Ok, here's chapter two. Oh, and by the way, Taylor isn't really a surfer boy, he just looks like one. That was the only way I could describe his appearance. (Don't worry, I'm not a stereotypical person, but whenever I see that kind of shaggy hairstyle, it reminds me of my friend Mike, who does a lot of surfing. So, there you go. : ) )

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters, or show, Fairly Odd Parents.

Tootie sighed. The car was so much quieter. She had dropped off A.J., and then Chester. She was down the street from Timmy's house. And he usually never had much to say to her, so she usually spent the time enjoying the silence. But not today.

"Hey, Tootie?"

Tootie blinked in surprise. Was there another Tootie in the car that she was unaware of? An imaginary friend that he had yet to let go of? Because there was no way he was really talking to her. Then she realized how childish she was being, and decided to answer him before he thought she was upset with him for something. "Yes?"

"You passed my house."

Tootie felt a flash of disappointment. But it didn't surprise her. Had she really expected him to have a lot to say to her? Nah. Just wishful thinking. She pulled the car into her driveway, so that she could turn around and go back to his house.

"No, it's ok. You don't have to turn around just to drop me off. I can walk. I only live four houses down from you. It's not a big deal." he shot her a smile. She thought it best to return it and mask her disappointment.

"Ok, then." She shut off the car and stuck the key in her purse. Timmy grabbed his bookbag and got out of the car. Surprisingly, he walked over to her door and opened it. Tootie blinked, surprised. She knew they weren't ten anymore, but Timmy...going out of his way to be nice... to her? She smiled and got out of the car.

"Thanks." she put her own backpack on her shoulder, and shut the door. "And to what do I owe this act of chivalry?" she joked.

"T'was nothing, m'lady, just doing what I do best." he grinned again. "Besides, I think it's time I let go of the past. It's pretty apparent you aren't going to relapse."

Tootie's face darkened a bit. "Timmy, I haven't done anything like that since we were twelve. And if it took you up to now to realize that I'm not going to relapse, then I really don't know what to do." She tried to step away from her car and walk towards her house, but Timmy blocked her.

"Wait! No, Tootie, I didn't mean to make you mad. I'm sorry."

Tootie sighed. "You didn't. It just bothers me that...well... Timmy, did it really take you that long to realize that I'm not going to act like I did when I was ten?"

"No, not really. I mean, I knew it ever since you vowed to stop. When you set your mind to something, you stick to it, I know that. But, I kind of miss it."

"You mean you miss having a girl stalk you, and smother you with kisses?" Tootie smirked, "You know, guys usually tend to go for that kind of thing in high school. If you'd have hung in there for just a few more years, it really would've upped your status with Trixie."

"Wha- how do you know that?" Timmy furrowed his brow, puzzled.

"Because, Timmy, I'm a girl, just like Trixie. And girls tend want things they can't have. So if you were to appear unavailable, she'd think you had no interest in her, and she'd go after you, simply so that she could make you want her. All girls know of that little trick, whether they're popular or not." she raised an eyebrow, daring him to challenge her. Go on, Timmy. Do it. I dare you...You can't outsmart me in this area.

"That makes sense. And I'd probably ask you to relapse...if I still liked Trixie."

Tootie's eyebrows shot up again, but this time in surprise. "What? Since when have you stopped liking Trixie?"

"I've been over her since the middle of the tenth grade." he crossed his arms and gave a smug smile,"You're not the only one who can get over a long time crush."

If only you knew...

"But...how could-" Tootie stopped herself to regain her composure, and attempted to speak again,"Well, Timmy, why didn't you tell me you were over Trixie?"

Timmy hiked his bookbag farther up onto his shoulder. "Well, Tootie," he said curtly, giving a sly grin, "You never asked."

And with another sly grin, he walked down the driveway, and headed down the street for his house.

Tootie stared after him, a grin slowly growing on her face. She could get used to the friendly yet sarcastic banter. Being top on the speech and debate team, she never thought that he would be a worthy opponent, without even trying. With a grin, she yelled, "This isn't over, Turner!"

"What? I can't hear you!" he broke into a run. "You're too far away!"

"You know you can hear me!" she stifled a laugh.

