Do I have to do this? (Someone in the background nods). Damn, ok.

Disclaimer- I DO NOT OWN FAIRLY ODDPARENT or any song, band, places, objects, or movies mentioned and I make no money by adding them to my story. I just like adding that which inspires my ideas and what I personally like. That and it helps with descriptions.

Song List:

Nothing to Lose - by - Operator
Bleeding Love - by - Leona Lewis
Addicted - by - Simple Plan

I'd Do Anything.

Chapter 2
Nothing to Lose

Tootie sat in the library during lunch rereading her letter for what felt like the hundredth time and let out a small sigh. She was five foot five, had her raven hair in its classic pigtails, and as of six months ago, was finally braces free. Today she wore, a white long sleeve shirt, on top of that a black button up vest, a gray plaid knee length skirt, knee high black socks, and her black flats. Even though she was wearing her favorite outfit, she never felt as bad in her life as she did right then. Quickly, she refolded the letter and hid it in the back page of her assignment notebook, hoping that no one had seen it. Looking at her watch, she saw that lunch was almost over. She turned off 'Bleeding Love' and put her black third generation iPod nano away. Slowly she got up and went to class, still not believing that Crocker had switched for fifth grade teaching to high school English.

As she entered the room, her eyes immediately fell on Timmy. He was wearing a tight white tee shirt, loose fit blue jeans, and his blue with orange sleeves football team jacket, but no pink hat, he finally ditched it after making the team. He was taller than she was now, but not by much, standing he was about five foot nine inches. He was in his normal seat, front center, and right next to hers. They had every class, except electorals, together and coincidently in every class, he sat beside her. As she sat down at the long table and started pulling out her books and homework, she noticed Timmy turn to face her out of the corner of her eye.

"Hey Tootie, how was your day so far?"

Her heart started racing at the sound of his voice. 'Oh god, he's talking to me. Okay, don't spaz out.'

They were finally friends and on speaking terms, since she had stopped smothering him when she turned twelve. Tootie thought that if she gave him some space, that he might come around. So far, it hadn't worked. As far as Timmy was concerned, they were just friends. They spend time doing homework together, hanging out at the mall, and watching movies every now and then. She had practically become one of the guys.

She didn't notice that Timmy was waving his hand in front of her face until he spoke again. "Hello, Earth to Tootie? Are you alright? You want me to lead you to the nurse's office?"

She quickly regained her composure before answering. "No, I'm fine. I just spent the day getting ahead on my homework and preparing for the test."

"THERE'S A TEST?!" Timmy screamed because he had completely forgotten about it and spent the whole night playing 'Gears of War 2' with Cosmo. 'Damn Cosmo for talking me into a game marathon last night. I totally forgot to study!!!'

"You forgot didn't you?" Timmy nodded in response to her question. "Here, you can review my notes before Crocker gets here." She opened her notebook to the proper chapter and put it between them.

"Thanks Tootie, I owe you one. Speaking of which…" Timmy reached into his bag and pulled out a small package and a card. "I'm sorry I missed your birthday. I think I must have lost my invitation or something, because I couldn't remember where it was. Anyways, here you go."

'No, you didn't lose. After you broke my heart, I never gave it to you.' She thought as she took the gift from him. "Thank you Timmy." Tootie smiled half heartily as her mind wandered back to the party she had at Level 21 dance club last Saturday.

She was in the V.I.P. room with balloons and streamers hanging all around. There was dance music playing in the background. Once again, it was just Vicky and herself. Surprisingly Vicky was patting Tootie on the back as she cried into her shoulder. Vicky had finally started acting nice to her over the past year. She had also gone back to school for criminal justice and now she was a cop.

"IT'S NOT FAIR!" Tootie yelled through her sobbing. Vicky had no idea of what she was talking about, all she knew was her sister was in emotional pain, and that was not acceptable.

"You want me to go arrest every kid in school and bring them here for you? Please stop crying. Look, I just did your make-up and now you've messed it up." Vicky teased, hoping the humor might cheer her sister up.

"No, I don't. That would be forcing them to be here and that wouldn't make it a happy party. I don't get it. This is supposed to be a sweet sixteen and no one I invited came."

