He was swimming. Swimming? Where? From what he could make out, it looked like the ocean, but it was dark.
He wasn't swimming, he was sinking. So why didn't he panic? Why could he breathe? A green fish swam by and looked at him, it winked, then swam off, only to bump into a pink shark, which began chasing after it.
He sank lower and lower and it became brighter and brighter, enough so that he could see at least. He came to rest at the sandy bottom of the ocean in a chair at a table... a poker table, from what he could tell. Cards fluttered down and came to rest in his hands.
"I don't know anything about poker..."
"That's fine, neither do I." across from him and to his right sat Tootie, she too held five cards in her hands, the back of each card showed a green bear and a pink bear, high-fiving.
"Nor I." across from him and to his left sat Vicky, she held the same cards as Tootie.
"Anybody know why we're here?"
"To decide." A man in knight's armor stood to his left, looking at Timmy's cards. "That's a full house by the way."
"Who are you, exactly?"
"C'mon kid, you know me, and I know you." he took off his helmet and Timmy realized it was Wolfe, though he had a full beard, unlike his characteristic permanent five o' clock shadow. "You have to make a decision, I told you before, you can't have both. You have to break a heart, or lose everything."
"What decision? What do you mean? And why am I playing poker at the bottom of the ocean?!"
The water quickly drained away to reveal they were in a dry riverbed, high walls sat to the left and right, there was an opening in the area behind where Vicky and Tootie sat, where the river had once flowed out perhaps?
Wolfe leaned over and placed a red poker chip in front of Timmy, on his left. "This one represents a love you've held for years now, despite the love not wanting to love you, at least, not at first. Despite this, it will still be a hard fought love, there will be times where you are tested to your limits with this path. Or perhaps you have already experienced hardship with this path. You but not you, do you understand?"
"Not really..."
Wolfe leaned again and placed a black poker chip in front of Timmy, on his right. "This one represents a love that's been held for you for years, despite you not wanting to return the love, at least, not at first. This love is easier to attain, there are no hard fought battles on this path, there will only be one thing, a tragedy. One you will not be able to come back from, it will haunt you until your last breath. You have chosen this path before as well, it does not always have a tragic end, but this time it will, should you pick it."
"Sounds like red would be better..."
"That is for you to decide. A lifetime of tragedy, or a lifetime of fighting."
"A lifetime of fighting?"
"Look kid, I'm trying to sound all cool and epic here, maybe not a lifetime but it will be a fight. Now tell me, which sounded cooler?"
"Alright fine, I get it."
"Good, now choose."
"I can't choose! They're both great... they're both important to me..."
"You have to, not choosing is worse than choosing one or the other. At least this isn't the illusion of choice. You ever have to deal with that? Trust me, you don't want that..."
Plants began to push themselves from the muddy ground and grow to massive proportions in seconds. As they reached full height, they detached themselves from the earth and flew into the sky, before exploding like fireworks.
"Timmy, you have to make a decision." Tootie looked at Timmy. "You have to choose... But don't break my heart... I can't bear the thought..."
"But I don't want to hurt you... you're my friend..."
"Timmy? Would you hurt me instead?" Vicky spoke now. "After what we did? After you confided in me, and I in you?"
"No I... I care about you too... I wouldn't hurt you..."
"So you'd hurt me instead?"
"I didn't say that. I..."
"You have to make a decision." Wolfe interrupted.
"I need more time... I can't choose now..."
The color drained away from everything, slowly at first, then more rapidly, until the only color remaining was on the poker chips. The water began to flow back in, and Timmy began to float back toward the surface, infinitely high above him.
"You still have time it seems, but you'll have to choose eventually. Remember, no matter how much you wish it, Hell, even if you wish it, you can't have both."
Timmy swam harder to reach the surface, the light grew brighter again, and the surface was within reach, just one more kick and-
Timmy awoke with a start and sat upright. He found Vicky still in bed with him and laid back down, she stayed, just as she had said she would. His phone let out a beep to notify him that he had plans with Tootie, Chester, and AJ today.
"Might just call and tell them I'm not feeling well... After that dream... I think I might be sick..." he felt his head, it felt normal. He looked at Vicky sleeping next to him peacefully. "Maybe you're right, maybe I am crazy..." he carefully and quietly got out of bed and grabbed his phone, then left his room and went downstairs to sit on the couch.
He scrolled through his contacts and stopped at Tootie's number. "Nobody ever said love was easy..." he wondered if Vicky would return his feelings, there was no rush, from the way she acted when he was around her, she too was likely having a difficult time.
