Author's Note: Ok, I know that there are a lot of angst stories for Fairly Odd Parents, but I really just feel like writing one right now. Why? One,I feel like writing a Fairly Odd Parents fanfic and two, I want to write in a category that I've never tried writing in before, and I'm too easily freaked to write in the Horror, too uninspired to to write in fantasy, and I just feel like doing angst, ok? GEEZ! lol. (that was Napolean Dynamite for those of you who couldn't tell.)...(yeah...I'm pretty much a loser right now. lol) Anywayz, onward we go!
Oh, and also, since this story does include some fairly older situations (nothing sexual) , I had to alter their ages. So they are now 15. You may be kinda upset about this now, but once we get started, you'll see why I did it and thank me in the long run. (lol. That's such a cliche! hehe) (I don't know HOW I'm gonna make this angst story. I'm too much of a humorous person. So wish me luck. Oh boy...)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters of Fairly Odd Parents, or the show.
Tootie glared at herself in the mirror of her bathroom. What was wrong with her? She looked at her reflection. Her black hair was now tousled and tangled. Her eyes were surrounded by black smudges, and they trailed down her red cheeks, shining wet from the tears. Her clothes were wrinkled. She let out a loud choking sob and immediately bit her lips. She stared into the mirror at her own violet eyes. She let out a soft, bitter chuckle. She made a mental note to herself: this was officially the worst day of her life. It was the last straw.
She had always tried to be nice to Timmy. She had always loved him, and shown him that. She went through hell everyday. Both from people who knew she liked him, and from Timmy's constant rejections, which tatooed themselves onto her heart more than anyone could know. But did she ever let it bother her? No. Because when you truly love someone, you don't care who knows it.
But, she realized, perhaps she had gone too far. No, she thought, it was Timmy who had gone too far. He had taken her heart and sliced it. She swallowed a sob as she wondered what she did to deserve this.
It had all started that morning:
It was Friday. She had gone shopping the day before; she had the feeling she'd be getting a date tonight!Tootie walked to school, her stomach in butterflies. She had a smile a mile wide, unafraid to grin and show off her teeth, free of braces. She wore her new outfit: jeans and a baby blue t-shirt with the words "My boyfriend told me to be more passionate..."on the front, and on the back," so now I have two boyfriends!" She had thought it a little slutty, but it was the only thing with a hint of romance in it, so it had to do. Theoutfit helped to accent her soft teenage curves.Her black hair was free of it's pigtails, and she had curled it. She had even gone a little wild and put black eye-liner on, and a little lip gloss. And she wasn't a big fan of make-up. She had exchanged her beat up white tennis shoes for some black high top sneakers.
After 15 agonizing minutes, Tootie finally reached Dimmsdale High School. She stopped and sighed happily. Her sister was off in college, it was a bright sunny day, and best of all, the object of her affection was standing on the lawn with his best friends Chester and A.J. She almost fainted. He looked particularlt good today. He had grown out his brown hair into a shaggy skater boy style. He wore a gray t-shirt advertising some hockey team, and a white long sleeved shirt under it, paired with jeans. She wished she had kept up the habit of kissing him without his consent. She would've done it then. But she sighed, and walked straight into the school. She headed for the office, to the media room, where the school news was broadcasted live, everyday. She put down her stuff in the corner. Mr. Schaffer, the news coordinator greeted her.
" Whenever you're ready to make your announcement, it's all yours. I'm thinking towards the middle of the news, though. Is that ok?"
"Yeah, it's fine. As long as I get to do it." she grinned.
"Are you sure you want to do it?"
Tootie simply nodded, her head of curls bouncing lightly. She could hardly wait.
20 minutes later, the morning announcements, a.k.a. the school news program was in full swing. Tootie sat out of the view of the camera, waiting for her turn. She was ready. Finally, one of the newscasters, who happened to be Veronica, Trixie's buddy smiled and said, " And now we have a special guest coming on. They have a message for one of out students!" Tootie smiled, and walked onto the small set. One of the teachers set up a stool for her to sit on, and the camera focused on her. Her stomach was in butterflies as she opened her mouth to speak. But it had to be done. It had to be done now.