She thought that the free all access passes to the dance floor and arcade in the back she sent with the invitation might get people to come, but even that hadn't worked. They had been there for three hours waiting and not one person showed up. It was her tenth birthday party all over again.

Finally, the manager came in. "I'm sorry ladies, but no one has shown up and I have another party coming that I need to prepare for. So, I must ask you to leave."

Tootie lightly shook her head and started by opening the card. It read,

Dear Tootie,

Hope you have a happy sweet sixteen.

Your friend,
Timmy

She then opened the gift and smiled. It was the new 'Simple Plan' CD she wanted.

"Oh my gosh, Timmy how did you know I wanted this?"

"Three reasons. They're your favorite band. I asked around. That and I saw you in the music store last week staring at it." He smiled, relieved that she hadn't bought it yet. He quickly looked down at the notes hoping to remember some of it before Crocker handed out the test.

That's when their hunchbacked and disfigured teacher came in. "F's! F's for all, except for AJ who gets an A! HAHA, HAHA, HAHA!!!"

"But Mr. Crocker, you haven't handed out the test yet." Dwight Smith, one of the new students, who was sitting in the back, interrupted.

"I didn't? Sorry, force of habit. Okay, put away all your books and notebooks." He started walking around the room handing them all a test sheet and a blank piece of paper. "You have thirty minutes. Your time starts…" He watched the clock as the second hand ticked until it read 12:30 pm. "Now."

There was the sound of pencils scratching but Tootie couldn't concentrate. Again, here she sat. He was right next to her. 'Maybe I should say something. No, that would ruin our friendship and then he'll never talk to me again. He's dating Trixie now and that's that.' She forced herself to focus on the test and found that it was pretty easy. After she finished, Tootie let her mind wander again to thoughts of Timmy and herself.

Tootie chose her favorite daydream. It started with her walking down the aisle and Timmy waiting at the altar. As she got closer, the priest started to speak. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to *RIIIINNNNNGGGG!!!"*

She snapped back to reality and looked at the clock. 1:00 pm.

The bell had rung, signaling the end of class and the test. The entire class ran out of the classroom, flooding the halls. Tootie was the only one left behind, putting her stuff back into her backpack. As a shadow came over her, she jumped and quickly turned around to see Mr. Crocker was standing behind her.

"Hello Tiffany, I couldn't help but notice your mind was elsewhere today, and you seemed kind of jumpy. Is everything okay?" He seemed sincere and now that he was no longer fairy obsessed, he was very observant.

"Yes Mr. Crocker, I'm fine." Quickly, she thought up a lie to keep him from getting suspicious. "I just couldn't get this song out of my head." He shrugged as he walked off. 'Oh good, he bought it. Okay just one hour to go. Oh crap, I don't feel like P.E. today. Maybe I can fake cramps and get out of it.' She slowly made her way to the gym and gave her excuse to the teacher. Thankfully, he accepted her excuse and ordered her to sit on the bench. 'Tell him you're having woman issues and he'll let anything slide. Okay, I'll just ignore everyone around me and get home as quickly as possible.'

As Tootie sat down, she took out one of the books she kept in her bag for distraction reading. She looked up for a second to scan the gym. Everyone was in their mandatory blue short and orange tank top gym uniform, and they were playing dodge ball. The coach had just assigned Francis and Timmy as leaders and they were picking their teams. Tootie went back to her book.

Before she knew it, the bell rang again and she stuffed her bag before heading for the bus. She took the seat right behind the driver not wanting to look at anyone. That's when Timmy and Trixie boarded the bus holding hands again. 'I wish I hadn't seen that. Wait, didn't they have practice today?' She watched them as they took a seat in the back before facing forward again. As Tootie sunk in her seat she looked around, but no one was looking at her. Again, she reached into her bag and pulled out the letter knowing it would only depress her further. 'Maybe I should leave this here to be found.'

"Whatca' readin?" A voice called from behind her.

Quickly she held it to her chest. "Nothing!"

