The old station wagon at long last pulled into the driveway of the Turner household, eliciting a weary sigh of relief from the driver of said vehicle, though it was safe to say that more stress was certainly on the way for the teenaged brunet, as his two female companions quickly shoved the passenger doors of the car open and practically leapt out of it. Both girls stretched their arms and legs out as soon as their feet hit the grass, clear relief at being out of the car etched on their faces.
"Augh... It's so stuffy in there! Should've known the air conditioner of an old dinosaur like this-" Vicki knocked her fist on the car's roof. "Wouldn't work that great..." Upon finishing, she stretched her arms up over her head, making her bones quietly pop.
Timmy opened his own door and got out of his car, giving Vicki's door a quick nudge with his hip to shut it, then turned his attention to the girl in question, intending to explain to her that air compressors were hard to come by for a car that was as old as his was... Except he was caught off guard by the red-head's chosen attire... Or again, lack thereof.
The way she was currently stretching caused the waist of her bikini bottom to peek out over the top of the black shorts she wore. As he expected, it matched the top she wore, being a bright, lime-green color. It took him a second to realize he was not only staring at the girl in front of him, he was glaring at her, or rather, the black jean-shorts that obstructed his view of the rest of Vicki's swimsuit. And a quick study of the heavily worn and somewhat tattered shorts revealed that, at some point, the button above the zipper had come undone, showing off just a little bit more of her swimsuit.
"No snappy comeback, Twerp?" Vicki opened her eyes as she let her arms drop back down to her sides, her gaze falling on Timmy, and the fact that he seemed to be staring at... Her belly? "No, a bit lower..." Vicki turned her gaze down at herself, noticing the undone button of her shorts, at which point she looked back at him with a smirk. "Oh... I see... You're checking me out again!" Her smirk grew a bit wider as the teen confirmed her suspicion with a blush, his eyes quickly shooting up to meet hers.
"Can you really blame him?" Tootie asked from the other side of the car. "It's not like it's a secret that you're hot... Though you still feel the need to remind us every chance you get, anyway..."
"Wha- No! I wasn't-!" Timmy looked back and forth between Tootie and her older sister, trying to think up a good excuse to defend his actions. "I was just-" "Dammit me! Why can't you stop getting us into these situations?!"
"I mean..." Tootie began as she made her way around Timmy's car and over to her sister and the aforementioned brunet. "I'm pretty sure I'd be getting a few stares myself if I took my shirt off..."
Vicki grinned slyly, under the assumption that she knew what Tootie was planning, though she kept her eyes focused on the boy in front of her. "Now that's an interesting theory, Sis. Would you care to test it?"
It was Tootie's turn to grin as she sidled up next to Timmy and boldly looped her arms around his waist, then let her head come to rest on her friend's shoulder. "Maybe... But I think I'd like to get Timmy's opinion on this one..." Her voice was low in his ear, just barely above a whisper, yet still loud enough to ensure that her sister heard her too.
Though he was being held in place by his best friend in a very intimate manner, Timmy found that he was... Oddly relaxed. Yes, his heart was beating a mile a minute, and Tootie would have to be the most oblivious person in the world to not notice it, but this hug was more along the lines of the kind he liked. It wasn't suffocating, or so tight that he'd be completely unable to free himself if he needed to, nor was it the kind of hug that people who were 'just friends' shared. It was just... Nice.
And the enjoyable feeling he got from the hug only served to further confuse the teen, as it was immensely tempting to return the hug and... Do other things to the girl... Things that should most certainly be done in private, and not on his front lawn. Which made him wonder, was this feeling just his hormones talking? Tootie was, without a doubt, cute; and while it was true that she'd been just shy of throwing herself at him all day, that was just... Just Tootie. After knowing her for so long, he'd be more surprised; and downright worried, if she wasn't clingy.
Yet... That wasn't what he wanted... Well, no. He definitely wanted Tootie like that. The somewhat short girl had quickly figured out just how to press every one of his buttons, and it was starting to take more and more restraint on Timmy's part to not end up right back in the same situation he'd found himself in back at the Valentine household... Yet now they were here, at his house, and Vicki hadn't said so much as a word of complaint concerning their actions...
"Does that mean she's in on it too? Could that have been the conversation I missed?" Again, the brunet found himself lost in his thoughts. He could ask, find out that his assumption wasn't the case at all, and make both girls hate him... Or make the red-head hate him, at the very least. Not even taking into account his feelings for Vicki, there wasn't any safe way to ask her if she was... Okay with he and Tootie going up to his room and... "No way! Ask her if we can screw?! Who asks permission to-" Timmy realized he was seconds away from mentally shoving his own foot into his mouth and shook his head. This whole situation had started because he thought it was a good idea to ask Tootie and Vicki's father for permission to date the red-head!
"Y'know..." Tootie spoke up as she leaned back slightly, putting a bit of distance between herself and the brunet she clung to so that he didn't bump her with his rather animated head shaking. As she did, the raven-haired girl turned toward Vicki, narrowing her eyes at her older sister. "I distinctly remember a certain promise of a kiss on the cheek if Timmy got us here quick enough... Sound familiar, Sis?"
Vicki's eyes widened slightly at this, shocked that her sister both remembered her mildly suggestive remark, and simply by what exactly Tootie was suggesting in the first place. "I... I didn't promise a damn thing!" Her cheeks pinkened in embarrassment, as even she had forgotten saying the off-handed remark. "A-And we didn't shake on it... Or... Or even agree on how quickly the Twerp had to get us here in the first place! I- I was just joking around anyway! Why would I kiss Timmy?!"
