The New Year
Yosh, back again. I wanted to try and get this chapter updated a little sooner than later.
Please leave a review and without further adieu, here's chapter 3.
Also, read the bottom where my other A/N is.
Timmy could feel a multitude of beads of sweat appear on his forehead. They hid from just beneath the surface of his skin, unnoticeable to anyone but him. But as Francis bear down with his immense presence, he could feel those beads fighting to be released.
"Now? Of all times, he chooses now?!" the brunette said in his head. He should've seen this coming, though, for Francis was becoming even more aggressive over the summer. He should've known that on the first day back in school that the kid was going to come for him. But he could hardly care about any of that now, all he wanted to do was see if Poof was alright. Raking his fingers through his head, Timmy felt nothing but anxiety as he could find his little brother anywhere.
"Come on, come on. Where are you?!" he was starting to scream in his head. He noticed a shift of light as Francis's shadow moved slightly. Looking back at the boy in front of him, Timmy saw that he had leaned over. Even so, Francis was still half a head taller than him. Timmy also noticed that his smiled had turned upside down, showing a change in his attitude.
Frowning, as if he were no longer amused by Timmy's antics, the school bully said "What are you waiting for Turner? I said hit me. What, are you afraid that I missed the little bug?" The smile returned as Francis started to tease him. "Or are you just disgusted with the idea of having one touch you. Who knows, maybe I did get. Maybe its guts were scattered all over your head when I made it go splat."
A lightning bolt stroke Timmy as his eyes widen with shock. What if Francis didn't miss, what if something bad, really bad, just happened. Timmy felt all feeling drain from his body until he was empty of all emotion. He felt so light, as if he would've fell over if a breeze passed by, and at the same time he felt as if his body were filled with lead, so tight and constricted that he couldn't move. Then he felt angry, so angry that he could feel his fingernails bite the palms of his hand as his fist tightened. He avoided eye contact, if he actually looked at the murderer that stood before him, he would've lost it.
"You want me to hit you?" Turner's voice was low and cold. It gave hint to storm he was about to unleash on Francis. "You really want me to hit you that badly?"
Francis eyes glinted with glee as he said "Don't make me beg, Turner. I've been waiting an entire week for this, you already got me prancing after you like Tootie. So stop holding out on me and hit me with all you got!"
Timmy threw his head up as he locked eyes with Francis. This guy wanted brunette to hit him so badly, why not oblige him. He might not have lasted long against this titan, but Timmy was going to grant his wish right here and now. But before he could so much as lift the fist that he had been preparing to punch Francis with, Timmy noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Something was off about Francis' forehead, particularly the purple dot that was resting in the middle on it. Looking closer, Timmy felt his heart miss a beat as he realized it was Poof.
"He must've poofed away before Francis hit him...that or Francis just has really bad aim," Timmy let out a long breath that he didn't realize he was holding. His little brother was okay and that was one problem solved. Yet there was still another waiting right in front of him. Francis was growing impatient, his lips curled up reveal his teeth and his face gave birth to a scowl. Of coarse, with Poof sitting right in the middle of his forehead, the giant looked more ridiculous and less terrifying. It was all Timmy could do suppress the laughter he could feel coming from inside himself. Yet a single chuckle escaped his own self discipline.
"What's so funny?" Francis threatening voice only made the brunette smirk up towards the bully. Taking a step forward, Francis added "And what's with that look on your face? Don't mock me you little-"
"Who conquered and raised the largest empire in the world?"
Francis stopped his advance, and stood there stunned. "Wh-what?"
Shaking his head, Timmy looked the giant in the eye and said "You wanted me to hit you. Remember?"
"O-oh. Oh!" A glint went off the Francis' eyes, as if he had just returned from a dream. "Genghis Khan, right?"
Nodding, Timmy asked "And this country was?"
"Mongolia! From Northern China, all the way to Persia."
"What's the smallest unit of life?"
"A cell!"
"What's the smallest unit of matter?"
"An atom!"
"Is lemon juice an acid or a base?"
"Acid!"
Thus, the two continued on with their little review session. Timmy would ask and Francis would answer. It all started back in the beginning of summer before school started this year. Not everyone was a genius like AJ, but many of them could still pass their classes and still avoid summer school. Even Timmy and Chester who were no where near on the same level as their rocket science friend could do that much at the least. On the other hand, Francis wasn't one of these kids. He spent his entire summer coming right back to this school while everyone else enjoyed their vacations elsewhere. Forced to walk these long and empty halls, save for the other kids who were just as unlucky as he was, and endure school all over again.
Or, at least, he would have if Timmy hadn't shown up. Turner voluntarily took on the task of tutoring and studying with Francis. Such an idea was almost unheard of or rather it was unthinkable. Francis bullied just about anyone at school who wasn't popular, a staff member, and/or another bully. Timmy didn't fit into any of those three categories and was formally a prime target for Francis' harassment, in some ways he still was. But at the moment, at the beginning of summer vacation, Timmy pitied the bully. The brunette had seen the world and so much more a thousand times over. And, though, he would one day never remember it, he knew that at the rate Francis was going the giant would never experience it.
Besides, he hardly ever went on vacation with his human parents unless he had unwittingly got caught up in an irreversible situation or was brought along as an excuse. And no matter how much time he spent at school, his fairy godparents could change that in an instant. Spending time and, dare say he, making friends with Francis was a bit new. Studying with him was easier than what Timmy had thought at first. He wasn't a genius like AJ, but he did have fairies to make up for a lot things. He was so successful that he got Francis to be granted a pardon from summer school so long as the brunette kept tutoring him. Every now and then, they had 'hit me' sessions. In which, Timmy would 'hit' Francis with a few random questions.
"-The best way to tell if any number is divisible by three is to add the individual digits." Francis stopped for a moment to regain his breath, his head lowered . Looking back up to Timmy, he asked "How'd I do?"
With a grin, the smaller boy said "You got them all."
"Yes!" The giant hissed with a riotous grin on his and pumped his fist in the air "That test is mine, I'll force my into the six grade with everything I got. And it's all thanks to you."
Rubbing the back of his forehead, Timmy shrugged and said "Don't thank me, thank the internet." Landing a powerful slap on the smaller boys back, Francis laughed heartedly.
"To the cafeteria, I need some grub in my gut before I meet with the teachers." Francis ushered the boy down the hall as he continued to gloat about how he was going to demolish the test like he demolished all the little boys and girls. Doing his best not fall behind, or down, Timmy followed. Poof had flown from the giant's forehead and landed on Timmy's inner collar. Letting out a deep breath, the boy was silently grateful that everything had turn out alright. Then he silently chastised himself for nearly trying to fight Francis. He had done stupid things before in his life, and then he had done really stupid things before in his life. It didn't take any genius to figure out which one he was about to do.
"Poof?" the little fly fairy sent Turner a questioning look. Shaking his head, Timmy just smiled. He should've known Poof could've handle himself.
