'Stars All Over'
a fanfiction by
Kaci
based on the show
'Fairly-Odd Parents'
(c) Butch Hartman
( Author's Note: This chapter, no... this entire fanfiction is dedicated in loving memory to Hannah Erin Ingram, who was killed, the day that I wrote this, in a tragic car accident. She had the voice and the heart of an angel. Hannah, I'll miss you. )
The next morning marked what was to be Timmy's last day with Alexia. At about eleven am, the two were sitting in the living room, just hanging out. Timmy was doodling idly at the coffee table, and Alexia was reading a book nearby.
Timmy added a line to complete his rendition of "The Crimson Chin meets Crash Nebula"; a ten year-old's fandom dream. True, the picture was badly drawn, and the only way to tell the two super heroes apart was by the space suit and the enormous lower jaw, but at least it was enough to keep his mind busy for a while.
Yet, as he put his colored pencils aside, that bothersome feeling in the back of his conciousness returned full-force. He knew this feeling. It was an emotion once reserved soley for Trixie Tang, but now that he knew a girl who was actually nice to him, his crush on Trixie had begun to wane. Timmy gave a sigh and stood up to find something else to do. Alexia looked up.
"Done with expressing your artistic side, Mr. Hedgehog?" she asked with a sly grin.
"Hedgehog?" Timmy looked at her confusedly.
"Your hair," said Alexia. "It's spikier than Bowzer's shell."
Timmy placed a hand on his head, attempted to tame his wild locks. Alexia laughed.
She said, "Leave it. It suits you."
With a nod and a grin, Timmy put his hands down and glanced over at his doodle. He looked up as Alexia leaned over and picked it up off of the table, looking it over.
She nodded to herself and said, "Nice. Better than anything I can draw."
"Thanks," Timmy said, almost blushing.
"Mind if I keep this?"
"Ah... uh, y-yeah, go ahead." TImmy tried to be nonchalant, but he couldn't hide his proud smile and slightly reddening cheeks.
Alexia pulled her backpack into her lap and slipped the doodle inside. Then, she picked up her book and resumed reading.
Timmy wandered off through the house to bask in his pride. As soon as he'd left the room, Cosmo an Wanda were at his side.
"You seem awfully chipper," Wanda commented with a smile. "Glad that your parents are coming home?"
"Nope," said Timmy cheerfully.
Wanda frowned slightly.
"Glad that you got a break from Vicky?" asked Cosmo.
"Sort of."
"Well, what is it?"
Timmy stopped walking and looked up at them. He said, "All day I've been thinking... I don't want Alexia to leave me. She's pretty, she's funny, she's nice... You guys, I love her. I love her like I thought I loved Trixie."
The two fairies exchanged nervous glances, afraid of what this would lead to.
Timmy continued, "And I know it sounds strange and suden, but I never want to let her go. I wish Alexia would stay with me forever."
Wanda bit her lip, and she and Cosmo raised their wands with uneasy expressions. Still, the yellow stars lit up with a cheerful, if redundant, DING! and Timmy's wish was granted.
Half a second later, the phone rang. Timmy ran off into the living room.
Alexia picked up the phone. "Turner residence. Oh, hi, Mrs. Turner! Yes... of course, he's not any trouble... Oh? Oh... Well, I guess... Since it's summer break and all... No, it's fine. That'd be fine. Just please remember to call. Alright. Yes, ma'am. Bye."
The girl set the phone down and sighed, thinking to herself. Timmy hopped up beside her on the couch and she immediately put on a smile.
"Was that my mom?" asked Timmy.
Alexia nodded. "It got some bad news, kiddo. The town your parents are staying at is under quarantine for an unexplainable break-out of athelete's foot... which is an odd reason to put a place under quarantine... Anyway, they won't be able to make it back for a while, so your mom asked me to stay with you."
"How long will they have to stay there?"
"No one knows yet."
"Oh... well, I guess it's okay. As long as I have someone to take care of me," said Timmy, hugging Alexia's shoulders before scampering off to praise Cosmo and Wanda.
He bounded up the stairs to his room and leapt up onto his bed in glee. HIs fairies soon appeared, watching him.
"This is great!" Timmy exclaimed. "Finally, I get to spend as much time as I want with someone without them leaving me like my parents, torturing me like Vicky, fighting like Chester and AJ, or having to go do random fairy things like you guys!"
Again, Cosmo and Wanda exchanged nervous looks.
"Timmy, are you sure you want Alexia with you forever? I mean, forever's an awfully long time..." Wanda trailed off, fidgeting with her wand.
"Of course I do!"
Cosmo butted in, "But doesn't she have her own life or something like that...?"
Timmy looked at them thoughtfully. "Well, I guess... but..."
"Timmy! Lunch!" Alexia's voice hit Timmy like a wave of rapture. Whatever he was about to say was lost as he leapt off of the bed and ran downstairs.
( Author's Note: It was at this point in my writing, or this point in time, that my geometry teacher informed us of the passing of Hannah Ingram. I'm going to go ahead and cut this chapter short. I'll update a longer version later, perhaps. Review if you want, I really don't care right now.
