Timmy stood nervously in front of Vicky's door.

He blushed bright red as he remembered when Vicky, two nights ago, got him to to confess his feelings for her. Still, she had been raving drunk at the time, and had perhaps forgotten.

But then again, what if she remembered? What would she do to him?

He guessed that he would have to find out.

He raised a quivering hand to knock on the door three times. Faster than usual, he heard Vicky coming to the door. He felt his breath hitch when it opened.

Vicky stood there with a serene look on her face. Timmy didn't see any anger in her, so he let his guard down a bit. She displayed no signs of embarrassment or annoyance towards him, so then maybe she didn't remember her drunken moment after all?

To his surprise, she smiled at him. Not a smirk, or a grin, a genuine smile. Her eyes seemed playful and she looked at him with what looked like... affection.

"Hello, Timmy. Won't you come inside?" she said happily.

Now that was new.

In almost his entire life, Vicky had actually said his name only several times. Most of the time it was "twerp" or, "stupid".

Now Timmy was wary of her. He carefully made his way around her and into the apartment. To his immediate relief, it was a total mess again. At least that was back to normal.

But Vicky certainly wasn't. As soon as he got started she had sat down on the couch and watched him. Timmy tried to ignore her eyes on him, but found it extremely distracting. She seemed to be observing his every movement.

He stole a glance at her, and she still had that devious smile on her face.

Feeling the sweat pour down his neck, he desperately tried to keep the blush off his face.

He felt himself tense when she called out to him.

"Hey, Timmy." she said quietly.

He nervously looked over at her. She patted the spot next to her on the couch and carefully licked her lips.

"Come sit next to me."

Timmy's eyes widened.

"T-that's alright. I'll stand." he stammered.

Her eyes flashed dangerously and her mouth curled into a sneer.

"I said, come sit next to me, twerp."

He didn't need to be told twice. He quickly plopped down on the couch and the angry look melted off her face.

He sat there with his hands awkwardly placed on his lap as Vicky smiled again. He felt himself break out in goosebumps as she let two of her fingers dance up his arm. She absentmindedly traced a circle on his left shoulder.

"So, Timmy. We had a pretty interesting conversation a few nights ago." she purred in his ear.

So she did remember. Though he had no idea what that meant in regards to what she was doing now. His skin tingled as she continued stroking him.

"Y-yeah. I guess we did." he said as his blush darkened when she began stroking his face.

She moved her face closer to his and he felt her warm breath on his cheek.

"I seem to remember you telling me something very interesting."

Timmy began to panic and tried to move away, but she caught his face and held it closer to hers. She batted her eyelashes and Timmy felt them tickle his skin.

"And let me tell you, I was very glad to hear you say it." she cooed sensually in his ear.

Wait, she was happy to hear him confess? Then did that mean...

"Cause if you didn't feel that way about me, I might feel kind of guilty for doing this." she said as her lips enclosed over his.

Immediately a warmth spread through Timmy's body and his eyes snapped open. At first he did nothing and sat in shock as Vicky kissed him. Gradually he got into it and began kissing back.

He experimentally thread his fingers through her red hair. She gave a moan of approval and began doing the same to him.

They stayed like that for a few seconds, when Timmy suddenly came to his senses and broke the kiss.

"Vicky, wait. We shouldn't be doing this."

He expected her to get angry, but instead she tried to grab him and kiss him again.

"I don't care, twerp."

He jumped off the couch and started backing away.

"Come on, Vicky. This is wrong. You're six years older than me!"

Seeing him trying to get away, she gave him a cat-like grin and started chasing him. She tackled him to the floor and teasingly pressed her body against his.

"I said I don't care, twerp. I've decided that I want you. And what I want, I get." she said planting kisses on his neck and face.

He was certainly enjoying the treatment, but a small voice in his head still told them that everything about the situation was wrong.

"Why would you even want me?" he said trying to reason with her.

She halted her affections and gave a little shrug.

"Cause you're cute. And fun to tease. And you're the only person who's actually nice to me."

Timmy was surprised. All this time, she actually appreciated his kindness?

"To tell you the truth, I only waited to kiss you until now cause I figured you were being nice to me out of pity. But when you told me that you liked me, I had no trouble going through with this." she said as she kissed his mouth again.

The little voice spoke up again, but Timmy just ignored it. Instead of listening to it he gave in and began kissing Vicky.

They stayed on the floor for a few blissful minutes, fervently kissing and rubbing against each other.

Finally Vicky sat up and took a deep breath as they both looked at each other, panting heavily. They both got to their feet before coming to a silent decision to move the party to the couch. There they cuddled and sat quietly as they both came to terms with what had just transpired.

"So... do this mean that we're a couple now?"

"Yep."

"Do I still have to clean your apartment?"

"I wouldn't worry about it. I think I'll be a little bit too busy kissing you to make a mess of the place."

Timmy chuckled and nodded.

"Should I tell my parents about us?"

"I would wait until you're eighteen, twerp."

Timmy smiled teasingly at her and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you planning to stay with me until I'm eighteen?"

She blushed but got an angry look on her face.

"Well I sure as hell ain't giving you to someone else, twerp. Now shut up and cuddle with me."

Timmy happily obliged and nestled into Vicky's arm as they sat on the couch and stayed like that for the next few hours.

In the weeks afterward, Timmy couldn't help but thank god that he had found Vicky's ad in the paper.