He called Tootie's number.
"Timmy? What's up?"
"I'm... feeling a little under the weather... I think it's some stomach bug... I won't be able to make it today..."
"Are you okay? We could come over if you want..."
"That's alright... I don't want you guys to catch it... Hopefully I'll be able to come to school Monday but, we'll see..."
"Alright, I'll let Chester and AJ know, hope you feel better!"
"Thanks." he hung up and pocketed his phone. "That was easier than I thought it would be..." he felt... guilty? Yes, it was guilt, for what? Lying? That wasn't anything new, he lied before, usually about small things, sometimes about big things, but being sick? That was small, nothing to really feel guilty over. It was something else... it had to be...
"Hey."
He jumped upon hearing Vicky's voice, she hadn't made a sound coming down the stairs.
"You know, when I said that I was gonna stay with you, I kinda expected you to do the same..."
"Sorry, I had plans with Tootie and the guys today..."
"But you're still here because...?"
"I told them I was sick."
"No you aren't."
"Obviously. I wanted to go with them before but..."
"..."
"Well, I wanted to stay here with you today."
"Why?"
"Because?"
"Wouldn't you rather spend time with your friends?"
"Hey, you said I could see you tomorrow last night."
"Yeah, but I figured you'd want to... I dunno, hang out with your friends, then see me later."
"I could bring you along with me instead?"
"I don't think so. Wouldn't Tootie be there?"
"Most likely."
"Then definitely not." she sat down next to Timmy on the couch. "I need to go home today."
"What for?"
"I haven't showered in two days."
"Oh. A good reason, I suppose."
"You wanna come with?"
"Sure, I don't exactly have fond memories of your house, but I'll go."
Vicky's house...
"Yeah, he said he was not feeling well, some stomach virus I think." Tootie sat in her living room, talking to AJ on the phone.
"You think he'll be in school tomorrow?"
"Probably not, those things have a habit of sticking around for a few days. I offered for us to come over to his house and see him, but he said he didn't want us to catch it."
"Good thing he said that, I don't want to get sick."
"..."
"What? Would you wanna vomit for the next few days?"
"You're not a very good friend..."
"I'm a great friend! I'm just a very logical person, if I get sick, then that will make me miss school, which would not be very productive, and if I'm going to complete college before my next birthday, I need to be productive."
"You're in high school!"
"And I'm a senior in college, I've been taking courses online, I'm set to graduate in a few weeks, getting sick just doesn't fit into my schedule."
"Ugh... Anyway, you and Chester still wanna meet up?"
"Considering we're at the food court right now..."
"Why are you guys there so early?! We agreed to meet around noon!"
"Chester was hungry. And high."
"I'll be there within the hour... next time call me first, I could've used a ride... Now I have to take the bus..."
"Sorry, I figured you'd want to sleep in. Chester called me bright and early, surprisingly enough, and said we had to get food..."
"Whatever..." she hung up and then a troubling thought hit her: "The buses don't run on Sundays... I have to walk..." resigning herself to the long walk ahead of her, she grabbed her purse and left her house, only to see Vicky coming down the street toward the house, she waved at her sister.
Meanwhile...
"Y'know, I just realized this has bad idea written all over it. What if Tootie's there? Or my parents? Well okay, my parents being there doesn't matter, but what if Tootie's there?"
"She's probably going to meet Chester and AJ, they don't need me to have a good time, relax."
"Yeah? What about that?" Timmy followed Vicky's pointing finger to see Tootie waving at the car. "Should I still be relaxed?!"
"Shit." he spied a blanket in the back seat. "Got an idea!"
Vicky watched as Timmy dove into the backseat and laid down on the floor, then threw the blanket over himself.
"Hm. Not bad." Vicky pulled the car into the driveway and rolled down the window. "What's up Toots?"
"Vicky! You have perfect timing! Do you think you could give me a ride to the mall? I have to meet Chester and AJ, and I forgot the buses don't run today."
Vicky glanced nervously into the backseat. "Can't one of them give you a ride? I need to get a few things here, then head back to the Twerp's house..."
"Please? I know it's out of your way, but I'd have to walk there otherwise... I'll make it up to you, promise."
"Crap! What do I do now?!" "Umm... Fine, get in. You're a real pain in my ass, you know that?"
"Yay!" Tootie got into the car. "Thanks Vicky! You're the best!"
"Yeah yeah, I am." Vicky reversed out of the driveway and headed in the direction of the mall.
"So how's Timmy doing?"