"I dunno." Tootie shrugged, arms still coiled around Timmy's abdomen. "Because he's cute?"
"So what if he is?! I don't see what that has to do with the fact that I never even said the word promise!" Vicki's face rapidly changed from her regular skin tone to one that was decidedly closer to beet-red.
"No~" Tootie drawled out in an overly sweet tone. "But you did just agree with me when I said Timmy was cute."
"I thought we came here to cool off in the pool...?" The brunet-haired topic of conversation very nearly whined out at Tootie, before the gears in his head began to turn. "Wait... You think I'm... Cute?" Timmy raised an eyebrow at Vicki curiously.
"I-... Hmph!" The red-head, feeling the warmth in her cheeks, crossed her arms over her chest in a rather dramatic fashion and looked away from the two teens in front of her. "You... Have your moments... Very, very rare moments..."
"Well... It's something." The teen frowned as he felt the strength of Tootie's grip increase minutely, making him look back at the raven-haired girl.
"Y'know, Sis... He's not the only one..." Seeing her opportunity, Tootie decided to press her luck as Timmy turned to face her, and rubbed her nose back and forth against his.
"Ugh... Yeah Tootie, we get it. You're cute too..." The red-head, thoroughly disgusted with the levels of sweetness in the Turners' front yard, made her way toward the front door of the house, quietly muttering under her breath. "Gonna get Diabetes if I stay out here much longer..."
Timmy watched as his ex-babysitter unlocked the front door with the spare key his parents had given her and let herself into his house, leaving him alone in the front yard with the younger of the Valentine sisters.
Tootie released something akin to a sigh, though there was a certain upbeat aspect to it, making it sound content. "She can be so dense sometimes... I wasn't talking about me being cute..."
"I didn't see anyone else here, so either you were reinforcing her statement that I'm cute, or you-..." The male teen trailed off again, his mind once again clouding itself with... Certain thoughts. "No, idiot. This is why Vicki will always think you're a Twerp, because you always think like a moronic, male fantasy-driven teenager..." Yet Timmy couldn't help but take a look at his surroundings. Who else could Tootie have been talking about? Was Chester around? AJ? Did she have a mouse in her pocket? "Tootie... Who- ...Who were you calling... Cute...?"
The girl Timmy knew as his best friend grinned again, this time simply because she absolutely loved to tease this boy she was crushing on. "I'll tell you... If you can beat me."
"Huh-?" The brunet was cut off as Tootie leaned in, placing a feather-light kiss on the tip of his nose.
"Race you to the pool!" The girl exclaimed giddily as she released Timmy and pushed him away in one swift motion, making him stumble backward and fall onto the grass, landing on his back.
The buck-toothed teen, momentarily caught off guard by how easily Tootie had tricked him and pushed him to the ground, paused to stare up at the sky. There wasn't a cloud in sight, and were it not for the nearly blistering humidity, one might even consider it a beautiful day in Dimmsdale...
"You're not dead, are you?" The face of the very girl that had pushed him to the ground came into view, her lips curled up into a somewhat sultry smile. God did she know how to push his buttons! "...Or maybe... I just like her..." "Y'know something, Toots?"
"Hm?" The bespectacled girl bent over a little more, bringing her face closer to Timmy's, and making her glasses slide down the bridge of her nose, coming to a stop at the tip of it just before they fell off completely.
"You should be running..." Timmy grinned evilly as he sat up nearly instantly, causing Tootie to yelp and stumble back, then land on the grass butt-first. Without missing a beat, the brunet launched himself toward the girl, arms spread wide with the intent of capturing her.
Unfortunately, he hadn't taken into account the fact that, since she was smaller than him(if only a little), she was more nimble than he was. By the time he'd jumped and spread his arms, Tootie had already scrambled backward and to her feet, giggling all the while.
And with no target, the brunet found himself landing face-first in the grass, with no captured best friend to show for his valiant efforts.
"Hey!" Tootie called out amidst a fit of giggles as she halted her retreat and stopped to lean against the frame of the front door of Timmy's house. "I said a race, not tag!"
"Ptah!" Timmy lifted his head up and spat out several blades of grass, then shot Tootie a flat-yet-mildly-annoyed look. "All these years of chasing me, and I'm finally the one chasing you... You're really gonna choose now to play hard to get?!"
"Someone doesn't like getting a taste of his own medicine..." Tootie replied in a mocking tone as she stuck out her now quivering lower lip. "Besides-" The sultry smile from before quickly replaced her faked frown. "Unlike back when we were ten, I actually want you to catch me...!" As if to twist the knife and further emphasize her point, Tootie turned her body sideways, her gaze still focused on Timmy, and let her forearms rest against the door frame as she bent over until her head and rear-end were about level with each other, putting her in a very provocative position. "You catch me, and maybe you'll get to see me like this without all this silly clothing in the way..."
There was something about her pose, and the words that accompanied it, that left Timmy completely speechless. He could do nothing but stare at the girl, mouth agape, his face feeling like it was on fire. It wasn't hard for him to imagine that, if his life were an anime, the amount of blood pressure in his face would almost assuredly lead to a nosebleed.
He'd certainly had every intention of taking today slow, figuring out his feelings for the two sisters, and maybe, just maybe getting lucky(in his dreams, anyway). But now... Now he wasn't so sure... About much of anything! Except... Well... He was pretty sure he wanted to catch Tootie- No, he was absolutely sure he wanted to catch Tootie. And unlike a dog who chases a car, and wouldn't know what to do with it when it finally caught one, Timmy knew exactly what he wanted to do to his best friend. The very least of which being to smother her with kisses.
