Chapter 7 - Points of View
An unusual feeling of euphoria came over Trixie whenever she went shopping. In some ways, it was like a drug…her drug of choice. She laid in her bed, surrounded by the fruits of her latest trip.
So caught up was she in shopping, she'd usually forget about what she was doing or even, who she was with. The only person who could keep pace with her was Veronica.
Veronica. Such a good friend.
Wait…friend. The rich girl's eyes popped open, fear on her face. She sat up in her bed.
"Tiffany!"
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The sun shined down on the museum. People were walking into the building. It was indeed open on Sundays.
Virgil sat on the steps. He looked around to see if anyone familiar was coming. A blur of pink and lavender approached him. The boy's face lit up.
"Tiffany." He ran down the stairs to hug the girl. He composes himself and put a hand behind his head. "I'm glad you're all right."
"Yeah". She shrugged. "I guess I just needed some rest."
Virgil extended his hand. "Well, shall we go in?"
"Surely." They walked up the stairs together.
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Trixie hurried down the street. Granted, she could have just been chauffeured to where she wanted to go, but it just didn't feel right. The girl felt that, with Tiffany, she could just forget about being rich or popular and could just…be. Only one other person made her feel like this.
"Oh, she said she was going to the history museum. She was with a boy." The statement from Tiffany's mother, especially the last part, echoed in her mind. Trixie hated to admit it to herself, but her feelings for the girl ran deeper than mere friendship. After all, she was unsure of how people would react.
Why did love have to be so complicated?
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The two teenagers glance at the miniature idol, protected by a glass case. It hadn't been too hard retracing their steps.
"Well, there it is." Virgil adjusts his glasses. "Perspectus Inversi."
"I can't believe this little statue was capable of…" Tiffany motions to her body. "…this."
"It shouldn't be too hard to switch us back, I hope."
The girl blanched at the comment. After the ordeals of the last couple of days, 'I hope' is the very last thing she wanted to hear.
"Timmy?" The girl was snapped out of her fear-induced daze. She shook her head.
"Yes?"
"I need a hand with this glass case." Virgil grabbed the side of the case. Tiffany hurried to join him, placing her hands on the case. Their fingers met for a moment. She smiled but did not lose her concentration as the two of them gently set the case down.
Virgil straightened up. "Now, I think I grabbed the statue first."
Tiffany puts a hand to her head. "No. We…we grabbed it at the same time, didn't we?'
"Yes, we did. I can't believe I forgot."
They walk over to the stand, taking positions facing each other, with the idol in the middle.
"Now we have to grab it at the same time. Are you ready?"
The girl wiggles her fingers. "Ready."
"On three. One…two…three." The hands of the teens shot out and, thankfully, grabbed the idol at the same time. One would've expected this to be a surprising moment, full of bright lights and celestial music.
Unfortunately, that stuff only happened in the movies. Here, all it added up to was two teens stuck to a miniature statue.
The boy looked over at the girl. "Timmy?"
"Tootie?"
"I don't understand. We did everything right." Virgil put his hand to his head. Unfortunately, it was the one holding the statue. Tiffany yelled as she was pulled to him. The force of the tug caused them to fall to the floor.
Virgil looks up at Tiffany. "Sorry about that."
"Hey, I did it to you", the girl stated with some remorse. The two of them straightened up and laid against the marble base.
Virgil took a huge breath. "We're still like this, so, until the inevitable moment when someone finds us and we're forced to explain why we're stuck, what do you want to do?"
Tiffany shrugged her shoulders. "We can always talk."
The boy raised an eyebrow. "Timmy, you want to talk?"
Her tone turns defensive. "It's not like we can go anywhere for a while without raising some questions."
"Right. You want to start or should I?"
"Ladies first." An awkward silence between them.
"Did you mean me or you?" Virgil placed his free hand to his chest.
"I was kind of shooting for you."
"Okay. So…Lina jumped me last night…in front of my house."
"No way…no, actually, I believe you. She seems a little…off."
"What, you're saying that a girl wouldn't want any of this?" Virgil showed off his physique, or lack thereof. Tiffany stifled a laugh as she rolled her eyes. "Anyway, it got me to thinking last night that if I hadn't stopped pursuing you all those years ago, that's how I would've ended up: love-starved and desperate."
