(Timmy's PoV)

The next morning Timmy opened his eyes, and he couldn't figure out why he was on the floor... he tensed up when he felt something against his back. It moved slightly... repetitively. Then the night before came back to him. The rain... the storm... the power going out. Tootie had come over. He went to move, then he felt something cling tighter to his side and it didn't take him long to realize that what was moving against his back was Tootie breathing, and what had grabbed him was her arm. He slowly moved her arm off his side, and slowly got off the pallet of blankets on the floor.

Floor hurt my back, he thought as he went to his room... he needed to get his medication before she woke up... before his mind had a chance to fully register what happened. He'd take his medication... he'd... he'd... take a shower! That should be enough time for it to start working, as long as he didn't think about the night before... not yet. Not now.

He went up the stairs as quickly and quietly as he could. A normal boy would have laid there with the beautiful girl, and just absorbed the feelings. But like Tootie said herself, he was not normal, and right now he agreed with her... No, stop thinking about that. He thought as he made it to his room, taking out his morning doses of medication. Right now there was only really one medication on his mind, but after so many years, this had become a habit of opening each bottle, in the same order, and taking them at the same time. The power had returned he thought as he turned out his desk light.

Once that little habit, that at the moment he cursed, was over he gathered up a change of clothing and darted across the hall into the bathroom. Once in and the door closed and locked, he leaned against it a moment catching his breath. He hadn't realized that he'd done everything so quickly... that or he was going to have another panic attack. He waited... but he was still able to breathe and he wasn't blacking out. He sighed... at least he didn't freak out. Now all he had to do was shower, and of course wait for the medication to run it's course... start it's course rather. He stripped off his clothing dropping them into the hamper... which only reminded him that he had to wash his clothes soon.

He though about what all he had to do today, as he turned on the water letting it warm up. It was really nothing new, with his parents gone all the time, he was used to having to do these things. Cook his own meals, wash his laundry, and the dishes. Honestly his parents had left him a card tied to their bank account so he even paid the bills for them... seeing as they were hardly ever here anymore guess it was easy to forget the house with him in it.

He didn't really mind, he thought as he got under the stream of water, letting it wash away the frustrations of the day before, for as long as he could remember they'd done this... though before not as much and for shorter periods of time. As far back as he could remember. Even before Vicki, a name that still sent chills down his spine, had moved into the neighborhood and started being his babysitter, there were others. The sick twisted truth was that he knew Vicki, a lot better than he knew his own parents. At least Vicki was honest... she was mean, yes. She was twisted and tortured him, yes. But she never hid that fact to him, he knew where he stood with her.

"Timmy?" He heard her voice from the hallway, he wanted to ignore her, but he couldn't do that. Actually he felt kind of guilty for leaving her there alone. It was morning, though it was still dim outside... maybe the remaining clouds from the storm was blocking the sun.

"Be right out..." he said rinsing the soap off his body. He hoped that it had been enough time for the medicine to work. Well it wouldn't be the first time... and if he did it again, he doubted it would be the last. He turned off the water, and dried himself then dressed. He didn't like his reflection, he had always tried not looking at it... it caught his attention this time, and he just glared at it as he made his way to the door. He paused a moment to try to at least stop glaring... once he though he had accomplished a normally look. He opened the door, and almost laughed.

There was Tootie, he hands between her knees, moving from one foot to the other. One of his pig tails had come undone so half of her hair was free, most of which was stuck to the side of her face... he didn't get to admire her long before she rushed passed him, and he was pushed into the hallway and the door closed behind him. He walked downstairs laughing inside... wondering if Tootie had forgotten the bathroom downstairs. It had been a while since she had been here.

He cleaned up the blankets, the the mess he couldn't clean in the dark and had started breakfast before Tootie had come back down. Her hair had been fixed, she looked at him sheepishly. She looked embarrassed that she had been so forceful with him. Though he understood, maybe it came from living with Vicki. He didn't care... not really.

"Sorry about..." he stopped her in mid-sentence.

"Don't worry about it Tootie." He smiled, then turned his attention back to what he was cooking. "If you want... you can grab some cloths out of my room... and shower if you want."

(Tootie's PoV)

"If you want... you can grab some cloths out of my room... and shower if you want." At first she didn't really mind, she could shower at her house... but the more she thought about it... the more appealing it sounded to be alone in his room, and able to look around properly... again she had to stop herself from becoming too obsessed. He's letting you, you don't have to sneak around.