"Better hurry, Timmy." Tootie pushed herself up and off the door frame so she could stand up straight. "You don't catch me, or at least beat me to the pool, you'll never find out who I was-Eep!" The raven-haired girl squeaked in sudden surprise as Timmy scrambled to his feet and made a beeline for her, though her surprise was quick to turn into giddy excitement and giggling as their game of cat and mouse started up again.
With her best friend/crush hot on her heels, Tootie darted through the living room, pausing at the threshold between it and the kitchen as she heard the rapid footsteps of her pursuer cease. The girl quickly pushed the unlatching door that separated the two rooms open, and whipped around the corner that the door frame provided. After a few quiet seconds(save for the odd pounding noise in her ears), Tootie stuck her head out and looked into the living room to see that Timmy was simply shutting and locking the front door. Even with chasing her on his mind, he still prioritized the safety of both her and her sister above everything else... Or maybe he just didn't want any surprise guests once he'd finally caught her. It was probably that.
"Ooh... Why am I even running from him?! I want him to catch me! ...God do I want him to catch me..." Tootie brought her hand up to her chest and laid her palm flat against where her heart was, realizing what the odd pounding sound she'd heard was. Her heart was beating against her ribcage like a drum, and she couldn't help but wonder if it was caused by the adrenaline from running and being chased by Timmy... Or if she was just really excited by the prospect of being caught by him in the first place. Even if she'd been blind, she would've been able to see the lust in Timmy's eyes when she... Posed for him.
Another, somewhat stranger feeling made itself known to Tootie now, and she unconsciously let the hand that had been feeling her out of control heartbeat drop down to her navel... Then a little lower, just above the waist of her swimsuit. There was a certain... Internal warmth there, a tingly kind of warm feeling that made her skin break out with goosebumps. Still somewhat unaware of her actions, Tootie didn't notice her hand move a bit lower, her fingers colliding with, then slipping under the waist of her bikini bottom-
THUD
"Ah!" The raven-haired girl jumped in surprise as she felt something lightly bump the back of her head, making her wandering hand shoot up to rub at the bumped spot. "What was-?!" Tootie turned her head, only to find that the door that separated the living room from the kitchen had been the cause of her duress, said door now being mere centimeters from her face. "Stupid door..."
"You okay?"
"Eep!" A sudden, not particularly deep-sounding voice once again made the girl jump, this time right into the arms of the brunet she'd been trying to get away from, arms that quickly looped around her small form in a light embrace.
"Jeez Tootie..." Timmy chuckled as he held the girl in a mildly protective manner. "It's just a door..."
"The... The door attacked... me...?" "Smooth, Tootie. You sound drunk off your ass!" It didn't take long for Tootie to realize that she felt a bit light-headed... And she was positive her light-headedness wasn't caused by the door bumping her, but rather by the boy currently holding her in his arms. Their little game of cat and mouse had been... Exciting, definitely...
But now... With the boy of her dreams(and naughty fantasies) holding her in his arms... She was just plain turned on! ...Very turned on... "So much for getting away... Wait, what am I thinking?! I never wanted to get away!" "Oh noes! You caught me!" Yes, though she knew she was caught, she was still going to put on a little act for the brunet. "W-what are you g-gonna do to m-me?" Her tone was shaky and terrified, but quickly changed to lusting as she pressed herself against Timmy, bringing her arms up to his chest and roughly gripping his shirt in her hands. "Mm... What are you gonna do to me...?"
Timmy slowly moved one arm up off her back and into her dark hair, running his fingers through her raven locks until stopping at where the door had collided with her head. "The door didn't hit you too hard, did it?"
Before he'd asked his question, Tootie had been steadily leaning up towards him, standing on her toes so her lips could meet his... Until she stopped; mere centimeters from physical contact, upon hearing his question. "The... door? No, I'm- Are-Aren't you going to kiss me?"
"Kiss you?" Timmy looked at the girl in his arms incredulously, having forgotten his previous intentions when he realized she'd been hit in the head by the door. What he didn't seem to realize was that the door weighed very little, and wouldn't be able to hurt someone even if you slammed it closed on them. "Like... where the door hit you?"
"...What?" Tootie asked, now feeling as confused as Timmy seemed to be. "Why would you kiss me where the door hit me? ...It was the back of my head!"
"Wha- I... I dunno! Why else would I kiss you?" Timmy's cheeks pinkened slightly at their topic of conversation. Yes, he'd come to realize that he did indeed like his best friend... Like that, and it wasn't as if he'd turn down the opportunity to kiss her...
"Have you noticed the way you're holding me?" The raven-haired girl asked in an annoyed tone... No, she wasn't annoyed, she was frustrated. That was it. Before she'd bumped her head, she was positive that Timmy was going to catch her, maybe even tackle her, nearly smother her with kisses, and... and... Tootie shivered as her imagination went wild, her mind became flooded with images of Timmy bending her over his kitchen table, undoing the button and zipper of her shorts, dropping them and her bikini bottom to the floor and...
And she was completely losing control of the situation she found herself in! Of course she wanted the end result of her whole plan to be sex, but she did want a relationship with this boy that had unwittingly stolen her heart all those years ago too. A real relationship, not the 'just friends' bullshit excuse of a relationship she'd been using to get close and stay close to Timmy. She wanted the hugs to mean something, she wanted this boy to randomly grab her and hold her in his arms like he was now, she wanted to kiss him, taste him, and let him taste her... She wanted- Dammit! She wanted him!
"Y-you jumped at me! I was- All I did was catch you to keep you from falling!" Despite his poor attempt at justifying his actions, Timmy's grip on the bespectacled girl did not weaken in the slightest. He knew he was dancing around doing... Something he really wanted to do, if he was being honest with himself.
