Sorry about the delay; it's been a busy past couple months. But make no mistake: things are about to really get interesting.
Tall T: I would say that Timmy's hormones aren't so much awakening as they are screaming, "Pay attention, dammit!" That being said, you inspired the beginning of the next chapter; just remember that you brought it on yourself!
As usual, I don't own any of the characters, except for the ones that I do.
Chapter 10: I Take the Sanity (You Take the Fame)
The party was winding down, and everybody was leaving. Vicky went to lay down on the couch, leaving Timmy and Tootie on the porch, watching Trixie's limo leave.
He smiled at her. "Thanks for this party. It meant a lot to me."
Tootie shyly smiled back, slightly blushing at the compliment. "It was the least I could do for you. It's kinda my fault you got expelled." She got quiet for a minute, not sure what to say.
Breaking the silence, Timmy spoke up, "There is something else. I don't know how to say this …" he nervously stopped. What if she doesn't feel the same way? What if I'm jumping the gun? Maybe I should stop now.
Tootie looked in his eyes, smiling. "You can tell me anything," she sweetly said. But as much as he tried, he couldn't say anything. No words were coming out, so he did the only thing he could think of.
He leaned in and kissed her on the lips, while his arms reached around her, holding her close to him. She was startled by this sudden affection, but quickly gave in to it, kissing him back, putting her arms around him and parting her lips. Taking his cue, he slipped his tongue between her lips, exploring her mouth, teasing her tongue with his. She let out a slight moan as she reciprocated, shifting her tongue to explore like his was.
As the kissing continued, his hands slowly slid along her sides, working their way to her front, and rubbing her bare stomach under her blouse. She broke away from the kiss long enough to whisper, "Take it off," before pushing her lips against his again.
He nervously unbuttoned her blouse from the bottom to the top and took it off her shoulders. He noticed her pink bra, and the tag saying "A-cup" underneath the middle fastener on the front; it felt strange to him. They're not as big as most girls in my class, but so what? They're Tootie's, and that's why I like them so much. He struggled to undo the fastener, while still kissing her passionately, the tongues' intensity growing with anticipation.
After he had managed to unclasp the front middle clip, he started pulling the cups off her breasts when she broke away, smiled, and started removing the shoulder straps, then said, "WAKE UP!"
Timmy jumped awake in his bed, looking up to see Cosmo and Wanda; he recognized Cosmo's voice as the "alarm", and instantly thought of ten ways to ensure he would never do that again.
Three of them did not involve a hacksaw or fire.
Timmy looked at them and then asked, "Where was I?"
Cosmo cheerily blurted out, "From the sounds of it, about to reach second base!" One wand-induced bonk to his head later, he was laying on the floor dazed.
"Thanks, Wanda," Timmy spoke, grateful, but still irritated by being awakened. "But why did you guys wake me up? I don't go back to school until Wednesday."
Cosmo groggily muttered, "You can watch the stars with me."
Wanda poofed up a picture book, "Educational Places to Take a Delinquent." She flipped through the pages showing the different places to go. "We can go to all these places. Just because you're out of school doesn't mean you can't learn."
Timmy and Cosmo blinked, then burst out in laughter for a full two minutes before Wanda put the book away, muttering under her breath, "Why do I bother?"
Timmy's mind quickly thought of an idea. "I know what I can do." He smiled widely then continued. "I can go back to sleep and maybe see Tootie's boo-right smile. Yeah, that's it!"
Both godparents put their hands on their hips in disapproval, with Cosmo whispering to Timmy, "Even I'm not dumb enough to fall for that one."
Timmy kept smirking, dryly responding, "Well, I wish I was asleep again and back to my dream, right where it left off." One poof later, and a cloud of "Sweet Dreams" and Timmy was back in his dream right where it left off.
The dream he had last week where he was being chased by pygmy ninjas.
Cosmo smirked and dryly commented, "Next time, lie better or wish better."
Wanda would normally have been shocked by her husband's deviously manipulating the wish, but she was too amused to not approve of it; after all, it wasn't hurting anybody, and she wanted to delay her godchild thinking with anything but his brain for as long as possible. She snuggled up to Cosmo, telling him, "He's got the right idea. We should go back to bed too."
Cosmo obliviously said, "But I'm not tired."
Wanda smiled wickedly and whispered in his ear, "Me neither."
Cosmo took Wanda's hand and poofed back to their castle as fast as he could.
"And now, here she is, the pretty and popular Trixie Tang!" the bus driver announced as she entered the bus. Normally, the people would be admiring her with the repeated mantra of "Gosh, you're pretty," but this time, the student reporters of the Dimmsdale Jr. High School Newspaper™ were flocking to ask and overwhelm her about her going to the party last night, with a bunch of unpopular kids, no less.
"Trixie Tang, why were you at Timmy Turner's house last night?"
"Trixie Tang, what is the nature of your relationship?"
"Trixie Tang, how do you feel about the suspension of that boy?"
"Trixie Tang, are you turning your back on popularity now?"
"Trixie Tang, is it true you're having Timmy's baby?"
Trixie stood there, numbed and overwhelmed by the sudden shift against her by the student paparazzi. Chester and A.J. were watching from the middle of the bus when Chester suddenly stood up.
A.J., confused, asked him, "What are you doing?"
