Timmy sat in his homeroom, waiting for the rest of Friday to start.

Crocker, who was still his teacher for some ungodly reason, sat at his desk, twitching every now and again and staring at Timmy with an evil glint in his eye.

Timmy watched as Crocker mouthed the words: 'I will prove that you have fairies'.

Timmy responded by sticking his fist in the air and raising his middle finger at the teacher, causing Crocker to splutter and return his attention to the class. Luckily for Timmy, the other school staff members tended to ignore Crocker's complaints about the students; mostly because they didn't like him and thought he was crazy.

"It's Friday, Friday! Gotta get down on... Friday!" Timmy was tackled out of his chair by Tootie.

"So tackling me everyday isn't enough, you have to sing that song now too?" Timmy looked up at Tootie with a smile.

"Well... I'm only gonna do it on Friday... but now you have something else to look forward to!" Tootie got off of Timmy and offered him her hand, which he took so she could help him up.

"Turner! You can make-out with your girlfriend after class!"

"She's not my girlfriend!" "He's not my boyfriend!" the two teens exclaimed at Crocker, causing him to sit back down rather sheepishly and look at his notes for the day.

As luck would have it for Timmy; going out with Trixie had caused Tootie to give up on him. He was surprised by it at first, but grew to welcome it shortly afterward, then regretted it after Trixie dumped him. Tootie had picked up on this and reached a compromise with Timmy... Without actually consulting him about it. So every day now, she would greet him by tackling him to the floor, not caring who saw them or how much trouble it got them in. Her way of cheering him up when he was down, which was unfortunately very often as of late. The relationship was wholly platonic now and Tootie was the only friend that Timmy had left in Dimmsdale.

Tootie took her seat next to Timmy. "So what's been going on?"

"Same old, same old. Last night, my parents fed me some line about going to my Great Aunt Edna's house. Who happens to live in a day spa."

"You didn't actually believe that?"

"Of course not. I don't have a Great Aunt. They just made something up as an excuse to go to a spa."

"So Vicky had to babysit you? Why didn't you call me? We could've hung out!"

"I fell asleep." Timmy rubbed the back of his head and blushed.

"With Vicky watching you? Bullshit."

"Really, I did. She fell asleep too, I actually fell asleep leaning on the mop and only woke up because I tipped over."

"Wow. You're a klutz... Anything else happen...?" Tootie quirked an eyebrow up.

"I know that look, Tootie. What do you know?"

"Just heard a little sumthin' sumthin'... Maybe about you and... my sister?"

"Oh God. She told you?!"

"We're sisters. Are you really that surprised?"

"I suppose I shouldn't be... I just figured she'd want to keep it hush-hush..."

"So it's true then? Vicky wasn't pulling my leg?"

"Yeah..."

"Ohmygosh! That's so sweet!" Tootie scooted her desk over next to his and hugged him.

"Sweet?" Timmy looked at Tootie with disbelief. "I didn't expect that..."

"C'mon... you crushing on your babysitter? It's kinda cute! I was afraid that I would have to play matchmaker for you for a while there. I just didn't have Vicky in mind."

"Well when she came over last night, I certainly didn't plan on putting my feelings on the table like I did, but... things just turned out that way..."

"Waitwaitwait. You've been crushing on her for a while now?"

"Mmm... kinda..." Timmy didn't want to admit it, just in case he might hurt Tootie's feelings.

"Why didn't you just tell her?"

"Are... are you serious? You realize we're talking about Vicky, right? Not some secret other sister you have that I don't know about?"

"Yes. We're talking about Vicky. She's stubborn, just like you apparently. She would never, ever admit it if you asked her, but she was starting to like you too. She just figured that she was the weird one for liking you, that's why she never said anything. It's also why she was being meaner to you, or so she told me."

"You're kidding." Timmy wore a bemused smile on his face.

"Nope, she-"

"Class! Take your seats so I can take attendance!" Crocker yelled across the classroom.

Tootie rolled her eyes at their teacher, who was now little more than a joke to them. "She told me a few months back that she thought she was starting to like you. I didn't say anything because... well... Vicky is still pretty scary..."

The bell rang, indicating the end of homeroom and the official beginning of the school day. Timmy and Tootie parted ways and went to their classes, only a few of which they shared. And only one of which they could actually converse in.

"Bye Timmy! See you in Chem!" Tootie waved and zipped down the hall before Timmy could respond.