And then... Something clicked. Not an audible click, it was more of a mental one. Like finally solving a difficult math equation, or searching up and down a beach for buried treasure and finding it after hours of combing said beach. The brunet subtly tightened his right arm around Tootie's waist, while his left arm remained looped under hers and up her back, his hand still tangled up in her hair.
It occurred to him that he'd never actually touched Tootie's hair before today. It was soft, softer than he would've imagined it being, anyway. In fact, now that he was this close to Tootie, Timmy noticed several things about her that he couldn't recall ever noticing before... Well, not before today, anyway. Like how pretty the color of her eyes was. While Vicki, and her and Tootie's mother had pink eyes, Tootie's were truly unique in the family, being a subdued shade of violet; not quite as eye-catching as the purple clothes she seemed to favor, but they were quite pretty. And her skin, while somewhat paler than Vicki's, was almost entirely free of blemishes, save for the dusting of barely-there freckles across her nose and cheeks. "Do freckles even count as blemishes?" Timmy mused to himself as he took in every minute detail of the girl he was embracing; the pink tint on her cheeks, the slight sheen of her lips that made him wonder if she was wearing lip gloss, the faint-but-noticeable scent of lilacs coming off her, and the look in her eyes...
Was it lust? Love? Some combination of the two? Probably. His raven-haired best friend hadn't declared her love for him in over two years, and even the last time she'd told him she loved him, she meant for it to come off jokingly.
So then what term could be used to describe his own feelings for the girl? He wasn't so naïve to call it love. Yes, Tootie had been, and probably always would be by his side through thick and thin, and he honestly loved that about her, but was he in love with her? No. He didn't think so. She meant quite a lot to him, but he'd never really even entertained the idea of a relationship with her before... Everything that had happened today.
That being said... Could it become love over time? He thought so... Although, at the moment, his brain was less focused on love, and more focused on lust. The way she was staring at him now, and the way she'd been posing outside... It gave him chills just thinking about it! Even with her pressing herself against him... Or maybe because she was pressing herself against him, Timmy wanted to be closer to her. He wanted to... He wanted to pick her up, have her wrap her legs around his waist as he pressed her body up against the side of the refrigerator and kissed her; her lips, her neck...
Without giving the action much conscious thought, Timmy leaned forward a little, slowly bringing his head down to the same level as Tootie's, and just barely hearing the shuddering gasp she let out right before his forehead gently collided with hers. "Y'know something, Toots?" The brunet felt his cheeks heat up as a sly grin crept its way across his face.
"Y-yeah?"
She sounded so meek and timid when she spoke, and this only served to add fuel to the fire burning in the buck-toothed teen for his friend. Maybe she was still just acting, maybe it was genuine, but Timmy couldn't deny how excited this side of Tootie made him feel. It just suited her so much better than her more obsessive tendencies, like ceaselessly chasing after him, or tying him to her bed. "I like you. I really like you."
"Y-you do?" The shudder in her voice remained, though it was now accompanied by no small amount of almost giddy relief. Tootie's grip on Timmy's shirt slackened, until she finally released it, opting instead to enjoy the moment, and slide her hands up his chest to loop her arms around his neck.
"I do... At least, I think so... You really are my best friend. There are... There are things I can talk to you about that I could never bring up around Chester or AJ, and I-Mmph?" Timmy was cut off by the girl in his arms as she gently pressed her lips to his. It took him a second to realize that she was kissing him. His best friend, Tootie Valentine, the girl that had spent a good portion of her life chasing him, likely trying to get to a moment exactly like this, had interrupted his confessing his feelings for her with a kiss.
Not to say it was unpleasant. No, quite the opposite. He'd always imagined that, if Tootie had ever caught him back when she was obsessing over him, a kiss from her would be sloppy and forceful, her tongue roughly invading his mouth, keeping his own tongue from doing anything but letting it happen... But this was different. One might almost call it... Timid; like she was now.
Yet, before the teen could even attempt to return the kiss, Tootie pulled away, her face now flushed red in embarrassment, and her mouth turned up in a victorious grin. "Save it. Much as I wanna hear you tell me all the things you love about me, there'll be time for pillow talk later... Right now...Nnh!" The raven-haired girl let out a shuddering moan as she tightened her arms around Timmy's neck, using him as leverage to pull herself closer to him and grind her pelvis against his. "R-right now... T-the only thing I want is..."
"My thing?" Timmy finished her sentence for her, grinning cheekily as he slid his hand down her back to cup her left buttock.
Tootie could do little but nod hesitantly at Timmy's question. It wasn't as if she'd never been turned on before, and she was no stranger to orgasms, as she'd spent many a night alone in bed, thinking about her crush, what she wanted him to do to her... And those thoughts always lead to her being turned on, which lead to her hand finding its way between her legs, which then lead to her moaning into a pillow to keep from drawing attention from the rest of her sleeping family.
But all those lonely nights were completely different from how she felt now, there was just no comparison! Her body felt like it was on fire, each breath she took came out hot, accompanied by a shudder, and between her legs felt even hotter than the rest of her body, hotter and... slick.
"You... Wanna head up to my room?" The brunet asked in a husky tone, having every intention of picking Tootie up and rushing upstairs with her, tossing her onto his bed and... Oh, the things he'd do to her!
