(Timmy's PoV)

A couple days later, he sat on his bed still slightly dripping, he hadn't made it home before the rain had started. He didn't care if his bed got wet, he'd be on some game for hours, surely it would be dry by then, even if it wasn't, it still didn't matter. Normally he would have called his parents if he thought a storm was coming and he was going to have to walk home, however no sooner had they gotten home from wherever it was they were, they were gone again, it didn't matter. That was the problem really. How could he care about anything, or anyone if nothing mattered to him? That's not really true, his games mattered to him, some of the people he met that were in guilds, factions, or clans. He had belonged to many of each, but still they were just people that he'd never meet. Never wanted to meet... he had wanted to meet MysticFae. He still couldn't get it out of his head. Tootie, was MysticFae. And that thought only made him wonder about Tootie's motives.

Why the hell do you even care, he asked himself. Why did he care? This wasn't really something he wanted... sure he wanted to know MysticFae better, because well he had known her for a while. Actually longer than any online friend. Oh he would have a few that he liked gaming with, but as he changed games he would leave everyone behind. MysticFae was the only one that he ever told he moved to a new game. But the first time she PMed him in the new game it shocked him, he hadn't expected her to follow him. And he really didn't expect her to start a new game from scratch. By the second and third game she had followed him to, he started having her help pick the next game they would go to.

Enough about this, he thought as he turned on his computer. He went to log into his account when he stopped. What if she's on? What if she's waiting for him? This is stupid, he thought as he turned off his monitor, left his room. I'll watch TV or something. Maybe order a pizza. That was about the only good thing about his parents... they left him plenty of money for while they were gone... the worst part, they were always gone. No wonder I'm so screwed up, first they leave me with Vicki, then they leave me alone completely to raise myself, he ranted to himself as he dialed the number on his cell. The person that answered recognized the number, called him by name and even knew what he was going to order. That's pathetic, the pizza place employees know me better than my own parents.

He turned on the TV and went straight to the DVR, and to one of the shows he liked, and waited for the pizza to arrive. It didn't take long for him to get bored with the show he was watching, he liked the show, but didn't care too much about watching the same show again, he'd always get about fifteen minutes into it before turning it to something else. He found himself on his phone signing into his messenger to see what was going on. He had forgotten why he wasn't on his computer, until he got a message from the one person he now remembered he had been avoiding, he'd even stayed home from school the last two days just to avoid her.

MysticFae: Are you alright Timmy?

Tormented: I'm okay, why?

He knew why she was asking, it was a stupid of him to even ask. She would know that he hadn't been at school. Of course she would have been looking for him, after not seeing him the first day. Plus the fact that she also had called several times. The only surprising part was the fact that she hadn't come over.

MysticFae: I haven't seen you at school, and you didn't answer my calls.

Tormented: I haven't been feeling well.

MysticFae: Oh.

Tormented: Yeah that's all.

MysticFae: Then maybe I should come over.

MysticFae has logged off.

He just stared at his phone as if it might grow fangs at any second. The voice in his mind echoing the same thing over and over again. Idiot. It was at this moment he realized that he hadn't taken any of his medication today, he usually didn't when he was home alone. No stress, no random people... no one trying to check his temperature. The mere thought had him running up the stairs to his room, pulling out the pills he needed to take. As he took them, he just wished that they would kick in soon. Hoped that Tootie had things to do before she left home.

Someone knocked on the door. Should he answer it, or should he ignore it? He hadn't locked the door, and for some reason if he was supposed to be sick, a unlocked door wouldn't stop Tootie... he remembered too much from when she was younger, she wasn't the kind to just give up and go home. He walked over to the door, and tried to look sick though he wasn't sure if he was convincing, and opened it. The pizza had arrived, and it was still raining. Timmy was relieved for a moment as he paid for the pizza, until he saw Tootie running up the sidewalk.

"Timmy!" Tootie called as she stepped off the sidewalk and across the lawn. He didn't want to notice, yet couldn't help but notice how nice her hair looked in the rain, how even in the pigtails she still wore framed her face, she looked very beautiful. He shook his head as if that would get the thought out of his head. Wasn't long before she was standing in front of him on his porch. "I made it!"

(Tootie's PoV)

The rain falling behind her, she stared at Timmy. He just staring at her... it was like he was lost for a moment. How sick was he? She shivered slightly, the rain had brought cooler weather with it, and now she was starting to get cold, and he was just standing there. Just staring at her. Didn't he feel how cold it was, or was he just too sick?

"Timmy?" he just looked at her, his mouth now slightly agape. "Timmy?" Nothing... she snapped her fingers in front of his face... he blinked a few times, and his eyes focused on her a bit more.

"Oh uh... yeah..." Then he seemed to realize that it was cold, and raining and she was soaking wet and cold. "Oh... sorry. Come in." He opened the door and she followed him in. It had been a long time since she had been in Timmy's house. It had changed a lot, then again the new development just north of Dimmsdale cause an increase in Timmy's moms income. And the big promotion his father received, wasn't anything to laugh at. Yeah he could have ended up as popular as that bitch Trixie, but instead of branching out like most would have done, he sank deeper inside himself. She still couldn't figure out what caused the major change in him.

She was snapped out of her thoughts as Timmy handed her a towel, she hadn't even noticed he left the room. She dried her hair, and did the best she could with her cloths. Timmy seemed to have thought of everything, she thought as she noticed the towels that were laid across the the couch.

"I'd offer you something to wear... but I don't think my clothes would fit you" he looked down at the ground, as her heart jumped... No his clothes wouldn't fit, didn't mean she didn't want to wear them. Maybe she could keep them... and she'd always have his scent... Whoa, starting to sound like young Tootie there, she thought to herself, trying to calm herself down.

"That would... um be better then wearing wet clothes..." What did I just say, she thought to herself mentally scolding her own mouth for betraying her. Well at least she didn't sound all desperate and crazed, and it would be better than having to sit in cold wet clothes.

"Okay, um bathrooms upstairs, come on I'll get the clothes." he said, he sounded hesitant as he started towards the stairs, which she followed. He wasn't used to anyone being over, that what it was. It had to be, it wasn't her that he didn't want near his room... his room. What did it look like? She had often wondered about it, before she found out Tormented was Timmy... after she found out all she could imagine was what she remembered his room used to look like. As she followed him up the stairs she kept trying to imagine what his room would look like.

When they got there and she followed him into his room, it wasn't anything like she expected. Normal people pictured a gamers room to look messy, or anime covering the walls. Even posters of this game and that game here and there. There was his bed made, black comforter, glossy black headboard and foot board. His dresser, nightstands, and stand that his TV sat on matched the head board and foot board. His computer was even black... the only thing that wasn't black in the room were his desk, which was a dark gray metal and glass. His carpet which was the same color as his desk. The walls were a lighter shade of gray, but it didn't leave much to the imagination. At first glace it seemed normal. There were a total of five book shelves in his room, about five foot tall. Only one of them had books, the others held games and movies. So many games... so many lives for him. Next was the smell, it wasn't unpleasant, and it wasn't cologne, more like just his natural scent in the air. It made her lightheaded, and brought back a lot of her obsessive thoughts.

"Tootie?" she looked at Timmy, again he stood there holding out something for her, and she was too wrapped up in things around her. It was the clothes that Timmy said she could borrow until hers were dry. She felt embarrassed as she took the clothing and went across the hall to where the bathroom was. She changed out of her wet clothing, and put on his. They were a bit big for her, but at least Timmy was smart enough to give her pants with an elastic waist so they would stay up. After she was done changing and her clothes put into the dryer, they returned to the living room, and decided on a movie to watch.