A few minutes later, the trio entered the student cafeteria. The lines were long, the tables were nearly full, and the entire place was bustling with life. Students were everywhere, talking with one another and sharing their own stories about summer vacations. At first, Timmy was amazed to see some many people concentrated into one area. Not that he had never seen it before, it was just that it was always more interesting and exciting to see people of his own age getting together like this.
Looking throughout the crowd, he tried to find his own friends that he knew were somewhere out there in the sea of children. Scanning the area near the table where they usually sat at, he saw a few hands sticking out in the air. Chester, AJ, Sanjay, and Elmer where all waving at him, even Elmer's boil was bobbing up and down. Trying not to laugh, Timmy waved back over to them.
"Looks like we'll be sitting in the same spot as always, now if I could just get past this long line-" the boy stopped short when he turned to the line that hand been in front of him just a moment ago. Some of the kids were laying on the floor while others pressed against the wall. Before the brunette could say anything, he saw Francis all the way at the front of the line and beckoning Timmy to follow. With a shy grin and a nervous chuckle, Turner carefully picked his way through the kids lying on the ground that were formally a part of a well organized line. Finally making his way over to Francis, the two proceeded to get their lunch before heading off towards the table.
"Hey, hey, hey Timmy. Good to see you after all this time," AJ greeted the boy warmly.
"Dude, what's up?!" Chester fist bumped his friend for the first time in months. Taking his seat amongst his life long friends, Timmy made happy greetings with each of the individuals. He was about to dig in when he remembered that he had forgotten about Francis. Looking up, he saw the giant standing over Sanjay and Elmer. Like with Timmy, his shadow inhaled both of the boys in its sinister darkness. The boys didn't bother to turn and acknowledge Francis, they were already to frighten to do little more than shake in their seats. Chester and AJ were looking in Francis' direction, they just avoided making eye contact with him.
"Cough, mind if I join you?" his voice was low, and had come off as a dangerous threat to the most of the boys at the table. Timmy, though, had learned that this was Francis' friendly voice back during the summer. Gesturing to the space between Sanjay and Elmer, Timmy welcomed him.
"Guys, you know Francis?" said Timmy as he took a sip of his milk.
"Um, yeah...hi Francis," Chester offered a weak greeting, and could feel the sweat grow his face when Francis smiled back.
"Well, I spent the summer with him and it turns out he's actually a nice guy," the boy said before turning to the giant "right, Francis?"
"Yep, totally nice." He gave another one of his blood curdling smiles. "And since you guys are friends with Turner and I'm friends with Turner, I say we should just all be friends from now on."
Everyone, minus Timmy and Poof, swallowed hard. Taking his seat between Sanjay and Elmer, Francis began to chow down. It was quiet in the beginning, and a bit nerve wracking, but, surprisingly enough, the mood of the table had settled down a bit. None of the boys thought they would ever think this, but having lunch with Francis wasn't so bad when he wasn't taking yours away. They even started to relax.
"Hey Elmer, hit me."
"AAHHH!" and just like that Elmer broke the silence with a short but effective shriek. Though it was lost to the crowd, who didn't seem to be paying any attention, it startled each of the boys.
"Fool! A boy acts on his fear, a MAN acts on his hate!" Elmer's boil, Bob, spoke up.
"But I am a boy, and I am afraid," the self-proclaimed boy responded. Looking back at the table, Elmer was greeted with the stares of the other sitting with him. Knowing that he had caused a scene, he tried to wave it off as nothing more than a performance. Francis scratched his head, seemingly to be in thought.
"Um, Elmer, sorry about that. What I really wanted to do was ask if you could help me with this," Francis pulled out a few sheets of paper that had questions, writings, and formulas all over them. Tentatively, Elmer reached over and grabbed the sheets. Looking them over, a frown appeared on Elmer's face as he became confused.
"I don't get it," he said before turning to Francis. "I don't need to do your homework, all of these are complete."
"Well yeah, I finished it myself. Timmy said it would feed my brain to do it, but I wanted to ask your opinion on it."
"M-me?" Elmer pointed to himself.
"Yeah, you're smart. No offense, Sanjay. You are to, I just asked Elmer first."
"Non taken."
Elmer was a little skeptical at first, but he turned to the paper before him again. He looked confused for at first, when a scowl appeared to replace it.
"Something wrong?" asked Francis.
"Yeah. You have all of the right numbers, they're just in the wrong place."
Reaching across the giant that sat in between them, Sanjay said "Let me take a look a that." Handing him the paper, Elmer sat patiently with Francis as Sanjay read over the problems.
"Oh yeah, I see what's wrong."
"You do?" Francis piped up.
"Yep, see what you want to do is-" and just like that Sanjay and Elmer began to educate Francis on the correct way of solving the problem. The trio were so entangled and engrossed in their conversation that whatever borders or lines they drew from before started to whither away. Sanjay and Elmer were so enthusiastic in teaching Francis that you wouldn't even know they once fear him. And Francis was just as interested in listening to them that you would think he were a model student, besides the fact he still looked pretty terrifying. As they continued their conversation, the three boys hardly noticed the other three boys that were watching them. Stunned and dumb with disbelief, Chester and AJ just stared at the sight that had unfolded before.
"No. Way."
"I'm a genius, and I never could have thought of how to make this happen."
Smiling, Timmy said "It may be a little difficult at first, guys, but I hope you can accept him. Francis is...still violent on many occasions, but he's not that bad when you get to know him better." The two were silent as they thought it over, it was half a minute later when they responded.
"Man, whoever thought I'd be friends with Francis," said Chester. "I guess that as long as he doesn't try to ask me for help with homework I could give it a try."
"I don't know what you were thinking Timmy. But, sure, why not?" replied AJ before he gestured to Sanjay, Francis, and Elmer. "I know you guys are behind on what they're saying, but I understand them perfectly. Who knows, maybe Francis is a latent genius."
The boys laughed. Timmy felt better, for it was the first, easy laugh he heard from the table. Things were really settling back into normal, with the addition of their new member. Just as the brunette was about to start eating his lunch, he eyes caught something far more interesting than food. All the way across the cafeteria, sitting at a table with only four people, was Trixie Tang.
Timmy could feel the blood rushing to his face. There she was, a blazing star surrounded by cold rocks. No one in the entire school could compare to this young lady, she was the queen of the popular kids and the entire school. It was just then that Timmy remembered why had came here, besides to greet old friends and introduce new ones. Reaching into his pocket, Timmy moved his hand around to feel for a specific item. He could've sworn that he place it in there the night before, just in case he forgot, or happened to be poofed to school immediately after falling into a deep sleep where he would confronts ghosts and fireballs. Stuff happens.
