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CHAPTER 6 – Coming to Terms
Dear Diary,
Today is Sunday May 18th the day that I put the plan Timmy suggested into motion. Phase one, Vicky will be accompanying me to my Glamour Pix Studio shoot today. Hopefully they can make her look…a little more presentable to the escort that I am hiring to take her out a few times & to the Prom. I made sure that Mom & Dad had no way of taking me today, as Mom made up the excuse that she has too many errands to run today. Dad is going to lie to her and say he has a golf tee time. I know this will make her angry to be burdened with me, but it's the only way to get a half decent photo of her for that escort.
Phase two, will be for me to give the photo to Timmy. He will have to be the one to take it to the escort service, and deliver the method of how I want the escort to approach Vicky. I will need him to make it look like he bumped into her by accident, or see if I can have him help her in some way; then have him plain and simple ask her out. Either way, it will need to be discrete, so as not to let her know he is a professional. I figure 2 dates and then the prom should cover it. After that, he will have to let her know that he is going overseas or something…you know, to make a clean break, but to give her some hope and dignity for other men in the future.
I know this is going to cost me some money, but if it will put a smile on Vicky's face it will be worth it. I don't like seeing her this upset all the time. She seemed pretty mopey last night after coming home from the Turners. I overheard her talking to herself last night that they had asked her to babysit the next two weekends, and that last one is the week of the prom. Well…If all works out, she'll have to cancel that one. As of today, I am going to get the best escort that I saw for her on-line at College-Companions, a freshman by the name of Logan Johannsen.
I'll let you know how it goes…
Sincerely,
Tootie Flannigan
As Tootie was closing out her personal entry for the day, she heard a loud screaming voice boom from the bottom of the stairs, "Hey Twinkle Toes, I'm not getting any younger here. Are you ready to get your picture taken?" Tootie then quickly closed her diary and put it back in its original hiding place. "Coming now Vicky," Tootie called out as she quickly grabbed her dance outfit for her shoot today. She quickly ran down the stairs and past Vicky right outside to her car. Before Vicky could get off another insult, she was already in the back seat, buckled up and ready to go. Vicky just gave a look to her, got in the car, and began to drive cautiously to the mall with the precious cargo that was her sister Tootie.
Once they got to the mall, Vicky walked inside with Tootie casually. When they finally arrived at Glamour Pix Studio's in the mall, Vicky then gave Tootie some instructions, "Alright princess, listen up good. I'll be back in 30 minutes to get you. I want to go look around and shop for a bit. I'll meet you back in here and we'll settle up the bill then, got it!" Tootie just looked up at Vicky and nodded yes. She anticipated her doing this, so that when she returned to get her, she will then be able to have the photographer take her picture. With the package Tootie's parents ordered, Vicky can get her picture taken as a bonus. This is what she can then use to present to Logan. No sooner as Vicky left, Tootie went to get changed and have their stylist get her ready for her picture.
Vicky walked around the mall by herself. She saw lots of people she knew from school getting all their priorities in order for the prom. They were making adjustments to their tuxes, ordering flowers, as well as getting new purses and shoes. All Vicky could do was feel sad & remorseful that she could have been a little nicer over the years to others. That way, she might have been able to snag a date. Hell, not even one guy she knows outside of school would even go with her as a friend. As Vicky walked further down the malls corridor, she saw her fellow B.R.A.T. (Babysitters Raging Against Twerps) friends at the Jessica McClintock Outlet picking up their prom dresses. This made Vicky almost want to cry as she thought to herself, (How did those losers ever find a date? They're just as mean and miserable as I am toward everyone.)
Vicky wanted to try and avoid them, but it was too late, as Lauren Ledergerber spotted her as the group was walking out the store with their dresses. "Oh wow, look who decided to come out. Are you here to pick up your dress for the prom Vicky?" Lauren said as the rest of the girls snickered in the background. Vicky tensed up, as she was doing everything in her power not to cause a scene or worse start a fight. "No, I'm forced to be here with my sister, she's getting her picture taken for her stupid dance class." Vicky said clenching her teeth as she waited for the next round of insults to fly out. "You know Vicky; it's not too late to get a date. You still have like what, 10 days till prom?" Alyssa said rubbing salt in her wound. Vicky, now visibly angry and the group could see that, asks a rather blunt question to them all. "Well, since you all got dresses, then who are your dates to the prom?" With that question alone, the girls stopped laughing and looked around at each other suspiciously. Neither one wanted to answer her. The silence was then broken by Lauren, "Well, you'll have to wait and see when you get there now won't you. Oh that's right, you won't be going, because you haven't got a date." They continued to laugh harder as they all walked away, each with a dress in their hand.
