(looking up from his cell crying) okay, okay. I'll say it again.


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Over the Edge - by - Zebrahead


I'd Do Anything.

Chapter 6
Over The Edge

It was halftime and Timmy had just entered the locker room. He opened his locker door and spotted a pink can with eyes. It was Wanda disguised as can of body spray. He looked around then turned to her in a hushed voice. "Wanda, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be looking after Tootie."

"I was sport, but there's something I need to tell you. Tootie and I just overheard-" Timmy slammed the door closed, cutting of Wanda, as the coach entered the locker room.

"Okay boys, gather round. All right, its halftime, and the score is zero to zero. Which means two things, one, they're putting up one hell of a fight, and two, you're doing just the same. Now, I know we can beat them, but you'll need to dig deep. Can you do it?!"

"Yeah!" The team shouted.

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" He yelled sounding like a drill sergeant.

"YEAH!" The team screamed, properly psyched up now.

"Good, now get out there and show them what rams do to bugs!" With that, the team stormed the field again, screaming.

It was about five minutes into the second half when Tad threw the ball to Timmy. He caught at the ten-yard line and ran. He just evaded three Hornets players and there was a fourth diving at him. Timmy jumped and cleared him before landing on his side. He heard the whistle blow as he opened his eyes to see he was in the end zone. 'I did it. I got a touchdown.' He jumped up and held the ball above his head before spiking it. He was very excited as he ran back to the benches. As he got closer, he called out to his friends. "Did you guys see that? What am I saying? Of course you did." Then he looked at the girl next to AJ. Now that he was closer to her, he couldn't help but notice she looked familiar. "Hi miss, have we met?"

"You mean you don't recognize her, Timmy?"

Timmy was just starting to shake his head when he saw her move. He watched as she put on a pair of glasses, and then pulled her hair back into twin pigtails. "OH MY GOD, TOOTIE!" He couldn't believe it. He knew there was a reason a girl that stunning would be sitting next to AJ, and questioned why he hadn't seen it sooner. Granted he'd never seen Tootie without her glasses before, and the change in hairstyle didn't help. She was so beautiful he was having trouble forming words. "What, I'm mean, wow, you look great." He had so many questions he wanted to ask her, but the whistle blew behind him and he knew he had to get back. "Shoot. I gotta go."

The game continued but all he could think about was Tootie. He couldn't believe how much she changed. He kept looking over just to make sure it was really her. They were at the line of scrimmage, and Tad was shouting out commands, but Timmy wasn't really listening. 'Of course, it was Tootie. I mean, AJ, get a girlfriend that hot?' Timmy was hit it the head by the football, interrupting his thought.

"There's a fumble on the play. The Hornets have the ball. Touchdown Hornets, that brings them two points ahead. What was Turner thinking? Boy he must feel like an idiot right now. The kick is up and it's good." He couldn't believe it. He might have just cost them the game. He looked at the scoreboard to see the score was seven to ten.

Tad pulled down Timmy's facemask as he yelled at him. "Turner, get your head in the game or I'm telling coach to pull you out!"

"Sorry. Next time I'll be ready, and I'll get the touchdown back. I swear it." He didn't want to leave the field yet, not after what he just did. As the game continued, Tad avoided throwing the ball back to Timmy. Then the inevitable happened, less than a minute to go in the final quarter, Dimmsdale had the ball. Tad noticed that Timmy was open as the Hornet blitzed. Seconds after throwing the ball, Tad was slammed hard to the ground. Timmy reached up and caught the ball. He turned to run but saw two players bearing down on him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Francis closely followed by Chad, on the other side of the field. Timmy tossed the ball before being plowed over himself. The whistle blew and the crowd roared.

Timmy then realized they won. His assumptions were confirmed when the announcer shouted into the microphone. "Touchdown Dimmsdale, that's it ladies and gentlemen this game is all over. The final score Dimmsdale 13, Hamilton 10. Dimmsdale is going to the state championships!" With another roar of the crowd, Timmy jumped up and joined his team in a victory gathering. As they cheered and screamed, the fans rushed the field and someone dumped what was left of the Gatorade over the coach's head.

Timmy was so busy celebrating he didn't notice his friends until AJ slapped him on the back. "Timmy, I've been trying to get your attention."

"What do you want?" He asked not knowing what was so important that it had to interrupt the great time he was having.

"Tootie wanted me to ask you to meet her by the snack bar. I think she needs you to give her a ride home or something. She hasn't been feeling good. She probably won't admit it but I saw her rush to the restrooms earlier." AJ shouted over the cheering.

