Bonjour mes amis! Hello my friends! It is so good to read your good reviews! So once again, thank you! You've made me feel very appreciated.

I'd just like to make a quick note before we begin. I've started another story! It's called "Oh Fish Scales" and it's in the Misc. Cartoons section of Fanfiction. If you want to, go ahead and check it out!

Now, I've told some of you before, this story is almost done. (Sob!) Please don't take this as a chance to completely forget about me! Once "Looks Can Be Deceiving" is finished, I'm going to start the sequel! There's just one problem: I have NO IDEA what to call it. So this is where you guys come in. In your reviews, if you could give me any ideas you have, I'd really appreciate it! I'd prefer an idiom as a title, but that's the only request I've got.

I don't own FOP. I still own Jenny, even though she's dead, and she ain't coming back. So all you people wanting to steal her away are out of luck! Lol, I'm just kidding.

Chapter 18

The first day of school without Jenny around was a nightmare for Timmy. Without her smiling face he barely survived. Timmy didn't talk and he didn't work. All he did was stare out of the window. He wouldn't even wince when Mr. Crocker threw an F in his face. That was the start of his sickness.

It got worse. Eventually Timmy got so sick he wouldn't eat. Everybody left him alone because nothing they said or did seemed to affect him. His friends couldn't help him, his enemies didn't scare him. Timmy's parents were too blind to see that he needed help. One day Wanda felt so angry with Timmy's parents she said to Cosmo, "They're too absorbed in their fun to see that their own flesh and blood needs help." Timmy overheard and muttered to them, "I wouldn't have gone to see the doctors anyway. They can't help me."

Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof were still assigned to Timmy because he was still miserable. But they found themselves getting more bored each day because Timmy wasn't making wishes. In fact, the only thing he had wished for was a bottle of vitamins to keep them from getting magic build up. "We're here to grant wishes and make you happy! Why won't you let us do that?" Wanda cried out in desperation one day. "You can't give me what will make me happy." Timmy muttered in response.

No one had to ask what Timmy wanted.

Every day turned into a routine. Timmy would get up, look at Jenny's pictures and watch the slideshow of him and Jenny together. He would cry. Then he went to school, and not do anything. He just sat. He wouldn't play, or concentrate on homework, or eat lunch with his friends. After school he came home and lay in bed, crying himself to sleep. It broke Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof's hearts to see Timmy like this, but they had already tried to help. Timmy wasn't letting anybody in.

The days turned into weeks, and the weeks definitely weren't kind to Timmy. He grew as skinny as a twig, and his body lost it's color, turning dull. His hair, which now was pale brown, grew greasy and matted. His body grew cold, and he shivered often, so he wore a grey hoodie with the hood over top of his pink hat. Nobody believed that Timmy could be saved.

A month after Jenny passed away there was another new student in Timmy's class. She strutted into the classroom, put her hands on her super-slim hips, and flashed the entire class a super white, perfect smile. "Hi! My name's Hannah Cooley. I just moved to the area from North Dimmsdale, so I got transferred to this school!"

"Well Hannah, now that you've so nicely interrupted our class, just sit beside AJ." Crocker handed her a worksheet, pointed to the empty desk beside the bald African American, then continued to mark a pile of papers.

Hannah sat in her seat and glanced down at the sheet. "Oh great, an English essay!" she thought, rolling her eyes. "Boring! Let's do something more fun. I'll get to know my classmates!"

She glanced around the room, mentally labelling each kid. "Too rude, too nerdy, too snooty, too weird…Hey wait a minute, who's that?"

There was a kid sitting in the very last row of seats, closest to the windows, and at the very front like Hannah and AJ were. He was just sitting there, staring ahead with a blank expression. Something about him interested Hannah. So she leaned over and poked AJ on the shoulder. "Hey AJ. Who's that?" She pointed to the kid.

AJ looked where her finger was directed. "Oh." he looked back down at his sheet and murmured uncomfortably, "That's my friend Timmy."

"He looks sick." Hannah mused. "What's wrong with him?"

"He's suffering from depression, but nobody knows why. He won't tell us what's bothering him." AJ's eyes were filled with sorrow. "My friends and I tried hard to help him, but nothing worked. So we just leave him alone now. Trying to do anything is pointless." He looked at Timmy again, then turned to Hannah and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Personally I think he's going through this because he lost somebody."

"Really? Who?" Hannah's curiosity was getting the better of her.

AJ shrugged. "There was a new girl who seemed to hit it off with Timmy. They went everywhere together! It was pretty obvious that they were falling for each other. Then one day she just stopped coming to class, and since then Timmy's been acting like this. I think she moved away without telling him or something." AJ finished explaining, then went back to work, leaving Hannah to ponder. All day, she kept staring at Timmy, thinking.