"Huh?"
"Well, he's sick. Since you're there, I figured you'd know how he is..."
"Oh! Right. He's throwing up a lot, nothing wants to stay down, not even water..."
"Really? Maybe you should take him to the hospital..."
"I would, if I actually cared about his well-being, but I don't, I'm only concerned about getting paid, and relaxing."
"C'mon Vicky, if he's sick, you could at least try to be nice to him, I know you have it in you. And I like him, I'd like it if you took care of him while he's sick."
"Last I checked, I don't take orders from you, you may be my sister, but I'm my own person, I'm not about to start being nice just because you ask me to, and besides, he told me he doesn't want to go to the hospital, which works out nicely, since I don't want to take him."
"He's just being stubborn, if he gets worse, could you please take him to the hospital? For me?"
"Ugh... fine. You owe me big time though."
"Deal."
Timmy still hid beneath the blanket, doing his best to control his breathing and not move to much. He was beginning to feel worse and worse about these two girls, both cared about him, and he cared about them both. "Am I leading them on in some way? I mean, I'm not doing it deliberately... But what can I do? I don't want to hurt either of them... I wish there was a way for me to get Tootie to like someone else, or at least a way for me to get out of this situation!" He waited for several seconds, but nothing happened. "Wishes can't affect love..."
"Alright, we're here. I'll see you whenever the Turners show up to take care of their kid, have fun."
"'Kay, later sis!" Vicky watched Tootie get out and run into the mall. "...You can come out now."
Timmy sat up and took a deep breath. "Oh man, it's really hot under there! Thanks for playing along with the lie..."
"Like I had much choice? If I didn't, it would only arouse suspicion, like why you would lie to your friends about being sick, which has a chance of making them suspicious of me."
Timmy climbed back into the front seat. "Well either way, thanks. Back to your house then?"
Several minutes later they arrived back at Vicky's house. "My parents must have already left for work, so we should be good."
Timmy followed Vicky inside and looked around, the house seemed to have a similar layout to his, though he assumed it had one more room upstairs to accommodate Tootie. "What do your parents do anyway?"
"I think they mostly do accounting in the city, but my mom has an uncanny amount of good luck, she has a gambling habit, but almost never loses. My father has a knack for stocks, he isn't as fortunate with the stock market as my mom is with gambling, but he does okay."
"And yet you live in a middle class neighborhood, in a middle class house."
"Says the kid who is in almost the exact same situation, did you forget how well your parents pay me? I know they must have some pretty good jobs."
"Well they never tell me what it is they do, for all I know, they could be world renowned assassins, or high-ranking government officials, maybe even criminals at the top of the FBI's most wanted list who are master thieves... I'm just as happy not knowing. You know what they say, 'ignorance is bliss'."
"Hmph... I'm gonna go take a shower now." Vicky headed upstairs, followed by Timmy. "You aren't showering with me."
"Darn! You saw through my ruse! I was only following you so I could see your room..."
"Sure you were." Vicky opened the door to her room and went inside, she flicked the lightswitch, and Timmy expected the walls to flip and reveal a sinister array of weapons. But all that happened was the lights coming on. Vicky grabbed a towel and headed out of her room. "You can stay in here if you want, or downstairs, I don't really care, but if you stay in here... don't mess with anything."
"I won't." he watched Vicky leave and immediately began walking around the room, looking for anything that might pique his interest. "I wonder if Vicky keeps a journal..." He began carefully searching the room, looking for a notebook, or something similar. "Damn... I figured since there wasn't much this would be easy, but..." He found a sword hilt sticking out from under Vicky's bed. "Hm..." Pulling it out revealed a medium length katana, fairly ornate, and sharp enough to split hairs. "I expected more weapons..." he placed the katana back in its sheath and under the bed where he found it. He looked over to Vicky's closet and made for it, then thought better of it. "Probably not a good idea..." he opted for returning to Vicky's bed and laying down to wait for her.
Vicky returned after half an hour and entered her room, she began to unwrap her towel when-
"Hey... I- *yawn* I was starting to fall asleep there, your bed is really comfy..."
Vicky jumped and pulled the towel tightly around herself. "Jeez! I forgot you were in here! Guess I'm used to being alone in my room..."
Timmy noticed that what he could see of Vicky was a flushed pink color. "So I'm guessing you like your showers hot?"
Vicky looked at her skin. "Yeah, good for getting clean and relaxing tension away..."
"You know what else is good for getting rid of tension?"
