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I told Timmy that I would talk to Tootie, which I will, but Tootie is sensitive, even though her personality is...A bit much to handle and she's very energetic, but she still cries pretty easy. I have to be careful with my words, usually when I talk to her I start off easy and tell her what I wanted to tell her, but I use words that make what I'm actually trying to say vague, so she can figure it out as I'm trying to tell her. It usually works, and I will eventually talk to her about him...

I was sitting in my room, looking at a picture I took from my old home, David and Helen, they looked so happy, that is until they caught a glimpse of my eyes and face. I still have dreams about them, when they weren't so distant from me, dreams about...If I hadn't looked like this, and dreams about not being there. I guess in a way those are nightmares, but I thought so much about them that it doesn't scare me, I sometimes wished it was true, so I wouldn't have to live through the pain of them leaving me.

I'm always in deep thought about those two, why don't I look like them, is David not my dad? Or am I adopted? Did they take pity on me and ended up getting crushed under the pressure of raising a child you'll have to someday explain why that kid looks nothing like you guys? As I sat here staring at the photo Vicky barged into my room. I hid the photo under my pillow, "Hey." I said, she looked at me skeptically, "You've been awfully quiet the past few weeks, what's going on?" She asked. It's funny how she knows when something is bothering me.

There are two reasons why I've been quiet, the first is about the whole Tootie and Timmy thing, and the second is...Two months from now Vicky will be moving. It's just a ten minute walk from this house. But I was still a little sad, now I won't be spending as much time with her as before. "Nothing just been thinking a lot." I told Vicky.

"Does it have to do something with the thing you hid under your pillow?" Would that be considered a reason for not talking to anyone? I sighed, I never actually showed her that I took this photo, once I showed her the picture she frowned and growled, "How long are you going to keep thinking about them?! They left you I get that, but you have to forget about them, cut all your ties with them, anything that reminds you of them, cut it."

"No matter how hard I try, I can't forget them! They're my parents whether I like it or not! Every time I try and act like I don't remember them the second I fall asleep, there they are!" I hate this feeling, "Vicky I can't cut my ties with them, because someday...I'm going to have to forgive them."

Vicky stared at me in disbelief, "Someone who leaves you without a second thought is not to be forgiven, Alex of all people for me to talk normally to its you, a kid who I thought was going to be a pain in the ass, I was right for the first day, but then all of a sudden you had no one, so I started thinking he's just like me. Someone no one likes." Vicky said.

Why did she have to ask about the photo…I sighed, "Even so…Parents are people you will remember forever…No matter what they've done, you'll remember them. Vicky I'm twelve now, there's no one I trust more than you, so for now, I'll listen. I won't think about them, even if it hurts, I won't think about them."

"Give me the picture then." Vicky held out her hand, I held it above her hand and hesitated. "I…"

Vicky kept quiet, this is something I have to do…But I just can't, I despise them, so I shouldn't hold on to this photo. I contemplated whether or not I should get rid of the picture, they deserved to be forgotten, it's their own fault…But maybe they were scared? Maybe right now they're looking up something that might explain why I look nothing like them, maybe they're coming back? "ALEX!" Vicky shouted, I gulped. Should I give them a second chance? No…I have Vicky, right now they don't matter, so then why am I thinking so much about them?

I've decided, I dropped the photo in her hand, she smiled and put it in her back pocket, "What are you going to do with it?" I asked.

"I'm going to keep it, for a reminder." She smirked. "Reminder?" I raised my eye brow, "Yeah, a reminder of the moment where you chose me instead of them."

I blushed, "W-What do you mean by that?" I stammered, she shrugged, "Interpret that any way you want, in the end, I got what I wanted." She laughed and began to walk away, "And just so you know, Nicky and Jerry agreed that once a week you get to come over to my place, the whole week. Just a heads up."

I blinked rapidly, "I'm not sure I should be happy or scared…" She snickered, "Welcome back smartass."

The next hour I sat there feeling giddy and afraid, strange combo of feelings, Vicky can do that to a person…Or just me I guess. "Hey Alex! You look happy, what's up?" Tootie was walking by my room and noticed my stupid smile.