"Okay thanks. If you see her before I do, will you tell her I'll be there? I just want to change first." AJ agreed as Timmy ran for the locker room. In his rush to aid Tootie, he skipped taking a shower. However, he did give himself a healthy dose of body spray, which he noticed no longer had eyes. He grabbed his bag and was just about to leave when the rest of the team came in.

"Yo Turner! Where are you going in such a rush? You have a hot date planned with Trixie?" Mark Chang asked with a wicked smile. Being on the football team made the disguised alien happy. The pain of being crushed on the field always gave him a euphoric feeling.

As the rest of the team listened in, Timmy chose his words carefully. "No, I have to give one of my other friends a ride home, they're not feeling good."

"Whatever. LATER DUDE!" Mark yelled after him, as he was finally able to leave now that the doorway was clear.

Timmy arrived back at the field, which was now empty. He looked around for a second amazed, seeing that no more than ten minutes ago, the stadium had been packed. He continued down the walkway towards the snack bar and as he rounded the corner, there was Tootie sitting on the bench, alone.

'Okay, just go over there, ask her how she's doing, and be there for her as a friend.' He had no idea how he was going to bring up her comic or even the letter if he dare tell her. 'God, why am I so nervous?'

He looked down at the watch on his left wrist. It read 7:12 pm, and after pressing the button to reveal his 'friend' watch, showed a blue he got closer, he could see she had her arms wrapped around herself and she was shivering. She didn't even notice him as he sat down next to her. Slowly ,Timmy took off his team jacket, and draped it over her shoulders.

Tootie jumped in alarm when she felt something touch her, and glanced over to see Timmy already sitting next to her. How did I not see him coming? She pondered as she pulled his jacket closer. "Thank you." She admitted to herself, now that the sun had gone down, she was freezing. Her outfit was designed for fashion, not warmth.

It was obvious that she wasn't going to start the conversation, so Timmy reached into his bag and pulled out her assignment notebook before clearing his throat. "Here you go Tootie. I'm all done with it." She had just taken the notebook when Timmy felt a small electric shock coming from his left wrist. He immediately released the latch and pressed the button on the left side of his watch to see what she was thinking.

'Oh no. Did I leave my letter in there?' She opened her notebook to the back page and sighed. "Hey Timmy, you didn't see a piece of paper back here, did you?"

He could tell she was scared that he might have, so he lied. "No, there was nothing back there, but I did see your cartoon." His watch zapped him again. 'Great, I'm making her feel so much better.'

"Look Timmy, I can explain." Before Tootie lost her nerve, she rapidly poured her heart out to him. "Timmy, I've loved you since we met and I still love you, but every day I see you with Trixie and you ignore me, which hurts, and all I want to do is crawl up and die. Then you do something that makes me feel special, like this, putting your coat on me because I'm cold. That's something you do for a girlfriend." She gasped for breath and began speaking even faster. "Speaking of girlfriends, today I overheard Trixie tell Veronica that after you win state she's breaking up with you because you kiss like a fish." She covered her mouth as tears started trickling from her eyes.

'Wow.' This was a lot for Timmy to take in. He had already read most of this, but it was still a shocked to hear her say it aloud, and now he had one more thought that entered his mind. 'I kiss like a fish. What's that suppose to mean?'

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" It was Trixie's voice, and by the sound of it, she was pissed.

Timmy turned around apprehensively. "Trixie, hi, I didn't see you there. You know Tootie, right? She was just asking me for a ride home." Timmy still wanted to avoid a fight, even if what Tootie said was true.

"Liar, you've been cheating on me and with a glasses wearing nerd, too." She stomped her foot as she pointed at Tootie.

"No, Trixie, it's not like that. She was cold so I loaned her my jacket. Serious, there's nothing going on between us. She's just a friend." Timmy received yet another electric discharge from his watch.

"Oh yeah, I've seen the way she stares at you when you're not looking. She's a loser stalker geek, and I forbid you from seeing her again, ever!"

That was the final straw. He was tired of taking her shit. Every time he did something nice for someone else, she would throw a fit. He hadn't spent any real quality time with his other friends since they started dating and now she was tearing down the one person he knew was at the end of hope. Timmy was about to respond when Tootie stood up.

"I may be a glasses wearing nerd, but I love Timmy more then you could ever know. Besides, you were just going to break up with him anyway." Trixie's mouth fell open in astonishment. "That's right. I overheard you and Veronica in the restrooms at halftime. 'Head cheerleader is suppose to date the quarterback, kissing him is like kissing a fish.' I heard every word."

