A/N: So... How's everyone doing? I uh... May have mislead you all, just a bit. See, you're all expecting stuff(and people) to get... Well, wet. Sorry, but that ain't happening this chapter... Hey! No! Put down your torches and pitchforks! I mean it! You drive me outta here or kill me, y'all definitely aren't getting the pool chapter. Anyway, it will most certainly be the next chapter, I promise, but I wanted to put a few ideas in the characters' heads, so I wrote this out. Um... Enjoy?
Timmy glanced down at the paper his burger had once been wrapped in. The burger itself, along with much of his lunch, was now gone, the only things left being a couple of stray fries, a smear of ketchup, and his drink, which probably amounted to another sip or two. The same could be said for Vicki's lunch, and even Tootie's! After finally releasing the red-head from her hug/one-sided tickle fight, the younger girl had apparently forgotten all about her distaste for the Nasty Burger name, and dug into her lunch with all the fervor of someone who'd been complaining about how hungry they were.
Unfortunately, the trio's lunch had been(and still was) pervaded by a rather pregnant and tense silence, one that irked the young brunet to no end, yet seemed to go relatively unnoticed by the girl sitting across from him.
The uncomfortable silence seemed to have been caused by Tootie in the first place, or rather, the aforementioned hug/one-sided tickle fight. The teen was almost positive that his friend was trying to put on some kind of show, though whether the goal had been to playfully shame her sister, or tease him with certain... naughty imaginings, he wasn't sure.
What Timmy Turner was sure of, was that Vicki was in a very foul mood; or she seemed to be, anyway, as she'd barely even looked at Tootie since she was released from the hug, she'd even opted to get out of her chair and sit next to him, rather than her own sister!
Seeing the girl across from him take out her phone and begin texting someone again, Timmy chanced a quick look at the red-head, noticing her arms, crossed in annoyance, and her head, turned away from their table and far to her left, apparently staring at the drink fountain. Leaning forward, the male teen also took notice of a barely-there blush on his ex-babysitter's cheeks, and from what little he could see of her face, she didn't appear to be angry, though she was definitely frowning. "Vicki-"
"Anybody thirsty?" Tootie suddenly interrupted, grabbing her empty cup. "I'mma get a refill and throw out my trash. Timmy? Sis? Want me to-"
"I'll take care of it, Tootie." Vicki spoke up, a mildly annoyed tone evident in her voice, though her gaze remained fixed on the drink machine.
"Jeez, somebody's feeling like a Grumpypants..." The raven-haired girl pouted at her sister's response, then turned back toward the brunet. "Timmy, want me to toss your trash and grab you a refill?"
"Hm?" His attention having been so focused on the red-head, Timmy barely noticed his friend was speaking to him until he noticed her grabbing his cup out of the corner of his eye. "Oh, um... Yeah. Thanks, Toots." The teen waited until the girl made her way over to the drink fountain and hopefully out of earshot before speaking up again. "Vicki? Are... You alright? You've been kinda quiet since... Uh..."
"Mind your own business, Twerp." The red-head growled out venomously, her tone ominous and threatening enough to make Timmy flinch.
"Um... O-Okay..." Figuring that the girl was indeed pissed about what had happened, the brunet turned his body away from her, opting instead to focus on the empty seat across from him, though after a few seconds, his focus was once more drawn to his ex-babysitter, this time by a weary-sounding sigh.
"Shit... I'm doing it again..." Vicki mumbled as she finally turned in her seat, casting her gaze away from the drink machine(and by extension, Tootie), and instead chose a position that mirrored Timmy's: staring straight ahead at the empty seat across from her. "Sorry... And... I really mean that, just so we're clear... I'm not mad at you... Seems I still have some growing up to do, if blaming you is my emotional default with every little problem I have..." The red-head leaned forward a little, propping her head up in her hand as her elbow came to rest on the table. "Hell, I don't even know if I'm angry in the first place..."
Timmy couldn't help but chuckle at his ex-babysitter's confusion. "Wow, that must be tough."
"The Hell's so funny?" Vicki narrowed her eyes at the teen sitting next to her.
"The fact that you, of all people, aren't sure if you're angry or not." Timmy covered his mouth as his giggling increased, earning him a glare from the red-head.
However, she soon found that it was remarkably difficult to maintain such a threatening look amid the sixteen year old's giggling, and laughed somewhat lightly herself. She came to the realization that, for someone like her, who'd always been so angry in her youth; at times being ready to rip someone's head off at the drop of a hat, it was fairly comical for her to question if she was angry or not. Uncertainty did not become Victoria Valentine, not in her eyes, anyway. "You're still such a Twerp... Even if you are right..."
