A/N: Note to y'all: I can't get the little stars to show up letting you know when I have emphasis on certain words, so bear with me, please. Well, since the person I wrote this for reviewed, I figure I'll finish it without making her wait for any others. Reviews are not necessary, but are very much appreciated. Any creative criticism is also appreciated. Such as, am I lacking something? Should I stop doing something or do more of it? This fic is rated R for language and talk of a sexual nature. Maybe even a lemon of sorts. I'll have to ask you guys to tell me what you'd like, ki doki? Anyhoo, I noticed that there's a problem with the transition of points of view. I'm sorry if it's confusing. But it was supposed to be in the first chapter. I did have a bunch of stars going across the page to signify that it was the beginning of a new point in time as well as a new POV. But didn't really let me keep them. It got rid of them, so from now on, I'll have Timmy's POV or Tootie's POV on the thing, m'kay?

Disclaimer: Must I? ::sighs:: No, I don't own it. I own a really cute stuffed panda collection and I'm working on collecting stuffed wolves. Wish me luck! ::howls::

Chapter Two

The Stars Are Talking...Whispering...Singing

TIMMY'S P.O.V.

'There she is, Tim, 'ol boy. Just ask her already! It's not like she'll say no.' I internally scolded. I took ten steps toward her and stopped dead when I saw her turn to some guy who tapped her shoulder and showed her an orange flyer. I didn't know him, but I did know a blush when I saw one. And Tootie was blushing. Brightly. I swear I saw red when she smiled coyly and nodded at him, causing him to lean down and kiss her cheek. 'What the fuck just happened?' I thought, trying to make my legs walk toward her again.

The guy walked away and Tootie turned to look at me, as though she just realized and knew I were staring at her. She looked at me sadly and waved, forcing a smile. And that was when I knew what had happened. That had been a flyer for the Halloween dance he showed her. Someone else had just asked her to the dance. And she said yes. I smiled back at her sadly and waved, turning around and going back to my car. I decided I wasn't feeling well enough to go to class. So I went home. And sulked.

"Dammit!" I shouted, punching the wall in my room. I grunted as the pain sunk in. "Shit." I muttered, looking at the bruises already forming under the scrapes. I sighed heavily and went downstairs for some ice. "Well, that was stupid, Turner. Why not just punch some bricks while you're at it?" I berated myself. I winced as the ice touched my abused knuckles and sighed in relief as the pain, slowly but surely, started to drift away on numbed wings.

I sat down heavily and rested my head on the kitchen table. I missed Cosmo and Wanda. I guess I grew up too much already. They had to leave me the day after my sixteenth birthday and I was supposed to have my memory of them erased... but I guess it just didn't work out that way. I smiled against the lacquered wood of the table. 'I'd never forget them, even if Jargon Von Strangle had managed to mess with my mind.' I had only pretended to be dazed and confused until he left. And as soon as everyone was gone and I was alone, I cried like a little baby.

It was hard not having them around, but they still managed to keep in touch with the occasional sneaked phone call and a post card of sorts. They even came to visit me in the guise of some long lost relatives a few months ago. Cosmo managed to get into all sorts of trouble... not that it was unexpected. That's just how he is and I pray he never changes.

"Honey, what are you doing home?" my mother asked as she came into the room. I held up my sore hand.

"I fell onto my knuckles and the nurse thought it might've been sprained." I lied. "I told I wasn't feeling well to begin with and she let me go home. I'll need a note from you tomorrow, though."

"Oh, sweetie." she said, coming over to me to check my temperature. "Well, you don't feel warm." She shook her head. "No matter, off to bed with you. We'll go out to dinner if you're feeling better later. I don't think you'll want to cook tonight." I smiled up at her, surprised her by kissing her, cheek and headed upstairs for a nap and a luke-warm shower. The nap was definitely first.

I felt better after my nap and even better after my shower. Stepping out of the slightly steamy shower, I let the semi-cool air caress my body and breathed out a long sigh, releasing a lot of stress from within. Toweling dry, I wrapped said towel around my waist and went back downstairs for something to drink. My mother was already gone, probably grocery shopping seeing as how it was only noon. I found a note on the fridge:

"Running a few errands and then I'm going grocery shopping. I'll be back in a few hours, honey.
Love, Mom xoxoxo"

"Damn, I would've liked to have gone with her." I muttered, opening the fridge. I grabbed a can of Coke and went back towards the stairs when someone rang the doorbell. "Double damn!" I grumbled, uncaring of my state of dress. 'I swear to God,' I thought, 'if it's another religious zealot, I'm gonna just tell them I'm gay or a Satanist or... something!'