Most of the day was boring after that. He saw Trixie in algebra. She ignored him. Her friend Veronica stared at him dreamily as always. After he found out about her Tootie-like obsession, he decided that keeping his distance from her was the best option. Tootie had obsessed over him for the better part of five years, he wasn't about to deal with a repeat incident.

Timmy and Tootie met up again and partnered up in Chemistry class. Crocker also taught this class... or at least, he claimed to. If Crocker taught a class, it was almost always about magical creatures, fairies, or math; the last of which was only to spite Timmy.

"Today class, we'll be researching FAIRIES! And how to expose the fact that SOMEONE in this class has THEM!"

Timmy glanced over at Crocker, then returned his attention to the various beakers that Tootie was working with. "What are you doing?"

After AJ moved across the country, Tootie had subconsciously become the smartest person in their group(not all that hard, considering the group was comprised of Timmy and her). She could usually be found mixing various liquids in chemistry, or making observations in biology, or just being generally scientific.

"Vicky asked me to make her some battery acid." Tootie poured a strange liquid into a beaker of water.

"Why?"

"Beats me. I'm just following orders." Tootie poured the solution into a glass bottle and capped it. "All done!" she placed the bottle in her backpack, then began mixing another concoction.

"And that?" Timmy watched as Tootie poured a vial of greenish liquid into a beaker of cloudy liquid, turning it a brilliant shade of blue.

"Personal project."

"-and that class, is why you can never trust anyone who wears a PINK HAT!"

"What are you making? It's not a secret, is it?"

"No. Love potion."

Timmy looked at Tootie nervously.

"Don't give me that look. This is from back when I was still chasing after you." Tootie sprinkled some powder into the beaker from a small vial.

"Looks more like alchemy than chemistry." Timmy watched as the liquid turned a fluorescent pink.

"All done! Wanna test it out?" Tootie held it out and grinned.

"No." Timmy said flatly.

"Hm..." Tootie's previously innocent grin turned into an evil smile. "How about... them?" Tootie pointed to the other side of the classroom, at Trixie and the popular clique.

"What do you want me to do? Just hand them the beaker and be like: 'Drink this!'?"

"No! Do you have any idea what that much of this stuff will do to someone?!"

"...No."

"Me neither. Here." Tootie poured a small amount into a vial. "Just get Trixie to drink thi- Hm... on second thought... give it to Veronica... and make sure she looks at Tad... I'll give one to Trixie while she looks at Chad. Sound like a plan?"

"Why did you suddenly change your mind about me giving this to Trixie?" Timmy shook the small vial in front of his and Tootie's faces.

"Because you used to date her! When someone drinks this, they immediately fall in love with whoever they first lay eyes on... Supposedly. You really want her to fall in love with you? Or worse, think there's something up when you suddenly want to talk to her again?"

"What if she falls in love with you?"

"Then I'll make the antidote and give it to her! Stop poking holes in my plan and get to work!" Tootie stared at him angrily, trying to channel Vicky, evidently.

Timmy merely stared back at her with a bored expression. "That doesn't work when you do it."

"I used to have FAIRIES! But a pink-hat wearing IMP caused me to lose them!"

Given the choice between listening to Crocker and enacting Tootie's plan, Timmy made the wiser and less sane decision. "This won't poison her, right?"

"No... hopefully not..."

Timmy crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Why do you even care? Veronica isn't your friend..."

"She's not a bad person either, I don't want to hurt her or Trixie."

"They should both be fine. Killjoy. Worst case? We make the popular kids fall in love with each other."

"Fine." Timmy looked at the vial of strange pink fluid and walked over to Veronica. "Uh... Hey there, Veronica... I... have this awesome new energy drink sample that Tootie and I have been working on! Would you mind taste testing it for me? I think it's fine, but... well, I want an outside opinion."

Veronica thought carefully about this. Timmy had never spoken to her this much in the entire time she had known of his existence, so why was he talking to her now?

Timmy looked at the vial, then at Veronica sheepishly.

"Oh, right, he wants an answer..." "Sure." Veronica took the vial and looked at it. "Its got a nice color..."

"Tootie's idea..." "No way it's this easy... what was it Tootie said? 'Make sure she's facing... Tad? Or was it Chad? Does it even matter?" He just had to make sure she wasn't facing him when she drank it.

"Fine, if I drink this little... immune-booster thing, will you leave me alone?" Timmy looked past Veronica to see Tootie giving Trixie the vial she had.