Vicky stood there in total disbelief; she knew the girls didn't have a date. Then again, maybe they did since they all had dresses. This slowly brought tears to Vicky's eyes. She fought hard to fight them back, but it was no use. They began to flow freely as she looked for the nearest bathroom. Once inside, she locked the door, and wailed out loud. She was cut deep by the words of her so called friends. As she cleaned her face, she then looked in the mirror at herself closely. She really didn't think she was unattractive. She just knew she wasn't all that good with social skills. She really didn't know how to properly treat people other than to be horrible to them. This came from being hurt so much in the past. Deep down, she knew she did this to herself. Time passes by, and Vicky now cleaned up runs off to go get her sister Tootie.
Back at Glamour Pix Studio, Tootie was holding both a digital & hard copy of the pictures she had. As Vicky was walking in to get her sister, the sales lady stopped her and said, "You must be Vicky. Come along dear, we need to get you ready for your shoot now!" Vicky looking confused asked what she was doing, "Um, I just came to settle the bill and pick up my little sister. What do you mean my shoot?" The sales lady expressed to her what was going on, "Your sister's package was paid for already, and it came with a bonus shoot, so she elected you to take it." Vicky was just about to protest, but after the thrashing she got from the B.R.A.T.S., she decided to let them give her a makeover and take her picture. It might make her feel somewhat better.
As all this was taking place, Tootie then called Timmy on Vicky's cell phone. "Hi Mrs. Turner is Timmy there?" Mrs. Turner on the other end smiled and said, "Sure, may I ask who is calling?" Tootie cheerfully answered, "It's me, Tootie." Mrs. Turner smiled, she loved how Tootie always seeked out Timmy. Secretly she always hoped that Timmy would one day wake up and realize what a lovely little girl she really is. "Hold on dear, I'll get him for you." As Mrs. Turner yelled to him up the stairs, "Timmy, it's for you."
Timmy then came down the stairs in his denim jean shorts, pink shirt and cap. As he took the phone from his mother, he then talked into the receiver. "Hello?" Tootie squealed with delight as she heard his voice. "Timmy, Hi! It's Tootie." Timmy rolled his eyes and asked, "Ok, what do you need me to do?" He wasted no time, as he wanted to get this whole ordeal over with in order to get Vick-zilla a date. Tootie then began to tell him what he had to do, "Timmy, I need you to come to the mall & meet me outside Glamour Pix Studios. I'm getting Vicky's picture professionally done, and I need you to deliver the picture and find out the cost for 3 dates with an escort named Logan Johannsen at College Companions right around the corner of the mall, Could you do that for me?" Timmy let out a big sigh. He knew he could be at the mall in a matter of minutes with Cosmo & Wanda. So he told her, "I'll be there in 20 minutes. Where do you want me to meet you at again?" Tootie then gave him the instructions one more time, "Ok, meet me at the Glamour Pix studio. They promised to hold Vicky in the back, while they give me a good one of her close up. I'll give you what is needed to deliver it." Timmy then said, "Ok, see you there, but let's make this quick, goodbye." Then he hung up the phone.
Timmy then walked outside and looked at his belt buckle again. It was Cosmo, Wanda, & Poof. Wanda then asked him, "Are we going to the mall?" Timmy nodded his head yes. "Well just say the words sport and were off." Wanda proclaimed. Timmy then said the magic words, "I wish I was at the Dimmsdale Mall." No sooner as he said those words, he was whisked away in a puff of smoke. He then arrived at the mall near the south entrance. That's where the Glamour Pix Studio was. He made sure to kill sometime first by getting a pretzel and a slushy first. As he walked inside he could see Tootie waiting patiently for him. He walked up to her and said, "Ok, is everything ready?" Tootie looked at him, smiled and gave him a crushing hug. "Oh Timmy, I'm so glad you're here!" Timmy then proceeded to attempt talking, "Oxygen…please…Tootie." Tootie then let go, and then asked him a question, "Timmy, want to see my Glamour Pix's shot?" Before Tootie could pull one out, Timmy stopped her and said, "Look, I'm her to make a delivery, that's all. Do you have the photo?"