Timmy looked past the red-head, watching her younger sister repeatedly mash her finger on the soda fountain's touch screen. "So... Wanna tell me what's bothering you before Tootie comes back?"
"Enh..." Vicki released a moan that might be considered as sounding pained as she glanced at her raven-haired sister. "Do I really have to explain it to you?" She turned back to Timmy, focusing her pink eyes on his blue ones.
"What? The hug?" He couldn't help but chuckle again. What possible reason could Vicki have for being so uncomfortable with a hug? Was she so starved for affection that such an act was alien to her? Did she perhaps dislike being touched? ...No, she never had a problem touching him, and he'd even placed his hand on her shoulder in a reassuring manner earlier that day... Was it the tickling? She had laughed and giggled cutely during the hug, and everyone in Nasty Burger(amounting to our trio and the establishment's employees) had surely heard her, but no one was teasing her for it... So what could it be?
After a few more seconds of thinking, and coming up with nothing, Timmy decided it was probably just easier to ask what the issue was. Except-
"Don't give me that crap, you know what I'm talking about." Except Vicki was all too happy to interrupt him as she lowered her tone to a whisper, thankful that Timmy was as close as he was, and that her sister was apparently technologically challenged when it came to soda fountains. "I may have been focused on the fact that my sister was sexually assaulting me, but that doesn't mean I didn't notice how entranced you were by it!"
The teen watched his ex-babysitter's face slowly go from a light shade of pink to a much more obvious scarlet color as she finished. "So that's what's bothering her..." "Um... Sexually assaulted? Vicki, a lot of people do what Tootie did, it's called a hug-"
"No. Nuh-uh. You shut your face right now!" Vicki's whispered out harshly, her previously annoyed look turning into something more akin to a murderous glare, like the one she'd given Chip. "That... That was not a hug. I've gotten hugs before-" She paused as a look of clear disbelief came over the brunet's face. "D-Don't give me that look! I have! My... Mom has hugged me... And Tootie too! Hell, you even hugged me when we thought we were gonna freeze to death!" Unfortunately, it was only after the words slipped past her lips that Vicki had the presence of mind to slap her hands over her mouth, realizing she'd just brought up the incident that her and Timmy had agreed to never speak of again.
And upon hearing the girl bring up the nearly forgotten incident, Timmy's face turned a shade of red that nearly matched hers. "Th-that was different! I-I thought... I thought we were gonna die! It... It only made sense for us to..." The teen's voice trailed off, unable to finish his sentence. With the way things were going with him and Tootie, the chances of him ever getting that close to Vicki again were becoming smaller and smaller.
The red-head, noticing the uncertainty in Timmy's body language, and the way he'd simply stopped talking, released a huff through her nose. "...Who am I kidding? I was just as scared that I'd die too. Certainly wasn't you that tackled me to the ground..."
To be fair, she hadn't necessarily tackled him to the ground, though she'd definitely tackled him, and wrapped her arms and legs around him... Timmy felt a wave of heat wash over him as he realized just how intimate such a position would be now. "...Maybe we should just agree that it was a desperate situation, and those kinds of situations tend to require desperate measures to get out of."
"R-right." Vicki nodded in quick agreement with Timmy. Anything that happened between them in the past was supposed to be buried and forgotten. They'd both agreed to try and turn a new page in regards to their relationship, give friendship a chance... "T-that doesn't mean you're off the hook! What Tootie did was not a hug! ...Not the kind a girl gives to her sister, anyway... And! And all you did was watch with a glazed-over look in your eyes!"
"...Ever think maybe you're just taking Tootie's affectionate nature at more than just face value?" The brunet quirked an eyebrow up at the red-head. Yes, Tootie had hugged her, which quickly turned to tickling, thanks to the raven-haired girl's pigtails, and yes, Tootie had given him a not-so-subtle wink as she hugged Vicki, but all of that fell pretty much in line with her mannerisms. It certainly couldn't be considered sexual assault, like Vicki was suggesting...
"Y'ever think you're a Twerp who's turned on by the idea of your girlfriend motorboating her older sister's boobs?" The older girl shot back without missing a beat, her previous annoyed glare returning to her face, though the murderous aspects of it were now thankfully absent.
