All Sunday the buck toothed brunette made his new girlfriend talk to him about a few things that needed to be cleared up before they went back to school the next day. First off, were they both serious about giving this romantic relationship a shot. Sure they'd agreed to it but given the circumstances that preceded that conversation he wanted to be sure. The redhead's only reply was to glare at him while ignoring the blush spreading across her cheeks. After that he had spent an hour trying to get her to explain why she'd gotten so pissed off about him helping Trixie. That conversation had lasted a long time with both of them listening to why the other chose to what they did. It was the first time they'd talked like this about something other than pranks.

By the time they'd reached an understanding Timmy admitted that it was a stupid, reckless idea that was more about proving he could than actually wanting to help and Vicky, well, she implied she might not have handled the situation very well. She didn't actually say she was in the wrong but that was alright, they both knew what she meant. He promised not to go through with it in exchange for her not making a scene at school. Everyone knew the pair could influence each other; some believed Vicky flat out manipulated him into everything, so it was entirely possible that Trixie would confront the redhead about him deciding not to help her after all. It was always best not to let Vicky get into fights at school, a few days of her fuming were better than the headache of constantly trying to keep her from starting anything.

That left them with one final topic the brunette was determined to talk about before school. How were they going to proceed with this? Would they act like nothing had changed for a couple weeks or just walk into school and say to hell with what anyone thought? Either way there'd be some pretty nasty rumors for a while. Being extremely intimidating wouldn't stop people from saying this was all some sick plot to keep Timmy as her ever willing slave, among other things. Even if she acted as if it wouldn't bother her, he'd worry about her. Just like he always did when rumors about her got particularly bad and he had to come up with ways to lift her spirits that wouldn't make it seem as if he was taking pity on her. She was so freaking annoying about things like that. When would she get it through that thick skull of her's that she could let her defenses down around him any time? Unlike anyone else, he wouldn't judge her for it.

Well Vicky decided to just see how things unfolded to which he agreed. Planning ahead for them was reserved for pranks; everything else was played by ear. Not the best plan but it would have to do.

It was about seven at night by the time they finished talking. Shortly after that he desperately tried, and failed, to stop her from stealing his phone when he called his best friend to give him a heads up about the following day. After all of his annoying hints and blunt statements, they might as well let him gloat about it. Better to let him do so over the phone instead of at school in front of thousands of people, at least then he couldn't make too big a fool of himself. With the redhead leaning on his shoulder to listen in Timmy told Chester the news. When the blonde asked what suddenly changed to make the two finally get together Timmy fought to keep her from telling anything. Sadly he didn't succeed; she stole the phone from him and ran around the house to keep him from retrieving it while she talked to the boy on the other end. Once he finally got the phone back he had to deal with his friend relentlessly teasing him while she smirked at his embarrassment.

When his parents didn't return home he offered to let her stay the night again. Her smirk and suggestive look quickly made him back track and clarify that they would not be repeating last night's events. More teasing followed and he threatened to make her sleep on the couch, which was the most uncomfortable piece of furniture ever built. Not that he could, she'd just go sleep in the guest room or drive herself home. Speaking of which her parents and sister hadn't bothered to call to find out where she was, Tootie probably hadn't even noticed her sister was missing yet. Before they went to bed Timmy made Vicky text her sister just in case the older woman panicked later and called the police or something.

Monday morning was a bit chaotic. Vicky had stolen his homework so she could copy answers to the homework she'd forgotten about to avoid getting chewed out by their English teacher, again, and possibly facing a few days of detention. Making up with her friend had made her forget about it and there was no way she was going to be able to read five chapters before first period to answer the homework herself. However that meant she didn't get a chance to wash her clothes before they needed to leave, so she raided his dresser. It wasn't the first time she'd taken some of his clothes but it would be the first time she took more than a shirt or pair of socks. The outfit she put together was a bit funny looking compared to her normal look of tight jeans and shirts. She'd found a green plaid shirt in his closet, rolled up the sleeves, and put on an old pair of jeans that no longer fit him. He'd had to find a belt for her but as he never used it, it took a while to remember where he'd put it. All in all it wasn't a bad look for her, just different; after all she rarely wore loose clothing. There was a strange feeling of pride at seeing her in his clothes that made him blush.