I flung the door open and nearly screeched, wanting to try and cover myself. I'm glad and utterly thankful I did neither, but held a cool calm and looked at my visitor with a pleased and surprised expression. Hey, at least they're honest feelings. 'Wow.' I thought. 'She looks hot.'

"Tootie," I said softly, feeling my throat constrict.

TOOTIE'S P.O.V.

"Cassie, don't be such a chicken!" I cajoled good naturedly to my best friend. "Just ask him out!"

"But...but Tootie! I-I-I can't! What if he says no?" she whispered fearfully.

I grinned at her. "What if he says yes?" I countered. She opened her mouth and then snapped it shut. Apparently, she hadn't thought of that possibility. She sighed and smiled at me, nodding.

"Alright." she muttered cheerfully and ran over to ask out her crush. I felt someone tap my shoulder and I turned to see one of my classmates, Jeremy Sanders, smile at me shyly, holding out a Halloween dance flyer.

"Tootie?" he asked softly. I smiled at him sweetly. He's always been a shy kid.

"Yes, Jeremy?" I asked knowing full well he was going to ask me to the dance.

"I was wondering...would you...I mean, could you...would you be willing to help me ask Jasmine to the dance?" I felt my face flush at my own arrogance. How could I have forgotten his crush on Jazzy? I smiled embarrassedly at him and nodded.

"Of course, Jeremy. You know I'd be happy to help. I think she has a crush on you, too." I added in a whisper. He leaned down and kissed my cheek.

"You're the best, Tootie. I'll see you in third period." he said, running off excitedly. I tried not to laugh at myself when I felt a pair of eyes on me. Goosebumps marched in an excited dance down my spine. I turned and saw Timmy. Looking at me in a slightly upset manner. I saw Trixie hanging with her clique about thirty yards to his right and I looked back at him sadly, forcing a smile and a wave. He smiled and waved back, turning on his heel and heading back to the parking lot.

'What just happened?' I queried silently. As expected, no intelligent bursts of thought told me what was up. 'Damn. He looked like I just kicked a puppy.' I heaved a sigh and headed inside the school as the bell rang.

Classes seemed to drag by and I finally helped Jeremy ask Jazzy to the dance. She said yes, like I figured. They were so cute together. When lunch rolled around, I faked cramps as an excuse to go to the nurse.

"Vicky?" I asked pitifully over the phone.

"Tootie? What is it? Are you sick? Do you need me to come get you? Should I call Mom?" she sounded a little worried and I felt the guilt start to pile up.

"It's nothing bad, sis. I just can't hold anything down. I think it might be food poisoning. That steak last night had a funny after-taste. I thought it might've been because of the marinade, but maybe my piece wasn't cooked enough." I explained, telling myself this was for a good cause.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You want me to come get you? I have to leave for work soon, so if you want to come home, you'd better speak up." she suggested, probably glancing at her watch.

"Yeah. Would you?" I asked on a sigh.

"I'll be there in ten. Have your things ready. I gotta drop you at home and then take off to work, alright?"

"Okay, see you in a bit. Bye."

"Bye." and then Vicky hung up. I sat and waited for her to sign me out and take me home. It wasn't a long wait. I jogged in place for a solid five minutes, just to make sure my face would be flushed when she arrived. "Oh, lord. Maybe I should call in sick to take care of you." Vicky suggested feeling my forehead. "You feel a little warm."

"I'll be fine. You go to work. I'll stay in bed or take some medicine." I assured her. I waved as she drove off and made my way into my house, dropping my things in my room.
Deciding to take a quick shower, I quickly set out a change of clothes and hopped into my bathroom. I started humming while washing my hair and hurriedly finished up with the rest of my shower. I was becoming progressively more and more nervous.

"What'll I say to him?" I whispered to myself. I shrugged and dried myself off efficiently, throwing my long black hair into a messy bun. "Just wing it, girly." I told myself and changed into a pair of hip hugging black jeans, and a soft silky green peasant blouse that my mother swore matched my eyes. I slipped on a pair of feminine black boots over black socks and looked myself over in the mirror. "Why the hell am I getting all dressed up?" I asked myself incredulously. I shook my head and smiled. "Because you wanna impress him, you twit." I scolded.

I slowly made my way out the door and down the two blocks to Timmy's home. I only prayed that his mother wasn't there. When I rang his doorbell, I felt my heart begin to pound wildly in my chest. The front door flung open and there stood Timothy Turner in all his near-naked glory. I think I almost fainted. I don't think I'd ever seen him with his shirt off. I had no idea he worked out. He was slightly muscled and slightly tanned to match. My mouth was watering.

He looked pleasantly surprised to see me which, in turn, pleased me, as well.

"Tootie," he said softly. My heart unexpectedly turned over.

"Timmy," I murmured, cursing my inability to for a coherent sentence.