"Okay, now I'm positive you're exaggerating. 'Motorboating'? Tootie was not motorboating your... Uh..." The teen's gaze dropped south, falling on the two mounds of flesh that had been many a hero's downfall.
"Boobs, Timmy. These are called boobs." Vicki brought her hands in front of her chest, allowing them to hover just under the bottom of her green bikini. "And while I understand that they're very interesting. I once again feel the need to tell you that I need you to focus. ...On not my boobs!" Another harsh whisper, this one being just forceful enough to make the brunet refocus his attention on the girl's face.
"Sorry, I- ...Why couldn't you just wear a shirt?!" The teen honestly couldn't believe he was complaining about Vicki, the girl he was crushing on, not wearing a shirt. Most guys would be ecstatic if the girl they liked chose to walk around in a bikini all day, but now she was using his hormones against him, and that just wasn't fair.
"Cuz it's a free country, I'll wear whatever the Hell I want. Not to mention, I wasn't planning on getting lunch when I took my shower this morning, the only definite for me was going over to your house to jump in the pool, and you know what I don't need to go swimming in your pool?" Vicki, now coming to the definite conclusion that she had an entirely new way to tease and torture her Twerp, crossed her arms under her chest and looked at the boy expectantly.
"I... Guess you wouldn't need a shirt..." Timmy admitted with a sigh of defeat.
"Exactly. So riddle me this, then. Do you know what's going on with Tootie's head? Cuz I certainly fuckin' don't." Vicki shrugged, shaking her head back and forth. "I'll admit, maybe, maybe I exaggerated a little just now, maybe Tootie wasn't motorboating my boobs-"
"Can we please stop using that term?!" The brunet interrupted, his voice raising a few octaves.
"What? Motor-"
"Yes! That term!" Timmy's blush continued to decorate his face, eliciting a chuckle from the red-head in front of him.
"Right... Forgot how much of a prude you are... Fine, Tootie wasn't doing that, necessarily, but she did have her head between my boobs, with her cheek pressed against my chest! That is not a sisterly hug. And what's worse is that I- I..." Vicki paused, feeling no small amount of heat rush to her cheeks.
"You...? What?" The teen moved a bit closer, thinking that was what his ex-babysitter wanted, so she could whisper something to him.
Vicki realized, much to her chagrin, that while the odd hug her sister had given her had certainly surprised her, and made her giggle like a giddy little schoolgirl from being tickled, she wasn't embarrassed because she'd giggled in such a way in public, nor was it the action of being hugged that bothered her.
No, what truly embarrassed the normally unflinching and confident red-head was the fact that she enjoyed the hug. Maybe it was due to her being a stranger to affectionate gestures, but physical contact with Tootie had brought a certain... Tingly feeling to Vicki. Specifically the area of her chest that her sister had nuzzled her cheek against. Even now, the space between her breasts felt the slightest bit warmer than the rest of her. It wasn't a bad feeling, yet neither was it good. Just... Odd.
But this was something she definitely couldn't tell Timmy about! Sure, you were supposed to enjoy hugs, but get tingly from them?! Especially when it was from your little sister?! No, definitely not.
"Hello~? Vicki? You're doing that thing that I'm always doing..." Timmy snapped his fingers in front of Vicki's face a few times, trying to get her to come back to reality.
Which seemed to work, as the older girl eventually focused her eyes on Timmy's hand, then shook her head a few times before pinching the bridge of her nose. "I must be losing it if I'm drifting off into La La Land like you always are..."
"You must have a lot on your mind." The teen offered in a helpful tone. "You know... Since we're trying to be friends... You could try talking to me about it...?" Timmy frowned as he struggled to find the best way to explain that he was 'there' for the red-head. As a friend, of course, but at this point, there was no denying that he had feelings for both Tootie and her older sister, and dammit he wanted Vicki to know that he liked her!
The brunet sighed, figuring he might as well just tell her and keep his promise from this morning. "Vicki... Um... You mind if I... Tell you something? I've... kinda wanted to get it off my chest for a while now, and it has to do with... Why I was over your house so early today..."
Upon hearing her Twerp's stuttering request, Vicki couldn't help but laugh a little. She had to admit, it was kind of cute to see this boy; the kid she'd easily spent the most time around back when she still babysat full-time, all grown up, yet still stumbling over his words like an awkward ten year old. "Well... You put up with me for all those years that I babysat you, so I guess I can hear you out, long as you know that I'm gonna expect quite a lot in return... So, what's up?"