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Timmy sighed,bored . The announcements were so boring.And a special speaker never did anything but prolong the announcements.
Wanda and cosmo appeared on his notebook as doodles, drawn in sharpie marker. Wanda glanced at the screen. "Uh..hey sport, isn't that Tootie?"
"What!" Timmy winced. His head snapped up to face the screen. It was indeed Tootie."
"Boy," Cosmo grinned," that girl never gives up."
"I know," Timmy groaned," what do I do?"
"Well, you could always wish for a bazooka and send her flying to Australia. Or you could get a giant bowl of pudding and--"
Wanda sighed. Once again, it was up to her to keep Cosmo from making Timmy make a stupid wish. "Pudding." she said flatly.
Cosmo burst into laughter. "She..she said ...'puh'..and then...'ding' !" he laughed. In the midst of his laughter, Wanda pulled out her wand and poofed him away.
"Wait," Timmy said,"didn't he say "pudding" too? Why was it so funny when you said it? What's--"
"Don't ask. It's been 8,967 years, andI still don't know."
Timmy shrugged. Tootie's voice cut in from the television. He sighed, and looked.
Tootie smiled," Um, this is me, Tootie. I asked to be featured because I want to say something really improtant. Timmy Turner, for many years, I've been constantly bugging you, and stalking you. And for that...I'm sorry."
Timmy perked up. She was only here to make an apology."Now this is more like it!"
"But," she continued," I want you to know that I don't like you anymore."
"This is definitely more like it!"
"As a matter of fact..." her forehead was a little moist and strands of her hair was clinging to her forehead.
"She hates me?" Timmy hopefully sighed.
"I...I..." she lowered her voice to a whisper. "I love you..." her cheks were bright red, and her eyes were filled with uncertainty.
Timmy felt himself getting angry. She loved him. And she was saying it on t.v. for the whole school to see. He felt himself turning red. How dare she embarrass him like this! He sat there, huffing bitterly for a few minutes. Wanda poofed herself away before she was wished to do something they'd all regret.
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Tootie sat there staring at the camera, breathing hard. She thought she was going to pass out. She slowly got up, and walked out of the newsroom.
"Well, that was certainly an unexpected announcement. But with more nows, we're wishing the best of luck to A.J., who was selected o participate..."
Veronica's voice faded away as she stumbled into the hallway, and placed her hand against the wall, steadying herself. She had actually did it! She did it! She felt all nervousness fade away. She felt so much better. And she knew Timmy felt feelings for her too. He just had to. She skipped down the hallway to her homeroom class, which ironically, she shared with Timmy.
When she reached the door and walked in, nobody looked up. They probably hadn't heard her. She silently walked over to Timmy. He was breathing pretty hard. Was that good? She was willing to find out. She tapped his shoulder, and walked in fromt of his desk.
"Timmy, did you like the..."
He looked real mad."No. I didn't. Why did you do that?"
Tootie looked confused." But Timmy, I--"
"No!" he snapped. Tootie took a step back. He stood up, taller than her by two inches. "You always do this! And every time I say no! Why are you so desperate! Why can't you just ever leave me alone!"
Tootie's eyes welled with tears. "Bu- but Timmy, what I said on th--"
" Just stop! I'm so sick of you! I can't even stand it anymore! I just want you to quit bugging me! Quit trying to make me like you, quit trying to change my mind! Just let me live my own life!"
Tootie's tears were running down her face, but she didn't make any crying sounds. She just let the tears fall. She spoke in a breaking voice. "I love you! Why can't you see that someone loves you for who you are?"