Finally the bell rang to go home. Timmy hopped on the bus, and sat at the very back. Hannah followed him with her binder in her hands. When she walked to the back of the bus, she faced him and gave a warm smile. "Hi. Can I sit here?" she asked. Timmy didn't speak, but he nodded. So Hannah plopped down beside him, and the bus started to move.

"My name's Hannah by the way." Hannah added, watching Timmy to see how he responded. "I'm in your class. With Mr. Crocker. He's pretty crazy huh?" Timmy didn't answer, he just stared out the window.

Eventually Hannah decided it was time to talk about the real reason she was on the bus. "So, I heard about your friend." she spoke in a low voice so that she didn't attract unwanted attention. "And I just wanted to say that I'm really sorry."

"That's what everybody says." Timmy mumbled, half to himself. "But that doesn't mean it helps."

"I know. Everybody always says they're sorry. It's just a way of trying to make you feel better. But they never fully understand, do they?"

Timmy didn't answer, so Hannah decided to keep talking. "They try and make you get over it, get used to living without that person. But your memories are still in your mind, haunting you. They never go away. Everywhere you look, something reminds you of that person you lost. Every little detail about that person, and the things you did together and the things you went through stay with you."

"You know that nothing will ever be the same." Timmy mumbled. "It feels like you're walking in a dream." Hannah continued. "And you can't wake up. But you want to wake up, so that you can see that person again and realize that they're still there."

"You wish that you had never had to say goodbye." Tears were falling down Timmy's face, but he never bothered to wipe them away. Suddenly he frowned and wrenched away from Hannah. "How do you know so much about losing someone?" He angrily asked. "Because I lost my best friend." Hannah whispered. "I went through exactly what you're going through. I couldn't get over the fact that she was gone. I didn't want to get over it. I didn't want to move on."

"You seem to be better now." Timmy mumbled. "Because one day I realized that I had to move on. Otherwise I'd die too. When I was sick, I was dying inside. And I remembered how my friend always wanted me to be happy. If I was sad, she'd be there for me. Since she wasn't there anymore, I had to make myself happy. I didn't want to die. Because if you die too, then you cause pain for other people that love you."

"How did you heal?" Timmy asked, still not looking at Hannah. "Everyday I got up and I started living life again. I started doing things to keep my mind occupied. I got interested in clothing designing and girl stuff that I had never liked before, like doing my hair and putting on makeup. So that started taking up my time. Pretty soon, I wasn't thinking about my lost best friend all the time. She was still in my heart and my memories, but I wasn't always thinking about her. That may sound terrible, but it helped."

Timmy finally looked at Hannah, and got a better look at her. She had long blonde hair. It was streaked blue in numerous places. Her eyes were blue, just like his. Right now she was wearing a white and black hippie headband in her hair. Her shirt was sky blue, with a large yellow smiley face in the middle. It had one shoulder. Her jean capris were bright neon yellow. On her feet were black pumps with heels that looked about 5 inches long. She wore 3 bracelets on her wrists. One was thick and black. The second was made with azure beads. The third one was a yellow sports bracelet with the words, "Peace. Love. Happiness." written on it.

Hannah smiled kindly at him. "There was one thing that really helped me move on." she said. "What?" Timmy whispered, his voice getting a little bit louder. This was the most he'd spoken in a long time.

"I talked to my friend every night. I would tell her everything. She was like a diary to me, only diaries don't really listen or give you comfort. But I knew she was listening, and that made me feel better."

At that moment the bus stopped at Timmy's house. "Well, I've got to go." Timmy said, getting up and into the aisle. "Okay. Bye Timmy." Hannah waved. "Here's my phone number. Just in case you want someone to talk to, or just someone to listen." she passed him a piece of paper.

Timmy accepted it and stuffed it into his pocket. "Thanks."

But just as Timmy turned to leave he stopped. Because there was something in his mind telling him to turn around. He didn't know what to do. So he used Hannah's advice. "Jenny? What should I do? This girl is really nice, and she's trying to help me. But I'm not sure whether or not to let her into my life."

At first there was no response. Then, just as Timmy was beginning to walk away in despair, he heard Jenny giggle in his mind. "You've got a good head on your shoulders Timmy. You know what to do. I love you." There was another giggle, and then silence.

Timmy's eyes were as wide as saucers. His breathing grew quicker as he took in what had just happened. Then he shook his head, completely ignoring the bus driver's cries of, "Hey kid! I don't have all day!" Jenny was right. He knew what to do.

He turned around. "Actually Hannah, do you want to come with me? I think my mom said something about baking chocolate chip cookies."

Hannah smiled and giggled. "Sure Timmy."

So they both walked off the bus to Timmy's house, where they spent the afternoon eating cookies, playing in the tree house, and talking.

This was the beginning of Timmy's healing.