Warm regards to all readers.

This is my second attempt at a FanFiction, this time involving The Fairly OddParents. (Please note, I tend to flit from work to work on whatever idea comes to mind. So, if you would like me to write on a particular show/novel/movie let me know, however please know I not an anime fan in any sense {Sorry in advance to any anime fans}).

This piece will be significantly longer than my first.

On another note, I have made some notable inclusions such as Tootie's last name (Mitchell) and Timmy's parent's names (Teresa and Todd). The rest was created by Nickelodeon.

Unlike my first FanFiction, this piece is in progress, so if you enjoy it, please let me know and I will try to crank out new chapters as quickly as possible.

All feedback (including criticism) is encouraged, and as always, enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Boy In The Ballcap

Tootie Mitchell began the day in the same way she always had. Getting ready and hustling out the door as soon as possible to be away from the girl who made her life terrible. God, how she loathed her. It wasn't only little kids who lives were routinely made hell because of Vicky, but her sister's as well. Every morning she woke and did her morning necessities as quickly as possible, all while under the vigilant scrutiny of a vile redhead who spat venom at everyone and everything. No matter the task: showering, getting dressed, making the both of them breakfast, it was always move faster, get to it, get out. Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell, terrified to even share the same room with Vicky woke early every morning and left for work, not even bothering to return until Vicky fell asleep, and they could revel in the peace that fell over the house, if only for a short time.

On this particular day, Tootie had cleaned up early, gotten dressed, fixed her make-up, and was already making breakfast when Vicky came traipsing down the stairs, and with a sigh of boredom plopped down into a kitchen chair, the sound reverberating throughout the narrow kitchen space.

"So, what's for breakfast bitch?" she stated, not even bothering to glance in her general direction.

"Great to know she's in such a loving mood this morning", Tootie thought to herself, but kept her appearance passive.

"Eggs and bacon" she replied, "You know, just the usual." She crossed the kitchen and set down the plates of food. Pondering for a moment, she walked to the refrigerator, and scanning briefly the contents, returned to the table with a bottle of orange juice and a glass of milk. She finished her food quickly and sat back, waiting for Vicky to finish so she could clean the dishes before catching the bus to school.

Vicky too finished, and sat back, seeming to notice Tootie for the first time that morning. Doing this she paused, and raised an eyebrow at Tootie. Noting the look Tootie asked, "What?"

Vicky finished a bite of her bacon before replying, "Just wondering why you look like you took a face dive into a cake?"

Tootie had spent a lot of time on her make-up this morning. She wanted more than anything to impress the one person she had dreamed of for years and years, Timmy Turner. God, he was dreamy. Over the course of the years he had grown into quite the chiseled stud. He was a starter on the football, wrestling, and track team and could always be found at the house parties down the street.

Unfortunately, as he grew in size and popularity, so did his arrogance, and he rarely gave Tootie a second glance anymore. Tootie had grown too, much in the same way. She had filled out, both in the chest and hips, and was sure her evil sister was secretly jealous of her heightened appearance. Whereas Timmy had become the jock however, Tootie had taken a different path, finding her passions in theatre, photography, and journalism, dedicating nearly all her free time to Dimmsdale High's fine arts department. Some of the boys did throw themselves at her, but she always refused hoping that Timmy would come around and see the error in letting her slip past him.

Before Tootie could answer however, Vicky started up again.

"Oh, don't even bother with an excuse, we both know it's for that little twerp down the street." She let this settle in the air for a moment.

"So, what if it is?" Tootie retorted, standing up and placing her hands on her hips, "That's my damn business and not yours."

Vicky too stood, a look of rage filling her eyes. Seeing the anger in her eyes, Tootie shrunk back, expecting the usual slap or punch that generally followed the times that she was brave enough to stand up against her sister. But Vicky just smiled and crossed to the door. Throwing on her coat she swung the door open and paused.

