Differences
Disclaimer: Cue the music Maestro because as of today I own FOP including the theme song. I signed the deal for them strangely in my underwear that I somehow didn't find awkward and I o-...wait nope nevermind it was all just a dream. I still don't own FOP, the theme song, or the characters (except my OC) sadly *sniff* but at least I can take credit for this story.
(AN: To anyone wondering where Cosmo and Poof is, this is an AU. Wanda never met Cosmo and since the two of them never met, Poof was never born. Cosmo still exist in this AU, but he hasn't met anyone in particular to become well known yet.)
Chapter 3
Veronica nervously hid behind a tree as she looked at her school off in the distance. She knew she wanted to change herself and now that she kinda has, she wanted to just chicken out and go back home to curl up in a ball under her blanket and lay there for the rest of her life.
Marcel appeared on a branch above her in the form of a dark grey bird. He cocked his head to the side a bit as he looked down at her and chirped, causing her to look up at him.
"What's up?" asked Marcel.
"What's up is that I don't think I can do this. I know I sounded all confident at first, but now that it's all in motion, I jus-...I just...I just can't." Veronica fought to say, before she pushed herself away from the tree and started walking in the opposite direction of the school.
Marcel quickly poofed in front of her in his fairy form, blocking off her path.
"Woah hold on there, we spent countless hours getting you ready for this and now you want to just chicken out and run?" asked Marcel.
"That was before you refused me a mirror so that I could look at what you did to me and my hair. For all I know, you could've made me look like some troll faced harpy to humiliate me." said Veronica.
"We had a deal remember? Besides, I don't publically humiliate people that doesn't deserve it, I'm not that much of an asshole." Marcel reassured her. "With that said, off to school you go, before I make you go."
"Hah, maybe you forgot about the Da Rules, you can't force me to do anything against my own will like I could do to you, so if I don't want to go to school, you can't make me go unless I wish it." Veronica boldly said.
"You switch it?" Marcel asked, disconcerningly as he used his pinky to clean his ear.
"I wish it." Veronica corrected him.
"You wish what?" asked Marcel, flicking an invisible piece of earwax off his finger.
"Wish that I was at school." Veronica agitatedly said, before putting her hands over her mouth upon immediately realizing her mistake. "Wait I don-"
"Done." Marcel quickly said, cutting her off before he slid his wand from under the sleeve of his jacket and held it up as it began to glow.
*Poof*
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Timmy pushed the doors of the front entrance to the school opened as he walked inside. He skidded to a stop when he nearly bumped into a girl who had seemed to strangely appear out of nowhere. He tried to apologized to the girl, but she was too distracted by the dark grey shoulder bag she was carrying and gibberishly throwing a fit about something to even notice him. Timmy decided to just walk away, when suddenly he heard someone that sounded like Marcel laugh and say: "And this is what being a wiseass gets you." that caused him to quickly turn and look around curiously, before shrugging and continuing on down the hall.
"You're not still giving me the cold shoulder, are you Sport?" asked Wanda, who once again posed as Timmy's backpack.
"Depends. Are you going to tell me what's really the deal between you and Marcel?" He asked.
"I've already told you about our history. It wasn't anything special, just a guy that wanted to get the girl that was out of his league." Wanda said, rather plainly.
"And since he couldn't get the girl, he instead went for her sister and the two of them lived the life of a happily-ever-after fairy tale...at least from the girl's point of view they did. I got all of that when you told it to me the first time, but what I don't get is howcome you loathe him so much if you two don't carry much history other than his crush he had for you. I'd figured your sister to hate his guts, but for you to hate him as much as you do there's only two explanations, You were jealous of their relationship or..." said Timmy, trailing off near the end of his sentence.
"Or?" asked Wanda, with a furrowed brow.
"Or there was something between you and Marcel that you're trying to keep hidden from me." Timmy finished.
"You're really putting a lot of thought into this aren't you? Look Timmy there is nothing more to say about me and Marcel, because was nothing between me and Marcel. My hatred for him is because of what he did to my sister, it has nothing to do with me." Wanda assured him.
"And what exactly did he do? You said that he wasn't involved in what led up to her imprisonment in Abracatraz." Timmy reminded her.
"He wasn't...at least I don't think he was, I have my suspicions though. The one thing that he for surely did do was break my sister's heart when he just up and left her without a word and that's unforgivable, that's why hate him so much." said Wanda.
