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( Author's Note )
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Anyways This is Chapter 3, I was gonna wait a bit. Unlike my other fiction I just posted, 'Her Relationship' (Which is Mature) I don't have several chapters built up. So go into this knowing it'll be a week or so before I come back around. Maybe even longer.
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( Timmy's PoV )
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Timmy stretched out the next morning before his eyes opened. He felt oddly calm and relaxed, considering his father would be yelling in a few minutes, that he expected something to eat when he got out of the shower. No point in putting it off any longer, he thought to himself, as he sat up in bed. He rubbed his eyes before opening them. He wasn't in his room. It took him a moment to remember that he was at Tootie's house, and a bit longer to recall that he had come into Vicki's room the night before. No matter where his mind was at the moment, the fact that Vicki's room, of all places could calm him down, just felt weird and strange to him.
He got out of Vicki's bed slowly and quietly, planning to go back to the room Tootie and Vicki's parents said he could use, grab a change of clothes, and just pretend he didn't sneak into Vicki's room last night. The only one that would know would be Vicki, and he doubted that she would tell anyone. It was just embarrassing for her, as it was for him.
He made it past Tootie's room, then her parents room. Finally crept past the bathroom, that he heard water running from inside. If he was lucky, only him and Vicki were awake... he thought as he went into the room and closed the door. He looked around the room. It didn't look much different from the one back at his house, only that this one only held a few of his possessions. Not that he cared about the stuff that had been left. He was just happy that they'd bothered to go and get his things, though at the same time he was peeved that they had risked going into his house. Timmy assumed, that since he hadn't been home that day, his father had went to the bar to drink, and be able to eat since Timmy hadn't been there to cook for him.
He shook the thought out of his mind as he went to the few drawers that held his clothing. Grabbed an outfit, then waited on the bed. He'd wait until he heard the bathroom door open and close, then he would wait a bit for Vicki to get to her room. He didn't want to face her this morning. He knew that she'd tease him, even if she didn't tell anyone else. Imagine... hiding in your ex-babysitter's room at night, when you were fifteen. How humiliating, he thought as he heard the bathroom door open and close. He waited a few moments... but he didn't hear Vicki's door close. She could have went to the kitchen, he thought as he opened the door and peeked out.
No one was in the hallway as he made his way to the bathroom. Tootie's door was still closed, and he couldn't see any light coming from under the door. Good sign, he thought. Vicki's door was open still, just as it had been when he woke up. He opened the bathroom door and went inside, closing and locking it behind him. He started the shower, and stripped off his clothing. Then got under the stream of water, not having to wait for it to warm up. He didn't have much choice but to use Tootie and Vicki's soap and shampoo, since his didn't get brought over. He wasn't upset, or even sad that those items hadn't been remembered. They hadn't had to get anything of his at all, he thought as he cleaned himself.
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He slowly and quietly made his way through his house, up the stairs and into his room. It didn't look like his dad was home, but still he wasn't taking chances, he could have taken a cab home, and left his car at a bar. He'd come back for a few things that Vicki and her mother had missed. One being his toiletries, the other was a box that was inside the box-spring of his mattress. Couldn't blame them for missing that last one. He had been hiding that since he was twelve. In the beginning he had saved up most of his allowances to buy a car when he turned sixteen. And he added to it every time he got his allowance, and whenever he got extra money, from helping neighbors or something. However the last few months, ever since his father started beating on him, he was no longer interested in a car, it was supposed to be money he'd use to run away.
He pulled the box out from it's hiding place, and opened the box. Inside the box sat close to eight thousand dollars. Though it looked like a lot more, since it was mostly ones and fives. He had always planned to take some to the bank to change out for larger bills, but always forgot.
He grabbed his basket of toiletries from the bathroom on the way out and back down the stairs. The entire time he expected his father to just appear out of no where and grab him, keeping him from returning to Vicki's. But as he strode across the lawn, and onto the street, he relaxed some. No one was coming after him.
"Timmy!" He about jumped out of his skin, when Vicki's car pulled up next to him. He let out a sigh of relief. "Why did you go back there?"
"This..." he held up his basket with his soap, shampoo, conditioner, toothbrush and tooth paste in it.
"Oh... Sorry, I didn't think about that when I was there. Here get in," She leaned over the seat and opened the door. "I gotta make a run to the mall, you don't mind tagging along, right?"
"I guess not." Besides, it would give him a chance to spend time with Vicki. Ever since she invited him in, he'd felt oddly strange about Vicki. Despite his better judgment, he felt safe around her, wanted to be near her.