"I sort of thought of you like that when we were younger. I have to admit, now that I'm older…I kinda miss it."
"Timmy, are you saying that you'd want me to jump you in front of your house and molest you?"
Tiffany twitches her lips. "Well, not in front of my house. Maybe, if you were hiding in a closet…"
"Tell you what: if we ever switch back, it's a date. And, by the way, I'm really sorry about not telling you about…" Virgil fumbled for the right words. "…your monthly visitor. That was incredibly mean."
"And I had just forgotten about it. I forgive you, though. Besides, it's over now…did you say monthly?"
Virgil nodded nervously. "Yes."
"Whoa. I'm sorry."
"It's not like it's your fault."
"When you're feeling…not that great, because of it, you can call me and we can talk, or you can scream at me. Maybe I can come over; we can have some cranberry juice…"
The dark-haired boy giggled like the girl he once was. "I'll keep that in mind."
Unbeknownst to the two of them, a slight glow emanated from the carving.
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The last couple of days had been simply wonderful in the mind of the dark-haired girl running up the steps of the history museum. The issue had been bouncing around in her head, but now she was sure of it: she had to confront her feelings.
She stormed into the building. The look on her face strongly suggested that she wasn't to be deterred from what she wanted.
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"She kissed you?" Virgil had chatted Tiffany up about the time she spent with Trixie, but it was this detail up on which the boy was hung.
"On the lips."
Virgil grimaced a little. "How was it?"
"You know, I had dreamed of the moment for so long, and then it happened. It was kind of like…kissing a cousin. A pretty cute cousin I don't get to see very often, but a cousin, nonetheless."
"I knew there was something unusual about her."
"Hey, don't go jumping to conclusions. Trixie's a good person. She's just vulnerable. I imagine that, with the right kind of people in her life, she'll be all right."
As if on cue, Trixie spotted Virgil sitting against the marble base of Perspectus Inversi. "You!"
Virgil looked out toward the opening and saw the rich girl stomping down the hallway.
She walked in. "Do you know where Tiffany is?"
The boy's eyes darted to his right, the brown-haired girl hidden behind the base. "Um, she's…around." Virgil rolled his eyes back to divert suspicion away from his stuck friend.
"But not here? 'Cause this'd be really awkward."
"What wou--?" The boy didn't get a chance to finish. Trixie glommed her lips onto his own, his free hand slapping the cold, hard floor. She wanted to prove, once and for all, that her feelings were…acceptable. The statue, which had flickered on and off up to this point, started to glow as brightly as it had before. The light enveloped the room, potentially blinding its occupants.
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What felt like an eternity had only been a few moments. The Perspectus Inversi was safe on the mantle, protected by glass.
On the floor around it were a boy and a girl. They were holding hands. More unusual was that there was another girl on the girl's lips. The girl's eyes burst open. She moaned uncomfortably. This caused the other girl to open her eyes.
She reared back and wiped her lips. "What are you doing here? What am I doing here?" She stood up and rushed out, gagging.
The girl looked over to the boy, concern on her face. "Timmy?"
"Tootie?" She nodded. The two of them hugged. Timmy stood up and extended a hand to the girl, helping her to her feet. They looked at the idol in the glass case, then toward each other.
"Are you all right?"
She looked deep into his eyes. "I don't think I'll ever be more all right than now."
Breaking up the moment was a curator in the halls. "So, I see you've been looking at Perspectus Inversi."
The teens murmured words of compliance.
"It's said to have the power to change people and reveal great truths."
Timmy and Tootie couldn't help but gape at this news.
"Of course, that's just speculatory. We're not sure what it does. That's why it's under that glass."
"That's a very good place for it, ma'am." Tootie nodded vigorously. Timmy echoed her action.
"Well, have a nice day, you two." The woman walked away. The two of them looked to each other.
He cleared his throat. "What do you say we get out of here, away from the reality-altering statue?"
They walked away… "Great idea, although…" …but she stopped in the doorway.
"What?"
"We never did find items to write about for history class. Now's as good a time as any."
