Author's Note: Since people seem to fear flaming me, I guess it's just that they don't like the pairing. Well, too damn bad, because I'll write it no matter what people think. And if they don't like, well, too bad!

Disclaimer: Do I look like I own two hot girls kissing?! Seriously, FOP is not mine.

Chapter Three: We Hold These Lies to be Self Evident

Timmy Turner stands by his locker and drums his fingers against it. He's waiting to walk Trixie to her next class, but he hasn't seen hide nor hair of her since he walked out of the cafeteria to scold Tootie. Idly, he wonders if she's standing him up and Tootie's words gain meaning.

Already, people whisper about Veronica, cruel jeers that almost make him feel sorry for the girl. Perhaps Trixie's off comforting her- they are best friends. He just hopes she isn't comforting her too much…he doesn't know how he'd react if Trixie were gay as well. But, since she isn't, he's not going to worry about it.

Wanda gazes worriedly at her godson. She does not approve of this relationship, despite all of Timmy's urging. She knows a fake when she sees one and Trixie registers high on that scale.

Cosmo finds it amusing that Trixie might be faking. Fortunately, she's lucky enough that he keeps his damn mouth shut, because that's the last thing Timmy needs, to hear his girlfriend, whom he's invested so much in, has nothing invested in him. Instead, as of late, he's become rather withdrawn, out of worry for him. If Timmy gets her pregnant, they're really in a jam.

The pink fairy godmother, currently a magnet on his locker, keeps an eye out for Trixie. However, before she sees her, she sees something else- Veronica running past, tears streaming down her face. She empathizes the poor girl, knowing fully what her exposure will entail.

Trixie, walking out of the cafeteria, walks into her. Veronica turns scarlet, ready to flee the building, when Trixie grabs her by the arm and they walk out together. Good, Wanda didn't think she would really leave her in her moment of need…

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(Outside)

"We can't see each other," Trixie blurts. Especially because I can't risk the chance that I'll do something with you…and Timmy'll catch us.

"You're dropping me because I'm gay?!" Veronica repeats incredulously, more pain than she thought she could ever experience coursing through her.

"I can't let the social stigma with you affect me, it could ruin me," Trixie lies, not looking her in the eyes. "It's bad enough that people know you've got a crush on me, if I were to give any signs of reciprocating, it could spell disaster."

"I can't believe you! I thought our friendship meant something to you!" Veronica screams, on the verge of tears. In less than an hour, her hopes, dreams, and her life are over. She wants to bury her head in her hands and cry.

"It does…" Trixie leaves the sentence unfinished and glances around. No Timmy, Tootie, or Tad and Chad in sight. Leaning against the wall, she dares herself to come onto her. Her palms grow sweaty just thinking about it.

"Then why the hell are you doing this?!" The blonde girl shrieks, tears streaming down her face again. Trixie pulls her close to her, lightly pressing her palm against her face and wiping her tears. Both hold their breath.

"Because, Ver…everything's fair in love and war…" Very, very gently, Trixie presses her lips against Veronica's cheek and kisses it. Her fingers slip through her hair.

The Asian leans closer in, moving her lips to the other girl's. If she were a little less nervous, she would notice both have all but ceased breathing. As it is, she only notices her and her delicate pink lips, lips that seem to glimmer in the sunlight…

Bang! A sound like a gunshot erupts and Trixie mentally curses. Goddamn crappy high school doors- when will they get them fixed?

But, wait, if the door slammed, that meant they were being watched….

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(Inside, fuming)

Goddamn it, he can't believe Tootie would prevent him from seeing his girlfriend. He knows, of course, her thing for him, but he never thought she'd take it to this level. What the hell was her problem, jumping in front of the door and then trying to lock him out?

She actually had the nerve to push him all the way back down the hall, and nearly dump him in his locker. Who told her she had the right to separate him from his girlfriend?

"What the hell are you doing?!" He snaps, shoving her off. She glowers at him, folding her arms across her chest. From the horrid years of Vicky, she has learned to disdain manhandling.

Once again, it is on the tip of her tongue to tell him the truth, because he certainly has a way of asking for it. While it's not evident at home, she's developed a backbone and not even Timmy can act this nasty to her and get away with it. She just wishes it wouldn't go on her permanent record if she waged a war against stupidity and started with the boy she loved.

"Timmy…" She breathes, biting her lip. "How much do you love Trixie?"

"I love her with all my heart and soul. If this is about your dating me, it's not going to happen! I'm in love with her and we're going to get married after college. We've got it all worked out and we'll have three kids-" Timmy begins angrily but Tootie interjects.

"Do you really think so?" Tootie murmurs sadly. "Has Trixie ever told you she loved you?"

"She doesn't have to say it! I know she does!" Timmy shoots back, completely oblivious.

God, I'm trying to get you to arrive to this conclusion on your own but it's hard when you're being a complete lack wit!

"You haven't answered my question. Has she or hasn't she told you she loves you?" Tootie replies calmly while, inwardly, she's anything but.

"What does it matter? She wouldn't sleep with me if she didn't love me!" Timmy retorts, turning his back on her. "I can't believe you're so jealous, you're trying to ruin my happiness!"

"Am I? Is that how you see it? Or is just that I'm trying to show you that, in the light of your happiness, there may be a cloud over your eyes?" She places a hand on his shoulder and spins him around. He glowers at her, tearing her hand from his shoulder. Her eyes are hurt but she masks it as she usually does.

"What the hell are you talking about? You're even more psychotic than you were seven years ago!" He spits, wishing he could just walk away from her lies.

"Timmy, have I ever tried to stop you in the past? Why would you think I'd start now if not for a very good reason?" For the first time in a long time, she badly wants to cry and behave as she did back then, kissing him and just feeling that which is him. She hasn't lain much more than a second's touch on him in years.

"I don't know and I don't particularly care! You're just trying to tear her down in my eyes and it's not going to work!" Furious, he begins to walk away until Tootie grabs his hand. She holds it, her eyes full of anguish.

"I still love you, Timmy Turner. I never stopped. I'm only looking out for you…and if Trixie loves you half as much as you think she does, she'd tell you the truth."

Restraining herself, Tootie releases his hand and walks away. She doesn't look back, although she'd like to.

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(Back inside with the two cheerleaders, well, minus one)

By the time Trixie searches the halls, she finds nothing. Tootie has already discharged of Timmy and thus, she has nothing to contend with. She has utterly no idea Tootie is the one saving her and Tootie has no intention of letting her know. The only thing Trixie could offer her is Timmy and that won't work if Trixie continues to lie.

Veronica has darted off, towards her car and vacating the school. From her standpoint, she'd rather cut school than endure it. Trixie mourns her loss, but not enough to chase after her. She has a reputation to keep up, after all.

Jeers accompany her inside. Timmy finally seeks her out and quiets some, but not all. He has to french her in the middle of the hall, her pretending to enjoy it, while they watch. She nearly gags.

But at least they still think she's straight, right? That's all that's important.

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(Il Maestro)

With all her heart, she wishes that were her problem. Clearly, she longs to return to the lies…but she almost kissed perfection. Who knows what could have happened if that damn door hadn't slammed.

Unconsciously, her hand begins to sketch, a pencil always present. This one is of Trixie crying, confessing her love for Timmy is a sham. Damn wishful thinking.

But yet…

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