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( Vicki's PoV )
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Maybe she should have dropped him off at her house, she thought as she looked over at Timmy, who had been stuck to her hip since they left the car. It wouldn't have been so bad, if an elderly lady hadn't come up to them while they were shopping and commented on what a cute young couple they were. Then the older lady hadn't stayed long enough for her to correct her. Not that the lady was quick... just when the words left the elderly ladies mouth, Timmy started choking on a piece of candy. So it was either correct they lady, or let the boy choke to death.
However completely random, it did cause her to think about the boy next to her some. He was pretty cute for a Twerp, albeit young. He had filled out since his youth... though, he couldn't get much twerpier than he already had been. But he was still so small. He didn't get taller like the other boys had. She looked over to him as he walked next to her, hell she was still a couple inches taller. Well she glanced at him, looking directly might make him notice her. He seemed happy, calm even. Something she hadn't seen from the boy since, well, before the other night. Except this morning when she woke up after he had slipped into her bed. It seemed innocent enough though. He hadn't tried anything that she was aware of. He just slept there. But he seemed happy now. Was it because of her?
Strange thought... but maybe.
"Hey, Timmy?" Vicki noticed he stopped a moment after she did.
"Yeah?" He asked looking at her, his face no longer looking calm or happy. It was blank. A common look he had on his face, when he wasn't crying. Like a mask.
"Uh... Well you see... I was curious, you seem, I don't know. Happier, around me." She rubbed the back of her neck slightly. "So... uh. Why?"
"I don't know what you mean..." But the mask he quickly put on seemed to be cracking. His stoic face started to look worried. Was he afraid that if she thought something made him happy, she'd crush it... Well then again, she was Vicki... and that is something she would have once done.
"I'm not mad about it. I'm not, really. I'm just... confused." Vicki looked down to the floor. "I mean... Shit. I'm... Me! I mean come on I'm like... I don't even know." She sighed.
"I've... always..." she could almost see the internal struggle going on in his head. "You see... I always rejected Tootie, because I didn't like her the way she liked me. I always saw her as a sister," That much she could have told him on her own... but that wasn't even what she asked. "But that's not the complete truth. Y-You see. I've always had... something, I don't even know what it is. But I've always had some thing for you. Just deep feelings... I used to wish that I didn't. Just because it's... not right." He could have told her he was an alien, and then proven it to her, and she wouldn't have been more surprised. "Even when I was younger. Yeah... you were always yelling, and mean, at and to me. But you always made sure I ate, made sure I got to bed. Even kept the bullies off my back for the most part. Yeah... so you weren't nice about it, and you did it your way. But you did it. You were there. A lot of my past is blurry and hazy.
"I don't know if it's 'cause I forgot most of my childhood, or if my brain's all messed up from being hit in the head, one too many times. But The one thing I remember... is that you were there. Since I was eight when I called you, until I was thirteen. Then I always saw you when I came to visit Tootie." She wanted to interrupt him. Wanted to agree, suggest that maybe he did need to have a C.A.T. Scan done of his head, but she couldn't. "I remember when I first called you. My parents had left me alone. I was scared, and alone. I'd never been left alone before. Saw some commercial on TV about you. So I called. Then you showed up. I thought then you had the prettiest eyes, and hair. I had never seen anyone with red hair, before then. And I haven't seen anyone else with pink eyes. So, even then I think I had a crush on you... Then you went from being sweet, to bitter... And I don't know. I just never stopped seeing you look pretty I guess." His face back to stoic... He just looked at her. Not much else to say, she guessed.
Vicki just couldn't get her mind to wrap around it. Timmy Turner. Timothy Tiberius Turner had some kind of feelings for her. Enough so, he'd turned down all of her sister's advances, a girl that would do anything for him, before he finished asking for it. Every teen-aged boy's fantasy... for her? No... she had to have misunderstood. She replayed what he said in his mind over and over again. She had to miss something.
"I... I need to sit down." She muttered walking over to one of the benches. She put her head, which was starting to hurt, in her hands. "Okay. So tell me again. Not all of it. Just... simply... what do you mean?"
"I like you Vicki. More than I think I should. More than Tootie liked me." Whoa there boy... Even bears don't like salmon more than Tootie was in love with him. She should know, she shared a wall with the barely post teen girl. And given some of the girls past muttered fantasies... followed by sounds that she was sure Tootie didn't know her pillow didn't muffle, that there was no way... he liked her more than Tootie liked him.
"D-Don't you think... that Tootie would make a better match for you? I mean I'm not telling you to go... uh... bang my sister or anything. But she'd do anything for you..." Best leave some of the things Tootie would do out of it. Some of the things she'd heard... hell she wouldn't even let someone she loved do most of it.