Chester replied, "I don't like bullies. Especially the reporter kind." He walked up, pushing his way through the crowd of interrogators, until reaching right next to Trixie and her bodyguard, Bob. Chester turned toward the two and muttered in a low voice, "Follow my lead, Trixie, and you'll be fine."
He turned toward the reporters, now ready to ask questions about this next possible scandal involving the popular girl. He knew exactly how to handle this situation; take the control away from the ones holding the mikes. He waited a moment, then spoke in a tone screaming indignation. "Good morning, I'm Chester McBadbat, Trixie's press agent, and I'll answer the smart questions. Trixie Tang was with some unpopular kids last night, at Timmy Turner's house. And why wouldn't she be? He was the key part of the biggest story to hit this school in years. Clearly, she wanted to know for herself what was going on and what would happen with him. Her question for you is, why weren't YOU covering it? You're supposed to be reporters, and she had to rely on herself to get the coverage you should have been providing. Even today, we are getting a new principal because of Mr. Turner's actions, and the only thing you want to know is if Trixie and Turner are romantically involved? The answer is no." He paused for a minute, with the entire bus silent, then continued. "Now, here's an idea: go do some real reporting. Come back when you have something not stupid to ask."
He turned back around, took Trixie's hand, and muttered to her, "Follow me to the back of the bus. Don't speak, don't even turn your head. Let them know you're not giving them control." Bob was about to intervene when Trixie mouthed, "It's OK" to him. The three walked to the back, the reporters kept asking questions. She didn't notice the questions or even that the people were there; she was intrigued on why this boy came to help her. She knew he was Timmy's friend, and he did seem familiar, but he seemed … unaffected by her charms.
She sat down at the back of the bus, he let go of his hand, and Bob stood by Trixie. Chester turned and wordlessly went back to his seat before she could thank him.
Veronica sneered, "Why did he get involved like that?" trying to hide the fact that she tipped the paparazzi about Trixie being at Timmy's party.
Trixie answered, slightly confused, "I don't know. But this lunch time, I plan to find out."
As lunchtime came, Chester, A.J., and Tootie were sitting at their usual table, leaving a conspicuously empty seat where Timmy would be. They quietly ate, and chatted about the boring classes. Tootie was quieter than usual; her breakdown the previous Friday was on her mind, and was scared of people bringing it up. Even though they suspected (correctly) that it was a combination of good taste and fear that Francis would intervene that kept people quiet, it was still on her mind. I wish you were here, holding me through this, Timmy," she thought to herself. The two boys seemed to be asking her something, and she wasn't really listening; she just nodded her head at the appropriate times. When A.J. asked, "Is that a yes or a no?" she blurted out, "Yes, of course."
A.J. glared. "You weren't listening, were you?"
Tootie guiltily and slowly responded, "Of course I was."
"I just asked you if you were going to cut off your legs and eat them."
"I thought you meant that metaphorically."
Chester rolled his eyes and turned his head, only to be surprised by the sight of Trixie walking up to the table. "Um, Chester," she shyly asked, "can we talk?"
Chester motioned toward the empty seat.
Trixie bashfully asked, "I meant, can we talk alone?"
Chester shook his head. "Anything you have to say I would just tell them anyway. This saves time. Please, sit." He went back to his chicken nuggets as she sat down. Most boys would give up their right arm to be alone with her, and he made it clear that if she was going to talk to him it was on his terms. This was unusual, and Trixie felt like it should bother her more than it did and definitely shouldn't be making her smile like she was.
She asked quietly, "Why did you help me this morning on the bus?"
Although A.J. knew the answer, he and Tootie quickly became quiet, as they wanted to hear Chester's answer. Tootie looked at them, unsure what they were talking about – Chester hadn't said anything about this – but figured she would ask later.
Chester finished his nugget then spoke. "I don't like seeing reporters pushing people around. You were clearly in a new situation, one where they were on the hunt for some dirt and hoping they would find some. Being a McBatbat, I know how to deal with a hostile press, so I stepped in." He paused, drank some of his milk, then continued. "Besides, Timmy vouches for you as a person, and that's good enough for us." The other two kids nodded.
Trixie sat, smiled, and pondered the whole situation. How the paparazzi was in an attack mode, how this kid stood up to them for her, and mostly the confusion on why exactly she needed to know why he did it. "Well, thank you. I appreciate it."
He looked back at her. "You're welcome. But," he paused, then spoke in a little lower tone, "if I were you, I would try to find out who tipped them off and why. Up to today, they adored you because you were pretty and popular. You're still pretty and popular, so there has to be another reason they turned on you." He finished his milk. "I don't want to be rude, Trixie, but I have to study for the test coming up."
"Oh no, of course, " she nervously said. Why am I feeling nervous talking to him?
As Trixie walked back to the Popular Kids section of the lunchroom, and the three other kids walked out of the lunchroom, Tootie looked at Chester, and just started for a few seconds, prompting a "What is it?" from him.
She responded with a little surprise in her voice, "You were close to Trixie."
Chester dryly said, "That's nothing. This morning when I was running her press conference, I held her hand leading her to the back."
Tootie reached for the hand, until Chester pulled his arm away. "You know girls give me hives, Tootie."
She just looked at his hand. "But that's just it; you don't have hives."
A.J. grabbed Chester's arm. "She's right, dude. You should have had an outbreak by now."