Cuddly Toy
I don't own Toy Story or any of its characters. I do own any and all original characters.
A/N Time for the title song written by Harry Nelson. A/N
"Big Daddy's coming!" Hamm called.
"Big Daddy?" Bo asked.
"Lulu's father," Mrs. Potato Head told her.
The toys scrambled to their spots and became lifeless. Woody grabbed Spanish Buzz, clamped a hand over his mouth and hid behind some stuffed animals. Bo barely made it up to the dresser in time. Big Daddy came in carrying a laundry basket filled with Lulu's clothes. He was listening to his iPod and began to sing along with the song he was listening too.
"La, la, la, la,
You're not the only cuddly that was ever enjoyed by any boy
You're not the only choo-choo train that was left out in the rain
The day after Santa came
You're not the only cherry delight that was left out in the night
And gave up without a fight
You're not the only cuddly toy that was ever enjoyed by any boy.
Listening to Big Daddy sing as he folded and put away Lulu's clothes, Bo tried not to let the words of the song affect her.
You're not the kind of girl to tell your mother
The kind of company you keep
I never told you that I'd love no other
You must of dreamed it in your sleep
You're not the only cuddly that was ever enjoyed by any boy
You're not the only choo-choo train that was left out in the rain
The day after Santa came
You're not the only cherry delight that was left out in the night
And gave up without a fight
You're not the only cuddly toy that was ever enjoyed by any boy.
You're not the kind of girl to tell your mother
The kind of company you keep
I never told you that I'd love no other
You must of dreamed it in your sleep
You're not the only cuddly that was ever enjoyed by any boy
You're not the only choo-choo train that was left out in the rain
The day after Santa came
You're not the only cherry delight that was left out in the night
And gave up without a fight
You're not the only cuddly toy that was ever enjoyed by any boy.
La, la, la, la."
He finished the song and his chore and left the room.
'What an awful song,' Bo thought sitting down and hugging her sheep.
'Poor Bo,' Jessie thought watching her.
Soon enough, Lulu came home from school. She had the TV on in her room as she did her homework. The sound of Circus sounding music filled the room. Bo didn't pay too much attention until she heard Darla's voice. Bo looked on in shock.
Darla was on the TV, only she was in human form.
'Is she based on a real person?' Bo wondered idly. 'No wonder she's so full of herself!' Bo watched as human Darla turned into cartoon Darla. Bo didn't want to watch the show, but she had no choice.
She was surprised how similar the cartoon-Darla and toy-Darla were. The only differences seemed to be that the cartoon version was more toned down, less crazy and that she apologized when she was wrong.
All and all it wasn't a bad show, but that didn't mean Bo had to like it or her!
With her homework finished, Lulu began to play. Bo sighed inwardly. She already knew Lulu wasn't going to play with her, and she missed being played with. She frowned internally, not liking how Lulu was playing with Woody and Buzz, making both boys sound pompous.
Playtime ended when dinnertime came, then more playtime and then bedtime, and then finally the whole house was asleep. This meant it was time for Woody and Jessie's date.
Bo watched them leave Lulu's room on toy horseback. She climbed down off of the dresser to follow them and Darla, noticing she was leaving, followed her. Bo knew it was wrong to spy on them while they were on a date, but she had to see how Jessie acted with Woody when she thought no one was watching. If Jessie was faking her feelings for Woody, Bo would able to tell and then she could convince Woody that it was all a lie on Jessie's part.
Both Jessie and Woody laughed happily as they raced. It had been a tie. Woody, still on Bullseye, leaned over to Jessie and kissed her. She kissed him back.
They ended up becoming so passionate in their kiss that they ended up falling off Bullseye and Lady. They laughed as they hit the ground. Bullseye and Lady trotted off somewhere to be alone.
Woody and Jessie rolled around the grass some more, kissing each other.
"Jessie, Jessie, Jessie," Woody murmured softly, laying on his back. Jessie was lying on top of him, her knees bent. "Why didn't we do this sooner? Why didn't we become us sooner?" He sounded so happy—so content.
Jessie smiled at him, "Because we weren't ready to become us sooner. We both needed to be in other relationships to learn what to do and what not to do to make it work."
"When did you get to sounding so wise?"
