It's been a while since I last posted so I'm sorry. I was pulling my hair out trying to finish this chapter and its finally done but I'm still not really happy about the quality of it but at least there's a decent length to this chapter. Anyway thanks to everyone that's left a review I might not respond to every review but I do read them and I really appreciate all words of encouragement.

A week into the job, Timmy found that it was actually pretty easy in some ways. True to her word Vicky hadn't made him do anything physically strenuous. In fact Vicky was the reason that he never had to do anything at work. In exchange for the small jobs he did for her like fetching food and magazines, she kept Timmy out of doing any work for the store. More often than not Timmy's work day involved following Vicky around as she took afternoon naps in the furniture section and watched T.V in the electronics department.

This was not lost on all the other employees of Wall 2 Wall mart. Timmy hadn't worked there for more than a week and yet he had the cushiest job there. This fueled a growing resentment towards Timmy and earned him the embarrassing label of Vicky's boy toy. His reputation at work was a source of shame for Timmy, he felt selfish for having such an easier day at work than anyone else and the idea of him being Vicky's boy toy was deeply disturbing. This was made worse by the fact he and the red head were starting to get along.

Timmy found that Vicky's morbid sense of humor wasn't that bad as long as you weren't her target. Vicky still bossed him around a little bit but she hadn't teased him or tried to humiliate him in public since the first day which in Timmy's mind was as pleasant as Vicky's company could ever get. The idea of him and Vicky becoming friends was nearly incomprehensible to Timmy but if things continued the way they were going in another week she would be the only friend he had at work.

Timmy tried his best to ignore the angry stare he received from his fellow employees as he ventured into the grocery section. Vicky had ordered or asked him (it was becoming increasingly difficult to tell which) to get lunch for the both of them which meant that he was basically stealing the stores food for her. Timmy grabbed a couple readymade sandwiches and then made note of it on a piece of paper. The idea of stealing was hard for Timmy to cope with, first because he knew it was wrong and secondly as someone who was blessed with Fairy Godparents he had never succumbed to the temptation of stealing since he could wish for whatever he wanted. Because of this Timmy made a list of everything Vicky had told him to take and then when he got home he would wish for everything that he took be put back into the store's inventory.

This made Wanda happy and made it impossible to prove Timmy stole anything, not that it mattered because they never took stock at Wall 2 Wall mart and even if they did Vicky would threaten anyone that accused him; it was strange to Timmy that Vicky had become so protective of him in the last week. He was certain she had made him her slave to screw with him, but a week later he had it easier than anyone else in the store. Timmy took the sandwiches with him and began the twenty minute walk back to the electronics department where Vicky had situated herself. Along the way he was met more angry glares and a few people that gave an unfriendly gesture involving their middle fingers.

When Timmy got back to the electronics department he found Vicky seated in a reclining chair positioned in front of a fifty inch flat screen, not that she was watching since she was reading a magazine that she asked Timmy to get for her. Timmy took a seat in another reclining chair that was next to Vicky's. Vicky had forced the other new employees to move the bulky pieces of furniture into the electronics section. At first Timmy was happy he hadn't had to do it himself but afterwards he wished he had since the incident only strengthened the hatred they felt for him.

Vicky looked up from her magazine and took notice of Timmy. "How was the trip twerp?" asked Vicky as she took a sandwich from Timmy.

"Fine, except that everyone here hates me"

Vicky let out one of her trademarks sinister laughs. "You actually care about what people think of you. That's cute twerp."

Ignoring her statement about finding his behavior cute, Timmy said "You might be used to having everyone hate you but I'm not."

Vicky let out another laugh. "That's a weakness twerp."

The conversation halted while they both ate their lunch and watched T.V. A couple minutes of awkward silence passed before Vicky spoke again. Timmy, can I ask you something?"

Timmy noticed there was something off about her voice. He couldn't say that her tone carried any unusual emotions; her voice just lacked the vicious edge that it always had. Although it made him nervous, Timmy decided to let her ask him the question. "Uh, sure"

"Do you hate me?"

Timmy was taken aback by her question and asked a question of his own. "What do you care? I thought you just said that caring about what other people think about you is a weakness."

In the same unusual tone of voice Vicky continued. "I did but, Timmy here's the thing I've given a lot of people of a lot of shit in my life but, you always got the worst of it. I don't know why I picked on you the most, maybe cause I watched you every day. Any way what I'm trying to say it that I'm..sorry."

Timmy was shocked; Vicky just apologized and showed some humility. This wasn't totally unprecedented; when he was ten they had been buried in an avalanche together and she had apologized to him then but that was during a very serious situation. This time it came about by her own freewill and put Timmy in an awkward place. This was the first time in a long time that Timmy had bared witness to a nice and humane Vicky and made him remember that she was human after all. Now that Timmy was feeling the full effects of teenage male stupidity he saw her as a member of the opposite sex for the first time. It was strange to see her in that light, but it couldn't be helped now. Timmy felt a nervous urge to clam up around the older girl with pretty pink eyes but he knew that he had to respond to what she had said. Despite his best efforts Timmy couldn't think of anything intelligent to say so he simply blurted out "That's okay Vicky"

"Well how about you answer my question."