"You sure her heart wasn't the only one that he broke when he made his disappearance?" asked Timmy.
"For the last and f-"
"You know, I could just always go and ask Marcel myself or wish for you to tell me the truth, but then I'd be just evading a part of your life that I'd want you to tell me yourself, without wishes or sweating the truth out of you. I guess that I haven't earned enough of your trust in me for you to tell me truthfully about things that are connected to your personal life." Timmy said sadly, cutting her off mid-sentence.
"I do trust you sport, I trust you more than I trust anyone in the universe. Please don't let Marcel be the reason for me and you being driven apart from one another because that is the last thing that I would want us to be. I'm asking you. No. I'm begging you, please just let this mess with me and Marcel go." said Wanda.
Timmy heavily sighed and quietly maneuvered his way through the crowd that was littering the hallways of the school. Wanda released a quiet sigh of her own when she thought that Timmy was once again giving her the cold shoulder. She started wondering is her past with Marcel really worth all the secrecy and lying that she was doing. It didn't take her long to think that it was. It was the one part of her life that she truly wish she could erase out of all existance.
"I'll let it go...for now, but I know that there is something there, something between you and Marcel. The tension between you two is visibly able to see as clear as day when both of you are in the same room. I'll stop pushing for answers, though that doesn't mean I'm not leaving the door opened to anything that may or may not come into the light about you and Marcel. That is the best I can give you, I'm sorry. I'll talk to you more after school." said Timmy, bringing Wanda out of her thoughts.
"Alright..." She breathed, before going silent as Timmy met up with Chester and AJ.
The three of them head towards the cafeteria, laughing and talking about the usual things that peaked their interest which allowed Wanda to once again fade off into her thoughts while there wasn't any interruptions.
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Veronica quickened up her pace as she walked down the hall toward the cafeteria. She would receive looks from students and teachers occasionally which made her more nervous than she already was. To her, the looks could've either been one of two things. She either looked atrociously hidious or she looked like someone beyond the range of average, yet still normal and human. She hoped it was the second reason and not the first.
She had tried to slide into the girls restroom before heading towards the cafeteria to get a sneak peek at herself, but Marcel quickly poofed away all of the mirrors which foiled her plans. Good, bad, or however she looked, she wasn't going to find out until the person she was trying to impress seen her. She stopped at the doors the led into the cafeteria and looked down at her dark grey shoulder bag that she tightly gripped.
"The moment of truth I guess. I swear Marcel if you've turned me into something that makes me become the laughingstock of the school, not only am I going to make you regret it, I'm going to make you wish you weren't my Godparent anymore." said Veronica.
"I've told that I don't publically humilate people that doesn't have it coming to them and besides, we've been down this road before and you have yet to even touch me." Marcel said boldly.
"That was before I knew how far my wishes could go and now that I know, I could put you in a rather unsual predicament without even having to touch you or be anywhere near you for that matter. So do you want to go down this road one more time, wiseass?" asked the teen girl.
"Touché. You know, it is really amazing how unpredictable your emotions are, you can go from being nervous to being courageous in just a matter of seconds. If you were like this to the people around you, you wouldn't need me probably, but since you're not I guess I'm just going to have to be the pillar that supports you until you're ready to stand on your own. For now, just go in there and knock em' dead Veri." said Marcel.
"Veri?" asked Veronica, as she entered the cafeteria, yet continued looking down at her bag.
Veronica didn't get an answer from Marcel which she found odd since their continued conversation would've been unnoticable and drowned out by the immense chattering going on in the cafeteria. She found out why he grew quiet, when she accidentally bumped into a cafeteria lady in front of her that was carrying a stack of trays that spilled over during their collision and clashed loudly on the marble floor causing everyone eyes that was in the cafeteria to fall upon Veronica and stare silently at her, including Timmy's.
Veronica helped the lady stack the trays once more and apologized, before she walked away further into the cafeteria. Everyone still looked at her quietly as she walked through the cafeteria, causing the nervousness to again fill her as she walked. They didn't burst out laughing at her which was a good thing and they didn't look at her horrified by her looks which was also another good thing, but there was a kid that looked at her and then ran to the nearest trash bin to puke inside of it. Wait. Nevermind, he always does that when he gets too nervous.
As the chatter began to pick back in in the cafeteria, the teen girl went to get her breakfast, before walking over to the table that Timmy and his friends were sitting at and trying to put on the best smile she could to hide her anxiety.
"Mind if I sit here with you guys?" asked Veronica.