Timmy's heart stopped as he felt the tip of his finger glide ever so slightly across a sheet of paper that had been folded neatly. Closing his fist around it, ever so gently, he pulled it out. Looking at the piece of paper, Turner could feel his mind going into somewhat of a trance. He had been debating on whether or not if this was the correct choice of action. He was starting to feel self-conscious about this, for a moment he thought about not going at all. But suddenly, he found that he was already standing up. His body, already drilled into walking over to Trixie's table from experience, had recognized the hour of the time. Even though his mind had not been with him just yet, it seemed Turner would not be late for the event that was about to unfold. There were whispers to his side and he realized his friends had turned their attention on him. They to, were very familiar with Timmy's advances on Trixie. It was almost like a show to them, for Timmy was almost always shut down and thrown away, literally. Today would be no different than any other day.
Or so they thought.
As Timmy walked towards the table that belong to the popular kids he could feel the atmosphere around him change. With each step towards the table, a particular silence in the cafeteria became audible. At first, he thought it was in his head. Then, when he turned his head to look at his sides, he noticed that he was being watched by some of the other students. Not all of students in the cafeteria were watching him, or much less seemed to acknowledge him as he walked by. But the few that did told him that they to were interested in seeing what would happen. It was still made him a little nervous, though. Plenty of boys from his grade level would be willing to step into a line if it meant having a few seconds with Trixie. So why were they staring at him.
All of a sudden, a shadow had been casted over Turner. It was all he could do to duck as some random kid went flying over his head. It was then that Timmy remembered Trixie's bodyguard, The Bouncer. As the brunette looked in front of him, he saw the man standing right next to the popular kids' table. This man was a living fortress, dwarfing all of the students and teachers. His hobby was throwing kids like ragdolls into the nearest trash can. Timmy frowned as his memory of The Bouncer returned to him, he learned long ago through first hands experience just how much The Bouncer loved his job.
Looking directly at the table the grown man was defending, Turner decided to inspect the masters who were holding the leash to this mad dog. On one side was Tad and Chad, the popular boys. Tad was a blonde with blue eyes, while Chad had black hair and Turquoise eyes that looked blue at first. Both were wearing purple jackets and slick, black sunglasses. Timmy and anyone else with half of a brain knew just how snobbish these two were. To anyone who wasn't deemed worthy of being popular, these kids were the worst. They actively sought to make fun of those who were poor. Timmy had confronted them a few times before, and he either felt the stings of their insults or enjoyed the victories he won against them.
Turning his head to the other side of the table, Timmy saw a blonde girl known as Veronica. She was a top cheerleader in the school and Trixie's lieutenant, so that meant her own ranking in the hierarchy sometimes exceeded that of Tad and Chad. Though that wasn't always the case, even she wasn't completely safe from their harassment. She wasn't necessarily a bad girl, though Timmy sometimes saw her as the crazy one. For some reason, whenever he came into a close range of her every now and then, he felt as if Tootie were somewhere near by. But that didn't actually mean that the pigtailed girl was somewhere close to him. For though he knew Tootie was a natural stalker, he also knew that it was to much of a coincidence for her presence to always be close to him went he walked by Veronica. Timmy didn't know why he always felt a piece of her emanating from the blonde, and he didn't want to know. End of subject.
Finally, his gaze rested upon his main person of the group. Trixie sat right next to Veronica while watching something on her expensive looking tablet. She was so entranced in what she watching that she didn't notice her guards hurling boys like sack of potatoes. For the moment, Timmy was okay with that, it gave him the moment to look at her. She was a beautiful young lady, raven black hair and pale blue eyes. She wore a pink hair band along with a matching sweater and white skirt. Undisturbed by any outside source, she had an innocent smile painted across her face. For a moment, Timmy wondered if he should've continued or back away. The plan that he had accumulated over the summer was outrageous, he wasn't even sure what the results would be like. He had only ever tried this once before on her, and at the time they were under different circumstances.
Just when he had gotten close enough to be heard, Timmy opened his mouth to greet the popular kid. But giant hand had suddenly came from out of nowhere and grabbed his shoulder.
"Crap, I forgot about the bouncer" he said in his head as he realized the situation he was in. He had completely forgotten about the wall of human muscle he would have to pass if he wanted a moment with Trixie. Timmy could feel the bouncer easily lifting the boy up as if he were lighter than what he actually was. Timmy closed his eyes for knew what was coming next, he was going to be rolled up like a basketball and then be used like one. He were as lucky as he originally thought he was, there would only be soft things in the trash can. Suddenly, however, the bouncer stopped lifting Turner any higher off the ground than the few inches he already was. At first, Timmy thought he was trying something different. But he had a feeling that something was off. The bouncer's grip had become tighter on the boys should, Timmy could feel the tension that was building up in the man's hand and even his arm. It was as if he were fighting against something. Then, when the bouncer started to lower the boy back down, Timmy knew something was wrong.
Opening his eyes to see what exactly was going on, Timmy was dumbfounded to see Francis standing over him. The larger boy had his hand over the bouncer's wrist; using his strength to not only stop him from throwing Timmy, but also forcing him to put the brunette down. Of coarse, that might have also been because the bouncer was already lifting one thing that had some weight, but it was an incredible feat nonetheless for twelve year old boy.
"How about you let my friend go?" Francis had a crazed smile over his face. Timmy recognized it as excitement for action, Francis was actually getting ready to make a move. Not knowing whether to feel releeved that his newfound friend had a sense of loyalty or to be frighten that one giant was about to face off against the other, Timmy remained quiet. The Bouncer had turned his gaze on Francis, seeming to consider the best way to throw this kid. He probably would done it to, if Timmy's target hadn't come to their rescue.
"Oh. My. Gosh. It's you," a sweet and feminine voice came from behind the bouncer. Stepping to the side, the bouncer revealed his charge to the young boy. Standing at the same height as Timmy, was Trixie Tang herself. She must've finished what she was watching and became intrigued with what was taking her guard so long to toss the next unwanted guess. She wore a smile on her face and her eyes twinkled brightly.
"Is she...happy to see me?" Timmy questioned the idea.
"Tammy!" Trixie said delightfully.
"Timmy," he corrected her
"Tommy!" she exclaimed just as happily.
Letting out an sigh inside himself, Timmy decided that was about as close as she was going to get to saying his name. She did this with just about anybody who wasn't one of the popular kids. Save for the one vowel, she had done a great job. Turning to her guard, Trixie smacked him on the hand that was holding Timmy by the shoulder.
"Let go of him you big meanie, don't you know who he is?!" she said. Almost immediately, the bouncer released his grip from Turner's shoulder before breaking off Francis' grip with a circular karate chop. Smiling, as if he were on the verge of playing a fun game, Francis winked at Timmy before walking back to the table where the rest of their friends were. No doubt, from the looks on their faces and the high fives Francis was receiving, Timmy could tell they were approving of their new friend. Feeling a tug on his left arm, Timmy saw that Trixie had entwined her right arm around it and was leading him back to the table. Blushing slightly, he easily followed.
"Guys, guess who I found," the queen called upon her subjects. Looking up, the popular started smiling. Not exactly sincere smiles, not from Tad or Chad at least, kind of more like amused smiles.