"Because he doesn't give a shit about you anyways" she shot back, "and it's my job to make your life miserable, not him." With this she spun on her heels and walked out, slamming the door behind her.

Tootie turned and stood over the sink, blinking back hot tears and trying not to let it ruin the make-up she had worked so hard to get right. What Vicky had said hit her hard, and she sighed deeply. As much as she refused to admit it, she knew deep in her heart Vicky was right. Timmy didn't care, and he never would. He was always after better girls, prettier girls, smarter girls, girls Tootie just couldn't compete with. She sighed, dropping the dishes in the sink and scrubbing them with a weathered sponge. Bacon grease and egg residue mingled with salty tears as she broke down and sobbed freely. She sat down and shook with heaves, as the sadness rolled over her. It was just then the school bus decided to pull up, honking the horn several times. "Shit" she thought, throwing on her jacket and backpack. "All that work this morning and I had to go and ruin it." She brushed herself up as best she could in the mirror, before turning and walking out into the chilly morning.

That particular morning the Turner household was no less abuzz with activity than the Mitchells. Teresa flew about the house throwing on a designer suit and preparing to meet with a client, which she was already late for. Todd had the day off but was scuttling around the house trying to his best to set up an appointment with a plumber for their kitchen sink, which had been in a bad state of despair for the last week or so.

Timmy too was frantically sprinting about the room, searching for binders and books which had become scattered about the room. The team was finally about to get back together to start practices, and he had decided to invite over Chester and AJ the night before to talk things over about the upcoming season. They had also chatted about the usual: cars, new video game releases, and schoolwork they didn't care to complete, until finally the talk had inevitably turned to women.

"So, Timmy" started Chester, eyeing him deviously, "Got yourself a nice little piece now, don't you?"

Timmy flushed scarlet but couldn't help but smile in admittance at Chester's claim. He glanced over to see AJ flashing a coy grin as well.

"Took you long enough, you know that?"

Timmy nodded his head in agreement, thinking of the foxy woman who now commanded much of his time and attention: Trixie Tang. After years and years of never paying him a moment's notice, she had finally come to like him. He assumed it was due to the constant string of assholes who walked all over her, while Timmy actually treated her really well. He also couldn't complain about the fact she had let him sleep with her on the second date. Many times he had dreamed about her tight, hot body, and his wanting and wishing had finally come to fruition without the need for any magical intervention. Even now the thought conjured deep memories in his mind, but he brushed them off and continued getting ready.

Chester and AJ had risen early that morning and thrown on the changes of clothes they had packed. AJ had crashed on the futon that Timmy had settled into one corner of the room and Chester had simply slept on the floor using his backpack as a pillow. With his rough upbringing, he could fall asleep just about anywhere he was able to lay down. With the bus coming early in the mornings, they had both made their way down to the sidewalk to wait. Every few minutes he would hear one of them yelling at him to hurry up or he'd miss it.

At that moment, Cosmo and Wanda popped into the room with a flash and whiff of smoke as they always did when poofing from one place to another.

"What's shaking today, Timmy?" Cosmo asked in his usual idiotic manner.

"Oh hush, Cosmo" Wanda shot back, "You know he has school and then practice."

"Oh" Cosmo replied, "Right. I had forgot."

Timmy shook his head and rolled his eyes. No matter how long he spent with Cosmo, and loved him dearly, sometimes his blinding stupidity had to make even Timmy chuckle.

"Oh, here sport, let us help you with that" Wanda finally announced. With a flick of her wand, she had tidied up the room, and organized Timmy's backpack.

"Thanks Wanda, don't know what I would do without you two keeping me straight."

"Yeah, yeah" she replied jovially, "All part of the job kiddo, don't sweat it."

With this they both popped into Timmy's gym bag, with Cosmo appearing as a football, and Wanda appearing as a mouthguard.

"Hey" Cosmo objected, "Why does Wanda get to be the mouthguard?"

"Because" she replied dryly, "Something intelligent has to be in Timmy's mouth once in a while.