The three friends looked around and behind them before looking back at Veronica with a confused look.
"Are you talking to us?" asked Chester.
"Who else would I be talking to?" asked Veronica, answering a question with a question.
"I think you got our table confused with the popular teens' table. Not sure how you missed it, its the largest table in the cafeteria." said AJ.
"Is that a joke? You guys seen what happened yesterday, I'm barred for life from that table." Veronica laughingly said.
"Yesterday?" The teen boys said in unisons.
"Wait a minute...Ver-" Timmy went to say, but got cut off mid-sentence by Veronica's hand that she put over his mouth.
"Sorry." She said, as she quickly moved her hand from his mouth and looked down as she placed her hands in her lap. "I don't know how tarnished my name is due to Trixie and I'm not planning to find out right now and become the center of attention. If you three couldn't tell who I was, then she's not going to know who I am and neither is anyone else for the time being."
"It's a little too late for the 'center of attention' part." said Timmy, as he looked around the cafeteria.
Veronica looked up and followed Timmy's gaze to the rest of the inhabitants in the cafeteria, who all stared at her out of the corner of their eyes until she looked at them and they looked away. She couldn't have looked that much different that it forced her into the spotlight, could she? Now that Timmy had seen her, she had to know how she looked.
"None of you would happen to have a mirror by chance, would you?" asked Veronica.
The three teens shrugged, causing Veronica to drop her head and sigh. It wasn't until she lifted her head back up that she noticed a boy with glasses and black hair that was tied back into a ponytail, holding a green cosmetic mirror in the palm of his hand.
"H-he-here you can use mine." said the boy.
"Why are you carrying around a girly-girl mirror in your pocket like it's normal Rudy?" Timmy asked the boy.
"You know how much of a pretty boy Ricky is. He makes me to keep a backup mirror on my person at all times for him, otherwise he'll torment and antagonize me for days until he gets his point across or until he gets bored, whichever one comes first. You'd think that now that I'm older that he'd take it easy on me since I'm his little brother." The boy now known as Rudy said.
"Yeah, that's rough and I should know, I've been there myself. I'm just glad I don't have to worry about him babysitting me anyone." said Timmy.
As the four boys conversated about the evilness of their once babysitter, Veronica took the time to try to check herself out in the mirror. Maybe this time Marcel won't poof it away now that they were in public. She gently cupped the mirror in her hand as her other hand rested on top of it as though she was hesitant to open it and see herself. In all honesty, she was pretty reluctant to see herself since she didn't know what she was going to see when she opened the mirror, but she had to know what her Godparent did to her.
She took in a few deep breaths as she closed her eyes and opened the mirror. As she slowly opened her eyes, she could see that her blonde hair wasn't so blonde anymore, causing her eyes to shoot open so she could perfectly see herself now. Her worries of her appearance slowly faded as she fully checked herself out in the mirror. Words couldn't even come to her on what to say her Godparent did to her with his makeover.
Her once blonde ponytailed hair was now long layered wavy dark red hair and her skin was a shade or two lighter, giving her a porcelain skin tone. What really stunned her was how much her blue eyes matched the smokey eye look that her eye makeup was giving off with a pop of color and the peach-kiss lipstick, though she didn't understand why Marcel placed a beauty mark just below the corner of her right eye. It went without saying that she looked beyond astonishing even down to her clothing.
She wore a sequin striped off-the-shoulder top with some rolled up denim shorts that would've perfectly showed off her thighs had she not been wearing black mock suspender striped stocking styled tights with a pair of black ankle strapped stilettos. Marcel even made sure to specifically match her fingernails with her clothing by painting them with black and white feathers that had silver rachis.
"You look truly amazing." said Chester, with a coy smile.
"Thanks." Veronica said with a half-smile, as she closed the mirror and gave it back to Rudy.
Veronica proceeded to quietly eat her breakfast as she looked at the Timmy, AJ, and Rudy conversate, though now on a different topic than before. Chester didn't have any input on their conversation due to his eyes being glued onto Veronica like everyone else. She wasn't bothered by it as much now that she knew she didn't look horrendous, but that was until he tried to strike up a bit of small talk with her.
"Soooo...I heard that you and Tad were an item, I guess that's not true, huh?" asked Chester.
"No." Veronica simply answered, trying to end the conversation before it even began.