"Uh... Yeah... I'll go do that." She wasn't feeling all that well, but she darted back the way she had come from, and up the stairs, and back into Timmy's room. She looked around once more. It all looked the same as before she wandered around the room. It looked more plain now than it had when she first stepped into it, maybe that was due to the fact that the first time she wasn't snooping. Well she wasn't snooping now... not really. She was supposed to be in here.

That's what she kept telling herself the entire time she looked through his drawers. Clothes, clothes, cloths... didn't boys keep other things in their dressers? She had a drawer just for odd things. She knew Vicki had one... but Timmy didn't seem to have that... not that she was completely snooping. While she was looking, she grabbed a pair of his jeans, and a t-shirt. She found a pair of socks since her shoes were still soaked. Not much she could do about that, she'd just have to hope that those and her under clothing would be dry before going home. Once she realized she had been gone too long, she left Timmy's room and entered the bathroom.

Tootie stood in front of the mirror combing her hair. Looked at herself in the mirror, like she had so many times before. She didn't think she looked all that bad. She was no Trixie... Trixie... now that she thought about it. Since before the night she and Timmy went on a date, she hadn't heard about that dumb snob once. Timmy had said he was done with her many times, but he always got over it. Was he really done? Could it of been because of her? Timmy did say she looked beautiful that night. She grabbed her hair ties and stuffed them into the pocket of the slightly too big jeans. Timmy wasn't much bigger than her, but her waist was smaller than his, so they would slip if she didn't hold them up... without underwear on she refused to take more than one hand off of the waist at a time. She just wished she felt better.

She looked through the archway into the kitchen where Timmy was putting things on the table. Not how she would envisioned her first breakfast with Timmy... but it would be great. She walked through the door, Timmy looked happy that she was there. It made her wonder just how many meals he had eaten alone... she couldn't really remember seeing his parents much in the last few years. Not at any of the the open houses at school. Timmy was the one that did the chores around the house. Even though she had started falling for Tormented, she'd still watch Timmy when he worked outside, he was still Timmy and she was still herself.

"Breakfast is ready," Timmy looked down at the table, she knew he was not used to this. So she took her seat and started eating. It was actually nice. Breakfast for her usually consisted of awkward silence from her parents and Vicki teasing her for something. Granted the teasing had lessened since her parents started ignoring her, but she was still Vicki.

"This is good," she said as she moved her eggs around with her fork. It was good, just her stomach wasn't agreeing with her at the moment, she still wasn't feeling all that well.

"Are you alright?" she looked up form her plate. She gave him a half smile.

"Just not feeling well is all," she wondered if she was starting to get sick from being soaked yesterday. That's silly, you can't really get sick from being out in the rain. She did have troubles sleeping last night, due to the fact that she was curled up with Timmy and Tormented, even being the same person, they were the only two boys she had crushed on. Now with out a doubt she knew Timmy and her were meant to be together, since her was both Tormented and Timmy. What are the odds that the person she started to fall in love with was Timmy and she didn't know? Timmy's fingers snapped in front of her face, she looked up at him, he was now next to her looking down at her. "Hmph... what?"

"I asked if you were sure, and you didn't' answer..." Timmy's hand touched her forehead, and he 'tsked'. "Your feeling a bit warm, maybe being wet, and being cold in here last night made you sick."

Maybe he was right... she didn't think she could get sick from being wet... but then again the cold could have lowered her immune system and she had caught a cold or something. He put a glass of orange juice in front of her, she didn't even recall him moving. After drinking it, she barely heard him telling her that she should lay down. She expected him to lead her to the couch, instead she was lead up the stairs. Guest room maybe, she was starting to feel dizzy.

"Almost there..." he was now holding up the jeans she was wearing, had they fallen down? Right now she really didn't care... she would later. She looked around, she knew this room, it was Timmy's. He pulled back the covers, and laid her down, maybe she wasn't feeling well from lack of sleep, she had tossed and turned most of the night. Timmy put the covers over her, and was about to walk out, when she grabbed his wrist.

"Can you..." She knew what she wanted, she wanted him to lay with her... or at least sit with her, "Can you stay with me?"

"I uh... I guess I could sit with you for a while." It was better than nothing she thought as he sat on the bed next to her. She smiled, she felt sick, like she could throw up at any moment but with him sitting here with her, it was worth it. Her eyes closed, and let sleep claim her... like the night before she woke up, and it didn't feel like she was asleep long. She felt something on her waist, and warm air on the back of her neck. She turned her head enough to see that Timmy was curled up behind her. One of his arms under her neck, the other draped over her side. She felt better... oh she still felt sick, she just felt better for a different reason as she closed her eyes again. This time, she slept soundly, knowing Timmy had curled up with her on his own.