"Well if isn't Turner," said Tad.
"What a pleasant surprise," added Chad.
"Um...hi," Veronica squeaked.
At first, Timmy couldn't think of anything to say. So he nodded as Trixie pulled him into the seat right next to her. Still curious as to how and why he was being so warmly, Timmy sat quietly and waited to see what exactly was going on. His confusement must shown on his face at some point because Tad and Chad started to laugh.
"Trixie, I don't think he even knows what he's doing here."
Frowning, Trixie asked "What do you mean?"
"It's pretty obvious he hasn't recognized the increase in his own popularity around here," Chad replied. "He's so used to hanging around the lowlifes so much that he hasn't caught wind of it."
Timmy didn't bother responding directly to Chad over his half-complement half-insult, partly because he had dealt with his condescending attitude before and simply was above caring. And also because he was curious as to what he was talking about. He was popular? What for? Turning to Trixie, he asked "I'm popular?"
Pulling her tablet over so that Timmy could see what the popular were looking, Trixie answered "You're all over the internet." Timmy saw that it was a video on YouTube that Trixie had finished watching. Pushing replay, Timmy waited patiently as it buffered and loaded. When it was done, the screen opened up onto a sleeping Timmy Turner in class who had his head down on his desk and a bowl with three goldfish in front on him of. Timmy could feel his face grow cold and pale as he realized what it was that he was watching exactly.
"I should probably speed this up, it takes three minutes for it to get to the good part," said Trixie she placed her finger on the screen and speed it up. Three minutes later, and still counting, the Timmy woke up with a shout and was out of breath from the nightmare he just had. When he seemed regain his sanity, the boy turned to his pets and with them his dreams of the world he just returned from. The real Timmy that was watching the video didn't pay any attention to what the one in the video was saying, he already knew what was going to happen. Instead he checked to see just how many views it had gotten. His jaw dropped when it showed six thousand, four hundred, and ninety-three.
"How could this happen?! It hasn't even been fifteen minutes sense then!" he said in his head. He also saw that there were already some comments underneath the video.
"A magnificent story of how one boy approaches the mortality of his goldfish."
"This kid is so wise, I remember when my pet hamster died. My parents told me that it had turned into the pet frog they had got me, but I always knew the truth..."
"I love the fish. They're like 'Uh-Cool story bro.'"
"Totally FAKE!"
"Like this if you cry ever time."
"I go to school with this guy!"
Just then, Tad and Chad burst out with laughter. Timmy felt his cheeks burn as the circulation of blood returned instantly.
"Sorry, it just gets me every time," said Tad as he wiped away a tear.
"So tell me, Turner, how's it feel to come out of the closet. Or should I say fishbowl," Chad's choice of words caused both him and Tad to erupt into new fits of laughter.
Timmy knew that when he first came to table, that he would have to brace himself for whatever jeers any of the popular kids might throw at him. He had mentally prepared himself a hundred times over ever since he thought of this plan during the summer, and a thousand times over ever since he started asking Trixie out. By now, he was so used to it that what they said usually washed over him like a river over and around a rock. He was virtually impenetrable to their thoughts, but that didn't stop the embarrassment he was getting right now.
"Ooh, how did you come up with that wonderful performance?" Trixie asked all of a sudden.
"Huh?"
"You know, the confession to your pet goldfish," she said in a curious tone. "I mean it was brilliant. You're a genius like that what's-his-name kid, JJ. When did you find the time to come up with something that funny. It was hilarious!" At this, Timmy smiled lightly. He finally remembered why he was here to begin with. He needed to give his note to Trixie, he couldn't afford to loose this opportunity. Glancing down at his closed fist, Timmy felt the piece of folded paper in his hand. It contained all of his feelings for the girl, and, unlike anything that he used from before, it would be the ice breaker. He opened his mouth to say something, when he heard a loud sound take place just on the other side of the table.
SMACK. It sounded wet, and squishy. Almost as if someone threw a water balloon against the wall but it refused to explode. Looking across the table to see what exactly happened, he saw that Chad had a tray cover his face with bits of the lunch special dropping down. It was quiet at the popular kids table, actually it was quiet everywhere. But it was really quiet at were Timmy was sitting, as if a vacuum were center in the middle of the table. No one said anything at first, they just stared in shock as the tray that was stuck on Chad's face slowly slid off. When it finally revealed the boys face that was painted with its contents, the tray landed on the ground with a hard bang that was soon forgotten.
"What the hell?!" shouted Tad as he jumped out of his seat. "WHO DID THIS-SMACK."
Like Chad before him, Tad's face was hit with another tray filled with food. This time, instead of an extra serving of silence, it was met with gasps all around the cafeteria. And instead of waiting for it to fall own its own, Chad ripped off the tray to show the world the mystery dish that was beneath it. If the two looked alike before, they were practically twins now. It was an argument of whether they looked appetizing with or without the sunglasses.
It was also then when Timmy heard laughter coming from the polar opposite side of cafeteria. Looking back down the familiar path he took to get to table, Timmy saw that everyone was doing their best not burst into tears over a few chuckles. Though it didn't last long, the popular kids hardly paid them any mind as their gaze latched onto another target.
"Hey, are you responsible for this?! You got some nerve lady!" Chad shouted at a girl who was leaving the cafeteria and had her back to the popular kids. After a glance, Timmy realized it was Tootie.
"How could you let this happen?!" Tad shouted at Trixie's bouncer.
Shrugging, the man said "What can I say, girl's got an arm most sport teams would kill for." At this point, both Tad and Chad were boiling over with fury. Veronica was just staring at them in-wait, were the corner of her lips curling up. She was trying her hardest not to smile. And on that note, Timmy was trying even harder. His friends back at their table could've laughed whenever they felt like it, and that's what they were currently doing. Veronica and Timmy on the other hand couldn't afford that luxury do to the fact they were right there with the other popular kids and because of the girl that was sitting right in between them. Trixie still had a look that was a filled with surprisement and almost disbelief, as if what happened in front of her didn't happen at all. It was then that Timmy remembered why he was here in the first place. As quickly and smoothly as he could, Turner got out of his seat and turned to Trixie. Smiling, though the hard part was not smiling to much, Timmy held is hand up to the girl.
"Trixie, I would like to give you this," said the boy he showed her the piece of paper and placed it on the table in front of her. "It contains all of my feelings for you. Whenever you have the time or just feel like it, please read it." Giving her a little bow, Turner did an about face before leaving the cafeteria. He made sure not to turn back to the popular kids, for the sake of them not seeing the amused grin he was finally letting loose. He had to admit, Tootie wasn't a comedian but that was pretty funny. Once he left, he turned to the direction where he knew Tootie's locker would be. It didn't take him long to get there, or to see the pigtailed girl walking back and forth as she vented her frustration into the atmosphere.
"Little...snobs...dare they...twerps." That last one caused Turner to pause. As Tootie continued to get angrier and angrier, she started to resemble someone else he knew. But he pushed that thought away and shook his head.