"Yes!" Tootie mentally screamed. Oh God did she want to. So, so much! And judging by the bulge she could feel in Timmy's jeans as she pressed against him, so did he. If she gave him the answer being screamed in her head, she knew that all her fantasies involving him would come true. She finally had what she wanted, all she had to do was say one. Little. Word... Except... There was still something nagging at her, something she needed to ask before they went any further... "Timmy? What... About Vicki?" Yes, she remembered that Vicki had all but given her permission to go up to Timmy's room and... Well, screw. But she also remembered that the boy she was grinding against did indeed have feelings for the red-head, your heart doesn't speed up like his did when you think about someone unless that person brings a strong emotional reaction out of you, and she knew Timmy didn't fear her sister anymore. He liked her. "And he likes me too!" Tootie's inner voice exclaimed giddily.
"Shit... I'm an idiot for even thinking it'd be that easy..." Timmy Turner was officially in quite the pickle. He liked Tootie. He liked Vicki too. They were both cute in their own ways and mannerisms, and both could get his heart beating like a drum. Different as they were from each other, there was no denying he harbored feelings for both of them, and even confessing his affection for Tootie didn't change the fact that he cared for Vicki too, just as it would be if things had gone the other way, and it was Vicki he was holding right now, rather than Tootie. And, unfortunately, neither sister won out over the other. He simply couldn't choose one without still feeling like he wanted the other one too.
So was he a bad person for that? Most would probably see him as one. Sure, Tootie had been patient with him up until now, but now was the moment of truth. It only made sense that she was asking him this, to pick one of them over the other. Tootie or Vicki. Vicki or Tootie...
The teen knew that he'd never technically been this close to Vicki. His current embrace with Tootie had been brought about by worry over her possibly getting hurt, and genuine affection for the girl. Whereas the time he and Vicki had hugged... Was out of necessity. There wasn't any real affection in it(not from Vicki, anyway), as it had just been the only means they had at that moment to stay warm. There was little doubt in the brunet's mind that, if Vicki had been trapped in a frozen cave with literally anyone else, she'd have done the same, if it meant guaranteeing her survival...
Yet, it hadn't been anyone else, he was the one that shared what was nearly a frozen tomb with the red-head, and though she had been... Somewhat cross with him after they found out the 'yeti' was just some pizza delivery guy, it didn't change the fact that her relying on him to stay alive had... Affected him more than he'd ever consider admitting. Perhaps that particular event had been the start of it, his strange attraction to the fiery red-head. Though, being only ten, he had no idea that it was...
"Hey, Earth to Timmy!" The raven-haired girl giggled cutely as she pulled her right arm away from the brunet's neck and brought her hand up to his nose, giving him a light flick on it.
"Ow." Timmy responded in a flat tone as he roughly groped Tootie's rear-end, making her jump slightly in surprise.
"T-there'll be time f-for that later... Answer the question." She spoke in a forceful tone, though her mind was a bit too hazy for her to truly sound threatening.
Timmy, after a few seconds of tense hesitation, released a sigh, one that had a shuddering quality to it, due to the closeness he was still sharing with Tootie. "I... Don't really know... I still like her, I do... And I'm sure that's not what you want to hear, but-"
"Why wouldn't I want to hear-"
"Hey Timmy! How the Hell do you turn this damn thing on?!" Tootie was cut off by a yell from outside, the source of which was obviously Vicki.
"Ugh... Nice timing as usual, Sis..." The bespectacled girl at last released and pulled away from her brunet-haired friend, facepalming and shaking her head back and forth as she did. "We better go see what's got her panties in a knot... She sounds impatient."
"Tootie, Vicki always sounds impatient." Timmy remarked in an obvious tone of voice and chuckled as he looked toward the back door of his house. However; he turned his attention back to Tootie as he remembered that she'd been about to say something... Well, intriguing. "Tootie...? Just now, what were you-"
"Oh Twerp~!" Vicki began in her familiar saccharine tone. "I may not be your loving babysitter anymore, but I don't think you wanna know what happens if I have to call you a third time!" The sickeningly sweet tone soon made way for the other familiar tone. The dangerous one.
The tone that, oddly enough, sent a strange chill up and down Timmy's spine. "I-I'm coming!" He called out toward the back door, hoping Vicki would hear him and stave off his execution. "Um..." Timmy looked back at Tootie, who now seemed to have calmed down enough to regain her composure. "I- uh... We should probably-"
"Yeah, before she..." The raven-haired girl trailed off as she took off her glasses, noticing that they had become rather steamed up.
"Kills me, right." Timmy scratched the back of his head. To his surprise, he suddenly felt... Really nervous around Tootie, completely different from how confident he'd felt when he was holding her. "But! Um... We're- We're not done, alright? We need to... Figure out where we're at... And I- I mean, you- ...We need to talk about whatever it was you were gonna say, so..."
"Right." Tootie nodded as she returned her glasses to her face and closed her eyes. "Okay Tootie, for once, try not to act like a psycho. Timmy likes Vicki, you like Timmy, Vicki doesn't know Timmy likes her, Timmy likes you... Timmy likes... Me? Me! Timmy likes me! ...And Vicki." The girl scratched her chin in thought as an idea came to mind. Certainly a... Strange one. One she should probably run by- "Um, Timmy-" The bespectacled girl opened her eyes to find that she was quite alone in the Turners' kitchen.
Outside...
Timmy jogged out of his house through the back door, leaving Tootie behind once he saw that she seemed to have become lost in thought. No doubt whatever she was thinking about was important, but at the moment, not getting drowned in his pool by Vicki took precedence over whatever his best friend had to say... At least, he hoped that was the case...
"Tim-"
"I'm here." Timmy interrupted Vicki's attempt to shout his name as he quickly sidled up next to her by the pool. "What's up?"
"Don't you need to turn this thing on?" The girl next to him nodded at the still water of the in-ground pool.
"Oh, is that all?" The teen leaned toward the pool, realizing that the filters hadn't yet been turned on.