"I tried. I just can't feel that way about her. You think I don't know you're an adult and I'm a minor? I know. And it's messed up, because I can't feel any other way. Even when I came to your house that night... in my mind I called you the bane of my existence... not because you were mean. But because you will always be unattainable for me." He sat down, obviously frustrated. "I mean I was looking for Tootie that night. I didn't expect you to open the door. I needed comfort... needed something to release the stress inside. I was going to force myself... to... you know, be with her. Anything for comfort... But then you answered the door, and I faltered. Then, she wasn't home... then when she got home I was fixated on you again!"
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The rest of the shopping trip went by in silence. Neither having much to say on the matter, actually... Timmy didn't have anything else to say in the matter, she just hadn't figured out what, and how to say anything. So she just followed him around the mall, various stores and places. Until it was time for her to get what she had been sent out for. She would be a little late getting back, but she was sure her mother wouldn't be too upset. Then again, they never got too upset with her. Even though, she had an excuse. Timmy. Him... and the fact that he had dropped this huge thing on her lap.
So she had been thinking about what she could say to him. He already knew that she was an adult, and he was a minor, so she didn't have to tell him that... she should reinforce it though. She should tell him that people would look at him strange... might even think he was insane for liking her. She should tell him that, there were other girls more deserving, that had better figures, better attitudes, his age! She should tell him all of that, and more. But the entire time they had been shopping, to the point she was now alone in her room sitting in her computer chair, trying to forget everything watching some movie on her TV... She kept thinking that she didn't want to tell him all of those things. Not at all.
Some... creepy, sweet... creature, inside her, wanted to tell the boy, it could happen. Told her that she should embrace the boy. That if he liked her, she should count herself lucky. Seriously, it wasn't like she had guys banging down the door to be with her. Hell, she hadn't even had a date... not since high school where she made a boy go out with her. But here was this... cute, albeit young, boy who had feelings for her, strange as they might be. Strange? No. The boy's explanation made sense. It did. She could see the attachment, and how he could have feelings for her. What was strange was that while he explained it to her. She could feel something.
Okay, so she couldn't say she liked the little twerpy boy from the moment, that she had seen him. To her, he was just another kid that would try to break the rules. That she had watch for spending money. Cause she couldn't ask her family. No. At the time, she could have demanded her parents to. But at the time, she knew the financial situation... and she couldn't force them to lose the house... not when she would also be homeless. She had been cruel, not stupid. So she had to babysit brats to have spending money. So in her eyes, he was just another brat that she would have to watch. How was she supposed to know, that out of all the kids, he actually gave her the least trouble? That he always cleaned up when told to. That most of the time, he would stay in his room, and not even bother her?
So what was strange... Was the fact that she liked this boy. Had liked him even when he was younger. She had picked on him, and tormented him the most, despite being the best kid she babysat. She remembered her and her mother's short exchange back at Timmy's house."This isn't like me at all. I'm not this touchy feely person. I mean, you of all people know I wasn't very nice. And he got it from me the worst." Vicki had said, then her mother had replied,"Well. Maybe that should tell you something right there." She didn't understand it at the time. Just figured it was... just a reply. Normal girls... when younger pick on the boys they like. But she had been much too old for that... Then again, Vicki never liked boys... not until she hit her teens. Mainly because, she didn't like people. Didn't trust people. Was scared of people... which was why she put up a cold front, until she turned bitter. So maybe that picking on boys thing... had laid dormant for all those years until...
"Bah! No one would understand though." She thought about if something... could happen between them. No one would understand. They would just see a babysitter... taking advantage of one of the boy's she had babysat. Why did this have to happen to her now... Well it didn't just happen, something in her mind told her. You just realized that it happened a long time ago, it continued. "No... this can't... couldn't have... freaking damn it!"
"Are you alright Vicki?" Tootie's voice came from her doorway. "I heard you muttering... and grumbling... and when you yelled 'Damn it' I was worried something was wrong."
"Tootie..." Damn it! That was another obstacle. Her sister was madly in love with Timmy... like seriously, crazy, kinky sex acts, madly in love with him. If... something... could ever happen. How could she do that to her sister? It wasn't her fault that Timmy liked her... then again it wasn't completely her fault she liked him back... she couldn't stop liking him... she knew she couldn't... she wanted to, and couldn't. "I don't know... just a lot on my mind."
"Timmy?" Tootie said looking towards her. "I'm worried too. And I know you think it's because of my insane crush on him, but that's not it. Honestly I gave up on that crush years ago. Not that I don't think he's still hot, and sexy. But, I think... if anything was ever going to happen between me and him, it would have by now... but that's not the point. The point is, he has been kinda distant today... Okay, so MORE distant than before. Is that why you're all moody?"
"Yeah, kind of. We had a talk today. And It seems that he didn't think I was completely evil, or mean." She left out the parts about how he confessed his feelings towards her, but she told her the rest. "So, I'm just... frustrated."