"Um...Tootie?" at the sound of his voice, the girl's head snapped towards the boy. Her face was pink and slowly turning red, though it was more likely due to her anger rather than Timmy's presence. It did give Turner a chance to get a good look at her after an entire summer. Besides being a little taller, his height as usual, Timmy would have to describe her as simple. Tootie wore the same parochial attire she did two years ago, a white shirt underneath a black vest. Underneath was a gray plaid skirt just above black tights or knee high socks. Back up to her face, Tootie still had her raven black hair in its pigtail style. Her eyes were purple which matched her most noticeable accessory, purple horn-rimmed glasses. All and all, she looked like a strict school girl, which is why Timmy would describe her as plain. It wasn't a bad thing though, in ways more than one, Turner actually thought it was cute. But he, for the sake of an already stressed out life, would never admit that.
"What?" her voice would have been described as cold if she wasn't burning up with aggression.
"Nice throw."
"Yeah, well you can just prance back to your princess traitor. I never want to see you again, traito-wait, what?" Tootie stopped her rant after she ponder over Timmy's words. Was that a complement, did Timmy just complemented her?
"Yeah, the look on the popular kids faces was priceless. Man, I don't I even need to take a picture to make it last longer," Timmy said before he chuckled a little bit. Tootie stared at him for a moment before her nearly red cheeks turned to a light pink blush. She even started to smile, to ease up and let go of her frustration. But before she allowed herself to soften up, Tootie returned to scowling at Turner. Folding her arms and turning her head, she refused to make eye contact with him.
"Don't think that'll work on me...traitor," she said promptly with a pout on her face.
A little confused by her behavior, but having a few ideas as to why, Timmy asked "Now, what do you mean by that?"
"Hmph, you know what I mean," she said before turning back to the boy. "You think that just because you're popular on the internet that you don't need us anymore. And hey, maybe you're right. You've been writing notes for Trixie so much that if you stapled them all together you could make a book, for the comedy section!"
Smiling with disdain, Timmy said "And who's fault is that?"
Tootie's face went blank, the pink blush and red cheeks she had before completely disappeared. She must have realized she was making scene, because she soon snapped out of it and averted her eyes. Her mouth opened and closed silently for a moment as she tried to form some words.
"I-I-I have no idea what you're talking about," she said. "I didn't upload that video of you to the internet, it was AJ and Chester. And before you come up with something like "I didn't say nothing about AJ and Chester uploading a video" then forget it. We've all seen that video, and everyone at in our class knows it was AJ and Chester's account. So there, ha!"
Still smiling, Timmy stepped towards her and said "I'm not saying it was you who uploaded it to the YouTube, I'm just saying someone had to have filmed it in the first place. And lets be honest, who else would find my unconscious, incapacitated, and therefore vulnerable body interesting enough to film it for three minutes, forty-two seconds, and still counting."
Gulping down, Tootie began to sweat before she said "Crocker."
...She was right about that one.
"Without whispering the letter F in my ear so my subconscious would pick up on it and spin my dreams into an even worse nightmare?"
"Okay, okay. It was me, so what?"
"Thank you," said Turner as he patted her on the shoulder.
"Huh?"
"If it wasn't for you, and Francis, I don't think I would have gotten my note to Trixie," the boy said happily. Glaring at him, Tootie slapped his hand away and retorted "Jerk."
"Okay, I get that you're mad. I'm not exactly explaining this the right way," the boy said with more disdain. "So, what if I could prove it to you. That I'm not a traitor to you or the rest of our friends."
"Hmmm," she seemed to be thinking it over.
"Do you want to know what I wrote in the note?"
"You're darn right I do," she said before clamping a hand over her mouth and said "sure, whatever."
"Okay, now all we need is the parabolic microphone in your locker," said Turner before he turned to her locker. Tootie blinked at first.
"What?! What makes you think I got a parabolic microphone in my locker?" she nearly screeched as he played with the combination lock.
"Oh, I don't know," he said before opening the metal container. "Probably the mini shrine dedicated to me in here. Ooh, there it is!"
"What the what?! How do you know the combination to my locker?!"
"I think I would remember my birthday Tootie."
"Mmm!" she closed her mouth to keep herself from screaming. Timmy turned to walk in the direction he had come from, with Tootie in tow. On their way to the spot where Timmy knew they needed to be, the boy decided to check out the device that he found in Tootie's locker. A parabolic microphone, he had seen these before. Mostly from secret government agencies, crazed teachers, or Tootie herself. It was a cone, or rather, bowl shaped devices that detected sound up to a certain range in the particular direction it was facing. Hooked up to it were headphones that were designed to muffle out any outside sound that wasn't coming from the microphone. It seemed like it was a pretty simple device to use, so he tried to on. Turning it on, he listened for a few moments. It was another moment before he stopped all of a sudden and pulled Tootie down the hall to their right.
"Hey! What are you-" she never finished, Turner had put his hand over her mouth before she could. Raising a finger to his lips, he silenced her before letting go and pointing to the hall they just came from. Raising an eyebrow, Tootie slowly walked over to the edge of the corner and looked around. Her eyes widen when she saw the popular kids and the bouncer at their locker. Tad and Chad were as mad as ever, it was easier to see that without all the food covering their faces from before. Tootie smirked knowingly, she could still see some bits and pieces on their cloths. She could also hear them making quite the fuss, both seemed to fighting for a turn to rant about her. It was then that she realized why Timmy needed her microphone. Turning to him, she saw that he had turned the head phones outward so that they could both use them without pressing their faces together. Much to her displeasure.
Taking one side, Tootie listened along with Timmy.
"...little punk. Who does she think she is?!" said Tad who's hair was out of whack.
"When I get my hands on her, I'm gonna-" Chad followed up but didn't finish.
"Oh relax guys, there's no need in getting mad over a little incident," Trixie frowned as she held up a hand, obviously tired of hearing the complaints of her underlings.
"But Trixie, she humiliated us."
"Yeah, and what's more, she humiliated our entire table with her filth."
"Oh please, don't let her get under your skin so easily. It's not fitting for someone who sits at my table," Trixie put her foot down. She made it plain and clear to the boys who exactly was running the show and would not be told otherwise. Tad and Chad looked as if they wanted to say something, but they refrained from doing so. Nodding the boys remained quiet until Trixie put a smile back on her face.
"Good, now go clean yourselves better. Burn your cloths if you have to, but I want you spotless by the time lunch is over," she ushered them away. "And don't worry about that what-her-name girl, I'll take care of her." In a few moments, both Tad and Chad were gone. It was then that Trixie let out a sign started to giggle.
"And by that I mean I'll thank her for giving me a few good laughs."
"Tee hee, I, like, totally thought I was going to loose it back there Trixie. I totally can't believe you kept a straight face."
"Oh, Veronica, you'll learn one day," Trixie before she looked at her hand. Curious as to what she was holding, Veronica looked as well.