"Remember how we made a deal, and I said I'd tell you who the... Um... Other girl I liked was?" The teen scratched at his nose with his index finger, and quickly grimaced at his own nervous habit.
"Yup, that was the arrangement." Vicki confirmed his question, though she was somewhat confused. Where was he going with this?
"Well... This other girl... She's-"
"I'm back!" Tootie suddenly plopped back down in her seat across from Timmy, sliding his now refilled drink over to him. "Miss me?"
"Son of a-..." Timmy facepalmed at his best friend's impeccably poor timing.
"Not especially." Vicki responded, her tone of voice somewhat warmer than it had been when the raven-haired girl asked her if she wanted her drink refilled.
"Well I know that's a lie." Tootie laughed, evidently still unaware of the more than obvious tension between herself and her older sister. "Timmy, you missed me, right?" The raven-haired girl fluttered her eyelashes at her crush, knowing how easily she could fluster her friend now that he'd confirmed that he liked her. ...Sort of.
"Well..." The brunet rubbed at his chin, pretending to consider whether or not he really did miss the girl. "Maybe a little..." Timmy shot Tootie a coy smirk as he finished.
"Really now? Just a little...?" The bespectacled girl leaned forward as she spoke in a somewhat sultry tone, intending to distract the brunet's attention away from the fact that she had slipped her foot out of her sandal, and was slowly reaching it under the table, toward Timmy's leg.
"To be fair, Toots, you were only gone for a couple minutes, and you were right over the-!" Timmy jumped in his seat as he felt a very foot-like object slide over his knee, then continue on to his thigh, lightly rubbing itself against it.
Unsurprisingly, this little jump did not go unnoticed by the red-head who shared the table with the two teens. "You alright? Ya kinda jumped a little... there...?" Vicki looked back and forth between her younger sister, who was smiling deviously, and Timmy, who bore a pained-looking expression on his now red face. "Tootie... What are you...?" Scooting her chair back, Vicki looked under the table to find her sister's leg extended over to Timmy's side, her foot stroking the teen's inner thigh. "Seriously?" Vicki looked at Tootie with a surprised expression, almost unable to believe how perverted her little sister could be... And yet, the proof was right in front of her. Knowing(and for the moment, not caring) that she'd probably draw a fair bit of attention to herself, Vicki snatched Tootie's ankle with her right hand and shoved her foot away from Timmy. "Y'know Toots, I'm starting to understand why Timmy was so afraid of you back in the day..." The red-head turned her attention to the brunet, who had by now closed his legs. "She always been like this around you?"
"Er... Not quite this forward with... Things... But... She's your sister, you know how affectionate she can get..." Timmy's eyes darted around the room, trying to find anything, or anyone to look at besides Vicki or Tootie.
"C'mon Timmy... Don't pretend you weren't enjoying yourself..." The raven-haired girl shot Timmy another wink as his eyes briefly fell upon her again.
"Jeez Tootie, the Hell's making you so horny lately? That little episode in the kitchen this morning, and now this?" Vicki spoke in a chastising manner, though she was far from serious. "Have some patience and at least wait until we get back to his house!"
Timmy, legs still closed and hands on his lap, narrowed his eyes at the girl next to him. "You're not helping..." Not only was Tootie doing her damnedest to get really friendly with certain parts of his anatomy, but Vicki was actually encouraging her to do so! He was nearly tempted to blurt out that she was the other girl he liked, but wisely chose to hold his tongue. The teen had a sneaking suspicion about what would happen to him if he confessed his feelings for the red-head in the middle of Nasty Burger, and he wasn't quite insane enough to attempt suicide by Vicki.
"I suppose that depends on what you think qualifies as 'help'." Vicki shrugged. "You should be ecstatic, considering if you were any other guy, and dating my sister, I'd have probably killed you by now, overprotective of Tootie as I tend to be."
"But we're not even-! Ugh..." Timmy groaned, knowing by now that he was wasting his time denying that he and Tootie were in a relationship. Vicki was dead-set in her belief that they were, and honestly? He'd given it a bit of thought himself, and found that he was steadily becoming receptive to the idea. If you were going to date someone, the most logical choice would be the girl that actually likes you, right? The girl that you've known for most of your life, that you know you can trust with just about anything...