Tootie glanced back to the seat behind her to see a freckled faced with blond hair that belonged to none other than Chester. He had grown quite a bit over the years. He was the tallest of Timmy's friends at an impressive six foot even. He was in one of his usual black tee shirts, blue jeans, and his, repeatedly patched, old green jacket. Seated next to him was his dark skinned, bald headed friend, AJ. He too had grown, but his height stopped between that of Timmy and Tootie's, at about five foot seven. He too wore his favorite outfit made up of light gray pants, a white short-sleeved shirt, and a blue sweater vest. For some reason that outfit made him feel like more of a genius then he already was.

They were both looking at her with puzzled expressions. "What do you want? Shouldn't you be sitting next to Timmy?"

AJ was the first to speak up. "Nah. Those popular guys he's with are jerks. That and I'm going over to Chester's, so we're the first stop." He took a second to look at Chester before they both nodded. "Hey, I was just thinking, we're going to smash some of our old, broken, and useless junk, care to join us?"

"No, that's ok." She looked over his shoulder and saw Timmy, Trixie, Veronica, Tad, and Chad sitting at the back of the bus laughing at some stupid joke. That's when she thought about destroying her Timmy Shrine. 'Yeah, maybe that will cheer me up.' She looked back at AJ again and noticed he was still staring at the letter still held close to her chest. "Do you mind, this is private!"

"Oh sorry, anyways this is our stop, see you Monday." AJ called back as the two departed. Tootie quickly shoved the letter back into its place before anyone else could notice it. The next stop was Timmy's house, where he and the popular group departed. Her stop followed right after.

As Tootie got off the bus, she saw her sister's squad car sitting in the driveway. 'Oh yeah, she has the night shift today.' Tootie had just reached the front step when the door flew open and she was nearly plowed over by Vicky.

"Look out!" Vicky screamed as she ran by her. "Sorry, got to go, emergency call from headquarters, dinners in the fridge." Tootie barely had time to wave goodbye before Vicky climbed into her car, hit the lights and sirens, and took off down the street at top speed.

It was just Vicky and her now. One night while they were asleep, their parents ran away and left the two to fend for themselves. At times it was hard, but they got by.

Tootie went upstairs to her room to start her 'therapy', but when she opened her closet door, she stopped. There it was, her Timmy Shrine. It was just an old shoebox filled with pictures and poems she that had written over the years. 'Okay just bring it out back, burn it, and forget about him.' She told herself as she picked it up.

She felt stupid carrying the box downstairs into the kitchen. After putting it down, she started looking through the drawers for a box of matches. She swiftly found some and continued out to the back yard. There was now a ten-foot tall fence around their backyard. It was once used to keep the dog, Doidle, from escaping. However, he passed away earlier that month and the two didn't feel the need to get a new pet yet. The other reason was that they wanted their privacy.

Tootie threw the box on the ground so hard its top came off exposing the photos within. She lit a match and could smell the sulfur as the smoke tickled her nose. She held the match out over the box ready to drop it, but her fingers wouldn't release.

"Come on. You can do this. Just burn it and forget about him." She commanded, trying to convince herself it was the right thing to do. She looked down to see a picture of Timmy kissing her cheek on Valentine's Day. Tears started trickling from her eyes as she recalled the blissful memory.

Timmy had surprised her that day. She hadn't received one card or flower from anyone. By the time school ended, she had given up hope. She was sitting on the bleachers in the gymnasium, depressed, when he snuck up and whispered Happy Valentine's Day to her before she felt his lips lightly press into her cheek. Looking at the photo now, she realized he only did it to be nice.

"OW!" She threw down the now burnt out match and put her fingers in her mouth trying to cool them off. After pulling them out to look, Tootie noticed she had a small burn mark on only her right index finger. "Oh great, how am I going to explain that to Vicky?"

She picked up the box and carried it back into the house, not having the heart to just leave it there. After setting the box down next to the kitchen sink, she turned the cold handle open and put her hand under hoping not to get a blister. After five minutes, she figured that was enough and went back up to her room. Tootie changed out of her favorite outfit and got dressed in a pink tank top and a pair of grey sweat pants. When she was done with that, she pulled her iPod out of her school bag and placed it on her iHome stereo/alarm clock. She turned it on and cranked the music as high as she could without distorting the music. The first song to load was 'Addicted' being that it was the next song on her list. As it started, she climbed onto her bed and started crying as she realized it was the truth. She was addicted to Timmy and he was just a heartbreaker.