*SMACK!*Tootie could feel the heat rushing to her left cheek as tears of pain started streaming down her face now. "Nobody talks to me like that!" Trixie shouted at Tootie, as if she was a lower life form.

Timmy still couldn't believe what had just happened, so he turned to his girlfriend. "Well Trixie, is it true? Were you really planning on dumping me for Tad?"

"You know what, fine, it's true. Keep your nerd." She threw up her chin. "We're through. Our relationship never happened." She added as she stormed off.

By this point, Tootie was sitting on the ground crying again. He reached his hand down to help her up. When she saw that, she smiled. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause trouble. I just didn't want you to get hurt." Tootie felt her heart accelerate as she took his hand. Once she was standing, she slid his jacket off her shoulders and held it out. "Here, nasty rumors might spread if anyone else sees me with it."

"Keep it, at least until I get you home." Timmy held up the jacket for her so she could put it on. As Tootie slid her arms through, she couldn't help but smile again. "Come on, my car's this way."

The walk to the parking lot was quiet. Neither of them knew what to say next. Timmy opened the door for her before climbing in himself. The silence seemed to intensify at the fact that he left the radio drive to her house was only five minutes, but to her, it lasted a lifetime. Here she was, alone with the young man she loved, and she couldn't get her mouth to work. It wasn't until he pulled into the driveway that she got enough courage to speak again.

"Would you like to stay for dinner? I'm sure Vicky made enough." She knew she was getting her hopes up and started bracing herself for rejection.

"Sure, I would love to. What are we having?" He smiled causing her heart skipped a beat.

Tootie just sat there, stunned by his answer. 'Did he just say yes?'

"Well? Are you going to tell me or do I have to ask the chef?" He teased her as he opened the passenger door.

"Swedish meatballs over egg noodles, it's my favorite." She finally managed to answer as she got out of the car.

As they opened the door, they hear Vicky call from the kitchen. "Dinner's almost ready. So, how was the game? Did you have a good time?" Vicky turned around when she heard more than one set of footsteps. "Timmy Turner, what are you doing here?"

"I invited him to dinner. Would that be okay?" Tootie asked anxiously as she remembered just how much Vicky and Timmy didn't get along. However, it had been over a year since they had seen each other and she hoped they could put their differences behind them.

"I guess, but he should call his parents to let them know where he is." Vicky set their plates before sitting down herself.

While she did that, Timmy took out his cell phone and called home to let them know where he was and what he was doing. As he sat down next to Tootie, he spoke up. "Okay, I'm all set."

Vicky noticed the smile on her sister's face, so she asked again. "You didn't tell me how the game went. Did anything interesting happen?"

Tootie took a deep breath before she started. "Well, we won, which means Timmy is going to the state championships."

Vicky nodded insisting that she continue but Timmy interrupted. "And I want you to be there Tootie." Realizing his outburst, he lowered his head. "Sorry. Continue."

"Do you mean it? Do you really want me there?" Tootie could feel her tears building up as she desperately gazed at Timmy.

He swallowed another bite before answering. "Of course, why wouldn't I want you there?" He didn't expect what happened next, Tootie fainted.

"Now you did it twerp." Vicky laughed, catching Tootie before she hit the ground. She gently lowered her sister as she turned to Timmy. "Will you at least carry her up to her room? You remember which one is hers, right?"

"Yeah, how could I forget?" He picked Tootie up and made his way to her room. He placed Tootie in her bed and pulled the sheets over her. She looked so peaceful, even after the rough day she had. After brushing a few pieces of hair off her face, Timmy couldn't help but notice how beautiful she really was and questioned why he had never seen it before. For years, he chased after Trixie and when he finally got her, she turned out to be the world biggest bitch. 'Why did I always run from you? Were those weird feelings I had around you trying to tell me something?'

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear Vicky as she came in and leaned against the door frame, cross armed. "Let me ask you something. Do you know why I tormented you during all those years I babysat you?"

"Is this a trick question?" Timmy turned around to see Vicky's green eyes glared back at him. He got up from Tootie's bed and started walking towards the door as he continued. "It's because you were a cold, heartless, and evil girl."

"No, you moron, because you were mean to her." Vicky pointed at her sister. "All she did was love you, and every day she would come home crying about how much you ignored her."

Timmy could feel the guilt building in his chest, as he understood her words. "You were mean because I was?"

