Author's Note: This is an experiment. Of what sort, I guess you'll find out. Oh, and I gave Trixie a middle name of "Elizabeth". It just seemed to fit.
Disclaimer: I don't own FOP.
Chapter Three: The Date- Seen but not heard
Even if she was the one to ask him out, it was still she whom remained anxious. It was actually her first real solo date, considering that Tad and Chad weren't really her type anyway and she'd dated them for strictly appearances. Besides, she'd dated them knowing full well she really liked Timmy.
Although his house was a mere four houses down from this repugnant brat, Trixie refused to walk (she must arrive in style) and so sat in the back of the limo, drumming her fingers impatiently on the plush black leather. If the driver found this annoying, he kept mum, perhaps because he was paid to keep his mouth shut and his eyes on the road. She should be grateful, but, since her nerves were just about shot to heck over having to sneak around and the idea of a date with him, she could scarcely think.
She was beautiful, she was popular, and she was the best Timmy could get. So why was she so nervous?
After all, she liked him and she knew, from many, many experiences, that he was nuts for her. And didn't people who liked each other that much go on dates? Of course they did, just to see if they were compatible. But she already knew they were compatible…so why were they going out on a date?
Clearing his throat and jerking Trixie out of her daze, the chauffeur swiftly informed her they were there. He needn't have bothered- she saw Timmy from the window; he sat atop the step and murmured to two animals, a pink squirrel and a green bird preening itself. Briefly, she mused on the idea that these creatures would trail him as they usually did, but the idea held no interest for her and she dropped it.
Ignoring the pounding in her chest and the ringing in her ears, she coolly sprang forth from the limo, door held open for her. The pink and green animals scrutinized her, the green bird grinning toothily and the pink squirrel spitting out an acorn in distaste. No, she had to be imagining this, animals didn't understand her.
Smiling serenely, Trixie called Timmy's name and he nearly fell of the step, his face scarlet. The bird appeared to snicker but the squirrel glared. She was not mistaken- the squirrel disliked her. Hmm, she really had to converse with Timmy about this.
Taking as much time as humanly possible, she ambled up to him. His eyes were fixed straight upon her and her fabulous ensemble, a pink outfit with a black stripe down the side. Her mini-skirt went halfway to her knees and prominently displayed her legs. Yeah, she was hot and she knew it.
He rose ungainly to his feet, tripping again and landing on her. Smiling widely, she caught him, wrist held out. God, so much heat came from his body, it was as though he incubated something. (Not that she was complaining, mind you).
Quickly, she checked his watch- a half hour late, pretty nearly on the dot, nice. Although, without realizing it, her fingers had closed on his wrist and she'd held it for a good half minute. Oops, but his skin was so smooth…
Crimson like he, she released him and murmured they should get going. Save the shenanigans for the date. Besides, just because she dressed trendily didn't mean she was going to screw around in public.
They walked midway to the car when her cell phone went off. Timmy gazed at her, apparently stunned she had a phone. She'd forgotten he was so poor.
Cursing her bad luck, she consulted the caller i.d. only to realize, to her chagrin, it was her father. God, she hoped he didn't have global tracking. That would be just her luck, wouldn't it? To gather up the courage to ask him only to be halted just before it began.
After they exchanged the usual pleasantries, she heard her father's voice take on a deep, serious tone. This was not good. Whenever her father began talking like this, it meant a lecture of some sort.
Lo and behold, she was correct. Like her mother, before she'd left, he warned her on the dangers of being alone with boys. Apparently, her age mattered little to him.
No matter how hard she tried to appease him, he would not be placated. Somehow, his father senses were tingling and he felt as though, if he put his hand through the telephone magically, he could reach out and touch a boy. Okay, so she liked boys and spending time with them. Was that so bad?
Naturally, he jumped the subject to Timmy. His memory was far from horrid and he remembered everything about Timmy's 'rescue'. Once again, he reminded her how little he liked this boy and how angry he would be if she dated him.