"Well, fine! Love me! But don't expect me to love you back! I'm tired of you! Just stop it! Just LEAVE ME ALONE!" he yelled as loud as he could. Tootie gasped and stared at him. His blue eyes were dark with anger, and his face was redder than before. She couldn't believe it. She embarrassed him. All the time. "I didn't mean to embarrass you. Ever. I ju--"
" I don't care! Just leave me alone! I DON'T LOVE YOU!"
The words echoed in her mind. She looked around. Everyone was staring at her. All eyes were burning holes in her. And of all the hurtful things that had sliced her heart, this was the thing that finally destroyed it.
The bell rang.She let out a quiet sob, and turned around, walking out of the classroom to first period.
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Finally school was over. She had sat through all of her classes, a blank look on her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but her expression never changed. It was just blank. She didn't talk to anyone. She just walked home. Too bad that she always had to pass Timmy's house. She walked past it, and felt her heart shatter. When she got home, she was her neighbor standing on the porch ringing the bell.
The woman smiled at Tootie, ignoring her tattered appearance. "Hey, Tootie! I thought nobody was home."
Tootiebrushed past the woman,unlocked the door and walked into her house. She turned around and looked at her.
She spoke monotonously. "Nobody's home. Not anymore."
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And now, here she stood, in the mirror, sobbing. She had collapsed onto the floor, thinking about what had happened. How could Timmy do this to her? Didn't he realize she truly loved him? Why couldn't he see that? She let out a loud scream. Nobody heard her anyway. Her parents were eithernever home, or too paranoid about no longer existing Vicky-weapons to notice their other daughter. Tonight they weren't home.
She thrashed on the floor, kicking the wall, pulling her hair. Her shrieks were filled with hate, bitterness, and longings. She let out another sob. She yanked at her hair, pulling at it as hard as she could, enjoying the pain; but it didn't help her forget. Nothing could. Her head was pounding with pain, her stomach in shreds. Her whole body ached. She stood up, and rapidly dug through the cabinet until she found a shaver. She fumbled with it until she got the razor out and put it against her skin. She tried to cut terself. The razor was dull. She cursed bitterly.
She ran down to the kitchen, and dug through the drawer until she found a knife suitable to her liking. She ran back upstairs with it, and sat on the bathroom floor once again. She pressed the knife to her wrist, and dragged it across her skin slowly. A think line of blood slowly rose. The pain momentarily made her forget.
She ran the knife across her wrists again, quicker and quicker,thinking about Timmy. How could he do that to her? Cut. How could he be so blind? Cut. How could she be so stupid? Cut. She sliced her wrists again and again. Her fingers were damp with blood. The knife was doing it's job. But she still couldn't forget. Timmy wanted her gone?She placed the knife againstsher wrists again and cut herself, this time making bigger gashes. She'd make sure he forgot all about her. Cut. He wanted her out of his life? Fine. She could do that.
Cut.
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The next day
Timmy growled as he came home from school. He was still mad at Tootie. If anything, he was madder than before. He'd never even been this mad at her sister Vicky! He slammed his shoes against the wall and let out a loud yell.
"I hate Tootie!" He growled. "She was bearable before. But this is it!" He turned to look at Cosmo and Wanda, who were floating above his bed, looking worried. For once in his life, Cosmo said nothing.
"I don't care what you say." Timmy continued. " I wish Tootie were gone from my life. I never want to see her again! I wish... I wish Tootie was dead!"
"No, Timmy!" Wanda cried out," You don't mean it. You're just angry!"
"Yeah, "Cosmo added, for once being intelligent, "You'll regret this later."
"I said, make her dead." Timmy repeated viciosly. He had had it with her. He meant it.
Wanda gulped and raised her wand. It glowed and twinkled, but soon after responded with a loud flbpt.
"What's wrong?" Timmy exclaimed more than asked,"Is there a rule that you can't wish people dead?"
"Well...yes." Wanda said. "But the real reason right now is because you didn't have to wish it." her voice was full of sadness and anger towards Timmy. "She's already done it herself."