(Timmy's PoV)
He wasn't entirely sure what to think when they finally pulled apart. Her face was red, her eyes were still closed. The one hand that wasn't still laced with his slowly reached up to her lips. He wished he knew what she was thinking. His mind seemed to have almost shut down. He couldn't think of anything, well except what just happened, and what all this meant. If she said something, anything he might be able to tell what should happen. What he should say. He just watched her. Her lips curved into a slow smile as her finger tips still brushed her lips. Given what he had known about Tootie, he expected her to scream... to jump for joy... quiet wasn't what he expected.
It seemed like eternity had passed before she opened her eyes. She looked at him her smile got wider, and now it seemed like she was fighting just to stay seated... or not to pounce on him, he wasn't sure which. Her hand squeezed his, and he felt himself smile. Not like he had before, this smile wasn't forced. He didn't have to try, and he really didn't know why he was smiling only that it felt good... he felt good. Everything else in his life had been crap... really, emotionally his life had been hell. This made him forget most of that.
"I, um... Timmy that was..." Tootie shook her head and just looked at him, the smile still on her face, her entire face now red. She looked like she was thinking of what to say, but couldn't come up with a word. He felt the same way, no word he could think of would compare to what happened. Almost everything seemed to shift inside him. In the end, she didn't finish what she started. She just grabbed him hugging him tightly her head on his shoulder. "Oh Timmy!"
(Tootie's PoV)
Her head buried in his neck, her face so red it felt like it was on fire. He hadn't been able to figure out what to say to him. The kiss... it was... perfect! She'd never really kissed a boy before, well except Timmy. That was NOTHING like this kiss though. This one made her whole body feel on fire. This one made her melt against him. She'd wondered what it would be like kissing him, she had gotten it wrong. Her imagination could have never mimicked that.
Slowly, Timmy reacted to her grabbing him. At first he had stiffened up, hesitant at first. But now his body started relaxing, his arms moved around to her back. It wasn't long before they both realized that sitting like this... more so kneeling hugging each other was not the most comfortable. Between the both of them they realized that him leaning against the side of the couch and her sitting sideways on his lap, seemed to be the most comfortable they could get on the floor.
Laying her head on his shoulder, she stared at his face, or what she could see of it anyways. Yes he initiated the first kiss, yes he helped to find a more comfortable position... but he seemed to be fighting against himself now. She reached up and cupped his cheek, like she had seen in so many movies.
"Whats wrong Timmy?" She was sure she already knew. Timmy by nature was no longer a physical person... he had his limits, and she knew... just knew that he had pushed passed most of them tonight. But she was feeling greedy, why wouldn't she be. This was exactly what she had wanted for as far back as she could remember. She had wanted Timmy to hold her, and kiss her.
"Nothing." it had taken him a moment to answer, a little longer to turn his head and look at her. He looked worried, but she wasn't sure what could have caused him to be worried.
"It's okay Timmy..." was all she could think of to say. That said she knew he was worried... and said that she wouldn't push... while letting him know it would be alright.
(Timmy's PoV)
"Whats wrong Timmy?" Nothing was wrong, and everything. Oh he enjoyed the kiss... much more than he imagined he would have. He would have never expected to kiss Tootie, and enjoy it. Her hand on his cheek... no that felt really nice too. That wasn't the problem in his mind though, what bothered him was the fact that he didn't know if this was some kind of trick. Couldn't be though, could it? She seemed to have really enjoyed the kiss... That was what she had always wanted right?
"Nothing." He lied, he was worried that letting himself enjoy the kiss... hell kissing her in the first place would come back and bite him in the ass. If this was all just some kind of revenge... making him fall for her. Normally he could shrug that off. He did when Vicki had played her cruel joke. He turned his head and looked at her it wouldn't be the same now... he was starting to see what he was missing before, and again he wondered why he had never given this violet eyed, raven haired beauty a chance before. No, stop thinking about that, he told himself, don't let yourself get pulled in.
"It's okay Timmy..." simple words that could have held many different meanings. However it relaxed him, made him feel better though he wasn't sure why. Part of him told him that this was real... that he could trust her... He expected to have a anxiety attack during or before... but he didn't.