Tootie was a little disappointed, she hoped that Timmy would look at the picture and see how stunning she looked with make-up and no glasses, as well as her hair down. None the less, he was here on business, so Tootie gave him the picture of Vicky. "Here is one of her head shots; this should be enough to suffice." She handed him a really good shot of Vicky. He looked at it. He was surprised to see Vicky with her hair down naturally and not in a pony tail. Also, she looked good in a tube top and makeup. She actually looked like someone would want a date with her. Timmy then thought quickly to himself, "Hey, where is she at? I don't want her to see me." Tootie then told Timmy, "She's in the back getting changed into her old outfit. Better go now. The escort service is on the north side of the mall. Let me know how it goes." Again, wasting no time at all, he took the photo, and scurried off to the escort service call College-Companions.
No sooner after Timmy left, Vicky came walking out. "Well, let me see em!" Vicky shouted at Tootie. Tootie handed her the picture, "Not yours twerpette, MINE!" Tootie looked sheepishly at Vicky, and then gave her the pictures of herself. Vicky looked at them and thought to herself, (Wow, these are quite good. Wish I looked like this all the time. Maybe I could snag a date if I was this presentable and happy.) Tootie looked at her to see if she would say something about the pictures. Vicky just grabbed her hand, "Come on, let's get home. I'm tired of being out with too many happy people." And just like that, they made their way to the parking lot.
As Timmy was walking to the escort service, Wanda began to talk to Timmy. "So you're just going to walk right in there, and solicit a date for Vicky huh?" Timmy then answered her right back, "Yep, that is how Tootie planned it." Wanda then began to break apart Tootie's plan, "So a 12 year old boy is going to walk in and inquire about a date, when you need to be 18 years or older." Just then he stopped cold where he was. Timmy now realized the flaw in Tootie's part of the plan. "Oh crude! You're right Wanda. This will never work!" Timmy just stood there in disbelief. "What am I going to do now?" Timmy thought as quickly as he could for a solution to the new problem. Tootie was counting on this. "See, this is what I was trying to tell you yesterday as you were walking home, but you didn't listen to me as always." Wanda said, as Timmy started to become irate with her I told you so nagging attitude, Cosmo spoke up. "Hey, can he just ask his parents' permission?" Wanda just smacked him from the other side of the belt buckle with her wand. Just then, Timmy had an idea. "Ok guys, I got a solution. I wish I was Gah, the now 18 year old Norwegian Male Supermodel with...a driver's license."
Wanda then questioned Timmy's logic on this one. "Why him, and Why now?" Timmy then began to explain, "One, I'm 18 now, Two, I can solicit the date now for Vicky, and Three, no one will ever know." Wanda then looked at Cosmo, and granted the wish. As the cloud disappeared, there stood a handsome, buff, Norwegian Male Supermodel. Timmy then made another wish, "I also wish I was dressed to impress." And just like magic, he was wearing all Structure clothing, and Khaki pants. Timmy then looked himself over, and approved of himself as Gah. "Good, now to place an order for an escort, and get out of here."
As he walked into the escort service, he could see that it was slightly upscale inside, and it wasn't your dumb jock run of the mill place either, more like a brains and beauty type of establishment. The guy at the front desk immediately acknowledged him. "Oh my gosh, it's Gah! Are you here to apply for a job as an escort? We could use a man of your caliber here." Timmy looked at the Stately gentleman and answered his question, "Uh…no sir, I'm actually here to hire an escort." The attendant looked at him funny and stated, "Oh, sorry Gah. All of our escorts here prefer women." Timmy then gave him a look of disgust and retorted, "No, not for me! It's for a friend of mine. She needs a date for her prom." The attendant began to apologized profusely to him, "Oh, sorry about that. I mean, yeah right you Gah…No. Um, may I ask is your friend 18 or older? Timmy then answered him, "Yes, she turned 18 last month." He then asked the very important question, "Well, which one of our fine escorts would you like for her?" Timmy then read the name on the piece of paper Tootie gave him, "Logan Johannsen." The man then instructed Timmy to follow him to a waiting room to meet Mr. Johannsen.
