(Timmy's PoV)

"What the hell is so importa..." his mouth stopped working as he stared into the violet eyes of Tootie. He didn't even expect her to come, not after what had happened at the movies. Having embarrassed her like that he expected that she wouldn't have wanted anything to do with him anymore. She likes you... no wait, she loves you, his mind told him. He wasn't sure if he really even trusted his mind anymore, it was like everything else in his life now. He wasn't entirely sure what could and could not be trusted. Maybe that was because he had spent the last few years locked up in his room, unless he had to go to school. Spent his entire life online, playing this game or that game, and the only real friend he had made turned out to be Tootie, and that was just online.

"I..." she looked down to the ground, as if she was confused, "You didn't answer any messages or phone calls... I haven't spoken with you since the movies. I, you know, wanted to make sure you were alright."

"I'm..." he was what? He was sure he wasn't alright. But he wasn't sure what was wrong with him. He wanted to be around Tootie, but at the same time he wanted to stay away from her. She made him nervous. Her being close to him was the reason he had an anxiety attack, or well part of the reason. Her being close didn't help much, but it was because of his mind racing about what he should do... about what if she still wanted more from him, something he wasn't able to give. He stopped thinking a moment and looked back into her violet eyes... how long had he been thinking? How long had she been waiting for his response? Each moment that passed, he knew would make it harder to believe if he said he was alright.

"You're?" she put her hands on her hips, and Timmy knew that that never boded well. He was oblivious to a lot that existed outside of his own home, but he did know movies, and it didn't bode well.

"I'm... alright..." He started, then was interrupted by Tootie. He should of known it would happen.

"No... you wasn't alright. You fainted... or something back at the mall. What happened Timmy?" All fair questions, he just wished that he knew how to answer them. He knew what had happened to him, anxiety attack, or panic attack. He'd had them since he was twelve. He wasn't sure why they started, or what caused them. Only that they started right around the time that he noticed something was missing in his life. He'd never had to explain them before, the doctors had explained it to him and his parents. And during the time that he was thinking about it, she just stared at him. It wasn't like it was when she was younger, she was concerned. That was something he wasn't used to seeing in other people... well not towards him anyways. He was the outcast, and the freak.

"I'm not entirely sure how to explain it, only that... well sometimes, when I get nervous, or something... I get... well like that." That sounded just as stupid, as it did in his head. Where was his mind when he needed it. Not that it did him much good anyways. When the look on her face told him that she wasn't going to buy that explanation any longer, he decided to think on it a little more and try to make it more clear than he had tried, though not sure how well his mouth would work. "I'm not used to... doing so much outside the house. I thought it would be easy, you know, like when we were younger... Just going out to eat, just the movies... seemed simple. But it was too much and when I... when you were close to me... I... well..."

"Wait... you mean. You had a panic attack because you were close to me?" She seemed to think a little too long about that after he nodded, sadly that was all he could think to do at the moment. He wondered what she could have been thinking about... then had a good idea when her cheeks started turning red. "So I... made you nervous."

"Being there made me nervous... look..." He started. I wouldn't do that if I were you, not if you want to keep her as a friend, his mind, late as always. He was getting tired of this. He never knew what to do... he was always left in the dark until the last moment. Obviously his own mind had picked up that nasty trait. Sometimes he thought he would be better off dead.

(Short Tootie's PoV)

"I'm not used to... doing so much outside the house. I thought it would be easy, you know, like when we were younger... Just going out to eat, just the movies... seemed simple. But it was too much and when I... when you were close to me... I... well..." Timmy had said, and her mind took a little bit of time to process that information.

"Wait... you mean. You had a panic attack because you were close to me?" the thought made her heart skip. He got nervous by just being close to me, she thought, after all these years finally he's noticing me... Then she recalled the night after the movies, it had been unlike Timmy to pull her close like that. Just the thought of being that close to him... he could feel herself blushing. "So I... made you nervous."

"Being there made me nervous... look..." He started, then stopped, he looked confused. Like he wasn't sure what he should say. Whatever it was, it didn't sound good. But she'd had her feeling dashed by Timmy numerous times, so she was ready for whatever he was going to say. It didn't matter anymore, she know KNEW that he got nervous around her. Now she knew he liked her, even if he wasn't ready to admit it just yet. "I admit, I'm not used to such a pretty girl being so close..."