Finally ready to leave, Timmy picked up her keys from their spot on the couch.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Well I'm not driving my car to school when I can just ride with you."

"Yeah I figured but I'm driving so you don't need to pick up my keys."

"Too bad I've got the keys so I'm driving." He went outside, quickly followed by the redhead, locked the door, and found her leaning on the driver's side door of her clunker. Sighing, he walked over to her.

"Vicky move."

"Hell no, no one drives my car but me."

Timmy rolled his eyes at her, "You drive mine all the time, so this time I'm gonna drive your car."

"No."

They both stood there arms crossed, trying to make the other back down first. Luckily today was more of a battle of patience than a battle of wills. One more day of being late for first period would land her in ISS for a week so all he had to do was wait for the minutes to tick by. Angry that she wasn't going to win, Vicky growled, opened the car door so it hit him, and crawled into the passenger seat.

"This is the only time you get to drive Sebby." Under her breath he heard her mutter, "I swear if you put a scratch on my car I will skin you alive."

Starting the car the brunette could help but chuckle. "I can't believe you still call it Sebby."

"He's not an it! Besides I'm not going to call him 'Sebastian', not knowing my idiot sister named the damn car after her fiancé."

"Why does it even need a name?"

"…Shut it."

"It's a cute name." He teased.

Vicky hit him for that. Even if the nickname she'd given the car wasn't her style it was still the car's name. As much as she'd wanted to change it, she found she couldn't think of anything better. Not long after receiving the car she called her soon-to-be-brother-in-law Sebby and found out that both he and her sister hated the nickname. So it became the car's new name. Not that she ever called it Sebby in front of anyone but Timmy. She dreaded the day Chester found out what she called her car.

Neither of them said a word on the way to school. Normally he'd pull into the parking lot about the same time she did and would park next to her. The few days he didn't it was because one of the guys picked him up when he was short on gas money. They'd never gone to school in the same vehicle before so there was no telling what kind of reaction the rest of the school would have. Though they'd probably be more curious about why he was driving the car that she refused to let anyone else so much as behind the wheel.

Pulling into her usual parking spot, Timmy turned off the car and looked at her. Ever the confident person Vicky shrugged before getting out of the car. Well, he was nervous enough for both of them. Following her lead he got out of the car. Someone actually gasped when they both got out of the clunker. Poorly concealed whispers quickly followed. Ignoring everyone else, the redhead leaned over the top of her car with her hand outstretched, palm up, waiting to be given her keys back. Instead he put them in his pocket which made her frown. With a playful smile he crossed his arms on the roof of the car and leaned towards her. Being so quiet wasn't normal for them but today they didn't feel like teasing each other or joking, or at times yelling.

They were waiting for the rest of their misfit band of friends to get there. A sudden yell was the only warning the brunette got before a blonde teen tackled him to the ground. There was some yelling and laughing as the pair got back to their feet while the others walked up to the clunker. A.J., Elmer, and Sanjay were confused as to why their friend drove the girl to school but they did know that the two were now together. Chester asked why his best friend had driven the clunker but the bell rang to signal that it was time to go to class. Not that it fazed the blonde, he continued to pester the pair until Vicky began to shove him towards the school building with the others in toe.

As soon as they were inside a very unwelcomed person approached the group, Trixie.

"Hey Timmy," she purred, "so, like, would you like to hang out after school, just the two of us?"

"Sorry, I've already got plans." Even though he couldn't see the redhead standing behind him, he knew whatever disgusted look had been on her face when the girl walked up was now replaced with a smug expression. How'd he know? Trixie was looking at Vicky over his shoulder, frowning.

"But you said we could talk this week." She pouted.

"Actually," he watched as an annoyed Vicky walked off, more to keep her temper in check than because she wanted to get away from the other girl. His friends left too, needing to go to their lockers before class started. "I'm not going to be able to help you anymore."

"Why? You were so willing to help me Friday."

Trying to come up with an excuse that didn't end up making the rest of his high school life miserable was difficult. Trixie took the opportunity to sweeten the deal.

