It was strange walking down the corridors of the school without being noticed, Timmy realized. Had he not been so worried, he may have tried to prank others. As it was, he was too preoccupied.
Wanda floated next to him, glancing at him every few seconds in worry.
"Alright," He whispered. "Where do you think he is?"
"In class," She suggested.
"Alright. Its second period, which means I have, um," He had to think for a moment, "English."
The two checked through the window of the English classroom. They glanced at the faces of the bored, half asleep children. No Cosmo.
"Maybe he's in the bathroom," she whispered.
The two went to open the boys' bathroom door when Timmy stopped his godmother. "You can't go in there!"
"Why not?"
"This is the boys' bathroom."
She rolled her eyes. "For god's sakes! No one's gonna know!"
"I'll know."
"Yeah? And?"
"I don't want to have nightmares about girls in the men's' room."
"Fine," She shook her head to herself and laughed softly.
Timmy burst through the door. The only person in there was Kevin at the urinal. The jock quickly zipped up his zipper and turned to the door. He saw no one.
"Who's there?" He stammered.
Timmy suddenly had a great idea. He cleared his throat and attempted to make it sound lower. "Ooooooooooh! Kevin!!!!!" he said eerily.
"What do you want?" He squeaked. "Who are you?"
"I'm the ghost of this bathrooooooooooooooooooom," Timmy moaned. "I've been watching you for a while."
"You watched me wiz?"
"Nooooooooooooo. At school. I've seen all the evil you've done to Timmy Turner."
"What do you mean?"
"You will pay!" Timmy grabbed the jock and shoved his overly large head into the nearest toilet and flushed.
"NO!" he screamed.
Timmy left the men's room, laughing quietly. He momentarily forgot about Cosmo.
'Oh crud!' he thought.
"He wasn't in there!" He whispered in panic to Wanda.
The bell rang, signaling the end of classes. A stampede of human bodies exited every door. In fear, the two tried to open the first door they came upon.
"I wish it was unlocked!" Timmy yelled over the noise of students. The door clicked open and the two entered.
"Who's there?" Crocker's voice turned to the door.
AN: Okay, just so you know. I changed the genre of this story to humor (I thought it was gonna be 'angsty' before I wrote it, but it's turning out funny with all the gay jokes, etc.)