AN: Yeah, Crazyfairy, I dream about FOP. Sometimes I get my ideas for fics from my dreams (now thats messed up).

Okay, y'all, I can't believe the amount of support I'm getting. Ok, enough mushy stuff. Here's what you're actually reading for. Chapter 5.

Cosmo woke up with a start. He had had a bad dream, but now the details of it were draining away like water in a tub. All he could remember was an eerie laugh and a larger than life fist crashing into his unprotected face.

He gulped. Today was the day that jock Josh was going to murder him.

Cosmo poofed himself to look like Timmy and looked into the mirror in Timmy's room. Over the past year, Timmy had changed slightly. He had grown taller and his buck teeth were gone. His hair was spikier and usually unbrushed. His style had undergone a slight change, too. He still wore his pink hat, but his clothes were definitly baggier and darker. His shirt was black instead of pink, for instance.

Cosmo frowned. Timmy looked a little like Cosmo himself had, when he was younger. How he had hated school, and not just because of the learning. He had been the butt of many jokes, and he couldn't count how many fights he had been in in his senior year.

"Boo," Cosmo jumped when he heard the familiar voice (which he himself would be using once he got to Dimmsdale Middle School).

"God, don't scare me like that! I'm too old! I'll get a heart attack or something." Cosmo exclaimed.

Timmy laughed. "You don't look too old to me. What are you, 11 right?"

"Ha ha. For your information, in human years I'm 27."

"Not anymore," Timmy said simply. "Hey man, I know you probably don't wanna go to my school. But look at the possitives!"

"Which would be. . ."

"Dude, its like you found the Fountain of Youth. You're back to living 'the best years of your life'."

"Yeah, sure. I wouldn't exactly call eleven 'the best years of my life'."

"You know, if you really don't wanna go, I guess I can get dressed and leave the safety of my home to be torchured at that jail they call a school." Timmy gave Cosmo the 'lower lip face'.

"Oh great, guilt trip! No, its fine, I don't mind going," Cosmo lied. "Oh, by the way, that's my look!"

"What?"

"The lower lip face! That's my thing!"

"Ha! Not anymore."

Cosmo faked a pout. "Fine. I'm leaving." He walked out of the room, then came back. "Ok, uh, I forgot to change my voice."

Timmy laughed. "Its like backwards puberty!"

Cosmo quickly made his voice higher and left the eleven year old alone in his room.

AN: Um, I can't think of any parting words of wisdom except these: see ya.