"What do you mean 'is that all'? I dunno anything about pools." Vicki shrugged as she kicked off her green sandals, making them land near one of the lawn chairs that sat by the pool.
"Well..." Timmy gave Vicki's body a quick once-over, again pausing to glare at the eyesore that her shorts were, before returning his gaze upward to meet her pink eyes. "I could show you, if you want?"
"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm interested in swimming in the pool, not performing maintenance on it." Again, Vicki spoke in a haughty and seemingly disinterested tone of voice, then started to take off her shorts, only just now noticing that the top button of the frayed ex-jeans had come undone. "Hm, that's weird. I didn't even-" Feeling a pair of eyes on her, the red-head craned her neck up slightly, meeting the blue eyes of her ex-charge once again. "Well go on. Turn on the pool, you can ogle me when you get back." Vicki finished with a wink and a smirk, eliciting another blush in the brunet, who quickly scampered back over to the back door of his house and flipped a switch by the door, turning the pool's filters on.
"What the Hell was I thinking when I invited these two over?!" Timmy whispered out harshly to himself as he leaned against the side of the house wearily.
"Hey Twerp!"
"Back to Twerp again..." The male teen muttered as he pushed himself off the house, then turned back toward the pool, and his ex-babysitter's voice. "Yeah, Vicki-"
Bearing her own sultry smile, Vicki posed for Timmy, in much the same way that Tootie had a few minutes earlier, though there was obviously no door frame for her to lean on, so the red-head instead had her hands on her hips, or rather, had her the thumb and index finger of each hand hooked into the waist band of her jean-shorts as she slowly pushed them off, at long last showing off the bottom half of her swimsuit. Once off her well formed rear end, the shorts quickly dropped down her legs and onto the ground, pooling at her feet and allowing her to step out of them. She then stood up straight and faced the teen fully, hands on her hips and her right hip cocked upward slightly. "You like this kinda stuff, right Timmy?"
Had he not lost count of the number of times he'd blushed today, both due to Tootie and Vicki, he might've added the one currently overtaking his face to the total, but he'd stopped keeping track around lunch, and that was probably for the best, it'd just be one more thing to try in vain to keep track of, amid all the strange feelings he was being assailed with today. "Wh-What are you trying t-to say?" Had she noticed the way Tootie posed for him a few minutes earlier? Had the two sisters talked about him so extensively when they were at Nasty Burger? ...Was he possibly just that obvious?
Vicki's smile remained in the face of Timmy's stuttered question. She was beginning to wish that Timmy had been interested in girls at a younger age, this teasing was so much fun! "I don't need twenty-twenty vision to know that you've had quite the hard time keeping your eyes off me today; in the kitchen at my house, in the car... A few quick glances at Nasty Burger, and now this! Heehee! Looks like someone's crushin' on his babysitter!" Vicki quirked an eyebrow up at the teen as a more devious idea came to mind and she spoke in a huskier tone. "Or..." Her right hand moved up from her hip, slowly sliding up her side, over her ribs, and up to her right breast, cupping it and giving it a gentle squeeze. "He's crushin' on her body, at least."
"I'm seriously beginning to think I did something unforgivable in a previous life, and this is karmic retribution for whatever that was..." Timmy sighed loudly as he jammed his hands into his pockets and began walking toward the red-haired girl. "So, is this what I have to look forward to now that we're friends? You teasing me about checking you out at every opportunity?" The teen shot her an almost wistful smile as he came to a stop a few feet in front of her.
"Well..." Vicki moved her hand off her chest, bringing it and her left hand behind her head and clasping them together, again making her look like she was posing sexily for Timmy, though this one was unintentional. "Only when I catch you staring... Which I find I'm doing a lot more than usual. Besides, there's not necessarily anything wrong with checking me out, even if you like Tootie. We are related, after all."
"That's true, but... What, you're not kinda pissed about it? You know I like Tootie, and-"
"Yeah, it's pretty obvious you do." Vicki interrupted the brunet as she let her arms drop to her sides. "But I already told you that I don't really mind you looking at me..." She suddenly leaned forward and reached toward Timmy, using her index finger to push his head up a little and make eye contact with her. "Lemme just say this though, if I happen to catch you ogling anyone but me or Tootie-"
"Yeah yeah... You'll kill me..." The brunet lightly swatted the older girl's hand away. Her lectures about being faithful to her sister were already starting to tire him out.
"Always knew you were a fast learner, Timmy." Vicki stood up straight, a smile that one might call 'approving' on her face.
"Timmy again? You've been flip-flopping an awful lot with what you wanna call me today. Sometimes I'm Timmy, sometimes I'm 'the Twerp' again..."
"Well..." "Hm. Have I? I didn't really notice... Leave it to him to pick up on little things like that." Vicki shrugged indifferently. "I dunno, suppose sometimes I feel like I can skip calling you a Twerp... At least, whenever you're not being one."
"Then..." Timmy began tapping his fingers together nervously. "Sometimes I'm a Twerp? So then... Not now?" He wondered if maybe he should just tell Vicki who the other girl he liked was. He'd already agreed to her deal of telling her today, and it might be less stressful to simply tell her and get it off his chest now, rather than later. "At the risk of... Sounding like a... Twerp... Uh... Well, with all the teasing you've been doing... It's... kinda got me wondering... Would you- Er... That is..."
"Timmy." Vicki grinned bemusedly.
"Y-yeah, Vicki?"
"Ah... He can be so cute when he's all nervous..." "Get to the point."