Timmy, who could hear everything, drew back with a grimace at those words. Grand, just what she wanted him to hear, how deadset against him her father was. As if in response, the pink squirrel, still at Timmy's side, pulled another face.
His next few words nearly made her drop the phone. These were the dire consequences if she ever dated Timmy, and none of them were in the slightest bit pleasant. Many of them made Tootie's existence seem happy.
Growling, he informed her he would be patrolling the mall, making sure she was only dating boys he approved of. He informed her she had better be at the mall, and with a rich boy, or else. She quaked to find out the 'or else'.
Slamming the cover down none too gently, she turned to regard him. All she saw in his eyes was hurt- they'd gotten this far and he was still being rejected? It had to be astonishment rooting him to the spot.
The chauffeur glanced at her, pressing a button on his consol. Trixie would have gone to find out which button this was, but Timmy blocked her view. He wasn't pained now, he was livid.
He accused her of leading him on- how true that used to be. But not now, a distinction she tried to explain to him. That was when he was a plaything and she wasn't interested. That wasn't the case.
Before they even had their first date, they had their first argument. He seriously thought she was going to dump him before they were official; he'd set himself up for rejection yet again. It made her heart ache to see him do that.
Sighing heavily, she did the only thing she could think of to prove she did in fact like him. Cupping the back of his head in her hands, she leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. And, as expected, he nearly fainted.
His lips were a little callous, a little sweaty, but delightful to push hers against. If she opened her mouth slightly, she could taste them, making him shudder. Well, there was always time for this later, wasn't there?
Just as she broke off the kiss, the pink squirrel vanished and a pink dog stood by him. It nipped him in the ankle, barking some nonsense. Whatever it was, Timmy seemed to understand somehow and blushed again.
Angry at the mutt for biting her beloved, Trixie promptly told it off and prepared to kick it when Timmy stood in front. This was his dog, apparently, and he would have none of her abuse. Go figure.
Befuddled, she led the way to the limo; the driver gave her an odd look, scrutinizing Timmy. Something was up…
The dog, thankfully, did not accompany him into the car, nor did the green bird. Instead, she noticed a pink and green cup, but ignored it. This was normal, pink and green animals were not. Sure, she didn't remember putting those cups there, but perhaps someone else had. She wasn't going to worry her pretty little head over it.
Crossing her legs, she leaned back on the seats, waiting for him to sit. He wasn't exactly sure where she wanted him to, adorable. Finally, she yanked him down beside her and wrapped an arm around him.
The cups had faces…one frowning, the other grinning. If she looked hard, it was as if they were speaking. But that wasn't possible, was it? Of course not.
They spent the ride conversing about everything, only she feigned interest in video games and he in makeup. Besides, many of the topics he thought were so new to him were really old news to her. But he hadn't hired a special investigator, had he?
Making a show of it as per her request, the driver halted before the entrance of the mall and Trixie's grip on Timmy grew tighter. In fact, if she held him any tighter, he'd suffocate. But she couldn't help it, lurking somewhere was her father.
The next few hours were spent avoiding him and miraculously having fun. She bought him a whole new wardrobe, held his hand, and indulged in a forbidden ice cream (she had to keep her figure, after all). They ate it while they walked around, she cruelly mocking the people on the levels below.
And yet, no matter what, she always saw pink and green. Whenever she called Timmy on it, he'd get very defensive and change the subject. Weird behavior…
They stopped to eat lunch, her stomach growling. After he ordered and brought the food to the table, they ate, in relative silence. She could swear, when she turned her back, he whispered to the salt and pepper shakers. The pink pepper shaker was displeased, if that were possible.
Like a gentleman, he bused the table and the pink and green shakers were gone again. She really needed some more sleep, if she kept seeing things.
Grabbing his hand, they walked happily down to the electronics store. This had to be the best day in her life…
However, walking out of the store, his hands full of packages, was her father. He glanced over at them, and Trixie tried to pull them out of his line of sight, but to no avail.
"Trixie Elizabeth Tang!"
Uh-oh.