He stood frozen in shock as Vicky shut the door, giving them privacy. "You never really thought about it before, have you?" Timmy shook his head. "Come on, follow me." She led him back downstairs to the kitchen. As he entered, she pulled something out of a cabinet and set it on the table. "I found this today when I got home." Timmy stared at the old shoebox as Vicky lifted the lid, revealing that old pictures of him from over the years filled it to the brim. "Tootie left it down here with a book of matches next to it. My guess, she was trying to forget about you, but couldn't."

"I thought she had finally gotten over me four years ago." Timmy felt even worse as he went through the photos, but smiled when he got down near the bottom and found his old Crimson Chin action figure lying next to a raven-haired Barbie doll with glasses.

"Well, she didn't." Vicky sat down as Timmy put the photos back. "You know, today was the first time I've seen a genuine smile on her face in months. Exactly what did happen at the game?"

Timmy joined Vicky at the table and sighed before answering. "Well, as you know, we won." Vicky waved her hand insisting he continue. "Anyways, afterwards Tootie told me how she felt and Trixie freaked out."

"No way, what did she say?" Vicky couldn't contain her interest in his story.

"Well, after Trixie destroyed her self esteem, Tootie confronted her about how she was planning on dumping me in a week-"

"Really?" Vicky sounded excited that Tootie had stepped up.

"Trixie then smacked Tootie, dumped me, and stormed off. That's when I brought her home."

"Wow, that's some day." Vicky responded, astounded by the course of events after the game, before realizing she was leaning forward, and sat back in the chair again. She looked Timmy in the eyes to judge his reaction to her next question. "So, what do you plan to do now?"

"I don't know." He sank in his chair. "I really should make up for all the years I hurt her feelings. I just hope she can forgive me."

Vicky started laughing as she responded. "I think you'll have no problem convincing her to forgive you." Vicky looked at the clock to check the time. "Well, it's past 9:30. I think it's time you go home."

"Will you tell her I'll be back tomorrow? I really do need to talk to her."

"Sure." Vicky replied as they got up and headed for the door. However, she stopped him again before he left. "One more thing," She jabbed her finger in his chest in a threatening manner. "If you ever hurt her again, I'll have no problem reminding you of how things use to be between us. Got it?!"

"Don't worry Vicky. Tootie opened my eyes to the truth about Trixie, I'll never chase after that lying slut again." He watched as Vicky smiled. "I have one question for you before I leave. You said you tormented me because of the pain I caused her, but why did you torture Tootie?"

Vicky looked disgusted at herself as she answered. "I think it's because I was jealous."

"What could she have that would've made you jealous?"

"I was jealous that she had found love." She noticed the confusion of his face and continued. "She knew, from the moment she met you, that you were the one, and here I was, six years older than her, and I haven't even come close. I mean yeah, there was Chip, but he was just a celebrity crush and Rick only liked me for my money. Then there was Mark." Vicky sighed as she put her hand on her chest. "But anytime I tried showing him my affection, he ran away. I guess it runs in the family." She hung her head as she finished.

"I'm sorry Vicky. I didn't mean to upset you." He added before she shook her head.

"It's okay. So, I'll see you tomorrow, right?" Timmy nodded and he could've sworn that he saw a smile tug at her lips. "Okay. Good night."

As Timmy drove home, he couldn't help but think about everything he had ever done to Tootie. He felt miserable about all the pain he had caused her. "God, why was I so mean to her?!" Timmy screamed as he pulled into his driveway.

Timmy made his way into the house and was about run up the stairs when his father called from the living room. "So Timmy, what did you do at Vicky's house?"

"Yeah, I thought you hated her." His mother added as she looked up from her later knitting project.

Timmy sighed for what felt like the dozenth time that day. "It turns out Vicky's not that bad." His parents stared at him, baffled by his answer. "I went over there because Tootie had a rough time at the game and I was trying to make her feel better. Anyways, it's late and I'm going to bed. Good night." He yelled back from the top of the stairs.

Wanda poofed in as Timmy closed his door. "Timmy, I've been trying to tell you that Tootie and I overheard Trixie-"

"I already know." Timmy cut her off midsentence. "Tootie tried to warn me and Trixie went nuts."

She floated there stunned for a few seconds. "So, what do you plan on doing now?"

"Well, I really should apologize, but I have no idea what I'm going to say." He started changing into his nighttime sweats. "First I'm going to need to know what I have to apologize for. So, spill it Wanda. What's got Tootie so depressed?"

Timmy climbed into bed as Wanda started telling him everything that she had discussed with Tootie. Timmy sank further and further into his own depression as he realized that the worst days in Tootie's life, were some of his favorites, up until now. He had never felt as much hatred towards himself as he did when Wanda finished. He didn't know how to respond, instead he thanked and wished his fairy good night before turning off the light.