Yet that still left him with a significant problem. There was simply no denying that he liked Vicki too. The draw he felt towards the woman had not subsided in the least, but he was starting to feel a similar draw to Tootie as well. And while he'd certainly done his fair share of... Morally questionable things as a dimension-hopping ten year old with fairy godparents, he couldn't... He wouldn't do something as low as date both sisters behind their backs. "So then where does that leave me?!"
Tootie and Vicki both stared at their male companion, watching him as he squeezed his eyes shut and drifted off into his own thoughts again. "So how long ya think he's gonna be gone for?" Vicki looked across the table at Tootie, who bore a mildly worried expression on her face.
"Dunno." The raven-haired girl sighed out as she ran her fingers through her hair, scratching her scalp in irritation, more at herself than at Timmy. "I'm... Probably not making this easy on him. Until today, he really thought that all those times I randomly touched him, bumped into him, hugged him... He seriously thought it was playful 'just friends' stuff. Can you believe that?"
Vicki glanced at Timmy, then looked back over at her sister, raising an eyebrow as if to say: 'Really?'
"Okay yeah, he can be pretty naïve at times, I'll give you that one... And I guess... He's trying to figure out which of us he likes more..." Tootie fiddled with her straw before taking a sip from her drink.
"Us? She can't mean... Me and her... Right?" The red-head shot another quick glance at Timmy before closing her eyes and scoffing quietly. "No, no way... So then...?" "Wait. You know about this other girl he likes?"
"Hm? Of course I do, she's-" Tootie's eyes widened in shock as she stopped herself at the last second. "Oh yeah, Tootie! That'd be real good! Just tell Vicki that your crush has a crush on her!" "I-I mean... Yeah... She- Um... I don't know her all that well, but... I don't think she even knows he likes her..."
"Well... That's good, right?"
"It... It is?" Tootie looked at her sister in confusion.
"Yeah! Timmy hasn't been pushing you away recently, and he's told me himself that he thinks he might like you, so that gives you an advantage against this girl! Especially since she doesn't even know he exists!" Vicki smirked proudly at her herself for her own deductive skills, and the fact that she was now positive that Tootie had a real shot with this boy she'd been crushing on for over half her life.
"I... I dunno, Vicki. Maybe you're right, maybe I am trying to move this too fast..." Tootie remarked sadly as she looked over at Timmy again, seeing that he was still fairly deep in thought.
"Hm... Well..." It was the older Valentine's turn to think now, as she raised her hand up to her chin and tapped a finger against her it. "Then maybe I'm the one in the wrong here..."
"...If only I had a tape recorder..." The raven-haired girl deadpanned at her sister.
"Yeah yeah, a rare moment where I admit to being wrong, bite me." Vicki rolled her eyes. "But seriously-" She gave Timmy another sidelong glance, finding that he was still completely oblivious to their conversation. "-If it means beating this girl for Timmy's heart, why not do it? You've got him all to yourself for today and tomorrow... So now's your chance to seal the deal!" Vicki couldn't help but feel somewhat giddy at the idea of helping her little sister finally get her hands on the Twerp. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying you two should sneak up to his room and..." The red-head winked at Tootie, making a light pink blush bloom across her cheeks at the more than obvious implication. "But hey, it's not my job to babysit either of you anymore..."
"So... you're basically telling me you'll turn a blind eye to anything that might happen at Timmy's house?" Tootie inquisitively quirked an eyebrow up at Vicki. She was, truthfully, caught off guard by how well things seemed to be going. Under more normal(and less serious) circumstances, she might think that this was some devious plot by her older sister to make both her and Timmy look like idiots... But Vicki didn't mess around when it came to serious issues like this...
"Put it this way, long as I don't have to help cover up a murder, or deal with a munchkin running around in nine months... Do as you like. Live a little." The red-head gave a final shrug as she finished. "I certainly would, were the roles reversed." With that said, Vicki turned her attention to Timmy and jabbed his shoulder with her elbow, startling him from his thoughts, and earning her a quizzical stare from the teen. "Riveting as it is to watch you sit and think about the best way to propose to my sister, I'm afraid the pool is calling, so how 'bout we head out?"
"Oh! Yeah... Um... Right, we should- We should probably get going..." Timmy scratched at his nose, that annoying nervous habit rearing its head again. It seemed he'd drifted away into his own head again, and missed out on a fairly important conversation between Tootie and Vicki, as he was quick to notice that the once-palpable tension between them had dissipated. It wasn't that he hadn't heard them talking, but he most certainly hadn't listened. "Is... Are you two... Cool?"
"Hm? Yeah, we're good. Right, Toots?"
