/AN/ I do not own Toy Story or any of the characters that are cannon to the franchise. All other characters are my own.

Woody/Jessie fanfiction, though the focus will be split between them and Andy's perspective. The timeline is between TS2 and TS3. I hope you all read and review! This is my first ever fanfic, so I welcome any and all suggestions and criticism./AN/

Andy's room was no different from any normal boy's room - a cluttered mess of posters and pictures haphazardly adorning almost every inch of exposed wall, perhaps hiding the shame of having childish golden stars on a pastel blue background as wallpaper. An unkempt bed with a blanket that seemed much too large draped over the white sheets. An electronic guitar still plugged into an amp lay beside a small CRT set, both of which seem untouched for ages. An adorable toy box shaped like a wagon that was filled almost to the brim with dolls, action figures, board games and other such things. Lastly was his desk - paper and post-it notes strewn about, stickers on the drawers mimicking the posters on the walls, a desk lamp on the side, and a laptop, open and ready for use.

Perhaps the only difference between his room and any other normal boy's room would be the fact that his room, for a boy at least, was pretty clean. No dirty clothes on the floor, rug was dust-free and the floor didn't have any trash scattered about. Well, that and he wasn't alone in his room.

"Mmmmm!" a young redhead breathed out as she stretched, the swivel chair she was on tilted slightly against her weight. The pair sat next to each other as Andy pushed the laptop to the side and plopped his textbook. The title Algebra 2 glared at him like a sinister omen, and he preemptively grabbed both sides of his head in his hands, his fingers manically ruffling through his hair.

"I can't do this, Jen. I can't." Moaned the poor boy miserably. "I could barely do Algebra, now it's back with a vengeance!"

"Oh, quit your whining," replied Jenny as she squinted at him with her shimmering sapphire eyes, her lips turned upwards in a playful smirk, "we haven't even opened the book yet, and poor ol' Andy's already gonna give up!"

Andy glanced upwards to look at her before quickly looking away. This girl had always flustered him, and what was worse was that she was well aware of how she made him feel. She enjoyed it, actually, and took almost every opportunity to embarrass him with it. It wasn't always like that - three years prior they were as close as could be, but as she slowly blossomed into young lady, he found it harder and harder to stay composed with her.

And she loved it. "D'awwww," she cooed, scooting closer to Andy's face with her own, "is someone feelin' a lil' grumpy today?" Her breath tickled his skin, sending waves of electricity down the victim's spine. Andy's face showed her everything she wanted to see. Patches of red on his cheeks, sweat appearing on his brow and his own ocean-blue eyes frantically pacing the space in front of them.

Has she no sense of personal space? Andy thought to himself, annoyed at his feelings and her awareness of it. He cleared his throat and stared right back at her, his brows crumpled in mild frustration. "Jen, we can't afford to waste time, alright? I swear Mr. Freeman's out to get me and if I don't get my grades up-"

He was shushed as Jenny placed a finger between his lips. "I know, I know. I was just teasing."

"You're always 'just teasing.'"

"And you love me for it."

Andy sighed and rolled his eyes as the pair finally went down to business. Jenny explained the equations and scenarios as best as she could and Andy did his best not to smack his head against the book in hopes that his skin can absorb the information better than his brain can. Still, he was thankful Jenny was there for him. She was one of the reasons why he kept his grades up throughout the years. As much as she was playful, energetic and childish, she was also pretty smart, at least when it came to math.

"So let's set up a scenario." said the red-headed tutor.

"Go on." replied the frazzled student in a sigh.

"So imagine I'm chasing after you with the intent to kiss you."

"Jen, come o-"

"Hush. So you've got about a five hour head start and are currently running at... oh, let's say..." she gave him a once-over, "fifteen kilometers per hour."

Andy merely sighed and nodded in defeat.

"And I, having reached the speed and prowess of Usain Bolt, run at forty five kilometers per hour."

"What!"

"Ah, ah, ah, Aaaandy!" She responded in a giggle, wagging her finger at him. "You gotta let the tutor make up the scene or else you'll never learn."

He sighed once again. This was a regular occurence when she was around.

"So..." she leaned forward, pressing her nose against the flustered boy. In a whisper, she continued, "How long will it take before I catch you and feel your lips against mine?"

Andy could only gulp. He knew that all she wanted was to make him suffer from embarrassment. He did his best to steel himself, but his lips quivered and eyes widened from the proximity. HAS SHE NO SENSE OF PERSONAL SPACE?

It was only a second later that she pulled away as quickly as she pushed forward, swiveling around in her swivel chair and standing up, walking towards the bed.

"You got fifteen minutes, Mr. Davis, or else I might need to teach you with a crop." She teased.

Andy shook the mental image she placed in his head away before he grabbed an empty piece of paper, scribbling down whatever numbers he remembered. "Fifteen kilometers per hour... forty five kilometers per hour... uhm..." he muttered under his breath.