"Hey, cut it out you two" Timmy interjected, laughing at Wanda's sarcasm. He made his way down the stairs, shaking a bottle of his favorite morning protein shake mix. Before he walked out he grabbed a banana. "Bye Mom, Bye Dad" he called, walking through the living room. Per usual the response, "Bye Son" echoed through the house. Timmy opened the door and stepped out into the chilly autumn morning to wait for the bus with the boys.

Even despite the thick coat she was wearing Tootie shivered against the cold. Wrapping the jacket even tighter, she took a deep breath, waiting for the bus to arrive. It arrived at the bus stop with the hiss of air brakes, ejecting a stream of steam against the cold morning air.

The door swung open as the bus driver maneuvered the lever, and she paused for a second.

The bus driver, having none of it growled at her, "Dammit kid, get a move on. You're letting all the heat out."

"Yeah, yeah" she retorted, stepping onto the bus and scanning for an empty seat. She started making her ways down the seats, when she spotted Veronica waving at her from the back of the bus. She smiled and started that way, eager to take her seat and try and get warm.

Just as she started to move however, the bus made a sudden lurch and she fell, face first. Throwing her arms out she latched onto the nearest objects she could find to steady herself. Thankfully, the seat to her right was only filled by one person who had elected to scrunch up against the window, but as she glanced to the left, she noticed her hand in a rather unfortunate position, and she snatched up her hand in astonishment.

She glanced to see who the person was, only to find Timmy Turner staring back at her, his deep blue eyes cutting into her like a knife.

"You okay?" He asked, helping to pick her up off the floor.

"Uh – uh, I, uh" she stammered, unable to focus on anything except the fact that he was touching her, and she flushed a violent shade of crimson. Just as she did so however, she was rocked back into the seat behind her by a push. Eyes flaring wide she looked out to discover the perpetrator: Trixie Tang.

"Great" she thought woefully. "As if dealing with Vicky in the morning wasn't enough."

"How dare you lay a hand on my man!" she screeched, anger flaring in her eyes. Tootie leapt to feet however, not content to go down without a fight.

"Oh, don't be such a bitch" she shot back. "I fell, that's all. Why would I want my hands on him anyways?!"

In saying this she looked up at Timmy and was surprised to see a measure of pain in his eyes, as if what she said had hurt him. Why would he give a damn though? she wondered to herself. He's got perfect little Trixie Tang to keep him company.

She started to brush herself off, when she felt herself being hauled up by the collar by a very angry bus driver.

"Jesus, kid, I've already had to deal with you once today, and I don't intend to have to do it anymore. Now get to the back of the bus and SIT DOWN" he roared.

Turning back to Trixie and Timmy he took a shot at them as well, "As for you two, I don't have much of a problem with you, but if I have to stop this bus again, there will be one. Is that in any way not understood?"

Trixie and Timmy both shook their heads and settled back down into their seats. Trixie glared furiously back at Tootie, but Timmy sat head bowed, still looking rather upset.

Tootie made her way to the back of the bus and flopped down next to her best friend Veronica. Veronica had at one point in time been Trixie's best friend, but going into high school, Trixie had begun to shun the one girl who genuinely looked up to her, and Veronica decided she had dealt with enough. She met Tootie through the arts department and they quickly bonded over their loves of fashion, theatre, and film celebrities. As she sat down, Tootie's blood was still boiling and she gritted her teeth, wanting more than anything to pommel the little bitch into a pulp on the bus floor.

"Don't even worry about them" Veronica said, noticing Tootie's look, "They're not worth the time, I should know."

"You're right" Tootie replied.

But it wasn't Trixie that was distracting her. It was the look on Timmy's face when she made that backhanded comment. "Why would he look at me like that?" She thought to herself, it's not like he likes me anyways. But even as she made small talk with Veronica, the only thing occupying her mind was the look of the boy in the ballcap toward the front of the bus.