"I don't see why we wouldn't be." Tootie shrugged, secretly happy that Vicki wasn't the type to hold grudges... Against her, anyway.
"Guess it might seem a little odd to you, since you've never had any siblings, but it's hard to stay mad at your little sister... Or maybe it's just hard to stay mad at Tootie." Vicki gathered up her trash as she stood up, and was soon followed by Tootie, and at last, Timmy.
As he stood up from his seat and grabbed his drink, he watched the two sisters make their way toward the exit of the restaurant, the playful banter they normally shared between them restored as if there had never been any animosity in the first place.
Timmy followed after the both of them out of Nasty Burger, and he couldn't help but wonder who was playing who at this point. Was Tootie purposefully messing with both him and Vicki? Was Vicki simply pretending to be angry about the way Tootie hugged her? Were they both in on some plan that he wasn't even remotely aware of?
The teen sighed, knowing that, without asking the questions in the first place, he'd get no answers, yet what could he possibly ask? "Hey, not to sound like a huge perv, but you two think we could head up to my room and-" Timmy mentally closed a door on that train of thought. He had enough of a problem trying to figure out which of the two sisters he actually liked without thoughts of Tootie and Vicki- "No, no stop that right now!" He rapidly shook his head back and forth to rid himself of the dirty thoughts, though he somehow knew it would be little more than a temporary fix.
"You got a bee flying around you or something?" Tootie called from the front passenger seat of his car, evidently the girl had called shotgun before Vicki this time... Or maybe the two had agreed to switch amicably. Either way, he was keeping them waiting.
"So impatient." The brunet teased as he walked over to his car and got in. "You really need to keep your shirt on, doubly so because Vicki decided not to wear one."
"Aw, give Tootie a break, Timmy. She really wants to get wet today... Suppose she might wanna go for a swim in the pool too."
"Now who's the perv...?" Timmy thought as he looked over his shoulder and into the backseat at the red-head, not quite believing the words that he'd just heard had come out of her mouth, yet all he was met with was one of the innocent smiles she usually reserved for deceiving the parents of the kids she babysat. "That doesn't work on me, Vicki... What are you planning?" The teen spoke in a tone befitting how he now felt: Worried.
"Who? Me?" Vicki asked in an innocent tone, hardly befitting her earlier remark. "Hey, I'm just the third wheel here. No plans, no tricks. I just wanna come over and cool off at your house for a few hours, cross my heart and hope to... Heh... Well..."
"Mm-hm." Timmy shot the girl a flat look. That innocent bullcrap may work on just about any adult in Dimmsdale, but anyone who'd had the red-head as a babysitter knew that her perfect little angel voice was the calm before the shitstorm.
"Quit your humming and let's get going already!" Vicki playfully shouted as she patted the brunet's shoulder, making him jump in his seat a little. "I was promised lunch and a swim in the pool. All you've delivered on so far is lunch!"
"A lunch that was free because someone decided to scare the Hell out of our good friend Chip." Tootie spoke in a deadpan tone as she buckled her seatbelt.
"...It worked, didn't it? 'Sides, what kinda guy stalls this much when he's pretty much guaranteed to see two girls in their bikinis-"
Timmy hesitantly raised his hand in the air, playing along with Vicki's teasing.
"And has a pretty good shot at making out with one of those girls? ...I'm talking about this one." The red-head reached over and placed the palm of her hand on top of Tootie's head, then shook her sister's head a little before having her hand swatted away. "Just so we're clear." Seeing her chance to take her teasing a little further, Vicki's left hand came to rest on Timmy's shoulder, then used the boy as leverage to pull herself forward, stopping her lips mere centimeters from his ear. "Although... I might be inclined to give my Twerp a kiss on the cheek if he's quick about getting us back to his house... Eh?" The red-head heard a quiet little giggle from her right, so apparently Tootie had not only heard her, but wasn't all that perturbed by her flirtatious remark... Or maybe her little sister just knew that she was simply teasing the Twerp.
Timmy; meanwhile, felt a shiver race up and down his spine. Teasing or not, Vicki's closeness and warm breath on his ear and neck was a serious turn-on for the brunet, who quickly(and shakily) jammed his key into the station wagon's ignition and roughly shifted the car into reverse, backing out of the parking lot of Nasty Burger before shifting back to drive and leaving the restaurant in his car's dust.
"Heehee!" It was Vicki's turn to giggle as she leaned back into her seat. "Someone's excited!"