"What question"

"Do you hate me"

"Oh, right. Well…" Timmy's first instinct was to say yes but when he thought about it the answer was no. Like Wanda had said it was because of Vicky that he received his godparents, which Timmy thought of as the best thing that ever happened to him. Another factor was that he hadn't seen her for four years and he just didn't care anymore. He might still be a little afraid of her but he didn't hate her. "No, I don't hate you."

"Really" Vicky asked with some of her usual energy returning to her voice.

"Yeah, it's all in the past. I forgive you."

A smile grew on Vicky lips, the same kind of smile that had made Timmy fear for his life when he was younger. Now it made him nervous for a whole new set of reasons.

"Thanks twerp" Vicky said before the conversation died and the two fell into a awkward silence.

Their conversation had been new ground for them both and neither one knew what to say or do next. Eventually Vicky stood up and spoke "Alright I've had enough work today I'm going home. You can go too twerp no one's going to notice that we left."

Timmy asked "Am I still gonna be paid for today"

"You should be, but if not let me know I'll set Mike straight"

"Uh, sure thanks" Timmy said not quite believing that he was expressing gratitude to Vicky.

"Okay, later twerp"

Vicky began to walk away leaving Timmy alone to think, but before his tired mind could get to the monumental task of understanding why Vicky would apologize to him she walked back to him. "Oh, twerp one last thing, my little sister's birthday party is tomorrow at our house. I'm not ordering you to go or anything but she's been begging me to tell you about it. So if she asks I told you okay." Timmy nodded his head up and down in response.

"Ok, see you later again twerp" Timmy noticed that even after apologizing she still called him Twerp. Somehow in the last week the word twerp had changed from an insult to a pet name.

Timmy didn't really want to go to Tootie's birthday party but his mother had found out about the party thanks to the fifty plus invitations she had mailed to his house. Mrs. Turner like Cosmo and Wanda adored Tootie and always pressured Timmy to treat her nicely. With the combined efforts of his mother and his fairy godparents Timmy was forced to attend the party.

With a wished up gift in hand Timmy began the short walk to Vicky's house. Arriving there Timmy saw a set of balloons tied to the mailbox out front. Timmy walked up the path to the front door which had a note stuck to it; the note read the parties in the backyard use the side path. Timmy walked to the left side of the house where he found a path leading to the backyard. When he reached the backyard, Timmy found that there was a swimming pool. He didn't remember Vicky's family having a swimming pool but he hadn't been to their house in years so he had no idea when they had it built.

Besides the pool there were numerous small tables and lawn chairs along with a few long tables that had food and drinks on them. On another table was a pile of gifts meant for Tootie. Timmy made his way to the gift table, along the way he took notice of the other party guests. He recognized a few of Tootie's girlfriends from school and the creampuffs, after placing his gift with the others, Timmy continued to look around the party. He saw that a few of the girls had jumped into the pool and that a couple of older party guests probably parts of Tootie's family had arrived to the party as well. So far there was no sign of the birthday girl or Vicky, so Timmy took a seat near the pool trying his best to ignore the heat of the summer sun.

Several minutes later the back door of the house opened up and Timmy caught sight of Vicky stepping outside. To his astonishment she was wearing nothing but a green bikini. With the previous days revelation that Vicky was in fact noting more than a human girl still floating around in his head; Timmy found it hard to take his eyes off her. Timmy watched as Vicky strolled up to where some of the older party guests were seated and grabbed a beer out of a cooler. This was something of a shock to Timmy since a part of him still thought of Vicky as the teenage girl that tormented him. In reality she was the twenty-two year old woman whose body clouded his judgment and made him forget that she used to be his arch nemesis.

Timmy looked on in a trance till Vicky looked back at him causing Timmy to look away in embarrassment. Seconds later he heard his name called out. Tootie much like her older sister had disarmingly cute and feminine voice though it lacked the vicious edge Vicky's had. Tootie ran over to Timmy prompting him to stand up and greet her. Though he was less than thrilled about it, Timmy let Tootie wrap her arms around him on her birthday.

"Happy birthday Tootie."

"Timmy, I'm so glad you came" Tootie released him and took a step back giving Timmy the opportunity to look at her. Tootie was wearing a dress and had exchanged her glasses for contacts. Pubescence had done a lot for Tootie and Timmy had to admit that she had grown up to become pretty attractive. Timmy probably wouldn't mind her advances if she hadn't been so overwhelmingly persistent for so many years. The two teens stood and talked, Timmy felt Tootie deserved his attention on her birthday but as hard as he tried he couldn't help but steal glances at her older sister. "So, Timmy do you want to go swimming in a little while?"