Tootie had relaxed a lot more, she no longer even seemed to even notice, or care that it was dark in the room still. The fire brightened the room slightly, but shadows danced on the outer edges of the room. Her eyes were closed but he could tell she was still awake, as she would shift from time to time. He was wondering what they'd do for diner since they couldn't cook anything without power. They still had pizza that he had ordered. He had ordered two pizzas, normally he would have ordered just the one, but there was a special... and he didn't care as long as it got there. Now he he was happy that he gave into the special.
"Hey... do you want..." he started to ask if she wanted to go ahead and eat the pizza, since it was all they had at the moment to eat. When Tootie's stomach growled. Her eyes opened slightly, even in the dim light he could see violet looking sideways at him. He held a straight face and pretended he didn't hear it... for about two seconds before he started laughing. Her cheeks turned redder than they were after they kissed. It was cute... though it only had him laughing harder.
She didn't look up much while eating. The nervousness he had felt when she first arrived was all but gone. He'd kissed Tootie, and even laughed at something cute she had done... not in a mean way... He looked at her, the best he could in the dim light. She sat with her back against the couch, her knees drawn up to her chest. Her face not really visible... had he upset her? Had she thought that he was making fun of her? He only laughed because it was prefect timing, on her stomach's part. Then again, he knew more than most... that being laughed at could hurt someone's feelings.
He set his plate down, then crawled over next to her. This wasn't his area of expertise, he really had no idea how to fix this. Maybe if he had a sister, or anyone close to him, he might know what he was supposed to do, supposed to say. His mind could only draw a blank, but his body didn't seem to have that problem. His hand reach out and touched her shoulder, he felt her body jump at his touch.
It felt like hours before her head finally looked up form her knees. Her eyes puffy, she seemed to be having issues focusing through the tears, and in the dim light without her glasses or contacts. Those eyes looked into his... he felt like she was looking inside of him. He's kissed her, he was here comforting her, or trying to. Why couldn't he just say something, do something to make up for laughing at her. It was an honest mistake. He remembered what it was like when Vicki had played that cruel trick on him... pretended to like him. Gotten him to fall for her... and when he was the most vulnerable... "I... I'm sorry... I wasn't making fun of you or anything... I... It was mean, I'm sorry."
That's it... Tootie had finally gotten what she wanted, what she had wanted for years. She had been vulnerable in those moments after the kiss, when sitting on his lap in the dimly lit room. He'd enjoyed every minute of that, but he hadn't been hoping for it... planning for it for years. When he laughed at her... did she think it had been some kind of game to him? Just a cruel form of rejection?
(Tootie's PoV)
Why did her stomach have to do that now? It was so romantic... it was her dream come true. Everything she had wanted for as far back as she could remember, was just that moment. Then he laughed at her... It wasn't her fault she was hungry. All she had had was a little of the pizza for lunch, being close to Timmy again was making her nervous again. So before her stomach was too knotted to eat anything more than a little. She ate a little of the pizza now, enough to make her stomach stop. Then pulled her knees up to her chest.
She jumped as she felt his hand touch her shoulder, at first she didn't think anything of it, until it didn't move from her shoulder. She hesitated a bit before lifting her head. She tried to focus on his face, but everything was blurry. So she focused on what she could see, his blue eyes, even in this dim light she could see his eyes. And he just looked at her, she wished she knew what he was thinking. That would have been too simple wouldn't it.
"I... I'm sorry... I wasn't making fun of you or anything... I... It was mean, I'm sorry." Somewhere inside of herself, she knew he wasn't being mean to her... but she was so used to rejection. No boys had ever paid attention her her, and Timmy... well he paid attention but it wasn't good. There was something about him though... something that made her want to chase him. Something inside him that made her giddy even when he ran.
"Do you remember when we first met?" He seemed to think about it for a while, but she didn't need to she remembered it clearly. It has always been a strong memory for her.
Six year old Tootie stood alone in in the middle of a play ground again. She wore a gray and black pleated skirt with leggings under it, a black jacket and hat covering her head. Her family had just finished moving into their new house. Her older sister Vicki had dropped her off at the neighborhood park, for the fourth day in a row. Vicki was supposed to be watching her but of course Tootie had been left there to her own devices. Vicki had been like this for as long as she could remember. She never seemed to care about her.