While Timmy was more of a fan of... deception; Tootie preferred a more brute force method, likely getting back at Trixie for hurting the boy she once loved. Timmy watched as Trixie drank from the vial and had her head forcibly turned by Tootie to look in his direction. She only realized her mistake as Timmy grimaced at her and moved so that Veronica was between him and Trixie. He then made the split-second(and totally not regrettable) decision to shout 'Look over there!' to Veronica, pointing in the direction of Trixie.

What happened next was... expected. At least, Timmy and Tootie expected it, even if it wasn't what they intended.

"Hey Trixie... do you wanna, like, do something later?" Veronica rubbed her shoulder nervously.

"Er... okay, sure." Trixie giggled girlishly and blushed. "I'd like that."

Timmy was trying very hard to return to his desk with Tootie... but some unknown force was keeping him rooted to the spot as his imagination took over.

"Alright, Timmy. Back to our workstation..." Tootie grabbed his hand and dragged him away from the blooming romance that had Tad and Chad dumbstruck and speechless.

After several more minutes of staring, Timmy regained enough presence of mind to turn his attention to Tootie and whatever it was she was doing. "So I guess it works..."

Tootie stopped mixing and glanced over at him, then returned to her work. "Of course it did, you think I'd make a fake love potion?"

"To be fair, things like that are usually fake. I thought you wanted to make them fall in love with Tad and Chad? Why'd you turn Trixie's head toward me?"

"Accident. Nice quick thinking on your part though, moving behind Veronica and telling her to look at Trixie. In my defense, I wasn't trying to make Trixie look at you, I just lost my temper when I thought about how she hurt you and turned her head. So, I'm sorry about that." Tootie mixed several beakers worth of liquids together, causing a small mushroom cloud to emanate from the main beaker.

"Dare I ask what sort of horrible cocktail you're making now?"

"Just the antidote." Tootie added another vials worth of some powdery substance.

"You have too much free time..."

"...Yep." Tootie began stirring the concoction.

"Y'know..." Timmy started.

Tootie stopped mixing and looked at him. "Yeah?"

"We don't..." Timmy looked over at Trixie and Veronica, who were currently looking at each other the way Tootie used to look at him. "Uh..." Timmy trailed off.

"Hey. Snap out of it!" Tootie snapped her fingers in front of Timmy's face, causing him to shake his head.

"Um... We don't have to fix them..."

"What now? Yeah we do! It takes a few days for the potion to pass though a person's system, the antidote will fix it immediately."

"So... why not let it run its course?"

"You're just a perv."

"Guilty as charged."

"Hm..." Tootie looked at the now completed and very purple mixture. "It... might be interesting to see how the potion affects two people of the same gender... It only said to try using it on a boy and a girl... Alright, fine." Tootie poured the violet mixture into another bottle. "Part of being scientistic is to observe, so we'll observe."

"Scientistic?"

"There an echo in here?"

RING

"Class is over everyone! Get out there and find some magical creatures so I can prove I'm not CRAZY!"

The students filed out of the classroom, Timmy and Tootie being the last to leave as they watched Trixie and Veronica walk out holding hands and blushing.

"Hm... early observations indicate that the potion affects two people of the same sex in a similar way to two people of the opposite sex... Interesting... Are- are you writing this down?" Tootie looked over at Timmy.

"Hm? Oh yeah." Timmy produced a notebook from his backpack and wrote down Tootie's observation. "Anything else?"

"Yeah, normally you only use the potion on one person; generally the person you want to fall in love with you, but we used it on two people who then fell in love with each other... or are falling in love... or something... so we're like... pioneers here. We have to document any interesting developments and-"

"Can we get to lunch now?" Timmy had already packed away his notebook and now stared at Tootie.

"Oh! Yes, of course!" Tootie followed Timmy out of the classroom and down the hall to the cafeteria.

The rest of the day proceeded rather normally. Tootie and Timmy occasionally made observations concerning the blooming Veronica/Trixie romance, and many of their fellow students were left shocked and awed by the new, strange development.

On the bus ride home, Tootie looked over Timmy's notes and made her own corrections and added her own notes and observations.

"Why are we doing this?"

"Hm?" Tootie looked up from the notebook and was chewing the top of her pen. "Because I want to see how that love potion affects them?"

"So why am I involved?"

"Because you're my assistant."

"What am I getting out of this though?"

"A richer understanding of love potions and how they affect a girl on girl relationship. Learning is its own reward."

"Yeah, I'm gonna need more incentive than that." Timmy looked out the window, the conversation quickly losing his interest.

"I'm not sleeping with you."

"Always gotta make our friendship weird, don't you?"