Tootie curled up into a ball, trying to hold herself together as another wave of pain washed over her heart. However, she no longer had to hide the heartache that burdened her now that no one was around to hear her. Moreover, if she locked the door she had all weekend to herself. As her misery built, she continued weeping until she fell asleep.

Meanwhile just down the street.

"So, what do you guys want to do today?" Timmy asked just after they stepped off the bus.

"Actually, Chad and I have to go get fitted for our tuxedos. In case you forgot, as you do for everything that's important, the prom is next week. It'll be the day after state if we make it."

"That reminds me Timmy. What color vest did you get? I need to make sure it matches my new dress."

"Wait, what's wrong with your current dress?" Timmy had helped her pick out the last dress, so he didn't understand why she needed to change it, again.

Trixie scoffed as she turned to face him. "You just don't get it, do you? First, I buy a dress. Then I think it's ugly and switch at least three times until I find the one that make me stand out against all the other girls there."

"Okay, sorry. I'm still new to all this, remember?" Timmy apologized trying not to upset his girlfriend. They had been together for a little under two weeks now and he wanted to make sure they stayed together. After all, he had been trying to get her attention since kindergarten and now that he had it, he didn't want to lose it.

"Just don't embarrass me at the Prom or I'll make you really sorry." She threatened before getting cheerful again. "Well, bye Timmy. I have to go return my dress." Trixie gave him a quick kiss on cheek then grabbed Veronica by the wrist and started leading her to the Wall 2 Wall mart for an afternoon of shopping and trying on almost every dress there.

"Later Timmy." Tad and Chad called back in unison, already halfway down the street.

It was strange, but if it wasn't for the fact that Chad had hair, and he and Tad were rich and popular, they could have passed as AJ and Chester. They were even about the same heights.

"Okay, bye guys. I'll see you tomorrow." Timmy finished saying goodbye to his newer friends, AKA the popular kids, when he thought about his real friends on his way up to his room. 'I wonder what Chester and AJ are up to right now? I'll call them later. I have to do my homework first if I want to stay on the team.'

Timmy entered his room and closed the door behind him. As he looked around, he realized that it had not changed much in seven years. Okay, there were a few changes. One of which was a new twenty-six inch flat screen TV in the same place his old had once been, and this time it had cable with every channel that was available in the premium package.

With a puff of green and pink smoke, his fairy godparents, Cosmo and Wanda now floated in front of him. The first to speak was Wanda. "Hey Timmy, how was school?"

"Great. I hung out with Trixie and the gang, there was a test, and practice was canceled after the coach was hit in the groin with a dodge ball. Oh yeah, I gave Tootie her gift and she liked it."

"Way to be a player Timmy."

"Cosmo will you be serious for a second?" Wanda nagged at her husband's stupidity.

Timmy rummaged through his backpack looking for that night's homework when he suddenly realized he didn't write down what the assignments were. However, he knew who would know. He picked up the phone and dialed Tootie's number. It rang once, twice, again and then Vicky's voice responded. "Hi you've reach the McDonald residents. We can't answer the phone right now, but if you leave a message, we'll call you back. Bye."

He hung up before the beep. "Hmm. She's not answering. Well she's right down the street, so I'll just go over and ask her."

"You want us to poof you there?" Cosmo asked, raising his wand.

"No Cosmo, that's okay, I'll just walk. See you two in a little while. Bye."

He scrambled down the stair and was about to dash out the door when he heard his mother call from the kitchen. "Timmy. Where are you going in such a rush? Dinner will be ready in less than an hour."

"I'm just going to Tootie's house to ask her what we have to do for homework."

"You walking or taking your car?" His father asked from the couch.

"It's a nice afternoon, so I think I'll walk. Bye mom, bye dad."

As Timmy walked down the driveway, he looked at his car. His parents had gotten him a blue 1994 Ford Taurus sedan after he told them he made the team. It was no Stryker-Z, but it got him from A to B. They said they had gotten it for him because they didn't want to drive him back and forth from his weekend practices. In truth, Timmy thought of his car as the key to his freedom and he loved just going for a drive. His keys were in his pocket. "Maybe I should take the car? No, gas is too high to drive just down the street." He argued with himself and continued walking.