"Twerp, get the hell down here!" Timmy Turner hurried down the stairs trying to avoid angering Vicky further. She was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs with her arms crossed.
"Does it really take more than thirty minutes to clean one fucking bathroom?" Timmy responded unconcerned about how she would react.
"Well when all you give me is a washcloth and no cleaners it takes awhile." Vicky slapped him on the side of the head reactively. The blow had hurt but Timmy noticed it was nothing compared to how hard she used to hit him.
"Guess what smartass now you get to scrub the kitchen floor." Knowing better than to argue Timmy turned and walked to his kitchen as he heard Vicky's maniacal laughter behind him. Strangely it was as if everything had returned to normal with Vicky being her usual sadistic self except for one thing, Timmy knew that she wasn't enjoying it.
He doubted that anyone else but himself and possibly Tootie would notice, but he was sure her current pretense was an act. This confirmed his fears about how she had taken the blondes kiss, he knew her to be the possessive type, so it only made sense that seeing her "property" being embraced by another female would enrage her.
Timmy wondered if she would act this way the whole weekend, while he feebly scrubbed away at the kitchen tile. A weekend with a false angry Vicky wasn't any more appealing than a one with a normal angry Vicky, except Timmy, thought there may be a way out of his current predicament. He conceived a plan that he thought might calm Vicky down, but it would require that Timmy say something he just wasn't prepared to admit, still an end to the chores and the return of last week's activities sounded pretty nice.
Timmy felt the odd sensation that signaled someone was standing behind him; Vicky's voice loomed above him. "When you're done in here, you can do my laundry for the week, got it?"
"Yeah" he responded trying to sound as pathetic as he could. Timmy had hoped he could guilt trip her but Vicky responded plainly "Good" before she strolled off to Timmy's couch. Although Timmy hated doing laundry he couldn't see a way out of it unless he used his plan. The course of action he envisioned was risky and guaranteed to be a little awkward but he still thought it could work.
Certain he couldn't make the tile appear any better, Timmy left the kitchen for his living room. Vicky was in her usual spot on Timmy's couch. Upon seeing him Vicky pointed at two bags by the front door. "Laundry time Twerp."
Timmy stood his ground absent mindedly, his thoughts racing. He knew there was no Time like the present but he just couldn't bring himself to do it
. "Twerp" Vicky shouted gaining Timmy's attention again. "Are you going to get to work or am I going to have to find out how many blows to the head you can take before you past out?"
Reacting instinctively to her threat, Timmy grabbed her laundry bags and headed for the laundry room without speaking a word. Timmy made it half way up the stairs before he heard Vicky mumble "bastard" under her breath.
Her voice was almost empty of the fire it usually had and it sounded to Timmy as if she was on the brink of collapse. Vicky's ruse was more thinly veiled than he had thought. Now sure his plan would work Timmy let go of the bags which tumbled down the stairs. The sound of the tumbling bags drew Vicky's attention to the staircase where she saw Timmy coming back sown towards her.
"Twerp what the hell do you…" before she could finish her sentence Timmy gently placed his hands on her head and pulled her face down near his where he kissed her on the lips for the second time. Vicky was dumbfounded at first but returned his affection after a few seconds. Timmy was surprised by his own audacity, but it felt good and the plan seemed to be working.
Breaking the kiss Timmy let go of Vicky's face before he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her, unconcerned about her breasts pressing up against his body. "I… like you now Vicky."
Vicky returned his hug grabbing hold of him and resting her chin on top of his head. Letting out a small chuckle Vicky said "I won you over last weekend didn't I twerp?"
Timmy said nothing and just tightened his grasp. "Your mine Timmy Turner, so no more kissing stupid blonde valley girls got it?" Timmy looked up into her face and spoke.
"First off she kissed me and secondly I don't know her at all, like I said I don't even know her name."
"Well how did she turn up at your house then?" Vicky said with a smile on her face, showing that she no longer took the incident so seriously.
