CHAPTER THREE: HURTING

Timmy entered his house and saw both of his parents standing there. His dad spoke first.

"Hey, Timmy. We're going to a therapy session with our family therapist that supposed to teach us how to bond with our children better."

"Really," said Timmy, a bit excited.

"And when I say "we", I don't mean you. It's the "No Children Allowed Child Bonding Family Session."

Timmy hung his head a bit. He should have known better; Chester was right, everything was back to normal.

"Oh but don't worry," said Mom, "You get a special session. How to bond with your babysitter while she carries a deadly flamethrower."

Vicky appeared on cue, and picked up Timmy and hugged him tight.

"Great ", thought Timmy, "I get a hug, but not from my dream girl but from my worst nightmare"

The Turners left and the moment they were out of the door, Vicky promptly dropped Timmy on the floor.

"All right, Twerp," said the evil redhead, pulling out her flamethrower, "It's time for therapy."

"AAAAAHHHHH," said Timmy running away and through the house.

************************************************************************************************************************************

Trixie had gotten home and went up to her room immediately. She sat at her vanity and looked down at the table. Then she opened up her drawer and pulled out one of her most treasured possessions. The only photograph she had of Timmy Turner. Her eyes welled up. She really loved that pink hatted boy.

"I just never realized how much until I saw you swallowed up by the Darkness and thought we'd lost you forever," she said to herself.

Trixie touched the picture running her hand over his face and those buck teeth. She hoped he never got braces; she loved his teeth. Something about them made that kiss hotter that they shared before he was sucked up by that vortex.

"I want so badly to be with you, but what would my friends and my family say," said Trixie.

"Say about what, honey," said Mr. Tang who was looking at Trixie with concern in his eyes.

***********************************************************************************************************************************************************************

Thankfully, Vicky did not seem very interested in chasing Timmy very long, so she sent him to bed. Ever though it was only 6:04, she said it wa 9:04 on the east coast. Timmy didn't argue with her. He felt like going up to his room anyway.

Timmy entered his room. Wanda appeared and spoke,

"Hey, sport. Sorry we couldn't go with you to school today. Poof had a cold and you don't want a fairy baby sneezing.

Timmy just nodded. Wanda looked at him with concern.

"Is something wrong, sweetie?" the pink haired fairy asked.

Timmy just flopped down on the bed. Wanda furrowed her face with concern and said,

"It's Trixie, isn't it?"

Timmy nodded and then said,

"Yeah. I guess I was too stubborn to admit it, but everyone was right. I don't have a chance with her. There is no way that she could love a pink hatted, buck toothed, loser like me."

********************************************************************************************************************************************************

Trixie put the photo back in her drawer and faced her father. He was still looking questioningly at his daughter.

"Uhh," said Trixie, "about my video game habit."

Her father smiled and said,

"Honey, that's not that big a deal, I like to play those things myself. It's your mother that doesn't approve of what she calls such "lower class" things." He paused. "But that's not what's really on your mind is it? It's a boy." He smiled. "One who might wear a pink hat?"

************************************************************************************************************************************************************

"You're not a loser, Timmy," said Wanda, "Trixie is actually the loser, because she doesn't realize what a sweet guy you are."

"Sometimes I'm not so sweet," said Timmy glumly, "sometimes I'm a selfish jerk."

"Well," said Wanda, "most of the time you're sweet. As for being a selfish jerk, Cosmo can be one too sometimes but all things considered, both of you are sweetest guys I know."

"Where is Cosmo?," said Timmy.

"He's with Jorgen," said Wanda, "remember we're the only friends he's got, and it's "Male Bonding Day" in Fairy World. And since there's no other male fairy that'll get anywhere near Jorgen, that left Cosmo." She paused, "And oh, before you say anything about Binky, he's being punished for letting Norm get away. He has to spend 4 weeks in the Smoof Vacuum."

Timmy just nodded.

"Honey," said Wanda, "you're still very young..."

"I know," said Timmy interrupting, "I've got plenty of time." He paused. "Sorry."

"It's okay, hun," said Wanda, "there are other girls, though."

Actually there weren't at least none that were interested in him; just Tootie and Veronica. Although he had been treating Tootie a little bit better, he still didn't love her. And Veronica was just a plain nut.

"I know," said Timmy, "I guess I just thought she really loved me because of how she acted towards me when the Darkness came." He smiled. "That kiss was everything I expected it to be." He stopped and added sadly,

"but seeing as she doesn't even remember it, I guess she really doesn't care for me."

****************************************************************************************************************************************************************

Trixe looked at her father shocked. How did he know?

"I see by the way you're looking at me, you know what I'm talking about and you're wondering how do I know?" He paused and smiled "Your my daughter, my little girl, I can tell."

"But, I thought you wouldn't approve of Timmy," said Trixie.

"Why would I not approve?," said Mr. Tang, "if you care about him, give him a chance."

"Even if he's not of our class?," said Trixie.

Mr. Tang grimaced and said,

"Sweetie, your mom is the one hung up on the class thing." He paused. "Don't get me wrong, I love your mother, but that is one of the areas we don't see eye to eye on." He paused. "You know I"ve always been a bit unconventional myself."

"I know, Dad," said Trixie, "but you're not the only Tang who might not approve."

"Yes," said Mr. Tang, "but my father and my older brother are not raising you; I am."

Trixie was so relieved. She actually had her father's, if not blessing, at least his permission to explore the relationship with Timmy. She went up to her dad and hugged him.

"I shouldn't have doubted you, Dad. I just didn't know what to make of that standing order concerning Timmy."

Mr. Tang pulled out of the hug, looked at his daughter in confusion and asked,

"What standing order?"

"The one to keep Timmy away from me; it even specified that he was to be thrown into the garbage can if he were to approach me."

"Honey," said Mr. Tang, "I never ordered such a thing."

"But Sullivan said it was an order signed from you," he said.

Mr. Tang looked a bit confused and then looked like he had an epiphany. He stated grimly,

"What did your bodyguard say exactly?"

"He said Mr. Tang ordered it," she said.

"Mr. Tang," said Trixie's dad very knowingly, "my father."