, then started walking towards the fridge.
"Umm thanks?" was all Timmy could really say. He knew something was coming, he just didn't know when and where. Of all the things to drink, Ricky decided it'd be best to down some grape soda. Not a can though, a two liter, and not in his mouth. On the floor. While the nice clean floor was being carpet bombed with the purple drink, Ricky was holding concrete eye contact with Timmy. But much to Ricky's dismay, Timmy had an ear to ear smile on his face. The grease man then had a look of question, irritation, then anger. He threw the bottle at Timmy, hitting his tooth.
"Clean this mess up now!" Ricky yelled while storming out of the kitchen.
"I swear that guy's an over grown toddler" Timmy said low enough to not be heard. Grabbing his tooth, he made sure there wasn't any damage to write home about. There wasn't. He didn't like getting bottles thrown at him that much but he loved the look on Ricky's face. He felt victorious until he looked back at the floor.
After 20 minutes of mopping he took out the trash, cleaned the gutters, cooked Ricky and Vicky's lunch, cleaned his room, cleaned both bathrooms, cleaned both bathrooms again, and cleaned the front patio. Surprisingly enough, he wasn't tired. Even more surprising was the fact that Ricky hadn't trashed anything after he went to them and said he was done. Vicky just looked at the TV and Ricky gave him an irritated look.
"Great. Go to your room." Ricky said quickly. Timmy did as he was told and went upstairs. When he entered his room he decided to have some actual fun and turned on his newest gaming system, courtesy of 'The Cosmo and Wanda Fund For A Happier Timmy Turner'. A very exclusive charity believe it or not. He didn't get to enjoy it that much though, because 5 minutes after he entered his room a very loud crash came from down stairs. Timmy thought about going to check it out.
A slight discomfort had set in. As he made his way towards the door he began to hear a bunch of fumbling downstairs. Many situations and possibilities ran through his mind on what those two could be doing to be making those noises. Some of those possibilities traumatized him and would most likely not be erased from his brain without the help of a personal brain sponge.
He sneaked downstairs ever so lightly and peeked out at the living room. It surprised Timmy to see a rather lively Vicky. Well maybe not lively, but definitely angry. Angry is the right word to go with this situation.
"Who the hell do you think you are?!" Shouted the red head.
"C'mon, V, dont be like that. We're grown now. What's wrong with a little foolin' around"
"It's because I'm grown that I don't want to" Vicky's face reddened. Rather it was from anger or embarrassment he wasn't sure.
"And just what's that supposed to mean" Ricky stood up. Timmy guessed it was an attempt to strike fear into the female. It instead made her angrier.
"It means you're a greasy, no good deadbea-" WHAM! WHAM!
You know if the world were to say, oh i don't know, maybe have one action that made it implode it would probably be what made Vicky stop in her tracks. See, Greasy McGee thought he would make her pay for offending him. Lets take a look back on the type a person Ricky was and have a moment of silence for this poor damn soul...Alright then. Vicky stood there very, very, im gonna go with VERY livid. She would give props to the idiots that came to her and had the nads to sock her in the kisser but it was a different story with people like him.
Timmy began to feel a very real heat emanating from the girl. The entire atmosphere of the room had changed to that one with a dead elephant in the room. He hadn't seen her this angry in a long time so he knew something bad was gonna happen. Every part of his brain was screaming to just run upstairs and pretend not to have seen anything, but he couldnt move. Her fist clenched she looked at him with fire in her eyes. Voice just below a growl but with a very unsettling smile, she counted down. Ricky was now sweating. She reared back and everything went dark...