"Hm... how about this? You help me observe the effects, I help you with dating Vicky. Sound like a good deal?" Tootie didn't bother to look up from her notes.

"Fine."

"Great! Thanks so much! First tip is free, Vicky likes spontaneity."

"Come again? Look, you're the smart one here, all these big words you use? I can barely wrap my head around them. Reminds me of AJ..."

"I mean... do something she won't expect."

"What does Vicky not expect?"

"She doesn't expect you to be spontaneous." Tootie smiled slyly at him.

"Screw you." Timmy laughed and shook his head.

"Name the time and the place, I'll be there."

"You're not supposed to- to just shoot back like that so carefree!"

The bus stopped at their bus stop and they got off.

"Anyway, just... do something that says that you're in control of the relationship. She thinks that because you're her Twerp and younger than her that she has the upper hand in the relationship; prove that you can take control too. Do something... romantic, yet... unexpected... for her."

"Hm... I... Oh! I see what you mean! I've got a great idea!"

"Good! Now, to begin, we should follow Trixie and-"

"Can we start tomorrow? I have a date tonight."

"Mmm... fine. But I expect you to hold up your end of our deal." Tootie pointed her pen threateningly at Timmy.

"Have I ever shirked on a deal with my best friend?"

Tootie's cheeks turned pink. "I suppose not... See you tomorrow then." Tootie left Timmy in front of his house.

"Vicky wants... spontaneous... Unexpected..." he opened the front door and nearly walked into his mother. "Oh, Hi Mom."

"Hi Sweetie, your father and I-"

"Are going out again?"

"No! We're actually staying in tonight, but we want to have a romantic candlelit dinner!"

"So...?"

"So you get to go upstairs to your room and play video games and not come down! Isn't that exciting?!"

"Too exciting..." it would figure that the one time he wants his parents to go out, they decide to stay in. "I'll be in my room..." Timmy ascended the stairs, entered his room, and shut the door. "Hey guys..."

Cosmo and Wanda poofed from their fishbowl to greet their godchild. "Why the long face, Sport?"

"Girl trouble." Timmy laid down on his bed.

"Wanna talk about it?" Wanda levitated closer to Timmy.

"No." "I like this girl, but she likes... the unexpected... I was hoping to get the chance to surprise her, but with my parents staying in for the night, I don't know how I'm gonna-"

"This... girl... it wouldn't happen to be Vicky, would it?"

"I plead the fifth."

"Right... well... not that you heard this from me... but this girl... she thinks you're the straight lace type, right?"

"I... guess I am..."

"So maybe you should... sneak out and see her? That'd be unexpected from someone like you."

"That's... actually a pretty good idea! Thanks Wanda!"

"No idea what you're talking about Timmy. Have fun tonight! ...Doing whatever it is that you're... nevermind." Wanda poofed herself and Cosmo away, leaving Timmy to formulate a plan.

Later that night...

Timmy sat up in bed and checked his alarm clock. It was just after ten at night. His parents had likely gone to sleep an hour earlier and he pretty much had the run of the house since they slept like the dead. "Well... guess it's now or never... or tomorrow night... or the next night." tossing the covers off himself and revealing that he still wore his regular attire, he jumped out of bed and slipped on his coat.

Leaving his room and tiptoeing past his parents' door, Timmy winced and froze as the floorboards right outside their room creaked under his weight. After several tense seconds, he continued walking through the hall and down the stairs, before reaching his front door and opening it, letting the cool night air into the house.

Timmy went out and shut the door behind him, locking it for good measure and inhaling, causing him to cough slightly from the cool air hitting his lungs.

The night sky was cloudless and clear, he could see the stars that had become so familiar over the past year, but he wanted to see more of them. He began walking towards his destination.

Vicky's POV...

"Ugh... I hate homework..." Vicky looked at her clock. It was just before ten and she had wasted most of the day doing her homework. Normally she didn't care, she'd just have Timmy do it. Much as she hated to admit it, he was pretty smart. But the Turners hadn't called her over to their house, and impromptu visits might arouse suspicion.

Packing her homework away, she changed into a green tank-top and white cotton short shorts then fell into her bed. It was nice and comfy; unlike her desk.

She stretched and relaxed into the warm embrace that her bed provided. This was one of her favorite parts of the day-

Tap

She wasn't lazy, not really. She just enjoyed relaxing after a hard day's work... or after not working at all.

Tap

"I can't believe I kissed him..." Vicky buried her head in her pillow, making a sound as close to a squee as someone like Vicky could manage.