"See you tomorrow!" he called, giving a wave without looking back. Tootie couldn't help it. She laughed. And with that laugh came some relief. When she met Taylor, earlier that day, she thought she was falling for him. But a part of her didn't want to, because she still believed that she and Timmy were meant for each other. But now, she realized that her emotions for Taylor weren't even puppy love. Just happiness that a guy could be her friend without her being the most popular girl in school.

When Timmy reached his house, he looked back up the street to see if Tootie was still there. She wasn't. She was walking on the path that led to her backyard. He grinned, and let out a chuckle. Tootie wasn't so bad, and he'd never had doubts that she was. He just didn't want to let go of the old Tootie, the girl who used to like him. In truth, he liked her. A lot. But she's over me now...

He thought back to what he'd said earlier, "And I'd probably ask you to relapse...if I still liked Trixie"... His face blushed with embarrassment at the remembrance of it. At first, he'd thought that hinting that he liked her was a good idea. But now, he was regretting it. What if she figured out what he actually meant? Then their friendship would be ruined.

He walked into the house, which was empty since his parents were gone. They left a note.

Timmy,
We've gone to the Cake n' Bacon restaurant. We're sorry we had to go without you, but we'll bring you back a plate.

Mom and Dad.

"Don't bother to bring me a plate, "Timmy moaned, "I hate that restaurant." However, he loved when they went out. It gave him time to relax, since Vicky was gone.

Vicky...he thought, now there's a person I never thought I'd think about again. It'd been years since Vicky stopped being his babysitter. When he turned 15, he didn't need her anymore. She'd gotten a lot kinder after most of her clients stopped needing her. After she left for college, she'd sent a letter to make amends with her little sister. In the letter, she even told her to "Say hello, and I'm sorry, to the twerp for me." Twerp. After she softened her heart, she used that nickname out of affection rather than hatred for all of her clients. But her bossiness remained, and it served her well; she was now the head of her own building in Colorado as - oh, the irony of it - a social worker.

Timmy sighed, and went to his room. His thoughts of Vicky had distracted him for a moment, but his mind was now back to Tootie. He flopped onto his bed. He didn't know what to do about his dilema. Of course, there were two people who did. He looked at the fishbowl next to his bed. It was empty. A tear ran down his cheek. Cosmo and Wanda...I miss you guys...

He had turned 18 the previous week, and along with that came the loss of his fairy god parents. To him, it wasn't fair. He technically wasn't supposed to lose them until he was old enough to stop believing in fairies. Even though he was 18, he still believed. However, there were a lot more miserable children now - a lot more than there had been when he was 10. In fact, there were so many miserable children that for the first time in history, Fairy World didn't have enough fairies to help every unhappy child. So as soon as a child turned 18, they had to give up their fairies, whether they still believed or not. But to make up for it, Wanda was actually willing to break "Da Rules" to grant him one last wish before they were taken away - "I wish I didn't have to forget you!". And he hadn't.

He wished they were here to help him now. But at the same time, he knew exactly what they'd tell him. Cosmo would make himself look like a Jedi, and say, "Use the pudding, Timmy. Use the pudding." Wanda, on the other hand, would give more sound advice. But Timmy was going to do this his way. In a way that he knew would make them proud. But still, as happy as he was about his plan, he was sure that Tootie would never like him as more than a friend ever again.

Tootie sighed in happiness as she fell into the soft grass. She'd actually had a real conversation with Timmy! Not just pathetic small talk to make sure that their friendship didn't cross over to nothing, a line it was always teetering on. So, he doesn't have a problem with me after all! She smiled again, and gave a squeal of girlish delight.

She had thought that he didn't like her anymore, especially in the past week. He hardly acknowledged her. She remembered how she'd tried to wish him a happy birthday, only to have him thank her half heartedly and request to be alone. He wouldn't even look at her for the rest of the week, making her sure he hated her. But he doesn't! And the events from a few minutes ago proved it: they had a fun conversation, filled with banter, and he'd even seemed a little - unless her mind was fooling her - flirty!

Her heart flipped at the thought. But still, she reminded herself to keep a sensible head. There's a difference in seeing something, and seeing what you want to see, and she knew that. She was sure that the flirting was all in her mind. She was sure Timmy would never like her as more than a friend.