"Hold up, isn't that, like, what Turner gave you?" asked the blonde.
"Hmm, oh yeah. Tommy, oops...I meant Tammy, gave it to me," said the girl who looked at it for a few more seconds. "Said it was about his feelings for me."
Raising an eyebrow, Veronica felt compelled to ask "So, you gonna, like, read it? It's just another note from another guy who wrote the same thing as thousand others."
"...Well, he is the star of today. Plus that girl unexpectedly got me in such a good mood that I don't see why not. I think I'll oblige him with that much." And with that, Trixie unfolded the boy's letter and began to read its contents. She was still for a few moments when she finally opened it, almost like a statue frozen in winter. Veronica almost wandered if she was even breathing, for she didn't make any motion. The blonde just stood there as she waited for her leader to finish, a little uncomfortable by the silence that came with it. Trixie stared at the page for a full minute before she started to laugh hysterically and ball it up at the same time.
A little shocked, Veronica asked "What was on it?"
"Oh...nothing," said Trixie as finished making a ball of paper and tossed it behind her back. "You know, I said that I would read it just because I was in a good mood. But now I feel obligated to leave a comment." She started to walk away from her locker, with Veronica in tow of course. The blonde was surprised at her leader's reaction, curious as to what the note said.
"To the boy who made me laugh again," said Trixie as she walked. "Well played...Timmy Turner."
In a minute, they were gone. It was then that both Tootie and Timmy jumped out from behind the corner. Staring back and forth between each other and the direction the Trixie and Veronica left, the two had faces of disbelief. But, then Timmy smiled. And with that smile he jumped and clicked his heels together and pumped his fist in the air when he came back down.
"WOOHOO! Yeah, victory is mine!" the brunette was overjoyed that his plan had finally come to fruition. It had been a long summer ago when he created it, he was so anxious to try it. Then it had become a really short summer, and he didn't think he had enough time to think things through. But it was finally over, and what's more, it was a success. He turned to the girl right next to him and said "High five, Tootie!"
Tootie, on the other hand, continued to stare at him. She wasn't sure what to make of all of this, she couldn't find the words to ask what exactly just happened. All she knew was that Timmy was happy because something he gave to Trixie made her happy, or something like that. She wasn't even sure of what to make with balled up note. Then her eyes widen as she remembered it was right in front of her on the floor. Looking to be sure, Tootie saw that the note was still sitting on the ground. In a few steps she stood over it and picked it up before unfurling it. Its contents were finally hers!
Once it was open she began to read the page. Then she frowned, turned it on its backside, and read it from there. Then she frowned again as she turned it back on its front side and started to read it again. Then she turned it on its back-its front-its back-its front-back-front-back-front-back-front-half turn.
"Where's the note?" she said as she was starting to get frustrated, even fixing her glasses on her face to make sure they were working properly. Once she absolutely sure that there was no writing on the page. Tootie turned to Timmy with a face riddled with confusement. "I don't understand. You didn't write anything, this can't be the note because there's nothing-" Tootie stopped as she came to a slow realization.
"So you finally get it now? That's exactly what my feelings are for Trixie, nothing. Well, it's not that I think she's a completely bad person or something like that, I've seen better sides to her...not that that means anything. But romantically, I feel nothing." Once Timmy was done with his explanation, he to a deep breath and exhaled to clear his lungs. Finally, he had got it out of his system. He had been caring it inside of himself for such a long time now that it had become almost unbearable. Aside from making it to the sixth grade, and friends with Francis, it had been weighing on his conscious for quite awhile. Looking at Tootie, Timmy saw that her head was bowed down. Timmy couldn't see her face, and was startled to see her body shaking. When she finally raised her head, he could see why. Tootie's eyes were filled with tears, and her face was very rosy.
"Oh...Timmy-" she said as started to break down in front of the boy. Now she finally understood, this boy had no intention of throwing his friends away for his own benefit. In fact, if anything was proven today, it was that he reinforced their friendship. He was no traitor. Though it was a little awkward, Timmy smiled at the girl. She was the first person, aside from his fairies, to know the truth of his plans for today. If anything, he felt a small connection towards her, just because of that.
Then he immediately raised his hand in front of him. She was a second slower than what he expected, but Tootie had her face planted right in his palm and her arms stretched out to grab him. Timmy had been glomped by her so many times that it wasn't even funny. He didn't loose his posture, though that didn't stop Tootie from making him slide back through shear force. When she finally did stop, she had another look of confusement on her face. Taking the note from her, Timmy wiped the tears and snot from her face before he did the same with his hand. Then he shot the newly tear and snot, paper ball into the nearby trash can.
"...But, the note. Your feelings for Trixie?"
"It's all over now. I just made the note so that it could official," he said. "Hmm, actually I guess you could say I did it to get and see some kind reaction out of her. After all these years I wanted some kind of victory. As for you, um...I just want to be friends, if that's okay."
Silence.
"Oh...sure, that's okay," she said lightly.
They were quiet for a moment, soaking in the silence of their surroundings. Their gaze was focused in one another's eyes. It almost felt like hours for the two, when it wasn't even a minute. Suddenly, Timmy snorted lightly as his nose flared at bit. Tootie herself, grinned a little. Like Veronica from before, the two were doing there the best not to laugh. But there was no way they could possible stop it from coming. Finally, they burst into a fit of hysterical laughter.
"Yeah right...as if you would be!" Timmy tried to keep his voice low.
"I was wondering were you got that notion," replied Tootie as they both worked to empty their laugh boxes. Once they were done, or rather when they settled down to giggles and chuckles, they continued their conversation.
"You had me going there for a second."
"Hmph, the same here," said Tootie before she took a step forward. "But know this, Turner, just because you chased Trixie for a few years and finally decided to quit doesn't mean I will. I'm on a whole other level than you when it comes to that, and what you did now has only furthered my resolve. I will come for you, I will find that special place in your heart that is waiting for the right woman to take it, and I will make you mine. Make no mistake, Timmy, you stole my heart and I swear that before this is over I'm going to steal your last name."
At that moment, Tootie turned from Timmy and walked away. The boy stood their in silence, a single bead of sweat sprout from his forehead. He had been in plenty intense moments, and now Tootie had just made a new record. Her cloths no longer made her look plain or simply, they made her looked fortified. As if she had a job to do and the determination to do it. In some ways, he admired her because of it.
And then all of her composure was blown away when her stomach growled and she dropped to her hands and knees. Remembering that she had thrown her own lunch at the popular kids, Timmy frowned before he felt a nudge at his back. Looking behind him, he saw poof in his fairy form holding Timmy's backpack. It was then that Timmy remembered that he already had a lunch thanks to Wanda. Taking the backpack gratefully from his little brother, Timmy pulled out the container. Then he walked over to Tootie and handed it to her.
"Eat this, it's really tasty," he said.