"Don't forget the five hour head start!" called out the mischievous redhead as she made her way to his bed. Though they had been friends ever since she was thirteen, she never had the opportunity to go inside his room, or any boy's room for that matter. Her parents wouldn't allow it - telling her that 'boys only had one thing on their mind.' She chuckled to herself - Andy wasn't the type to do that to her. He was respectful, shy, and looked out for her. Perhaps it was because he was an older brother to a little sister, or perhaps... she sighed to herself. Perhaps it was because he had to become the 'man of the house' at such a young age.

Regardless, she grinned to herself as she bent down and lifted the edge of the blanket that hid the bottom of the bed. Turning to glance at Andy, she confirmed that he was busying himself with the equation too much to pay attention to her shenanigans. Andy was still a boy, after all. And a young man like him would surely need... certain outlets, that much, she was aware. All she needed was the dirt.

Peering around, she clasped her mouth to keep herself from snikering too loudly. So THAT'S why his room was all neat and clean! He had probably stuffed all of his clothes and trash underneath the bed before she entered the room, seeing pile after pile of crumpled clothes and paper lay askew. She glanced left and right, hoping to find a box of some sort. Something that could easily hide...

"What's this?" she inquired softly.

Meanwhile, Andy rubbed his temple with one hand and used a pencil as a drumstick with the other. His mind was near dizzy trying to make sense of the equation, while jumping between images of a crazed Jenny kissing him after a long chase, and Jenny in a teacher's outfit, holding a crop and gazing at him seductively. He felt her creep up behind him and he finally gave in.

"Jen. See, this is the part I don't ge-"

"Boy howdy!" Replied Woody as he was voiced and lifted by Jen, "Woody says, stay in school, kids!"

"Woody!" Andy replied in alarm, snatching the ragdoll from Jen. Instantly, blood rushed back to his face, but he was too upset to notice his embarrassment. "Were you looking through my stuff?!" He accused.

"I wasn't looking through your stuff. I was looking at your stuff and I happened to find him!" She responded, swaying back and forth as she tilted her feet. Still, she did feel bad and didn't want her best friend to be angry with her. "Come on, pardner," she added with a gruff, western accent, "ain't nuthin wrong with playin' with dolls."

"He's not a doll. He's-"

"An action figure?" She interrupted him, her brow raised. "Come on, Andy. Cliches are above you."

"Don't go and change the subject." He replied sharply before turning around and crossing his arms. "You went through my private stuff and that's not cool, Jenny. Not cool."

Jenny knew he was indeed upset. He'd always call her by her nickname, Jen. Him calling her Jenny was akin to her mother yelling out Jennifer Jean in frustration. Lord knows what it would mean if Andy did that to her. She sighed and pouted before walking up to him and hugging him from behind. "I'm... sorry." She mumbled as she clasped her hands together around him.

Andy was mad. Or rather, Andy wanted to be mad. She loved to constantly annoy him, but this time was too far. She needed to learn that he too had his limits, even if they were best friends. But his anger quickly ebbed as he felt her weight against him. Looking down at her dainty fingers, he let out a sigh and mumbled back in response. "It's alright..."

"Thank you!" She responded with enthusiasm, letting go of Andy and twirling around. Andy chuckled softly and turned to her, only to once again be shocked as she twirled around with the toy cowboy in her clutches. "Jen!"

"You know, you've actually got the rare version." She remarked, ignoring his outburst.

"The rare version?"

"Of Woody, ya goof. See this right here?"

"What, his vest?"

"Mhm! The vest is naturally dyed and blanket stitched. The newer models were made by machines and you can tell the difference easily."

Andy could only nod his head and pinch his chin in thought as he watched her explain.

"The face is hand painted as well..." she stared at the doll closely, "Did you paint a newer coat on Woody recently?"

Andy shrugged. "I remember one time where he had this weird mark on his forehead and my mom used nail polish to hide it."

"Huh... and lastly, the hat is hand stitched and polyvinyl. Yep. This is definitely the first model. I think there are only a handful left in the world."

"I don't know anything about that..." he replied, rubbing the back of his neck, "It was a hand-me-down from when my dad was a kid.

"Makes sense. These were long gone when we were kids, I think the toy of our generation was..."

"Buzz Lightyear." They both said and giggled at one another.

"I'm actually surprised that you know so much about Woody, Jen." Andy remarked thoughtfully. "I mean, it's pretty impressive of you, actually."

"Well, I wouldn't say impressive." She glanced away, hiding a slight pink in her cheeks as she chuckled awkwardly. It was rare for Andy to compliment her, but whenever he did, she knew he was being completely honest. His honesty was perhaps the best thing she loved in him, along with his looks.

The boy quickly took notice of Jenny's awkwardness though, and leaned in to get a good look at her before she turned to face him, smiling seductively. He took two steps back and she followed him, slowly he pressed himself against the wall. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me, cowboy." She winked, her fingers walking up his form and poking him gently on the nose. "But I look forward to showing you everything I have to hide someday." Andy gulped audibly.

"Andy! Jenny! You two better be studying up there!" Shouted Andy's mom from the bottom of the stairs to Andy's room.

"Yes, mom!" He yelled back, though still remained glued to the wall.

"Besides!" Chimed in the mischievous redhead. "What else could we possibly be doing in the privacy of Andy's room?"