"But it's Sunday!" A distinct whine infiltrated the boy's voice.
"Better to do it than on a Monday." Tootie punctuated the statement with a coy flip of the hair as she walked off. With a snort, Timmy chased after her.
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Trixie lied on her bed, facing away from the door. She couldn't believe how embarrassed she was; kissing a random girl in the museum. The girl had long since given up trying to figure out how and why the incident occurred. She considered it fortunate that no one had seen her and saw fit to assume.
A knock at her door interrupted her moment of sulking. Her mother had tried to get through to her, but without specific details, there was little hope of her daughter's problem being solved.
"Hello? Trixie?" The girl perked up. That certainly wasn't her mother's voice. She turned around to face the door. It opened, revealing Veronica. She looked a little rugged, but it was definitely her. The more of the blonde Trixie saw, the wider her smile grew.
She ran toward the girl and wrapped her in a hug. The raven-haired girl let a few tears go in the process.
Veronica pat her on the back. "I'm glad to see you too, T."
"Oh, V." Trixie let go of her friend. "When I didn't hear from you, I thought that something had happened, and…" She grabbed her even tighter than before.
"Don't worry. I'm here now. I'll always be here." Veronica's tone was comforting, like a mother calming her child after a nightmare.
Trixie looked up to her friend and smiled. With a 'what the hell' look on her face, she took Veronica's head in her hands and planted a kiss on her lips. She pulled away, leaving a surprised expression on the blonde girl's face.
"V…", Trixie started, caressing her friend's arms with her fingers. "I've got something to tell you."
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Timmy and Tootie walked down the hall the next day. True to her wishes, they did find items about which to write. Now (for him, at least), it was a matter of actually writing the paper. They ended up on the way to the cafeteria.
"I'm kinda still hung up on that: 'reveal great truths'."
"So, nothing was revealed to you during our little experience?" The girl almost sounded angry.
"I know this much: women have it rough."
"That is a greater truth than you will ever know."
"Still…" He looks down at his chest and cupped the area where a pair of breasts would be. "I miss the girls."
"'Girls'?!" Tootie couldn't help but laugh. "What, were you all set to name them? We can always go back to the museum if you miss them so much…"
Timmy put his hands up in defense. "No! No, no."
"'Girls,'" she shot derisively.
"Besides, they look much better on you." He wrapped an arm around her and nuzzled her cheek with his own. Tootie cracked a smile at this. She thought to herself that, maybe, he was starting to see her as she had always seen him: just what the other person needed to get through life. Someone to love.
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The two of them walked through the cafeteria, looking for a place to eat. Tootie stopped at seeing Trixie and Veronica at a table. The girls occupied two chairs together, and there were plenty of empty ones around them.
"Let's sit there." Tootie points at the table.
"Are you sure? I mean, can't we find another--"
"Remember what you told me about Trixie needing the right kind of people around her?"
"Yes."
She took his hand and dragged him over. "I like to think we fit into that category."
The girls continued talking. They soon noticed a shadow cast over them. "Do you mind if we sit here?"
Trixie and Veronica exchanged a look, then turned to their 'guest'. The blonde spoke up. "In the old days, we'd have laughed you out of the room."
"But we realize that that would come off as childish and pointless now." Timmy and Tootie looked very surprised at Trixie's statement. Perhaps there was hope for her. She extends a hand to a pair of empty seats. "You may sit here."
The boy and girl obliged. Trixie fixed her gaze on Timmy as he sat. He noticed her staring.
"What is it?"
The brunette shakes her finger at him. "You remind me of this girl…"
Timmy smiled nervously. "Thank you?" He leaned over to Tootie. "You don't think that…?"
She pats his hand. "It's better we not dwell on it."
Timmy shrugged his shoulders and dug into his lunch. Trixie and Veronica resumed their excited talking. Tootie sat back in her chair, looking content at her surroundings.
This was going to be a good year.
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A/N: I've been interested in this kind of story for a while now. It was a good deal of fun marrying it to "Fairly Oddparents". And to think it all started with a piece of fanart: http:// www. deviantart. com / deviation / 20071625 / (you have to move the spaces, of course).
Thanks for reading and reviewing and have a nice day.