Looking up at him, Tootie frown and said "No, you should eat. I was so mad that I threw your lunch as well, sorry." Well that explain how she hit both of the boys.
Timmy thought about it for a moment, it seemed pretty obvious that Tootie didn't want to take his food from him a second.
"Cough. You know, I'm a pretty fast runner," he said, getting her attention. "Any girl that chases after me had better do it with a full tank, else they'll never catch me. Not that I'm encouraging you or anything." It took her a minute, but Tootie smiled before taking Timmy's lunch.
"Thanks," she sat against the lockers and beckoned Turner to join her. Once they were both seated, she opened the box and was surprised by its contents. Then she looked at Timmy and said "You know, I'm trying this bird feeding thing out. Want to help me? I'll be the baby bird and you can feed me like the mama bird."
Knowing full well how birds feed their young, Timmy smiled before saying "No thanks."
"Hmm, you're so lucky that I can't make chloroform."
"...Yet," was all Timmy said before they both entered another fit of laughter. As Tootie ate Timmy's lunch in silence, Turner had time to reflect on how today turned out to be. He made a friend out of his worst enemy at school before getting him accepted by his other friends. He tasted true victory over a former love interest for the first time. And now he had a new, though somewhat unstable, friendship with someone he always had his back to.
"Poof, poof!"
"You say something?" asked the girl to his left. Shaking his head, Timmy turned to poof was sitting on his right shoulder where Tootie couldn't see him. His eye twinkled with curiosity and joy, Timmy knew exactly how he felt.
The new year...was turning out alright.
The Turners watch as their son demolished the dish that sat in front him. It's not that Timmy was using his silverware in a way that put 'eating with you hands' to shame by how barbaric it was, it was just...no wait, that's exactly what it was. Timmy was using his knife and his fork, separately. It almost made you want to see what he would do with chopsticks. He stuck his fork in the mash potatoes and used his knife to spear the green beans. Taking large bites from both, you could start to fill concern for them. The knife, in particular, almost seemed to shiver, as if it were lucky to be it hadn't disappeared. And in a way it probably was.
"Um...son?" said Mr. Turner, who Timmy snapped his head at. He wasn't trying to glare at his father, and he actually had no intention or thought of it. He was just severely hungry and to be quiet honest, it wasn't his eyes that were going to listen to him.
"Gulp. You haven't touched your steak," his father said meekly.
Timmy turned to the large steak that sat, polar opposite to him. When dinner was served a few minutes ago, he had wanted to dig right into it first. But, somehow able to detect his own beastlike hunger, he stopped himself for fear that he would make somewhat of a scene. So he went for the side dishes first in hopes of controlling himself better by eating a little first. It was then that Timmy turned to his parents. Both of them were staring at him with wide eyes, as if they weren't sure of what to make out of him. It was then that Turner realized he was using his knife and fork individually to stuff his face. He realized that he might have actually started to create the scene that he was hoping to avoid. Turning to the steak, the young boy set both of the utensils down and pushed them away.
This was a job for the spoon!
With it in hand, Timmy stabbed the steak in the center and proceeded to add enough pressure to drive through it. Then, with more pressure, he used the spoon to cut the steak into four, smaller sizes. Finally, he scooped them up and ate them one by one. With his entire plate empty, Timmy grabbed it before holding it out to his mom.
"More...please."
"...YAY! My son finally appreciates my cooking," she said gleefully before taking it. "What would you like?"
"Everything."
Not realizing he literally meant it, Mrs. Turner started to fill his plate the exact same way.
"Well, son, I'm impressed," Mr. Turner was just as positive about Timmy's appetite. "Looks like someone's eating like a man. Wink."
"Thanks," said the boy before he received his plate once more. Though it wasn't everything, it was a little bigger. Timmy couldn't explain why he was hungry, or, at least, why he was this hungry. Sure there was the fact that he hadn't eaten all day. He gave the lunch he got from Wanda to Tootie, who had thrown away the lunch he got from the cafeteria. And besides toothpaste, he didn't have any breakfast either. He been asleep for nearly the entire morning, stuck in the dark world. He shivered at the thought of the unending darkness, the cold and iron voice of the apparition still haunted him. But then there was the pink fire which had saved him from that darkness. He smiled slightly as he remembered the voice speaking to him.
Speaking of speaking, his mom was trying to tell him something right now.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" said the boy as he turned his attention to his mother.
"I said that we're not going to be here this weekend, your father and I are going on a little trip to pay my dear, sick aunt a visit who happens to live at a waterpark. We would take you but, we're afraid you might catch her sickness."
Rolling his eyes while they closed, Timmy sighed. His parents were going off another mini vacation and leave him here. That wouldn't be so bad, he guessed, if it hadn't been for the fact that they always handed him over to the she-devil. At the thought, Timmy's appetite diminished greatly. He was now only using the knife.
"Now, about your babysitter V-"
"Mom!" Timmy interrupted her before she could speak that name in this house. "I have something very important to tell you, so listen carefully. I'm to old to have a babysitter."
"Well hello there "...to old to have a babysitter", I'm dad," Timmy's father entered the conversation with a voice of command. "So listen carefully, because I have something important to tell you." The dinner table got real quiet. Timmy's father wasn't well known to butt head with his son. "You're to old to have a babysitter."
Timmy felt his heart skip a beat as he questioned the reality of his father uttering those words.
"A-are you serious?" he asked.
"Of course, you're twelve-years-old. And that makes you a preteen, and everyone knows that a teenager can feed themselves. Unless the only things in the house aren't microwaveable, then you might starve. But I'm sure you'll be fine."
"Now finish up your plate so that I can go clean the dishes," said his mother with a smile on her.
Not exactly what was going on at the moment, Timmy just sat there. For four years, he had had a babysitter for four years in a row. Now he was about to be set free from the shackles of an oppression he had experience for a long time. He didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to feel. Excitement, amazement, wonder!
"Actually, let me do the dishes," said the boy. Partly because he was still hungry and wasn't going to finish anytime soon, but also because this news was to much for him not share it with his other family. Smiling even more gratefully, his parents got up and left. Once they were upstairs and out of sight, Timmy's fairies poofed in their chairs at the dinner table. And they came prepared as well. Raising their wands in the air, Cosmo and Wanda caused party confetti to fall from the ceiling and form party poppers as well. There were party hats on everyone's head, the table, even Timmy's new steak had one because the more the merrier. The only one not in a chair was Poof who was flying back and forth with streamers and tassels entwined all around his round body. Grinning widely, Timmy picked up a cup and tapped it with the spoon.
"May I have your attention," he called order to the table. "Ahem, four years ago, thanks to a prank my parents pulled on me, I made a phone call that I would regret for the rest of my life. At least, until two years ago when I met you guys. And for the next two years, to this very day, we have fought side by side just to survive. Finally, our suffering has come to an end. We've won!"