Tap

Not wanting to ignore the incessant tapping any longer, Vicky threw the covers off herself and went over to her window and opened it. "Who's-!"

Vicky looked down at the ground to see Timmy waving up at her. "Uh... Hi?"

Vicky leaned on her windowsill. "What are you doing? It's ten at night!" she whispered down to him.

"I um... you wanna... go somewhere?" Timmy nervously fidgeted as a cool breeze blew by.

"I wanna go to sleep..." Vicky rolled her eyes and pulled her head back in, then got dressed and put a coat on. "God forbid I get any sleep..." outwardly, she was complaining. Inwardly, she was just shy of giddy. Sure, coming to her window and throwing pebbles at it to get her attention was unbelievably cliché, but that didn't mean she didn't like cliché.

Leaving her room and walking past her parents room, not caring if they heard her or not, she descended the stairs and grabbed her keys, exited the front door and locked it, then turned around to come face to face with Timmy. "Ah-mmf!" Vicky was silenced as Timmy placed his hand over her mouth.

"Sh! You trying to wake up the whole neighborhood?!" he took his hand away as he felt Vicky's mouth open to speak.

"Why'd you sneak up on me?!" Vicky shoved him playfully.

"Wasn't trying to... Anyway, you mind driving?" Timmy gestured to Vicky's car.

"Yes." Vicky deadpanned.

"Alright, gimme the keys, I'll drive."

"You don't have a license. And you're fourteen... What's the big idea of coming over here anyway? Keeping our relationship a secret is-"

"Vicky. I know you told Tootie."

"I- that's one person. No big deal." Vicky remarked defiantly.

"Look, can you just do this for me?"

Vicky grumbled something, but got into her car, followed by Timmy. "Where are we going?"

"Dimmsdale overlook. There's something I want to show you up there."

"Are you talking about the place where all the teenagers go to make out? Seriously?"

"Is that what they do up there? Huh... That's not why we're going up there though."

"This better be worth me losing sleep, Twerp."

"I know, how tragic it would be if you didn't get enough sleep for tomorrow, considering it's Saturday." the sarcasm was evident in his voice.

He had a point there. Vicky didn't have anything to do on the weekends except watch Timmy, which she wasn't scheduled to tomorrow anyway.

Vicky responded by covering her mouth and yawning.

They arrived at the overlook to find it mostly deserted, there was only one other car in the clearing, and its occupants were nowhere to be found.

Vicky got out first and walked over to the edge. They were high above the city now, many of the building lights being out due to the late hour. "So, either you're gonna try and seduce me up here, murder me, or...?"

"C'mon Vicky, why would I wanna come up here? Think about it. We're away from all the bright lights of the city and cars... It's nice and dark..."

"You're trying to seduce me?"

"Are you capable of being seduced?" Timmy joked back.

"Not on the first date. Is that what this is? Your idea of a date?"

"Hm... yeah, I guess you could say that." Timmy took a blanket out of the backpack he wore and laid it out on the grass, then sat down and patted the spot next to him and smiled at her.

Vicky rolled her eyes at him and sat down, snuggling a bit closer as another gust blew past them. "I get it now! Your master plan is to get me sick!"

Timmy laughed and rested his head on her shoulder. "It's not a bad plan... it would mean that I'd have to take care of you, thereby giving me an excuse to spend more time with you... But no, I just wanted you to see the stars the way I did a while back... Of course, I was camping then, so there were even more then than there are now..."

"Stars?" Vicky looked at him quizzically.

Timmy nodded toward the sky, drawing Vicky's gaze upward and eliciting a surprised gasp from her.

Back on Timmy's roof, they were able to see a fair amount of stars, maybe a hundred or so, but here, where they were so far from the lights of the city that drowned out the starlight, they could see so many more, easily thousands of little twinkling lights in the sky. Finding any recognizable constellations was now a chore because of how many stars were visible. "It's beautiful..."

"Wow. It sounds odd for her to say it like that..." Vicky being awestruck and using the word 'beautiful' to describe the night sky? Weird."This is what I wanted to show you... you've never had the chance to just look at the stars?"

"No... my life is so busy, who has time to just sit around and look at the sky?"

Timmy felt her lean into him. "Well... aren't you glad you came out here with me then?"

"Yeah... you sure know how to make a girl feel special..." Vicky yawned. "Thanks for showing me this." Vicky leaned in and kissed Timmy on the cheek. "I think I understand what you were saying now, about the stars giving you hope. It's... hard to put it into words..."

"But you somehow feel better about... just life in general after watching them for a little while, right?"