Tootie just wanted to be like her friends at her old school. Their older sisters and brothers were nice to them, played with them, and they were nice to her too. But Vicki never was, she was just well Vicki. She might be young, but she knew enough to know that she didn't seem to care. But none of that was important. She was here alone at the park. Where she came from that wouldn't have been such a bad thing. She had friends there, people she had grown up with all her life. Normally she wouldn't have worried much. She was a happy go lucky kinda girl. But before she had left she had went tot he dentist and eye doctor, ending up in braces, and glasses. Her old friends didn't mind... but the newer kids she'd met the other days, well they hadn't been very nice.
Tootie started heading towards the swings, she watched the other kids run around any play. She wanted to go over she wanted to play with them. They weren't nice to her, and she didn't understand why. She was nice she shared well, her teacher back in her other school had said so. Today unlike the other days she didn't bother going over to them. She just watched them as she sat on the swing, and waited for when Vicki would come back to take her home.
"Oh look! It's that girl again!" A black hair girl called pointing her way. She had a pink hair band in her hair, a white skirt and matching leggings, and a pink turtleneck. If she remembered right this girls name was Trixie. She remember the other kids talking to her one of the other days. She was by far the worse of the group. The one that seemed to be in charge.
A couple of the other kids snickered, and laughed. The other days the kids had left her alone after she had tried to be friendly. Now they seemed to be coming her way. This Trixie girl was bad news... even meaner than her sister Vicki. Vicki was mean, but she was open about it, Vicki didn't hide behind fake smiles... she wished Vicki was here. Even though Vicki was mean to her, she wouldn't let all these other kids pick on her, she just knew Vicki would help... she was her sister after all.
"What are you doing back? I thought I made it clear enough that we didn't want you here." the girl sneered, looking at her. Some of the other kids sneered with her, but not all of them seemed to share her opinion but were too scared to say otherwise.
"I... Uh..." Tootie didn't know what to say, but she was interrupted anyways.
"I... Uh..." The Trixie girl mocked. Then started to say something else, but she too was interrupted.
"She can be here," A boy walked from the side, he had a pink hat on a gray jacket, and black pants. His eyes were a pretty blue. He had a slight smirk on his face. In a few years she would notice, that this was before Vicki... before he changed... and well before he lost all hope.
"Oh yeah Timmy? Who says?" The girl snapped, the false smile no longer on her face. There was something between them, maybe it was because he didn't seem to follow like the others. Maybe when he grew up he would, but for now he didn't care.
"I do," he shrugged, surprising her as well as the Trixie girl as he took her hand and pulled her to the other side of the park. They sat on a bench. Tootie told him all about her old home, her friends. The it got to her new house, and family. So she didn't make a lot of new friends like her mother had told her, she met Timmy. Since he was the only one that was nice to her, it was something.
Little Did Tootie know that new friendship wouldn't last long. But she had never given up on that nice boy she met the first day that listened to her talk about everything she missed from her old neighborhood. It was simple things now that she thought about it, now she was older that didn't mean much anymore. But the boy... that boy was starting to come back. Something changed in him after a few weeks. He didn't seem to remember her... or tried to forget. Maybe he went through a not liking girls phase, and she was in the wrong place when he started noticing them again... No point in thinking about that, she had him now... didn't she?
"Yes..." Timmy said after a long pause, maybe he was remembering the same thing she was... she wondered how he remembered it. Did he watch her the first few days? Watched how lonely she was before he came over to save her from Trixie. "You looked so sad."
Timmy's hand reached out and touched her knee, and she leaned against him. He was very close her her. She wondered how long it would last. Timmy wasn't a touchy feely person, as much as she wanted him to be. This was just the start she thought as she leaned her head up, their lips meeting again. It might just be for now... for this minute. But she planned to take full advantage of it.
Soon it became dark, she clung to Timmy as he went to the downstairs closet to get pillows and blankets. He made a small pallet in front of the fireplace. This too she would take advantage of, he had originally planned to make two near the fireplace. But it was a colder than usual night. She insisted it would be better if they shared a pallet for body heat... that wasn't her real reason, but Timmy couldn't argue with it, even though he tried.
It was awkward at first finding a position that didn't embarrass either one of them too much. Though she was sure it embarrassed him much more than it did her. Finally Timmy lay on his back, with Tootie curled against his side her head on his chest. This is what dream are made of. This is everything she could have ever hoped for. Even if this Timmy went farther away in the morning, she would know he was in there somewhere. All she had to do was sit, wait, and be with him as much as she could.
