"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Timmy shouted, pointing an accusing finger at the crazy crockpot we unfortunately called our teacher.
"I know that your fairies have been taken away by a very large man in army greens! NOW TELL ME WHERE THEY ARE?"
I watched as Timmy paled silently, obviously not expecting Crocker to know exactly what happened. I decided to chime in.
"If you know what exactly happened, would you mind telling us what you saw?"
Timmy shot me a bewildered look, but I gave him a reassuring smile in return. As Crocker surprisingly pointed out what he indeed saw, us finally realizing he was spying on us the entire time, I reached for a strap on my ankle. I quickly pulled out the small pocketknife and started for the bonds.
"Uh huh…" I absent-mindedly urged him to go on as I secretly started sawing at the ropes. Crocker ignorantly continued with his evil compilation, step-by-step.
After the ropes broke from my knife, I held up to swing myself right-side up, and Timmy did the same with my legs. He gently lowered himself to the ground and looked back up at me.
"Jump!" He whispered, holding his arms out. I took a deep breath and held it, letting go. I felt myself fall into Timmy's arms, bridal style. We locked eyes for a moment, and he blushed, completely dropping me from his grip.
"Nice one!" I spat quietly, scrambling to get up. I shoved my pocketknife into my back pocket and threw Timmy his backpack. I gasped out as the bag hit his chest, and we both sprinted.
"TURNER!"
"Run faster!" He screamed.
"Really? THANKS FOR THE MEMO." I yelled back, gaining the pissed feeling of the added on 'dropping me' factor.
"Well, maybe if I didn't have two people to blame, we wouldn't even be here!"
After maybe ten or twenty minutes, we stopped just outside of the Dimmsdale dump.
"What is wrong with you? You don't just go around sweeping girls off of their feet, and…and…and dropping them! You can't be ser-"
"Wait! I have an idea!"
"And interrupting them? What's the matter with you? And to think I ever liked you…"
"Liked?" Timmy frowned and raised an eyebrow, "You mean, not anymore?"
"Well, I'm not finding you very appealing anymore," I crossed my arms in front of my chest, glowering at him.
"Well, okay…" He glanced away, frowning, "But I have a plan." Timmy grabbed my arm and I rather rudely yanked it back.
"No way! Don't include me in this crap! I'm going home." I swiveled around and started heading back to downtown.
"No!" Timmy lunged at me, ending stomach-down on the ground, arms around my leg, "You'll tell everyone!"
"Oh, so that's it? You're worried I'm going to tell people? You know me better than that! I don't even have any friends to tell!" I screamed back, tears forming. I suddenly bit my tongue at the last thing I said, and turned to storm off.
"Tootie, wait!"
I froze, but didn't turn around. I waited for him to speak.
"Okay, I don't think you'd tell anyone. But can you please stay and I help? I really need you." I could hear the plead in his voice and I sighed.
"Fine. Alright."
I could hear him sigh in relief, and I turned to him.
"Now, what's your plan?"
"Please, just tell me you're joking…"
I watched as Timmy sat in a chair next to a slimy green creature, whose tentacles danced across a lit up keyboard, keys covered in some alien writing.
"Turner, if we want enough fuel to go to Fairy World and back, we need to use the last of it and the excess battery energy to go to Yugopotamia first for supplies."
He turned to the alien with a frown, "Mark, how long will this trip take?"
"About three or four days tops. But it's necessary." He turned back to a large screen of the solar system.
Timmy groaned and stomped over to me, sitting in the seat next to mine.
"Mark?" I inquired curiously, "The kid that every girl in our class swoons over?"
He nodded, "Yeah, he's an alien in disguise."
I leaned back and rolled my eyes, "I guess you learn something every day."
We both waited silent and awkwardly as the machines of the hidden ship started revving up. Mark started countdown, and finished by slamming his tentacle down on a large red button. The spaceship jumped to life and fled into the sky. I spazzed and yelped, but soon felt a hand lace itself with mine.
"Don't worry. I thought the first flight was freaky, too."
Impulsively, I instantly started to pull my hand away. But I stopped.
I relaxed and finally squeezed my hand in his.
Well, it wouldn't be so bad if I let him hold my hand this one time.
"Ugh, gross!" Timmy exclaimed, tossing Mark's 'spinach and brussel sprout sundae' away. I rolled my eyes and got ready to take my own first bite. Timmy reached out to me dramatically, "No, Tootie! Don't go to the dark side!"
I hid my laugh and rolled my eyes once more, "You're so ridiculous. Besides, I like eating healthy food because it's… healthy." I shrugged for lack of a better adjective. I shoved a spoonful of the green goo in my mouth, and instantly started gagging.
"Oh, my God… That stuff is RANCID." I grabbed a napkin and quickly attempted to wipe all taste from my tongue.
Timmy shrugged, "I told you," and grabbed my bowl, throwing it in some sort of flaming incinerator.
We soon heard Mark mumble into a transmission in his native tongue, and Timmy and I faced each other.
"How long have we been travelling?" He moaned, burying his face in his arms.
I glanced at my watch, "Only forty minutes…"
"DANG!"
I smirked, "Do you wanna just… talk? It could help pass the time."
"Fine."
"Okay, then why don't you start? Ask me something," I suggested. Timmy looked me up and down cautiously, seemingly deep in thought.
"Why are you dressed like that?"
Wait, what? Dressed like what? I looked down at my outfit. I usually wore just a t-shirt and jeans on the weekends. I mean, Timmy wore that all the time. Wouldn't he understand they were comfortable?
"I'm afraid I don't exactly understand…"
"I mean, what happened to your catholic school girl clothes and glasses?"
"Well, I assume you would know how comfortable jeans and a tee are…"
"But what about your glasses?"
"My glasses? Nah, I don't really like them."
"Then why do you wear them?
"Exactly how much time do you think I have to put in contacts between Vicky waking me and running to the bus?"
Timmy looked down and smiled, "Very good point…"
I found myself smiling back at him. Of all the times I used to chase him down, glomp him, and smother him in kisses, I never thought we would end up just sitting around, having a civil conversation.
I'll admit, I couldn't be happier!
"Your turn to ask."
I thought for a while, but finally decided on a relevant question, "How do you know an alien like Mark?"
Timmy finally looked at me shyly, a small blush forming, "Just, you know, more of that 'saving the world' stuff."
"Hmm."
"Where did you get the pocketknife from?"
I smiled. No one had to know that I received that item as a particular defense mechanism. Despite what most people thought about my sister, Vicky did have a very soft side. They might see her as the cruel older sister, but she was rather protective of me. Not only that, but I admit she takes anger out on me. But, like Timmy, she finds some way to find my forgiveness.
"Some things are meant to be kept a secret," I winked.
"Hey, that's not fair! Now I get to ask my other question!"
"Nope," I stood up, aiming to find something more entertaining on this ship, "You asked; I answered."
He must have thought I was no longer in earshot, because I heard him just as I left, grumble.
"I was just going to ask why you no longer like me."
BAM.
7th CHAPTER.
TAKE THAT PROCRASTINATION.
Can't believe it! I thought I was going to stop and finish tomorrow, BUT I DID IT FOR YOU ALL.
R&R PLEASE!