"Um... R-right, sorry..." "Crap, should I really tell her? Might just make things worse if I do... But... I said I would, so..." Again, the brunet's nervous habit reared its head as he scratched at his nose, a dusting of pink going across it and both cheeks. "Hypothetically speaking... What do you think the chances would be of you and I... Erm..." In an instant, Timmy's blush darkened from pink to crimson, partially because he'd almost just asked Vicki if she'd consider the possibility of dating him, and partially because... He simply couldn't ask his question, which frustrated him to no end!
"The chances of me and you... What?" The red-head asked in a genuinely questioning tone. She had the absolute slightest inkling of what Timmy was suggesting, but the more rational part of her brain knew he couldn't be suggesting that he and... her?! "You're uh- You're dragging this uncomfortable silence on for... For kind of a while now..." Vicki's cheeks began to change to a hue similar to the color of Timmy's favorite hat. "Okay... Um... He said hypothetically, right? So... He-He's not serious... R-right?!" "H-Hypothetically speaking... Right?"
"Um... Yea-Yes." Timmy rapidly nodded his head up and down.
"Okay... Um..." "Dammit! Why am I so nervous?! This is Timmy! The Twerp! I'm supposed to make him nervous, not the other way around!" Despite her inner voice's chastising remarks for her quite out of the blue shyness, the red-head wasn't sure where to begin, and unconsciously folded her arms across her chest, this time covering her modest bust. The best way to describe how she felt was... Naked. She felt naked in front of this boy she'd known for the better part of eight years, and she had no idea why! "This is... Kinda out of left field, even for you, Timmy..."
"Well..." The teen rubbed the back of his head, a little relieved that his question(hypothetical as it was) wasn't met with immediate disgust... Or at least disdain. "To be fair, it's no more out of left field than you and I trying to be friends..." Timmy groaned, then facepalmed. "Urgh... Sorry. Was kind of a stupid question anyway..."
"Not gonna wait for a hypothetical answer to your hypothetical question?" Vicki again raised an eyebrow at the teen in front of her, earning her that cute confused stare again. "Come on now, it took serious guts to ask me something like that... Don't you want an answer?" She at least felt her confidence beginning to return, now that she was once again the one in control of the situation.
Timmy released a huff through his nose. "Why did I even ask that? She's never letting me live this one down... It'll be the pictures of me in a maid outfit all over again!" "...Not like I ever had a chance with you in the first place..."
"Not with that attitude you wouldn't have!" Vicki chuckled at how quickly her Twerp could go from confident, to nervous, to defeated in such a small amount of time. "Oh... I'm glad we all decided to hang out today, it's been... kinda fun!" The red-head stepped toward Timmy, and away from the pool, until stopping just a few feet in front of him. "Seriously though, don't give up so easily. You used to be a lot more confident when you were ten, and I admired that about you... Well that, and... You were pretty cute back then..." Vicki smiled evilly, showing off her pearly white teeth. "Still are now-"
"Last one in buys me dinner!"
Timmy looked over his shoulder, as did Vicki, as the two heard Tootie shout from the back door of his house. With near inhuman swiftness, the raven-haired girl ran toward them, kicking off her sandals, and, without missing a beat, yanking her shirt up over her head and off herself.
"Oh no you don't!" Vicki spun around back toward the pool, slapping Timmy in the face with her ponytail as she did. "I didn't even bring money with me!"
However, a panicked thought came to Timmy's mind, and his right hand darted out to wrap its fingers around the red-head's wrist, stopping her in her tracks. A second later, Tootie(now somehow without her shorts, yet still wearing her glasses) was caught in a similar manner by the brunet, his left, free arm looping around her waist and stopping her, though he nearly fell over from trying to stop the unstoppable force that was his best friend. "Wait!"
"'Kay." "What for?!" The two Valentine sisters answered at the same time in significantly different ways. Tootie, likely because she was perfectly content being held in such a protective way by Timmy. And Vicki... Probably because it was hot, and the teen was keeping her from cooling off in the pool, which was less than a meter away from her now.
"You two can't go swimming yet!"
"I'm good here." "Why not?" Again, Tootie and Vicki answered at the same time.
"Because we just ate! What if one of you two got a cramp while in the pool, then one of us jumped in to save you, and they got a cramp, and the last of us tried to save those two, and they got a cramp?! We'd all suffer horrible deaths by drowning!" Timmy truly thought he was being completely rational, just like he thought you would very definitely get a cramp if you went swimming shortly after eating. A thought reinforced by his overprotective fairy godmother, Wanda.
A thought that was clearly not being taken seriously by neither Tootie nor Vicki, judging by the deadpan stares they were giving him. The two sisters glanced at each other, then back at Timmy, and again to each other, then nodded in silent agreement. "Timmy?" Tootie began in an overly sweet tone.
"Y-Yeah?" The brunet gulped, feeling like he was the butt of a very fast approaching joke.
"Vicki and I think that you're getting a little stressed." Calmly, the bespectacled girl unwound Timmy's arm from around her waist, then gently grasped his left hand in her own.
"And you know what the best way to relieve stress is?" It was the red-head's turn to speak in a sweet tone, sending familiar shivers up Timmy's spine.
"Well..." Tootie interjected, turning to Vicki and dropping the sugary tone. "I mean c'mon, Sis. The best way to relieve stress is sex. There's no denying that."
At this, the older girl couldn't help but turn to her sister and look at her in disbelief. "The Hell would you know? From what I've heard, you and Timmy haven't quite gotten around to your 'roll in the hay', so who exactly have you been havin' sex with?"
"You don't need to have sex to have an org-" Tootie's face quickly turned tomato red. "Y-Y'know what?! That's really not important! How 'bout we just focus on what we were doing?!"