"What's that?" Vicky was looking through her dresser for something to wear, and didn't notice Timmy making his way over to her.
"This." he began rubbing her shoulders, and lightly prodding her muscles with his fingers.
"Hey! What are you-" she put her arms out and leaned onto the dresser for support. "Nevermind, keep going..."
"Forgive me if this isn't... well, amazing. I'm mostly running on instinct here..." he moved his hands lower, just below the top of the towel.
Vicky felt the hold of the towel slackening and snapped out of her trance and held it up. "Um! Thanks, that was... really nice but..."
"I know, we shouldn't move too fast." Timmy backed off and made for the door. "I'll let you get dressed."
Vicky watched him leave and realized she already began to miss his touch. "Great, I'm getting all 'needy' now..." she began looking through her dresser to find that all she had to wear was a forgotten light green sundress, looking near her closet revealed that it was laundry day, two days ago. "Perfect..."
Timmy sat on the couch in Vicky's living room, absentmindedly flipping through channels, he wasn't looking for anything in particular, just something to pass the time while he waited for Vicky. "Wish I knew what was going through her head... Wait..." Timmy's mind was filled with images from Vicky's head, her neglect by her parents, being a loner in school, being mean in response to what people said and did to her, her watching as her parents did the same thing to Tootie as they did to her, the times she took care of him, when she was mean, the times she was nice... "Ugh... guys that was an accident... I didn't actually mean to wish for this..." he was developing a slight headache from the information assault. He saw the times she saved him, and the times he saved her, the time they were stuck in the avalanche stood out, he felt her fear, the way her anger subsided and was replaced by concern for herself and him, the hug, and the feelings it brought, which were quickly buried. The headache began to intensify. More images flashed through his mind, before slowing down at the last few days, he saw the phone call his parents made, the confession of his feelings to her, the hand-holding at the mall, how uncomfortable it made her... how happy it made her... "Happy?" Yes, happy... that was how she had felt, more images... the time she drank, though it was blurry and unfocused, waking up in bed with him, the kisses and hugs, the date... Timmy's head felt like it would split open if he continued. "Ugh... I wish I couldn't read Vicky's thoughts anymore..." the onslaught of images ceased, and he could think clearly again, though the headache remained. "Really need to remember... to stop saying 'I wish' so often..." He heard footfalls on the stairs, though they seemed hesitant. "Hey Vicky? Do you have anything here... for..." he trailed off upon seeing how she was dressed.
"What?"
"I haven't seen that in a long time, that's all..."
"Well... what do you think?" Vicky's blush had come back in full force.
"I wi-... hope I get to see it more, you look nice in a dress..."
Vicky's blush deepened. "Well... don't get used to it! It's just the only thing I have left to wear, your parents called me before I could do laundry..." she noticed Timmy had a somewhat pained expression on his face, and was rubbing his forehead. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah... just a headache... not from you though! It came on just after I came down here..."
"Let me check and see if we have anything..." Vicky made her way into the kitchen.
"Hey, you really don't have to get anything, I'll be fine-"
"Too late." Vicky was suddenly next to him with a couple of red and blue capsules and a glass of water. "Now, these didn't say anything about side effects, so you shouldn't have to worry about ending up... like I did last night at your house."
"Oh come on, those pills gave you just enough inhibition release to kiss me, they aren't all bad..." he took the pills with the water. "Thanks."
"Yeah, the only problem is, how far would we have taken it if I didn't snap back to my senses?"
"I wouldn't have taken it that far, you know that."
"I know... I-... I'm not very trusting toward people, I always expect them to have some sort of angle. It's why I don't really have any friends, and why things didn't work out between me and my last few boyfriends, I have a habit of sabotaging my relationships..."
"Maybe they just weren't patient enough with you?"
"That's kind of you to say, but I am partially to blame, and for me, being alone is easier than being with someone who might hurt me."
"I wouldn't hurt you..."
"Don't make promises you can't keep. Getting hurt is part of relationships, part of life, you can't avoid it, not really." Vicky looked off at nothing in particular before re-focusing her gaze on Timmy. "But... I want us to work, and I'm willing to risk getting hurt for this... thing, whatever we have..."
Timmy felt his heart begin to beat faster again, but he also felt a dull ache. He knew why, because no matter how sweet what Vicky had said sounded, he still felt something for Tootie as well, his promise to not hurt Vicky would only prove harder to keep...
At the Dimmsdale Mall...
