I really dropped the ball on updating this story in a timely fashion. I'm sorry, you guys deserve better.
Breakfast with Vicky was the same awkward but exciting experience Timmy had learned to expect from being near her. Timmy knew her better than anyone in the world but casual conversation was still difficult. So Timmy sat and ate in silence as Vicky sat down across from him and flashed him a devilish grin before she began to eat as well. With neither Timmy or Vicky speaking the Turner house was quiet; quiet enough that Tootie and Veronica could still be heard arguing outside.
"You're like such a nerdy little loser!"
"Yeah, well at least I can speak without using the word like in every sentence."
"So?" Timmy spoke up trying to ignore the fight he still felt responsible for.
"Did you do anything interesting this week?"
"You mean besides blackmailing children into doing my chores?" Vicky asked.
"Uh huh."
"Well, nothing really …except I found this."
Vicky reached into one of her pockets and dumped a small black object on the kitchen table. Timmy examined the object more closely and found that it was a black butterfly knife with the blade in between the handles.
"Remember it?" Vicky asked.
"No should I?"
"That's the knife that asshole tried to stab me with a few weeks ago, the one you saved me from."
Timmy, blushed a little, the way Vicky had worded it made it sound like Timmy was a hero, which he didn't believe he was.
"I found it on the street yesterday a few seconds before I found that blonde girl all over you. You're lucky I didn't use it against you then; I was so pissed at you.
"Well if you didn't use it against me then why did you keep it?"
"I wanted it as a memento of when my twerp protected me plus you know me I can't say no to a weapon."
"Right." Timmy forced out like what Vicky had just said was normal.
The sound of someone fiddling with the front door became audible; to Timmy's horror he thought Tootie or Veronica had forced their way into his house. When the door was opened however it wasn't Tootie or Veronica in the doorway but Mr. Turner. "Timmy, Vicky, were back."
Vicky quickly snatched up the knife she had left on the kitchen table before she got up to greet the Turners in their living room. It was only Saturday and Timmy's parents weren't supposed to be home till Sunday. Timmy didn't know why his parents had come home early but he had it admit that for the first time in his life he was unhappy to see them home while Vicky was watching him.
Timmy left the kitchen for his living room; by the time he got there his mother had entered the house as well. Vicky was speaking in the same preposterously happy and fake voice she always used for the Turners. Timmy could tell she wasn't happy to see them like she used to be; ordinarily Vicky was overjoyed to see the people that paid her huge sums of cash but things had changed between Timmy and her.
Mrs. Turner reached into her purse and withdrew a large was of bills which she handed to Vicky. Taking and pocketing the money, Vicky took one final look at Timmy before she left the Turner home. Mr. and Mrs. Turner turned their attention from the babysitter to their child. Mrs. Turner was the first to speak.
"Timmy, we've got a surprise for you."
"What, you're sending me to military school?
" Timmy didn't really want to give his parents attitude but they're early arrival had put him in a foul mood. This time Mr. Turner spoke. "Nope, even better we finally decided that your right. You are too old for a babysitter."
"What?" Timmy squeaked out with the realization that something bad was happening.
Timmy's father spoke again. "You've been saying it for years and your finally old enough that we think your right."
The urge to protest nearly overpowered Timmy but he managed to control himself. A complete reversal in his opinion towards Vicky would rouse the suspicions of his parents. The last thing he wanted to do was to give his parents a reason to think there was something going on between him and Vicky. Though he knew that he should try to sound happy, Timmy barely managed to raise his voice above a whisper when he spoke. "Good."
Having nothing else to say to his parents Timmy went to his room to think his situation over. Without the guise of babysitting him, it was unlikely that he would see Vicky any longer let alone ever be alone with her. If Timmy's parents continued their weekly getaways, which he believed they would. That gave him free time to see Vicky, but between Timmy's friends and Vicky's little sister, Timmy found it hard to believe they could ever get together without someone noticing. Despite his wishes Timmy resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn't see Vicky anymore, the girl he found it difficult to go a minute without thinking about.