"Oh... I..." Wait! What did he say? Her violet eyes, stared into his blue... and she knew the moment he realized what had come out of his mouth as his eyes widened. He said it, she didn't imagine it. Timmy Turner had just called her pretty. And it wasn't just a dream, couldn't have been just a dream. Timmy was always less nervous around her in her dreams, so this had to be real.

(Timmy's PoV)

What did he just say? No... what about Tootie made him think and say things like this? He wasn't sure but it made him really nervous. This wasn't who he was. He was not the kind of person that felt this way, and not about Tootie... then who? Not Trixie anymore, that coldhearted snob wasn't someone he wanted to be around anymore. And right now... looking at Tootie, he couldn't remember what attracted him to Trixie anyways. Yeah she was popular... and she was pretty... but really there was nothing inside that was desirable... not like...

"I uh... I have stuff to do..." Timmy said and waited for Tootie to say her hurried goodbyes before he closed the door. He leaned against the door struggling for his breath shortly after closing out Tootie, this was mild compared to the night at the movies... but it was still too much. His back slid down the door, until he sat on the floor. He pulled his bottle of pills out of his pocket, his hands shaking violently. He knew these wouldn't work fast enough to help him. He should have taken them earlier... with that realization he let the bottle hit the floor beside him, and sat there struggling to breath, he knew it would relent soon... but what was it about being this close to Tootie that made him feel like this? What was wrong with him?

Timmy let out a sigh of relief, now that he could breathe, as he stood under the stream of hot water from the shower. The moment the minor attack was over, he took his pills and laid on the floor waiting until the pills started to work. It wasn't just the anti-anxiety pills, anti-depressants, along with other medication that his doctors told him that he needed. He admitted he did feel better with some of these pills. Though he wasn't sure that he felt better because he liked it, or felt better because they altered his mood. Now he wasn't depressed, but he was never happy, he just felt... normal. Empty but normal. He didn't have anyone to talk to about this, so maybe this was how you were supposed to feel, he didn't know. Well he didn't really care either.

Now that he could think about it without having to worry about another panic attack leaving him on the ground trying to breathe. He thought about Tootie and what he was going to do about the situation. He couldn't really be her boyfriend... he couldn't even go out in public. Yes the medication helped but that was for smaller things, at the movies was easy even dinner was easy. There were little people there, but in a crowded area, all those people moving around bumping into him... trying to talk to him... No that he couldn't do.

Then there was the thought if this was real. Yes Tootie had always had a crush on him, but what if this was just some plan to get back at him for rejecting her all those times when they were younger. She was Vicki's sister after all, they could be in on it together. This was the kind of thing that Vicki reveled in. After all wasn't this what Vicki had done to him? Pretended to be a girl his age, strung him long enough to make him develop feeling for her, then laughed at him when she told him who she was. But then again this had been going on for a couple of years. It wasn't like Vicki to string out a plan that long... but Tootie... well she spent years trying to get him to notice her. This would be something she would do... Or at least he thought so...

But what if she truly liked him? Isn't that what he wanted? Someone to be around him, someone he could talk to and not be alone? No he wanted to be alone... just not all the time. That was the problem, no one would want to spend all their time locked up in a room with him, unless it was him. Only he could put up with himself that long. He just wasn't worth being around unless he was in some game... and even then all they wanted him for was because he was good at them... they never really cared that there was a person behind the character. They just wanted what he could help them get... just like in life.

And now with a clearer head then he'd normally have, he thought about the other thing that had started taking up much of his mind. About what it would be like if he wasn't here at all. Really there wasn't many options for a shut in like him, too afraid to even go out in public. Timmy didn't seem to be the kind of person that would think of suicide. Then again... he didn't seem to have much left. Oh his parents had money, he had a new game when it came out. His computer was top of the line, had all the electronics... yet they meant nothing to him. None of it filled the void inside. He wasn't sure if it was Tootie that would fill the void or not... And wasn't sure he wanted to find out.