"Sorry Tootie but I didn't bring a bathing suit, I didn't even know you guys had a pool."

"Ah Timmy come on who cares what your wearing." The thought of jumping into the pool even with his clothes on was tempting, the heat was beginning to get to him. Timmy looked around the yard form something to drink; strangely Vicky was nowhere to be seen. Eventually Timmy remembered seeing drinks on one of the tables.

"Tootie how bout this. I'm going to get a drink then I'm coming back here. You can go swimming or just sit here with me. Either way I'll be here."

The fact that Timmy was willing to be around her put a smile on Tooties face. Timmy knew he might regret this later but he felt obligated to spend time with her today. Just as Timmy was about to leave for his drink he felt a hard shove from behind. He stumbled forward trying to regain his balance but he was too close to the edge of the pool and tumbled into the water. For a few seconds Timmy tried to regain his bearings under the water before his head broke the surface.

The question of who had pushed him in was answered by the sound of Vicky's maniacal laughter. She must have snuck up behind him while he was speaking to Tootie. Timmy hauled himself out of the pool which was difficult because his wet clothes made him feel noticeably heavier.

Tootie who had seen the whole thing was yelling at her sister for what she had done. In typical Vicky fashion she just ignored Tootie with a confident smirk on her face. Timmy did what could to wring the water out of his clothes while Toootie continued her verbal assault.

"There are towels in the first floor bathroom you can use to dry off twerp." Timmy looked up to see that Vicky was looking at him, completely unwilling to acknowledge her little sisters existence. With no better course of action in his head Timmy entered Vicky's house making sure to close the door behind him.

As Vicky had said there were towels in the bathroom. Timmy took his shirt off and wrung it out over the sink, while he did so he heard the sound of someone opening the door he had used to get in the house. He knew it wasn't Tootie since she hadn't called out his name as soon as she entered the house so Timmy figured it was one of her parents. Content that he had forced all the water he could out of his shirt; Timmy picked up a towel and used it to dry off his hair and then put his shirt back on. With that done Timmy couldn't think of anything else to do, his pants were still wet but he didn't think there was anything he could do about that plus it was so hot they wouldn't stay wet for long.

Timmy opened the bathroom door only to find Vicky standing there by the doorway. There was a predatory smile on her face, the same kind of smile that gave him nightmares as a child. Unconsciously Timmy succumbed to an urge to slowly back away from Vicky when she was like this. Timmy backed away until he hit the back wall of the bathroom, Vicky had followed Timmy by moving forward and now had him more or less pinned against the wall. Vicky was only inches away from Timmy and he felt his heart speed up. Being close to Vicky was had always been stressful to Timmy, but now he had new reasons to be nervous around her and the fact that she was still wearing nothing but a bikini only intensified his feelings of unease.

"Sorry about pushing you in twerp, but it was too much fun to resist"

Timmy could smell alcohol on her breath and he wondered if it was affecting her behavior. Vicky reached out and gently lifted his chin up so that she could look him in the eye. Timmy was shocked that her touch had been so gentle, in the past physical contact with Vicky had always meant pain.

"You know twerp, you got a lot cuter since I stopped babysitting you. I'm glad we work together"

For Timmy the situation had become far too intense and weird, he tried to get past Vicky but this didn't work as Vicky simply grabbed hold of him and pushed him back against the wall this time she pressed her body up against his.

"What's the matter twerp, don't you want this? I saw you peaking at me outside; don't you want the girl that used to babysit you?"

He wanted to say yes, he wanted to give in and kiss the cute red headed girl with pretty pink eyes but he couldn't. There checkered past still rung in his head and on Tootie's birthday it just seemed wrong. Fortunately for Timmy the sound of the back door opening became audible again and this time it was followed by tootie calling out to Timmy. With a devilish grin still fixed on her face Vicky stepped aside to let Timmy out of the bathroom.

Timmy made his way back to the door that lead to the backyard, he found Tootie there waiting for him. Tootie looked at Timmy with visible worry on her face. "Timmy are you okay your face is really red?"

"I'm fine I'm just mad at Vicky for pushing me into the pool" said Timmy who hoped that Vicky didn't hear him or understood that he was lying. He knew that he should be mad about it but after what happened in the bathroom he could care less.

"Oh, me too said Tootie in response.

An hour later Timmy left the party, he saw Vicky once again before he left which was awkward for him but evidently not for Vicky since she flashed him a smile every time their eyes met. Luckily for Timmy's clothes had dried off by the time he got home so he didn't have to explain the pool incident or what happened afterwards to his parents or fairy godparents. After a shower Timmy crawled into bed with his head racing. He had no idea what Vicky would do at work tomorrow.

It's weird writing about a person having pink eyes like it's normal but this story is based off a cartoon afterall.