Hannah, I love you. I'm sorry we couldn't have been closer. )
a fanfiction by
Kaci
based on the show
'Fairly-Odd Parents'
(c) Butch Hartman
( Author's Note: This chapter, no... this entire fanfiction is dedicated in loving memory to Hannah Erin Ingram, who was killed, the day that I wrote this, in a tragic car accident. She had the voice and the heart of an angel. Hannah, I'll miss you. )
The next morning marked what was to be Timmy's last day with Alexia. At about eleven am, the two were sitting in the living room, just hanging out. Timmy was doodling idly at the coffee table, and Alexia was reading a book nearby.
Timmy added a line to complete his rendition of "The Crimson Chin meets Crash Nebula"; a ten year-old's fandom dream. True, the picture was badly drawn, and the only way to tell the two super heroes apart was by the space suit and the enormous lower jaw, but at least it was enough to keep his mind busy for a while.
Yet, as he put his colored pencils aside, that bothersome feeling in the back of his conciousness returned full-force. He knew this feeling. It was an emotion once reserved soley for Trixie Tang, but now that he knew a girl who was actually nice to him, his crush on Trixie had begun to wane. Timmy gave a sigh and stood up to find something else to do. Alexia looked up.
"Done with expressing your artistic side, Mr. Hedgehog?" she asked with a sly grin.
"Hedgehog?" Timmy looked at her confusedly.
"Your hair," said Alexia. "It's spikier than Bowzer's shell."
Timmy placed a hand on his head, attempted to tame his wild locks. Alexia laughed.
She said, "Leave it. It suits you."
With a nod and a grin, Timmy put his hands down and glanced over at his doodle. He looked up as Alexia leaned over and picked it up off of the table, looking it over.
She nodded to herself and said, "Nice. Better than anything I can draw."
"Thanks," Timmy said, almost blushing.
"Mind if I keep this?"
"Ah... uh, y-yeah, go ahead." TImmy tried to be nonchalant, but he couldn't hide his proud smile and slightly reddening cheeks.
Alexia pulled her backpack into her lap and slipped the doodle inside. Then, she picked up her book and resumed reading.
Timmy wandered off through the house to bask in his pride. As soon as he'd left the room, Cosmo an Wanda were at his side.
"You seem awfully chipper," Wanda commented with a smile. "Glad that your parents are coming home?"
"Nope," said Timmy cheerfully.
Wanda frowned slightly.
"Glad that you got a break from Vicky?" asked Cosmo.
"Sort of."
"Well, what is it?"
Timmy stopped walking and looked up at them. He said, "All day I've been thinking... I don't want Alexia to leave me. She's pretty, she's funny, she's nice... You guys, I love her. I love her like I thought I loved Trixie."
The two fairies exchanged nervous glances, afraid of what this would lead to.
Timmy continued, "And I know it sounds strange and suden, but I never want to let her go. I wish Alexia would stay with me forever."
Wanda bit her lip, and she and Cosmo raised their wands with uneasy expressions. Still, the yellow stars lit up with a cheerful, if redundant, DING! and Timmy's wish was granted.
Half a second later, the phone rang. Timmy ran off into the living room.
Alexia picked up the phone. "Turner residence. Oh, hi, Mrs. Turner! Yes... of course, he's not any trouble... Oh? Oh... Well, I guess... Since it's summer break and all... No, it's fine. That'd be fine. Just please remember to call. Alright. Yes, ma'am. Bye."
The girl set the phone down and sighed, thinking to herself. Timmy hopped up beside her on the couch and she immediately put on a smile.
"Was that my mom?" asked Timmy.
Alexia nodded. "It got some bad news, kiddo. The town your parents are staying at is under quarantine for an unexplainable break-out of athelete's foot... which is an odd reason to put a place under quarantine... Anyway, they won't be able to make it back for a while, so your mom asked me to stay with you."
"How long will they have to stay there?"
"No one knows yet."
"Oh... well, I guess it's okay. As long as I have someone to take care of me," said Timmy, hugging Alexia's shoulders before scampering off to praise Cosmo and Wanda.
He bounded up the stairs to his room and leapt up onto his bed in glee. HIs fairies soon appeared, watching him.
"This is great!" Timmy exclaimed. "Finally, I get to spend as much time as I want with someone without them leaving me like my parents, torturing me like Vicky, fighting like Chester and AJ, or having to go do random fairy things like you guys!"
Again, Cosmo and Wanda exchanged nervous looks.
"Timmy, are you sure you want Alexia with you forever? I mean, forever's an awfully long time..." Wanda trailed off, fidgeting with her wand.
"Of course I do!"
Cosmo butted in, "But doesn't she have her own life or something like that...?"
Timmy looked at them thoughtfully. "Well, I guess... but..."
"Timmy! Lunch!" Alexia's voice hit Timmy like a wave of rapture. Whatever he was about to say was lost as he leapt off of the bed and ran downstairs.
( Author's Note: It was at this point in my writing, or this point in time, that my geometry teacher informed us of the passing of Hannah Ingram. I'm going to go ahead and cut this chapter short. I'll update a longer version later, perhaps. Review if you want, I really don't care right now.
Hannah, I love you. I'm sorry we couldn't have been closer. )