The room where Timmy sat looked like a small private library. Cozy, with books on topics he would never read. No sooner as he turned around the door opened wide. In walked a rather fit and toned young man around 18 or 19 years of age. He stood around 6'-2" tall. Clean cut with short blond hair spiked up. When he spoke, he had a soft sultry voice. "Hello, I am Logan. You inquired about my services?" Timmy was blown away by the man. He was handsome, and spoke perfect English. Tootie really picked a winner for Vicky. Timmy then asked him a question. "Logan, will you be willing to take this lovely young lady out on a few dates, and then to her prom?" Timmy then slides the Glamour Pix photo of Vicky over to him. Logan then looks at it closely. He almost studies it. Then he asks a series of questions. "Ok, answer me this sir, what's wrong with her, and why can't she find a date on her own? I notice she is a very pretty young lady, but for a woman like that to not get a date on her own, she must be damaged goods. I need to know what I am getting into first."
He was good; he could spot the problem right away. Timmy answered his questions honestly, "Well, she has a temper and is quite mean spirited. She scared away all the boys that would possibly date her. She can be kind and pleasant once she gets to know you, but she is unapproachable. Right now, she is sad because this is the biggest event of her life, and she has no one to take her. So will you help me out?" Logan looked at Timmy (in the guise of Gah) for a moment. He then asked another important question, "What would you like for me to do with her?" Timmy then gave him the details as relayed to him by Tootie. "Take her on 3 dates prior to the prom, then take her to the prom, and do whatever it is they do during and afterwards. There's just one catch, she can't know you're and escort. It would crush her self esteem more than it already is. Make her think you are here temporarily, so that way, when the prom is over, she thinks you are going overseas or abroad." Logan then asked, "So you want me to ask her as a casual acquaintance, and then leave her on a high note with joy and hopes of better tomorrows with other men, right?" Timmy looked at him in shock. He was really good! "That's exactly it."
Timmy was amazed at how refined and he was. He then proceeded to ask Logan another important question. Hopefully the last one of the visit. "Why do you do this? You seem like an intelligent man, why date women for money?" Logan smiled at him, and then shocked Timmy with his answer, "I am 19, and just finished my first year at Cal Bakersfield. College is very expensive, and this helps me pay for my expenses. I am from Bakersfield, so I come up here to work. That way, no one from home knows what I do to pay for it. I will have my first year paid off by the end of this summer. That is how high the demand is in this business, you could do quite well with your looks. I really don't like what I'm doing, but I'm studying Psychology, and I learn all about different types of human behaviors with this job too. I realize that by doing this, I'll have minimum debt by the time I graduate, and a good understanding of the human psyche. So, with all that being said, if you would just wait here please, I'll process my fees for you." Timmy nodded his head yes, and waited as the young man stepped out briefly.
Wanda then began to speak to Timmy. "Wow, he'll be great for Vicky! Shame you won't be able to afford him." Timmy looked down at Wanda as his buckle and said, "I'm not paying for this, Tootie is." Wanda spoke up again. "How much do you think and escort service costs Timmy?" Timmy just rolled his eyes again and told her, "That's now Tootie's problem, not mine." No sooner as Timmy said that, Logan came back into the room. "Ok, here's the cost for my services, 3 dates plus prom and all activities afterwards, plus tux rental, rental car, flowers, food for 3 nights, gas, money for activities, hazard insurance, and of course California state tax comes to 4,852.95 with Tax. Timmy was shocked by the price. He didn't think it would cost that much. "I see, when do you need an answer by?" Logan told him, "I have the date of the prom set for Friday and Saturday of that following week penciled in for her. For the 3 dates prior to the prom, I'll just take her out on the whim per my availability. After all, she will have no knowledge of me being an escort. By the way, I am giving you a discount since the prom will likely carry into 2 days. I'll need an answer within 48 hours, or else the deal is null and void. Think it over, no need to rush until Tuesday end of business. Payment is one quarter the balance up front, half on the 2nd date, and final balance on end of prom, or one lump sum up front. I'll see you personally for payment, so as not to let her know what I really am."