"What are you doing here? Not that I mind, but shouldn't you be in class?" he asked opening the door wider and motioning me inside. I stepped inside and checked out his fabulously tight little butt while he closed the door. I would have internally kicked myself, but I didn't see the point in beating myself up over something I couldn't and wouldn't control. "Tootie?" he prodded.

"Oh, yeah, that. I faked being sick to see what was up. You looked really upset this morning. It's been driving me nuts all day what could have been wrong and- oh! Your hand!" I yelped and crossed to him to examine it.

"You ditched school and your perfect record to come see me?" he asked, sounding absurdly pleased.

I blanched. "Muh-my perfect record?" I asked with dismay. He looked at me, smiling sadly and I sighed, looking back at the injured hand I was cradling. "It doesn't matter. I'd still be here even if I had thought about that. I was worried." His hand flexed around mine, holding it in a way that made it feel intimate.

"Thank you, Tootie. That means a lot to me." he said softly, cupping my cheek in his free hand. I heard his cell phone ring and recognized the tune as the one he set up for Trixie.

"Shouldn't you be getting that?" I asked as innocently as I could. He looked down and grinned at me. My heart pounded more.

"I think I've had enough social status death threats for one day." he said, going into his kitchen and tightening the towel around his waist.

'Such an inconsequential barrier...if I tugged on it, I could- whoa! Cool your jets, miss hot pants!' I internally yelped. "What do you mean?" I asked Timmy.

He peeked his head around the corner to look at me. "Oh, that's right, you left at lunch, not after." he said thoughtfully. "So you probably don't know."

"Don't know what?" I perked up, going into the kitchen with him.

"Trixie and I broke up last night. Well, technically, I broke up with her, but I'm sure she's telling everyone at school differently..." he snorted. "Like I care. I still have Chester." he said, and then glancing over his shoulder he added, "And I still have you. You two have always been there for me. And that means more than you'll ever know." he said with a cheeky grin. He looked down at himself and grinned again. "Sorry, my bad. I'm gonna go throw some pants on." He jogged past me and I fought every instinct to grab hold of his towel; I sighed disappointedly as he left my sight.

I made myself at home and grabbed a Coke, the only soda they had, out of the fridge and kicked back on the couch. He came back down not even one minute later and hopped over the couch and sat closely beside me, putting an arm around my shoulder. He kissed my cheek smackingly, making my heart practically melt, and he rested his head on my shoulder.
"No offense, but chicks are freakin' confusing. I'll bet you think the same about guys, huh?" he asked, sighing.

I leaned my head against his. "Pretty much, Tim. Pretty much. I think that's part of the allure, though, don't you? Our differences, our similarities, our views, our lives, hell, even our habits."

"Mm-hmm. I agree with you on that, but sometimes, it's so aggravating I just wanna scream." he said, a laugh in his voice. I chuckled and snuggled close to him, not feeling any guilt what-so-ever.

"And I agree with you on that one." I turned my face into his hair and breathed in his scent. "What was upsetting you this morning? Was it Trixie? Did you just not wanna deal with her?" I asked quietly.

TIMMY'S P.O.V.

Shit. Here she was, giving me an easy out and I couldn't force myself to go with it. I sighed and tightened my arm around her.

"No, Tootie. That's not why. Although, it is something that I'm kind of... well, kind of unsure if I should say it. You see-" I stopped when she moved off the couch, stood in front of me, and placed a single innocent little finger over my lips.

"It's alright." she said leaning forward and whispering. "Some things are best left unsaid." I stifled a shudder and resisted the urge to pull her into my lap and never let her go. Her mouth was inches from my own and I wanted so badly to close the distance. But it had to be her decision. I wouldn't take advantage. Not ever. I'm sure that never asking her out all these years has been incredibly unfair and difficult on her. And I just don't know how she would react just now. Would she think it was a rebound move? Would she-

I stopped those thoughts as she leaned ever more forward and finally... she kissed my cheek. My heart jerked with mixed joy and disappointment. I tugged on her arm, pulling her off balance, and causing her to fall onto my lap, straddling my waist. She blushed to her roots and I lost the battle of letting her choose, kissing her soundly on the mouth. I swallowed her gasp greedily and wrapped my arms around her to prevent escape. I was right. Her hair and skin were even softer than her sweet voice; her lips were softer still.

I gently probed my tongue over her lips and she parted them for me, allowing me to deepen the kiss. Trailing wet kisses down her chin to her throat, I bit back a groan at her precious moaning and laved my tongue up to her ear. I had no idea what I was doing, only that she was enjoying it and making me feel like I was finally doing something right. She dragged my head back up to hers and plundered my mouth with her cherry tongue. 'My God, what is she doing to me?' I thought, running my hands up her back while she trailed her satin fingers over my naked shoulders and chest, tracing my abs and making me want to cry out. Making me want to thank the powers that be for sending me this beautiful star.