"Jen!" Andy placed a hand on her mouth to prevent her from damning the two of them even further and yelled back at his mother. "She's kidding! And I'm saving myself for marriage!"

"Good boy!" They heard his mom respond. Jenny couldn't hold back her laughter and shook underneath Andy's hold with playful glee, her muffled chortles filling the room. With his mom's response, Andy let go of Jenny and slumped over his swivel chair, burying his head under his arms, groaning to himself.

"Awwww... Andy, I was just teasing."

"You're always 'just teasing.'"

"And you love me for it."

The rest of the evening went off without a hitch. Jenny went back to tutoring Andy, Andy gripped his head as he slowly figured things out. It took a while, but he was slowly gaining confidence once he finally put the pieces together and saw the logic of it all. "Ah!" He remarked, "That makes sense!"

"That," she responded, "is what I've been saying all this time!"

"Well, you should have just said that instead of the other stuff!"

"Ugh!" she pinched her nose in frustration and shook her head.

And once again, he took to reading. She, on the other hand, absentmindedly tossed the toy cowboy in the air and caught him as he came back down. "You know," she mused between each toss, "I think in Japan, there's a museum that collects toys and stuff."

"Mhm." Was the deadpan reply Andy gave as he concentrated on studying.

"Well," she caught Woody and looked into the doll's eyes. "I think I read an article that said that they were looking for Woody's roundup dolls. If you have the set, I think they'd buy it for like a million dollars."

"A million dollars?!" He was instantly intrigued, mathematics perhaps the furthest from his mind at the moment. Glancing over towards Jenny, he watched her as she used his laptop. An article popped up on the screen, and she handed him the computer.

"One... point five million dollars!" Andy read and whistled, impressed. "They're seriously going to spend that much on toys?"

"Like I said, only a handful of 'em left. I'd be surprised if you had Jessie and Bullseye."

Quickly, Andy made his way to the toy box and lifted the lid. Jenny raised a brow in curiosity as she watched him pull out a few other toys. She gasped when he presented her with Jessie, the faithful Deputy doll and Bullseye, Woody's trusty stallion doll.

"Jessie!" She squealed, grabbing her and lifting the doll close to her face. "I've always wanted her, but she was already sold out when I heard about her. I didn't even get to buy her other versions."

"Oh, now look at who's the big baby, playing with her dolls."

"You're never too old to play with toys." She responded, unfazed by his comments.

"Well, so you're telling me that some Japanese dudes are willing to give me one and a half million for these guys right here?"

"Nope. You still need Prospector Pete. He's part of the Woody's Roundup Gang too."

"Oh." He sighed in disappointment as he stared at Woody and Bullseye.

"Ah, cheer up, Andy." She smiled at him as she sat Jessie next to Woody. "You know, I've got a Pete doll at home... he's still in good condition too. I wouldn't mind giving him to you if you wanted him." She hastily looked to the side as another pink flush greeted her cheeks.

"You would, huh." Muttered Andy as he kept his eyes locked onto his toys. One point five million for these guys. One point five. "If I had one point five million dollars, I wouldn't have to waste time learning maths."

"Awww..." she pouted as she sat down next to him. "Then I wouldn't have an excuse to go in your room anymore, Andy."

"Har, har, har." He laughed sarcastically, rolling his eyes and smiling at her. She giggled and smiled back - as much as she loved his attention, what she adored the most was his dazzling smile.

"...well, it's time for me to go. Walk me home?"

"Sure. Give me a minute to put these guys back in the box and I'll catch up with you outside."

"Don't take too long, cowboy." She winked and left the room, leaving Andy alone, watching his dolls.

He sighed, eyeing each of the dolls he's kept over the years. He felt guilty. Guilty for not playing with them anymore. Guilty to have left his childhood behind, and what's worse, feel embarrassed by it. His eyes darted over to the article on the screen and back at the smiling faces of his childhood heroes.

"I wouldn't sell you guys for the world." He admitted to himself, hugging the dolls.

"D'awwwwww!" Cooed Jenny, who was apparently spying on Andy, "Ain't that just the sweetest lil' thing in the entire world!"

"That's it! Come here you!"

Jenny squealed and ran out of the room with Andy giving chase, slamming the door behind him.

Andy's room was no different from any other boy's room. Posters and pictures lay askew on the walls. A bed messily made, clothes and trash carelessly tossed under the bed. A small CRT TV next to a desk. On the desk were three distinct dolls, eyes glistening, reflecting the light from the desk lamp.

It was still and silent for a moment before Woody began to blink.

"Mmmmmm!" The rambunctious redhead breathed out as she stretched herself. "Hoowee, am I glad to be out of that box!"

"Preachin' to the choir, Jess." Replied Woody. Bullseye neighing and nodding in agreement.

"I can't believe Andy thought about selling us!" Pouted Jessie as she kicked the floor.

"Naw..." Woody smiled as he looked out the door, "Andy ain't ever gonna let us go. Didncha hear what he said?"

"Ah heard, Ah heard." she responded, raising her hands up and down as she did. "Though you seem a lil' misty eyed, pardner. You doin alright?"

"I'm alright. Just... our lil' Andy's growin up."