Tootie made her way through the mall toward the food court, hoping that her friends weren't too high to remember that they were meeting there. "I wonder who this other girl is that Timmy likes, can't be Veronica or Trixie... Argh... Then who could it be?! If only I paid more attention!" Tootie continued walking and noticed a young blonde woman sitting at a bench, she appeared to be looking at the palm of her right hand, or something in it. "Um... Hey." "Why am I talking to this stranger? She seems... familiar somehow, but... I can't place it, I'm sure we've never met..."
The girl jumped and looked around before her eyes settled on Tootie. "Oh... Hey?"
"Are... you alright?"
"Yeah." the girl put the item she held in her vest's breast pocket. "Just remembering an old friend."
"Oh... did he die?"
"No, but I don't expect to see him again, where he went... most people don't come back."
"Oh... sorry to hear that."
"Thank you. I'll get over it eventually, my tears dried up years ago."
"That's a sad thing to say..."
The girl walked toward Tootie, then past her. "Sad but true."
Tootie watched the girl leave, then continued into the mall. "That was kinda weird... I'm sure I know her but..."
"Hey girl! You made it!"
"And you two are already high as kites..."
"The early bird catches the... something..."
"Hey, where's Timmy? I figured he'd be with you..."
"Ugh... I already told you, he's sick, he probably won't even be in Monday... or Tuesday for that matter..."
"Aw... that's too bad, hey! Why don't we go see him?"
"Because, as I told you earlier, he doesn't want us to get sick."
"Man, he's such a great guy..."
"Yeah, always looking out for us... right Tootie?"
"Yeah..." Tootie stared off with a dreamy eyed expression.
"So... what are we gonna do today?"
"Hm? Whaddya mean?"
"I mean... Timmy is like... our unofficial group leader, without him... what should we do?"
"I'm sure we can find something..." Tootie thought for several seconds. "AJ, as the smartest person here, I elect you as group leader."
"Nah girl, I'm good with that... Also, the elephants aren't going to feed themselves, and I have to keep the face moths from eating my kidneys..."
"Me and AJ are too out of it, I say you should be the temporary group leader until Timmy is well enough to return to active duty."
"...Alright, fine. How about... we go see a movie?"
"Lead the way captain!"
Tootie stood up from the table and made her way to the theater, followed by the shambling zombies her friends had become. "I never asked for this..."
Timmy's house...
"Still no word from your parents?"
"Nope. They don't usually bother calling, they just show up whenever, you know that."
"Yeah, but I have to get back to my life at some point."
"You could've done your laundry while we were there."
"I have other things to do too. And I can't bring you everywhere... well, I could, but I have to avoid the mall since you said you were sick, and your friends are there."
"Sorry, a lack of foresight on my part..."
"Good thing I'm in a forgiving mood."
"Any other plans today?"
"Nah, I'm pretty content delivering you a beatdown in this game."
"I'm glad, spending time with you like this is nice, not as nice as making out..." Vicky froze and looked over at Timmy, who saw the opportunity and defeated Vicky's character in the fighting game they were playing. "But nice."
"That. Was an underhanded and dirty trick."
"Maybe... what are you gonna do tomorrow?"
"Send you to school, then go home and do my laundry."
"What if my parents aren't back?"
"Then I'll be here when you get back."
"Thanks Vicky."
"Hm. Oh! I just remembered, Veronica called, she wanted me to ask you if you would be interested in being her friend."
"As in, the same Veronica who has a crush on me?"
"Yeah, that one."
"I... guess so... Long as she understands that her and I aren't happening, I made it pretty clear at the mall."
"When you said you were on a date with Tootie."
"Yeah... Again, a lack of foresight on my part, I really need to think my plans through."
"Well, I hope you figure out a way to end things with Tootie... or else."
"We aren't even together! She just assumes, or forces herself at me..."
"But that's not the whole story anymore, you told me that some part of you likes her, you have to figure yourself out."
"I know..."
Back at the Dimmsdale Mall...
"Dude! That was the best movie I've ever seen! I can't believe we waited so long to see it!"
"Right?! Ten out of ten, easily!"
Tootie watched her two compatriots high-five over the movie they had seen, some revenge movie, she hadn't been able to focus, her thoughts kept returning to Timmy and the building relationship between them, and this 'other' girl, whoever she was. "I have to figure out who she is... and how to get Timmy out of her grasp..."
"What'd you say captain?"
"Nothing, just thinking out loud. Where should we go next?"
"I suggest the food court."
"We were just there not even two hours ago!"
"But we're hungry!"
"Fine, then you guys can buy, and that includes for me."
"That's fine, AJ has like... a lot of money."
