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DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters, the show, blah blah blah...

and to clear things up:

" speech. (example: "What?" he cried,"I don't understand!")

' thoughts (example: ' I have to get out of here.' he thought.)

Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's it.

Timmy sighed and forced himself up from the floor. He felt a lot more devastated than he was showing to his fairys. He forced a smile."You guys can go chill. I'm going to go make a snack or something."

"Are you sure you're okay, sweetie?" Timmy took in a deep breath. Sweetie. He hadn't been called that in a long time. It brought back memories of how his mother used to always call him that. She'd always stay home with him when he was younger. Then came Vicky. Then, Vicky left for college. By then, Timmy was old enough to be home alone. And he generally was. Yes, it definitely felt good to be called "sweetie" again. He nodded. "Yes, I'm sure. I just realized how hungry I am. That's all."

Wanda smiled, and poofed herself away. Cosmo looked around blankly."Wanda? Wanda?..."

"She went that way." Timmy pointed his finger in the first direction that came to mind. He wasn't even paying attention. Cosmo smiled and poofed away. It wasn't until Cosmo was gone that Timmy realized where he was pointing. He was pointing up. He sighed. Up was where heaven was, and now, where Tootie was too.

With a sigh, he walked into the kitchen. He quickly made a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich, and sat down. He tried to mull things over in his mind. Why did he feel so guilty about Tootie dying?

He quickly took a huge bite of his sandwich, as if stuffing his mouth would stop all these thoughts from pouring out. They kept coming.

Tootie probably was in heaven laughing at him right now. Laughing at how stupid he was. He could imagine her just laughing. Hecould see her. She'd turn to someone and say in that innocent voice of hers,"Would you look at that? He was miserable with me, and now he's miserable without me. He just can't win. And I just won't lose."

He shook his head.'Get a grip, Timmy!' he thought,' Tootie would never be so cruel.' He rethought this. He'd never thought she'd commit suicide either. "Though I never wanted to, I thought I really knew her." he mumbled. "I guess I didn't."

To get these thoughts out of his mind, he shut his eyes. But as soon as he did, he saw an10 year old Tootie, standing outside his clubhouse.

Timmy smiled at his fairy god parents. "You know what to do." he smirked. Wanda and Cosmo waved their wands. Immediately, a large gun seemed to come out of the outside of his clubhouse, aiming straight at Tootie. Tootie stared up at it blankly with those innocent, clueless eyes.

"Fire!" Timmy shouted. The large gun opened to reveal a water balloon. It made a cocking sound, then shot the balloon at Tootie. It hit her straight in the face. She gasped, then burst into tears. "Oh, no!" she cried. After letting out a few sniffles, she looked up at the clubhouse again,"Can I at least come up and dry off?"

"FIRE!" Timmy shouted. Once again, a balloon shot out. It floated for a minute above Tootie. Which was enough time for Tootie to take a large step to her right. She gave a triumphant smirk. The balloon moved over to once again be above Tootie, and landed on her head. By this time, her clothes were completely soaked. Her hair and clothing clung to her tiny frame. She let out a sob before turning to full fledged tears again. She stared at the clubhouse, her eyes blinded by tears. She could barely see anything now. "Why won't you give my love a chance!" she screamed, sobbing. She turned and walked away, struggling not to break into a fast sprint.

Timmy blinked. He was still thinking about her! He growled and tossed his food in the garbage.

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As he lay in bed, he still couldn't get Tootie off of his mind. Finally, he had given in and thought about her willingly. But now, he was back to not wanting to. He let his heavy eyelids shut. He was tired. but he couldn't sleep. Something wouldn't let him. 'Why didn'tI give her love a chance?' He rolled onto his side and stared at his empy fishbowl. Cosmo and Wanda were gone. Timmy had decided to let Cosmo and Wanda go do whatever for a while. So Wanda had gone back to the spa, and Cosmo was...well..wherever. He didn't really care. He let his mind wander back to Tootie, and slowly, he fell alseep.

"TIIIIIIIMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYY!" Tootie's voice rang through the whole park. 10 year old Timmy looked up from the bench he was sitting on. He rolled his eyes to see Tootie running towards him. Her pigtails bounced, and her big smile displayed her braces while her eyes were hidden by large glasses. She was only about 30 feet away from him, but it took her a lifetime to get to him. As she ran, her pigtails came loose, and her long hair flew around her as she ran. Her glasses and braces slowly faded away, and her pretty violet eyes sparkled in the sun. Her clothes, which consisted of a 50's school girl style were replaced by jeans, black sneakers, and a navy blue t-shirt. She became taller, and her small frame developed curves as it did so.

Timmy just rolled his eyes and watched her run towards him as if this sudden change in age hadn't even happen. he looked down at himself, and noticed he now wore jeans and a gray t-shirt. His pink hat was gone, replaced by a blue cap which he was wearing backwards. He was older now too. He looked up as Tootie sat down on the bench next to him. He was about to say something sarcastic but Tootie leaned over and pressed her lips against his. Her lips were soft, and felt good against his. He wanted to protest, to say something, to pull away and insult her, but found that he couldn't. She pulled away, and smiled at him innocently. Her voice was softer and not as shrill as it had been in her pre-adolescent years,"What were you going to say, Timmy?"

Timmy exhaled and stared at her for a moment. Finally, he found his voice,"Nothing." He placed his hands on her cheeks and kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Timmy felt slightly confused. This was Tootie? The girl he'd always hated? The girl who creeped him out? He thought he'd always hate her, no matter what. And now, here he was, kissing her! But still, he pushed the thoughts out of his mind. He didn't care. He just kissed her again and again. She looked at him. "Tell me now. Say it now. We both know it. But I want to hear you say it."

Timmy smiled, "Tootie, I----

"Timmy, wake up! You can't miss school again." Wanda's voice cut into his dream. He opened his eyes with a start, and was stunned when he realized he as smiling. He couldn't believe his dream had made him smile! He pinched his arm so he'd stop. But Wanda and Cosmo had already seen it.

"Did you dream about Tootie?" Wanda grinned widely. Timmy scoffed."Dream? Huh! More like a nightmare. I mean, who would call kissing Tootie a dream? It sounds more like torture."

He left the room to go take a shower, not looking back. He knew Both his godparents wer smiling right now and he didn't want to see it. As he turned on the water and stepped into the shower, he sighed. 'Well, I guess I'd better get Tootie back now. Or else I might go insane.' he shuddered, remembering his dream. Then he paused. Did he have to force that shudder? Why wasn't it happening naturally, like it used to when he thought about kissing Tootie?(or making any other form of contact for that matter.) Whatever. He didn't have time for this.

Ten minutes later, Timmy was clean, dressed, and heading out the door. He no longer took a bus, but walked to school. Cosmo and Wanda went with him: Wanda as a notebook, Cosmo as a pencil. They both looked equally confused as Timmy made a turn towards the park, and not the school.

Wanda stared at him. She just realized that Timmy hadn't said a word since they'd left the house. "Why are we going to the park, Timmy?" The brown haired boy just shook his head."I just want to think for a while."

He knew he had a lot that he needed to think about.