"You're rubbing off on me."
"You mean something else besides my face paint?" Woody asked, laughing.
"You want to hear a secret?"
"Do tell."
"I always had a small crush on you," Jessie told him.
"Really?" Woody said smiling, sitting up slightly.
"It was hard not to," Jessie said. "Everything at Al's apartment had your face on it and then...watching the 'Round Up' episodes…"
"And then you met the real thing," Woody said ginning wider.
"And you were something else," Jessie told him dreamily.
"So why didn't you do something about your crush on me back when we were in Andy's room?"
"I kind of wanted to," Jessie admitted softly. "But I didn't want to be 'that girl."
"What about after…" Woody said, trailing off.
"I didn't want to be your rebounded girl."
"You to know a secret?" Woody asked her.
Jessie nodded.
"I had a crush on you too," He told her.
"You did?" Jessie asked in wonder.
"Yeah. That was one of the reasons I decided to stay at Al's apartment and go the museum," Woody admitted. "I never met any toy like you before, Jessie. You're just so wonderfully different. I mean...what other toy would hug me upside down while dancing and then...when telling me about you and Emily, you just looked so sad and pretty that I just ended up following my heart and not my head."
"I thought you were flirting with me when we were playing rescue the chitters from the burning barn."
"You didn't flirt back," Woody said, pouting.
"Well, I thought, but I wasn't sure and I didn't want to make a fool of myself. How come you didn't do anything about your crush on me back in Andy's room?"
"I guess it's kind of the reason why you didn't do anything about it. And then stuff happened. Plus I was never good at making the first move."
"Could have fooled me," Jessie smirked.
"Well, I couldn't think of anything else to do to get you stop talking and listen to me."
"You know, if we'd gone to the museum as planned, we probably would have become us a lot sooner," Jessie told him.
"Yeah and making out behind the Prospector's box in the dark," Woody added grinning as he was thinking about it.
"I see you've thought about it," Jessie said.
"Oh, I've thought about that a lot."
"Why Sheriff Woody, have you been fantasizing about me?" Jessie asked playfully.
"Before we started going together, yeah," Woody once again admitted, this time rather nervously. "You ever fantasize about me?"
"Maybe," Jessie said coyly.
"Oh come on!" Woody said pouting. "I told you one!"
"One?" Jessie said surprised.
"I-uh-I…you know I love your hair, right?" Woody stammered.
"Maybe I don't want to know about that one," Jessie said. "Okay, okay... You know how we got off the plane and how we celebrated? Well, I always fantasized that, instead of me jumping on your back, you would have taken me in your arms and kissed me like there was no tomorrow."
"I can kiss you like there's no tomorrow now," Woody offered.
"Please do," Jessie said.
Woody obliged.
From her hiding stop in the bushes Bo could see and hear everything. She was stunned beyond well reason after hearing Woody talk.
"Why are you torturing yourself?"came Darla's voice. Bo turned around in shock. There was a gentleness in her voice that surprised Bo. Bo started at her for a few minutes wondering how she got there and how she hadn't noticed her before. Darla was in a bright red leotard with a matching red-feathered cape.
"Woody." "Jessie." The two toys moaned between kisses.
"Come away now," Darla told Bo, the same gentleness in her voice. She placed her hands on Bo's shoulders and led her away from the lovers.
"He never loved me," Bo muttered when they got closer to the house, shaking. "He never loved me. It was all a lie. He was going to leave me to be with her. He always wanted her. He never loved me," She wasn't really speaking to Darla, just talking out loud. Darla led her back to Lulu's room and watched her climb up the dresser.
'This is getting out of hand,' Darla thought.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Spanish Buzz gazing at her adoringly. 'Ugh' Darla thought before smiling at him and coaxing him to follow her with her finger. Once out in the hallway Darla slammed her baton on the top of his head.
"Ow!" Buzz said, trying to cradle his head. "What I'd do?"
"You've been keeping secrets little Space Man," Darla said putting her hands on Buzz's shoulders and picking him up so he was eye level with her. "Now talk!"
"Mother," Buzz whimpered in fear.
"Yes Sweetie, tell Mother Darla all."
A/N So now we have just one more chapter to go. Isn't Darla delightfully fun? A/N