"Oh yeah, I do! C'mon, let's go!"
This was precisely why Tootie never joined them when they went to smoke, while she had heard that it affects everyone differently, she didn't want to risk it making her act like these two, or worse. There was also the fact that Vicky had once told her that if she ever found out she was doing drugs, she would kill her, and by the tone with which she said it, Tootie was pretty sure it wasn't an idle threat. "Hey, you two haven't seen Timmy with any other girls, have you?"
"Huh? Why the sudden interest? I thought you were over him?"
"I never said that. I agreed to calm down my affections, I never said I didn't still like him."
"Oh... well, there's you."
"Yeah, besides me, genius."
"Ah..." AJ stopped to think, only made harder by whatever drugs were in his system. "There's... Trixie, that girl he has a crush on..."
"Guess they still think he likes her..."
"Um... Veronica, Trixie's friend, I saw them talking once, but they don't usually interact with each other, I think Timmy was just trying to get closer to Trixie..."
"Hm... anyone else?"
"Well, the only other girl he's around, probably even more than you, is Vicky, and I wouldn't really call her a girl, more like hellspawn, or creature of the night... no offense."
"Hmph... this isn't getting me anywhere... I can immediately take Vicky out of the equation, and he showed that he likes me right in font of Veronica... so he either knows some girl that none of us know, or he likes Trixie..."
"We already know he likes Trixie. He's tried to ask her out twice in front of us, and we see him pretty much all the time, except when he's with your sister, there is no other girl, it has to be Trixie..."
"Hey guys, wouldn't it be so weird if it was Vicky?"
Both Tootie and AJ looked at Chester, the words he spoke seemed to sober AJ up.
"That's stupid, you're stupid. Timmy and Vicky? What exactly did you smoke, and can I have some?"
"Urgh... yeah, you guys are right, I must be losing it... Let's just go eat, I need something to get the mental image out of my head."
Timmy's House...
Vicky had Timmy pinned underneath her on the couch, their faces mere centimeters apart, there was a red tint to her face, but she smiled confidently. "Nice to be back 'on top' for a change..."
"How did we even end up here?"
"You tried that trick again, and it worked, this is my attempt at payback."
Timmy looked over at the game, which had gone back to the title screen. "I don't really see how putting me in this position could count as me losing..." He looped his arms around her waist. "In fact, I'd say this is a big win for me."
"Maybe... I'm letting you win?"
"I'm okay with that. Are you okay with..." he pulled her closer so their bodies were flush against each other. "This?" Vicky giggled. "Giggled? Giggled. Whoa."
"I suppose..." Vicky leaned down and planted her lips on Timmy's, as she did, they didn't notice the front door open.
"Timmy! Vicky! We're home!"
Timmy's arms remained around Vicky's waist. "Uh... Hey... You guys are home early..."
"Yes, your father tried to burn down the Dinkleburgs' house, so I thought it would be best if we left before the weekend got too exciting."
Vicky seemed to be frozen in place, not just because Timmy had yet to release his grip on her. "Mister and Missus Turner... I..."
"Oh look honey! See how well they get along? They were wrestling like friends do at a sleepover or something... I'm glad you and Timmy get along so well! Here's your pay, I have to go treat Timmy's father for first degree burns. Thank you again Vicky!" Timmy's mother tossed a large wad of cash to Vicky and made her way upstairs.
"Oh, remember Timmy, when wrestling a girl, aim for her chest, specifically the 'boob' area, that's a weak spot."
This caused Vicky to blush.
Timmy's mom came marching down the stairs and kicked her husband between the legs. "And now you know the male weak point. C'mon honey!" she grabbed him by his arm and dragged him up the stairs.
Timmy and Vicky both sat in silence for several seconds.
"So... that went... surprisingly well..."
"I knew your parents were dumb but... I mean... wow. No offense."
"Makes you wonder where I get the intelligence from, doesn't it?"
"I once heard talent skips a generation... maybe it's the same with brains?" Vicky got off of Timmy and smoothed out her dress.
"So... I guess I'll see you later?"
"Whenever your parents decide they need me again. Unless they forget to call me, if they do..." Vicky took out her phone and rapidly texted something, a moment later, Timmy's phone buzzed, indicating he had a text message. "That's my number."
"Do you mind if I call you... whenever?"
"What? Like we're dating or something?"
Timmy looked at her questioningly.
Vicky sighed loudly. "Yes! You can call me 'whenever'." Vicky walked over to the door and opened it. "See ya later, Timmy."