Timmy thanked Logan for his time, and said that he would be in touch. As he left the Escort Agency, he snucked down an ally way and wished to be his 12 year old self again. Once he was back to himself, he then wished he was at home. "Ok, I now wish I was back home." Wanda, Cosmo, & Poof raised their wands and in a puff of smoke, Timmy was home. Once he was back in his neighboorhood, he decided to go over and see Tootie to tell her the news.
Timmy kept a steady pace while walking to Tootie's house. Cosmo, Wanda, & Poof were now in the form of birds flying just over his head. Wanda then asked, "Timmy, do you have a contingency plan for Tootie?" Timmy responed, "No Wanda, that's it. The rest is up to her, I did my part." Wanda trying to push the issue home to Timmy, that no 12 year old has 5,000 dollars tucked away for this type of rainy day said, "Timmy, Tootie can't afford this, and you know it. Stop trying to pass it off." Before Timmy or Wanda could continue this conversation, Timmy was at her house.
Timmy knocked on the door. As he did that, he noticed his fairies were perched on the near by tree, still within listening distance. "I'll get it!" A voice called out as the sound of footsteps hailed towards the door. No sooner as the voice called out, the door opened, and there was Tootie. "Timmy, you're back! How did it go?" Timmy looked at Tootie with zero emotion on his face and told her what transpired. "Well, I spoke with him. He's really an intelligent guy. He is willing to take the job on the terms that you set forth, and here is the bill. My work is now done." Timmy handed Tootie the contract, and as soon as she began to read it, she gasps, "$4,852.95!" Timmy then interjected, "That's with California state tax too." Tootie then said, "I don't have that kind of money. The prom is in less than 10 days, how am I going to get her a date now?" Timmy, just looked at Tootie and said, "Sorry, not my problem." Tootie just stood there, her hopes were crushed, as Timmy was walking away to go home, he could hear the faint wimpers of Tootie in the background. He turned his head slightly to see that she left the front door open, and ran up to her room to cry. He ignored this and continued to walk home.
Wanda angrier than before spoke to him in the form of a bird. "Well, I hope you're proud of yourself. You just made matters worse." Timmy looking at her said, "How? I came up with the idea, I delivered the goods, and when she had to foot the bill, she couldn't. How did I make matters worse?" Wanda then said, "You gave her hope. She came to you for help, and you gave her the necessary hope to believe that it would come true. That you would help her accomplish this. Now you just took it all away, and crushed both her hopes, and possibly Vicky's of going to her prom back there." Timmy was taken aback by the words Wanda just spoke. He didn't know that he was Tootie's only life line. That she looked to him when she had no one else to help her. Not even her parents would help her out with this. That was because they feared Vicky.
Timmy put his head down and said, "Wow, I guess I really blew it back there. Now I have that guilt feeling in my stomach again." Timmy, just continued to walk home. He thought long and hard for that short 3 block walk. He tried to think of a way to earn that kind of money in that short amount of time. As he walked into the house, he saw his mom baking (or at least trying to with out buring the house down). She turned to him to offer him a treat. "Here Timmy, have one of my famous choco-peanut buster brownies." As he reached for a browine, an idea hit him so big. That he dropped the brownie and ran to his room. "Hey, I worked all day on these! Why does everyone drop my food and run away?" Thought Mrs. Turner.
Back in Timmy's room, he began to discuss the plan to raise the money for Tootie. "Guys, I know what to do in order to get the money for Tootie." The fairies looked at each other before Cosmo asked, "How Timmy?" Timmy then said, "We'll have a bake sale!" Wanda then asked, "Timmy that would have to be a big bake sale, and you would need to have a product that everyone would want to buy." Timmy smiled and looked at his fairies and said, "Oh I do have one. I just need to go to Fairy World to get the ingredianets." Cosmo, Wanda & Poof looked at each other, and wondered…what was he up too.
What indridents does Timmy need? What will he be baking to be rolling in the dough? Find out for yourselves when I post again in two weeks? Still, I would like to hear your comments on what you think so far.
Coming soon: Rolling in the Dough