"Hm... yeah, that's a good way to put it." Vicky stood up and stretched. "Well, it's about two A.M. now... I think it'd be best for us to get to bed..."

Timmy stood and gathered up the blanket. "Alright." he followed her to the car and got in.

The drive back to their neighborhood was quiet, likely because Vicky was tired and Timmy simply didn't have anything to say.

Vicky pulled into her driveway and began getting out of the car.

"Wait!"

"Huh?" she sat back down in the driver's seat. "What's up?"

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Hm..." Vicky held her chin in contemplation. "Don't think so..."

"You haven't driven me home?"

"You walked here. I'm not a taxi service." Vicky shrugged and began getting out of the car again.

Timmy quickly followed. "C'mon! I took you out on a semi-romantic date-type thing! You can't give me a ride home?"

"Nope." Vicky opened her front door and stepped inside.

Timmy stood in the driveway, looking at the still ajar front door.

Vicky poked her head out and looked at him. "That's me inviting you in, by the way."

Timmy didn't need to be told twice and followed her in, closing the front door as he did. "You sure it's okay for me to be in here this late? What if your parents-"

"Don't worry about them." Vicky walked up the stairs and out of sight.

Timmy watched where she had disappeared for several seconds, then laid down on the couch and closed his eyes.

"You comin'?"

Timmy's eyes shot open to see Vicky leaning on the stairway railing. "What?"

"You think I'd have you sleep on the couch? What kind of girlfriend would I be if I did that?"

Girlfriend. The word sounded strange when he associated it with Vicky. Even Trixie had never said she was his girlfriend, just that they were dating. It brought a strange, warm feeling to his chest, a feeling he liked.

"Are... you um... inviting me... into your room?"

"Yeah... that seems to be the case..."

"But... isn't that like... indecent? We just started this-"

"Are we really having this conversation?"

"I- ...Good point." Timmy stood up from the couch and ran up the stairs after Vicky.

"Sorry about the mess. I don't bother cleaning very often."

"How bad could it be?"

Vicky opened the door, revealing her room.

The sight before him was shocking, to say the least. Shocking because Timmy expected weapons, torture devices, skulls of fallen innocents... not... a normal teenage girl's room. In fact, Vicky's room was very similar in layout and furniture placement to his own. She had a bigger bed and the walls were a faded pink color, but other than that and the missing fishbowl, Vicky's room was an almost exact copy of Timmy's.

"Mess?"

Vicky gestured over to a knocked over pile of video games and magazines. "I'm lazy."

"There's no mess... not really. Your room is nice! Cleaner than mine..."

"Uh... thanks, I guess?" Vicky took off her coat and tossed it to the floor... followed by the rest of her attire, leaving her in her tank-top and shorts. When she returned her attention to Timmy, she found that he was covering his eyes and blushing red. "I'm not naked you know."

"Well... I was just trying to respect your privacy..." Timmy took his hand away from his eyes and the blush began to slowly fade. "Um... where can I sleep?" he kicked off his shoes and tossed his coat next to hers.

Vicky gestured behind herself to the bed with her thumb. "There's a bed over there."

"...Where are you gonna sleep then?"

Vicky repeated her last gesture and spoke in the exact same tone of voice. "There's a bed over there."

"You want me to sleep in your bed. With you?"

"Are you saying you don't want to sleep in my bed? With me?" she was clearly mocking him now.

"I- uh..."

"Whatever." Vicky crawled into bed and under the covers. "Goodnight!" Vicky turned away from him and toward the wall.

"Um..."

Vicky began lightly snoring.

"Vicky?" Timmy took a few steps closer.

Her breathing remained steady and even.

"Vicky. I know you're pretending to be asleep, no one falls asleep that fast."

She shifted slightly, but didn't say anything.

Timmy stepped even closer so that he was at the edge of her bed. "...Vicky?"

Vicky spun around to face him and looped both arms around him, then yanked him under the covers. "If you're gonna be more spontaneous, you'll have to grow a spine. When I invite you to sleep in my bed next time, I expect you to jump at the offer."

"You- ...you talked to Tootie..."

"Yep. For the record, I did have a nice time. And you sneaking out to come and see me? Very nice. I never knew you had a bad side..."

"Stick around, you'll find I'm full of bad ideas..."

"Alright, cool your jets. I said you could sleep in my bed, I didn't say you could sleep with me like you're thinking..."

"Goodnight Vicky." he snuggled a bit closer to her.

"Goodnight Twe- ...Timmy." she placed a light kiss on his forehead, then let sleep claim her.