Moving closer to him so she could whisper without being overheard, Trixie gave him a seductive smile, "what if I agree to do whatever you want? Maybe we could work out a long term arrangement after you help me out so I can show you my appreciation."

Unfazed, he took a few steps back and attempted to walk around her but Trixie grabbed his wrist.

"She got to you didn't she? Timmy, you don't have to listen to her all the time, everyone knows she's just using you because she can't do anything herself."

That ticked him off. Vicky was a lot of things, but if she was going to use someone to benefit herself she didn't hide it. Anyone who didn't realize it was simply an idiot.

"It was my choice, no one made up my mind for me."

"I understand why you think like that but everyone's seen the relationship you two have, if you can call it that. You don't need her as a friend, she's a manipulative bitch. You don't have to put up with any of this fighting, making up, and being 'friends' thing."

Like he hadn't heard that from the guys for years, but he'd never taken it to heart since no one else got to see her with her defenses down. More than once he'd realized that was a terrible excuse that probably just proved everyone else right. Choosing to ignore it all they'd continued to be friends and were now 'something' more. Something was the only word to describe it since neither really knew how it would work and that this relationship would make or break their nine year long friendship (okay so not all nine years were as friends but it was close enough). Either it worked or they finally went their separate ways for good.

Even if she did have a point, which he didn't think she did, bad mouthing his friends pissed him off more than anything. With no other real relationships in his life, the newest one aside, his friendships meant the world to him.

"Don't ever call her that again."

She gave him a skeptical look, "a bitch?"

"No, she's a bitch. An annoying, infuriating bitch that makes life hell sometimes but she isn't a manipulative bitch." At least not in the way Trixie was implying.

"Aw, I'm touched you think of me that way."

Standing behind them was Vicky, a little smirk on her face, one hand on her hip, and the other holding a couple books and a notebook. Used to hearing negative comments about herself, Trixie's words didn't really bother her.

To keep from looking intimidated by the redhead, Trixie stood up taller with her arms crossed. "I was just talking to Timmy about –"

"About you trying to get him into a shit load of trouble so you can improve your grades? Yeah I know all about it."

"He told you?!" that was shocking.

"Of course he did, we're friends aren't we?"

Scoffing, Trixie rolled her eyes, "you sure don't act like friends."

The smirk on Vicky's face turned into a sincere smile as she exchanged a look with her friend. "you're right, we aren't friends anymore."

He felt his face heat up as he blushed. People were hanging around to figure out what the most desirable girl in school wanted with the misfit brunette. Once Vicky showed up they all knew they were in for a treat.

"Great! So how about you leave us in peace."

A few people snickered at Trixie's remark. Either she hadn't seen the look between the two teens or she was simply an idiot. Most people leaned towards her being stupid.

"Not too bright is she? But they say good looks can get you far, especially if you have loose morals."

"Vicky." Never before had he used that tone at school, just when it was them and the gang. It was his behave-yourself/don't-be-so-bitchy tone.

The warning bell rang. Not wanting to be late for first period, again, because of the redhead, Timmy took her books and pushed his friend back the way she came. Last thing he needed was for her to start a cat fight. Surprisingly she didn't object to being led away but she wasn't too happy about him taking her books when she was perfectly capable of carrying them.

"I thought you two weren't friends anymore!"

Idiot.

Timmy used his free hand to hold her's and couldn't help but chuckle when she bumped her shoulder into his. It wasn't so much her being affectionate, but showing everyone that they were an item. Timmy Turner was her's and every other girl needed to back off or face her wrath. All the whispers and shouts down the halls were ignored, save one. Trixie yelled something down the hall and Vicky's response was to flip her the bird without so much as glancing back.

The rest of the day would be interesting to say the least. There wasn't a doubt in his mind Chester would gloat about having known it would happen all along. A.J. and the others would be apprehensive about it given how his friendship with Vicky had worked, which was understandable. However it did feel like there was less tension since she came to his house a couple days ago but maybe that was just a temporary thing while they adjusted. Well it wasn't like they weren't used to having to put in a lot of effort to make things work. But hopefully this time thing would be a little bit easier.