"Oh fine... Where were we again?" Unbeknownst to Timmy, while Vicki was arguing with Tootie, she'd managed to slip her wrist out of his hand, and now held the brunet's right hand in her own.
As all this was going on, Timmy found that, despite the little nagging voice in the back of his head saying something horrible was about to happen, like Vicki and Tootie ripping him in half like a wishbone, he was strangely... Unconcerned by the voice's warning of his possible imminent demise. Here he was, on a hot spring day, holding the hands of his two lady-friends. Both of whom he very much liked. Honestly? If he died right now, at this very moment... Eh, it might not be so bad...
"Ugh... He's doing it again..." Vicki rolled her eyes as she took notice of the glazed-over look in Timmy's eyes, now further compounded by a slight grin on his face. "Hey Twerp, you listening?"
"For... Ah... For the most part?" Timmy mentally slapped himself, realizing that he'd once again missed out on a potentially important conversation topic.
"So you agree?" Tootie quirked an eyebrow up at him inquisitively, a devious grin now adorning her face.
"Y-Yes?" Another gulp, this one quite audible as the teen noticed both girls were now giving him the same devious grin.
"Great! So chill out!" "Sweet! Now cool off!" The two sisters exclaimed as they both yanked him forward, and past them, sending him careening into the pool as they released his hands.
SPLOOSH
Vicki stepped over to the edge of the pool, closely followed by Tootie. For a few seconds, they just watched as Timmy sank to the bottom, evidently in shock at being tricked(yet again). "Dammit Tootie, you were supposed to say the same thing as me." The red-head turned to her sister with a stern gaze and crossed her arms. "And what was with the Arnold Schwarzengerman impression? 'Chill Out'?"
"Well... Y'know..." The raven-haired girl took her glasses off and wiped the excess water from Timmy's splash off them. "Like in that movie where he was Mr. Freeze...?"
"Ugh..." Vicki shook her head in disapproval. "Still would've been better if we'd said the same thing..."
"Could always look at the bright side." Tootie shrugged as she turned her attention back to the pool, her best friend now rising to the surface of the water. "Maybe now he'll start being a little more assertive, and stop drifting off to La La Land so often."
"Silver linings..."
"Pwah!" The brunet finally surfaced, spitting out a bit of water as he did. "Wh-What's the big idea?!" Timmy glared at the two girls standing over him.
"You get any cramps?" Vicki asked in a nonchalant tone of voice, checking her nails as she spoke.
"Cramps? What do cramps have to do with-" "Oh." To his surprise, Timmy found that he felt completely fine. No cramps, tightness, or uncomfortable feelings to speak of... Barring those brought on because he was swimming in his pool, fully clothed. "Argh... Must you prove me wrong in such mean ways?" The brunet sighed in defeat, sticking his hand up out of the pool as he reached the side of it.
"I'm afraid it's just part of my charm." The red-head stooped and grabbed Timmy's hand, nearly effortlessly pulling the teen out of the water and to his feet. "Something you'll have to get used to, since I imagine I'll be spending a lot more time over here, isn't that right, friend?"
As infinitely tempting as it was to throw Vicki in the pool, even if he himself ended up right back in it to do so, Timmy released the girl's hand and instead used both of his own to squeeze some of the water out of his shirt. "Could've at least waited until I got changed... You do know what chlorine does to clothing, right?"
"The only victims here were your shoes. From what I remember, your closet has about ten more copies of that very outfit in it, along with a few pairs of shorts and bathing suits." Actually, she was just guessing, but the fact that she'd never seen Timmy wear anything but a few bathing suits and the pink shirt/blue jeans combo certainly supported her theory. "Now c'mon. Go get changed so we can swim. Burning daylight here." Vicki teasingly shooed the brunet away.
"The pool's got lights in it now... I think Timmy's parents installed them... Last month or something?" Tootie looked to Timmy for confirmation, earning her a nod.
"Mm-hm. If it stays hot into the night, we could probably just stay in the pool."
"Very interesting. Truly. But before we do, we need you-" The red-head poked Timmy's chest for emphasis. "To go get changed, so hop to it, before we roast to death in this heat!"
"Women these days... So impatient..." Timmy chuckled as he made his way toward the back door of his house again, passing Vicki and Tootie, before reaching the aforementioned door and shutting it behind him as he disappeared into the house.
Vicki opted to wait until he'd shut the back door before speaking up in a bored tone, though her gaze remained on the Turner household. "So you gonna bang that guy or what?"
"...Thank you for being... Blunt, about it..." Tootie shook her head back and forth disapprovingly at her sister's chosen phrasing of her intentions.
"I did pretty much tell you you could-!" The red-haired girl jumped as she felt... Something poke her right buttock a few times, making her look over her shoulder and glare at Tootie, who was now grinning in amusement.
"Uh-huh... But I saw the way you were posing for him... Your Twerp?"
Ignoring her little sister's probing remark, Vicki continued to glare at the somewhat shorter girl. "Did you just touch my ass?"
"Poke." The raven-haired girl once again poked her older sister, this time leaving her index finger where it was. "Maybe. Whatcha gonna do about it?"
With a dark and mildly evil-sounding chuckle, Vicki raised her right foot up and moved it back, letting the sole of her foot gently come to rest on her sister's gut. "This." The red-head shoved her foot backward, eliciting a yelp from Tootie as she pushed her into the pool as if performing a mule-kick, though with much less force than the action would normally entail. She didn't want to hurt Tootie, after all.
SPLOOSH
"Gotta be careful, Sis." With her gaze still focused on the house in front of her, Vicki's lips curled up into a full-blown smile. "The edge of the pool can get pretty slippery when it's wet."