"I guess she's the stalker type like Tootie or…" A smirk formed on Timmy's face. "Or you"
Vicky immediately flicked the top of Timmy's head in reprisal. "Ow, sorry but you did take pictures of me sleeping." Timmy said in a playful tone.
Vicky lowered her head down to his and gave a kiss to his cheek, causing Timmy to blush. "I need pictures of my twerp; I don't babysit you every day of the week even if I wish I did."
Timmy buried his head up against Vicky again and spoke. "I still don't have to do your laundry do I?
" Vicky played with his hair while she answered. "No, you don't have to anymore. Why don't you watch T.V with me, O.K.?"
With the better part of the night spent on his couch Timmy Turner began to feel tired around twelve a clock. Dealing with the blonde girl and the two sisters had left him both physically and emotionally exhausted. Vicky appeared to be in the same state as she stretched her arms above her head and yawned.
"Well I've had a full day of screaming at you twerp, I'm going to bed." Vicky stood up and ascended the stairs to Timmy's room. Seeing that she had entered his room, Timmy yelled up to her.
"Uh, Vicky that's my room."
"I know that." He heard her call back, her tone perfectly nonchalant. Timmy was left sitting on the couch unsure of what to do. He had envisioned sleeping in his own bed tonight or on the couch like last weekend.
"Timmy, get up here!" Vicky called down to him. Timmy was unsure what awaited him upstairs but he felt oddly happy that he didn't have to make a decision himself. Inside his room Timmy found Vicky in his bed with her back towards the door. With Vicky lying in his bed Timmy noticed just how oversized his mattress was, it had seemed massive when he was younger but even today it was bigger than he would ever need.
"Is there something you need Vicky?" Vicky turned over so that she was facing him.
With a smile still on her face Vicky said "Just come to bed twerp."
"Oh" was all Timmy could muster in response as the situation seemed absurd. Vicky scooched back to make room for him and them patted the vacant spot beside her. For Timmy the situation could not have been more awkward, even though he had just confessed some feeling for her, Timmy couldn't fathom crawling into bed with his former arch nemesis. Still it was best not to try Vicky's patience even if she liked you.
Timmy started his approach towards his bed, but Vicky spoke up. "Umm, twerp aren't you forgetting something?"
Timidly he responded "I don't think so."
"The light moron."
"Oh, right." Timmy said before he back tracked to the switch on the wall. With a slick the room was cast in darkness. Navigating his room in darkness proved simple enough, but getting into his bed was another matter. Timmy was uncertain how much room Vicky had left him, so he crawled into bed gingerly and laid down. The sensation of something else in his bed was alien to Timmy but he found it easy enough to relax anyway.
Timmy felt a arm come across his chest and pull him backwards. Vicky's body pressed up against his while she whispered to him. "Do you like being cuddled up with your evil babysitter twerp?" "Evil?" Timmy repeated. While he certainly believed that she was evil earlier in his life, he thought it was odd that she would call herself evil.
"I remember when you were Ten you would beg your parents not to leave you alone with me and say I was evil."
"Oh, sorry about that." Timmy blurted out awkwardly.
"You didn't answer my question, Timmy." Timmy felt her hug him even harder along with kisses to his neck. With the way she was holding him and the body heat they shared Timmy; felt he would be lying if he said no.
"Yeah, I guess I do."
"Good, now I don't have to sleep on that damn couch every week."
Timmy lay in silence he could feel Vicky breathing on him. The proximity of her body managed to be both stressful and reassuring. A question popped into Timmy's head, he wasn't sure he wanted to ask it but he thought she might take it as a joke.
"Hey, Vicky"
"Yeah" She responded almost immediately indicating she was no closer to sleeping than he was.
"You didn't do all…this just to get a more comfortable place to sleep did you?"
Vicky said nothing in response but pulled him over onto his back. In the darkness Timmy couldn't see much but he could feel her lips against his. After a second or two he felt pull her lips away and then lay her head down on his shoulder. "No, twerp mooching your bed was just a bonus."