"YAAAY!" his fairies cheered with him in raised their cups in a toast to their victory. Just as Timmy finished his plate for a second time, Wanda poofed up an entire list of thirds and fourths. Gratefully, the boy continued to sate his appetite. Goodness gracious he was hungry, nothing could explain it. It felt as if a great amount energy had been ripped from his body. It wasn't until his fifth serving that he actually put his silverware, and it was also then that he finally able to think more clearly. What. A. Day. New friends, no babysitters, this year was turning out to be the best he's ever had or seen. The boy could've seriously gotten used to this way of life.
...So why was it that he couldn't fully enjoy it.
Something kept nagging at the back Turner's mind. He hardly noticed it from earlier because he was practically starving when he smelled his mother's cooking. But now that he was sate, and couldn't budge from his chair, the boy's mind was free to roam as it pleased. Looking at his fairies, he started to think about their time together. He had seen and learned many things first hand thanks to them. The adventures they went on were astronomical and the time they shared was priceless. It was a fact that, when they left, Timmy was going to forget more than what any other human learned. Unless they themselves had fairies.
It was then that Timmy remembered why and how he got his fairies. Now, after years of suffering, he was finally free from that torture. But before today he had come to the conclusion of suffering some more just so that he could keep his fairies. In one of his many adventures, he had even decided to endure it until adulthood to extended his time with them. It seemed his life was turning around for the better on its own, today had been a great example of that. Speaking of examples, Timmy hoped that Francis wasn't too confused by the advice given to him from Sanjay and Elmer.
"Darn it," said the boy.
"Something the matter, Timmy?" asked Cosmo.
"I had forgotten to wish Francis good luck on his test," said the boy before he raised his hands. Cosmo's wand was already glowing. "I meant it in a nice way."
"I don't get it, you wish your friend luck without wishing him luck?" said the green haired fairy.
"What I mean is that I hope he passes. I don't want to intervene, that would be cheating...almost. I want him do it on his own. Besides, I know Francis can do it. I believe in him."
"I'm still surprised you became friends with him. I always knew you were a good kid, just that you were still a kid," said Wanda. "You had your wants and desires, not to mention your limits, and sometimes those effected the decisions you made. But I never doubted you for a second. Now look at you, your arch enemy is now your friend. Go figure."
Timmy sat there for a moment before repeating her words, "Yeah, go figure."
It became quiet for a while as the boy rested. His fairy god family continued to eat and talk with one another. It was nice at the moment. Until Turner's eyes flew open. Immediately, everyone turned towards him, sensing the shift in the atmosphere around him.
"That's it," said the boy who had come a stark realization. The nagging in his brain had finally subsided, for now he finally understood what was to be expected from this new year. Getting up from his chair with new vigor, the boy walked over to the phone hanging from the wall. Picking it up, he started pushing digits.
"Timmy, what are you doing?" asked Wanda.
Timmy didn't answer at first, he was to busy trying to get the number right. He hadn't dialed it himself in such a long time. When the machine told him it was the wrong number, he started all over again.
"I'm going to set things right."
Even more confused his fairy godfather asked "What do you mean by that?"
"I made Francis my friend, that much is true. And what can be greater then having turning your arch enemy into your friends," he said as he started punching in the digits in a different order. He was getting close, he knew he was. "But when you think about it a little more clearly, he wasn't my arch enemy."
"Poof?" the little fairy chimed in.
"No, he was just my enemy for a time. I have had many enemies for a long time, and still do," he tried a new combination after the first two failures. "But the truth is, I only have one arch enemy."
At that moment, the phone began to ring. After two buzzes, it was picked up from the other side.
"Hello? This is Nicky speaking," said a woman on the line.
"Hi Ms. Nicky, this is Timmy Turner," said the boy. "Uh...Tootie's friend, remember?"
"Oh! Hi Timmy, nice to hear from you," the woman sounded fairly excited that he was calling. "How can I help you?"
Taking a breath, the boy asked "Do you mind if I speak with your daughter?"
"Ooh! Not at all," Nicky's voice was as pleasant as ever. "I'm sure she'll be happy to hear from you as well."
It took Timmy a moment to realize she was talking about Tootie. Shaking his head, but remembering she couldn't see him in the first place, Timmy said "Wait!"
There was silence on both ends. Not that he knew what was going on her side of the phone, Timmy looked behind him to see that his fairies were staring at him.
"I meant...your other daughter."
Nicky was quiet at first before saying "Oh...one moment please." The phone became silent as Turner waited. Looking at his fairies, he saw that faces were filled with disbelief. What exactly was it that he was doing?
"Um...Timmy?" Nicky's voice broke the silence.
"Yes, I'm still here."
"Good, well...here you go," were the last words Timmy heard from Tootie's mom that night. The telephone had become silent, the only sound that came from the line was the low static. If Timmy hadn't been talking with Nicky earlier, he would've thought that the line was simply dead. As of right now, it was so quiet that he was almost starting to consider the reality of him actually talking to her earlier. Did he really make the call, did anyone answer, or was he just making this all up in his mind. It was almost like the dark world from his dream, there was nothing and it was starting to effect his mind. He almost felt as if he were going a little insane again, and he probably was when you considered who he was trying to contact. Then Timmy stopped himself, he was thinking too hard. Stressing over what didn't need to be stressed. He needed to get himself together before he messed up. What was it the pink fire told him, something about not falling into the darkness or it would do so vise versa. Calming himself down, Timmy just listened for a moment. Looking at his fairy godfamily, but not focusing on them, he just listened to the phone.
And then he heard it, this particular sound that was all the proof he needed. It was the wind, or rather, it was the behavior of the wind. It dragged back and forth, back and forth. It was nearly silent at first when it gently passed over the telephone. But once he heard it and focused on the rhythm, the sound had become recognizable. The breathing had made the presence of another person become undeniable.
At first, Turner didn't know what to say. He would've preferred to start off with a greeting, but he realized he had already taken up so much time just by standing there. So, he got to the point.
"Are you free this Saturday?" he asked.
The eyes of his fairies had grown wide out of shock. Wanda and Cosmo couldn't believe what he done, even Poof who hadn't been his fairy for as long as they had gave a look that said he questioned his brothers sanity. And in some ways, Timmy agreed with them. He could've just walked away, he could've just left it alone and lived a peaceful life. But at the same time, he just couldn't. He had already come so far, friends with Francis, peace with Trixie, and acceptance of Tootie (on a friendship level). How could he not try his luck once more. Given the chance, he could make his future even brighter. His fairy's would understand that when he explained it to them later. As for right now he couldn't answer them because he was to focused on the phone. They looked as if they wanted to take the phone from him, to poof it away, to even make it so that the telephone never existed. And maybe they should have. But they were too late.
"...Yes."
I. Am. So. Sorry.
Please don't hate me guys.
It wasn't suppose to be this huge. But then my inner writer kicked in and I had to make it look fabulous.
Well I hope you guy enjoy.
Please enjoy and leave a review. Also I was think of cutting this into two halves. Let me know if you think I should leave it as is or if I should split it.