"Oh, uh nothing. Just thinking about something Timmy told me." I said and laughed lightly, she frowned, "He's creeped out by me, isn't he?" I laid back on my bed, "I wouldn't say creeped out."

"Annoyed?"

"Mmmm, no it's more…Like he's uncomfortable."

Tootie tilted her head in confusion, "But isn't that the same as annoyed and creeped out?"

I shrugged, "In a way yes, it just depends on how you use it, like he's uncomfortable with the amount of hugs you give him."

"So I am annoying?" Tootie slouched down onto my bed, "I'm surprised you keep doing what you do, even though you know exactly what Timmy feel about you." I chuckled, "You didn't have to laugh." She covered her face, "I'm sorry, but you're not annoying, if you were don't you think he would stop talking to you by now, if you were annoying?"

She thought about it and said, "That…Is true…But, every time I see him, he tries to run."

"Like I said, he's uncomfortable with the way you approach him, hold yourself back and just talk with him, he'll slowly open up, just go slow. Not everyone has as much energy as you." I smiled, and Tootie sighed happily, "You used to say all these big words, and confuse me, but now I get what you're saying, thank you Alex."

I nodded, "No problem, it's the least I could do, I mean your parents did take me in, and you've been nice to me."

She skipped out of my room and started humming, I guess I didn't need to sugarcoat my words, she used to be more…sensitive than that, I guess I just have to be honest now. Two months later Vicky finished packing her things, Nicky, Jerry, Tootie and I were waiting at the bottom of the steps, "That should be all my weapons." She let out an evil laugh, she reached us and put her last suitcase down. "Well saranaya suckers!" I don't know which surprised me more, Jerry hugging Vicky, or Vicky being shocked from being hugged, "What the- Get-

"Be safe…" Jerry said, Vicky shut up and then she pushed gently, "W…Whatever…" Huh…Interesting, she walked past everyone who was shaking, Vicky ignored them and walked out, I followed her outside, "So…Strange world, don't you think."

"Shut up Alex."

"What? Did that actually-

"I said shut it!" She scream and wiped her eyes, whoa…This is a first. She's not alone anymore. "I'm sorry, but are you okay?" I asked concernedly.

She nodded and walked to her car, once she opened the door she turned and glared at me, "Tell no one of this, you hear me! No one!" I gulped and nodded, "O-Of course." And then drove ten feet and stopped, "Tomorrow I'm picking you up to unpack everything for me!"

Of course…

"Sure." I said and started walking back to the house, once I entered Nicky and Jerry were talking, -She's still our daughter, even if she's…not that nice, we still have to love her."

I looked away painfully, he couldn't have said it better. "You have to love your child unconditionally. That's right." I said, I hid the pain and smiled, Jerry nodded, "Exactly."

Nicky sighed, "Yeah…I suppose that's true."

Tootie made a puke face, "She may be my sister, but I can't love someone who tortures other people for fun." She walked up stairs, although she doesn't do that as much…I think. The next day Vicky was parked outside, I walked out and thought about what happened last time, she looked happy, but mad.

Once I opened the door I asked, "Don't want to see your parents?" She glared at me, "Do you want to do everything by yourself?"

I chuckled lightly and shook my head, "I'm good, sorry."

I looked at the house and saw Jerry looking out the window. Just take it slow and even someone like Vicky will open up to you. I was looking up at a five story tall building, each room had a balcony and was filled with stuff that they didn't want to keep inside. Vicky lived on the fourth floor in room forty three.

When I walked in it was almost empty, "Whoa. You sure you need my help? You barely have anything to unpack." I said, Vicky smirked, "They'll be here in an hour." I frowned, "What?

"All my stuff, I couldn't keep it at the old house, so I put it somewhere else, I knew one day I would move out, so I put away somethings." She went to her room and I followed her, "Just unpack these for now." She ordered and laid down on her bed.

Seriously?

I groaned and did as she said. The first thing I came across was her clothes, "Oh hell no! You do your clothes." I backed away from the box. Vicky shrugged, "It was worth a shot."

Another short chapter, the next one will be up by the end of this week or next week.

Thanks for reading! I hope you all have an awesome day!

Rilurz~

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