Gently, and ever so reverently, I moved her so that she was lying down and I was next to her, holding her close. I buried my face in her neck and tried to calm my heart as well as my hormones. 'Hmm, I like just holding her. She fits in my arms perfectly.' I thought, trying to figure out whether she would freak out or not. She seemed pretty responsive. And willing. God almighty, was she responsive. She moved to sit up and I let her. I sat up next to her and cautiously put an arm around her. When she didn't shy away, I tightened it around her and used my free hand to tilt her chin towards me, kissing her softly.

I began to speak quietly against her lips, "Tootie, I-" but I was cut off as the front door opened and my mother stepped through.

"Timmy? I left my checkbook and- oh! Tootie, dear. How nice to see you." my mother said brightly, ignoring the fact that I was shirtless and that we were both blushing like mad.

"Nice to see you, too, Mrs. Turner. I was- we were- I was just leaving." she said and hightailed it out the door. "Bye, Mrs. Turner." She paused at the door and smirked at me, obviously laughing at our embarrassing situation. My mother went into the kitchen and Tootie mouthed to me, "What now?" I got up and went out the front door, closing it behind us and leaning against it.

"What now? Is that what you said?" I asked, taking her hand in mine. She nodded up at me, wide-eyed. "I love you. That's what." Her mouth fell open.

"You- you love me? B-but, when did this happen?" she squeaked.

I pulled her close and kissed her shocked mouth rather cheerfully. "Since always, but I was too stupid to see it. But I understand it now. And I think you are more beautiful than any other girl in the world. Again, you always have been and I, again, was too stupid to see it." I murmured, absurdly pleased that she was so shocked.

"You- you love me?" I nodded. "You think I'm beautiful?" I nodded again. She threw her arms around me. "I love you, too!" I nearly shouted with joy.

"Are you going to the Halloween dance?" I asked, knowing damn well she was. She brightened immediately and nodded. "With who?"

"I was gonna go stag with a couple friends." she said. I blinked comically for a second.

"But I thought that guy who kissed you this morning asked you." I said confused.

She burst out laughing. "Jeremy asked me to help him ask Jasmine to the dance. He wasn't asking me." She grinned. "Now, I'd better get home before Vicky calls home to "check" on me." she made the little bunny ears/finger quotes in the air.

"Wait! What time do I pick you up on Saturday?" I asked as she skipped away. She ran back to me and kissed my cheek.

"Let's make a day of it!" she suggested excitedly.

"Our first date, eh?" I asked, catching her excitement. She nodded enthusiastically. "Alright. I'll pick you up at eleven thirty and we'll go out for lunch. Then we can figure it out from there. How's that, love?"

"Perfect." she breathed. "I'm going to buy a costume tonight, and you're just gonna have to wait and see what it is." I pouted blatantly and she giggled. God, I love her laugh. It's rather adorable.

Before she could take off again, I pulled her close and once again sealed her lips with my own. "You're mine, Tootie. And I'm yours. Always. And to make this official..." I took both of her hands in mine, "Will you go out with me?"

"Absolutely. I love you, Timmy." she said, making me grin so huge I was afraid my face would break.

"I love you, too, Tootie." I hugged her close. I just couldn't get enough of her. I kissed her again and she kissed me back. My mom opened the door, which I had begun leaning on again and I fell backwards, Tootie landing awkwardly on top of me. "Ow." I managed when I got my breath back. I glared up at my mother. "Thanks, Mom." I muttered. She helped Tootie up, who in turn, helped me up.

"I'm so sorry kids. I didn't know you were leaning on the door. I found my checkbook and I was just about to leave." she sighed and held back a laugh with obvious difficulty. "Tootie, sweetheart, would you like a ride home."

Tootie burst out laughing and I soon joined her.

WELL THEN....

A/N: I hope y'all enjoyed this. Sorry it took me a wee while to update, but I never am able to use the computer. This seems to be the only story I don't have writer's block on. Probably cause I have the whole story planned out. I have some obstacles for Timmy and Tootie in the next and final chapter. Oh, come on. You didn't think it was gonna be this easy, did you? ::grins:: I just hope that everybody enjoys this. Even though it's a really mushy chapter. The next one will get even better, cross my heart. If y'all want a lemon, then I will add it as a fourth chapter. But if not...lol, I might just write it anyway. I think I've fallen madly in love with this story and I'll be sad to see it end. But I have the whole thing planned out. I even have an interesting idea for a connected story about Chester finding someone. Should I even write it? Or is that too much? I really appreciate your input.

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