The last thing she wanted to do, well next to the last thing she wanted to do, was talk about any of the popular kids, especially two egotistic morons that were just like Trixie. Chester seen that he wasn't going to get Veronica to talk to him without him having to strike up a conversation with her so he continued his efforts.
"So out of all the tables around us, why'd you choose this table to sit at?" Chester asked, with a smirk.
"I was actually hoping to talk to Timmy before class started, we didn't really get a chance to talk much yesterday when he came over." Veronica said, shyly looking away as she blushed.
Chester's smirk turned into a frown.
"Is that so? When did you two become so...close?" asked Chester.
"We're not. I mean, he just came over to check up on me, I guess, but their was a lot going on and we didn't get to talk as much as we liked." answered Veronica.
"Timmy? Coming over to check up on you? We're talking about the same Timmy aren't we? He had to have visited you for another reason because the guy practically didn't know you existed and/or calls you 'Trixie's creepy friend'. There could've been a possible number of reasons why he came over, but I'm positively sure that 'checking up on you' wasn't one of those reasons." said Chester, killing any of Veronica's hopes of standing a chance with Timmy.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. It was silly of me to do all of this just for one guy that unlike everyone else, wasn't fascinated by me or yet to even look at me longer than five seconds. I feel like such a fool. A stupid selfish fool." Veronica said, as she dropped her head, fighting back the tears that wanted to escape from her eyes.
"You got a makeover for Timmy? He's-"
"I'm sorry I...I gotta go." Veronica said, cutting Chester off as she snatched up her shoulder bag and rushed out of the cafeteria.
Timmy, AJ, and Rudy looked over at Chester, who looked back at them with a quirked brow and shrugged.
"What?" The blonde lad asked.
"What did you do to her?" asked Timmy.
"Nothing. She's probably still upset about the whole Trixie incident." Chester answered.
"I've been hoping to talk to her about that." said Timmy.
"So you did go over to her house to check up on her?" asked Chester.
"Wait, she told you that I went over to visit her yesterday? I thought you said she was upset about the Trixie incident." said Timmy.
"Dude I said 'probably' upset about the Trixie incident." Chester corrected him.
"Well, what all did she tell you?" asked Timmy.
"Why don't you go ask her that yourself?" Chester asked rather impolitely. "Sorry dude, I didn't mean for it to come out like that."
"Yeah I bet." Timmy said, before sighing. "I guess I'm going to have to go find her before class starts."
"Good luck with that." said Chester, trying to hide his sneery tone.
Timmy heard the sneer behind his tone, but only rolled his eyes as he got up to leave for the exit. As he was walking away from the table, he heard a loud burst behind him that caused him to turn around and look back at table to see that Chester's carton of milk had strangely exploded all over him and anyone behind him, which caused the brunet to chuckle as he continued to make his way toward the exit.
"Was that you?" Timmy asked Wanda.
"It was Marcel, he did it while everyone was distracted by Veronica's exit." Wanda answered.
"I don't know what's eating Chester, but maybe that milk will cool him down now. Whatever he said to Veronica, I guess it didn't take well with her." said Timmy.
"Or Marcel did it on his own accord." Wanda added.
"If he did, I guess he isn't as bad as we give him credit for." said Timmy.
"That's what you think." Wanda said, in a low tone though still hearable to Timmy.
"What's that suppose to mean?" The brunet asked.
"Nothing at all Sport, just me blabbering nonsense." The pink haired fairy answered.
"If you say so." said Timmy, as he left out the cafeteria door.
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Veronica stared at herself in one of the mirrors of the girls restroom, sniffling as she constantly wiped away tears that leaked from her eyes. Marcel appeared floating on side of her with his arms folded against his chest and disappointed look on his face. He then pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to her to wipe off the makeup that had began to run down her cheeks.
"Don't tell me you're going to give up, just because some guy with a crush on you told you that you're nonexistent to the guy you have a crush on?" Marcel asked Veronica, as she took the handkerchief from his hand.
"Chester has a crush on me? No, that doesn't matter. Why shouldn't I give up? I'm as beautiful as I could ever be and the one guy I want to notice me doesn't. Chester is right, I'm just invisible to Timmy. Always have been and always will be." said Veronica, wiped the running makeup from her face.
"Geez, you give up so fast without even taking time to actually think of a logical explanation behind the problem." said Marcel.
"And you're so quick to manipulate someone into doing something that benefit or amuses you." Veronica quickly snapped back.
"Come again?" asked Marcel.
"You heard me. If it wasn't for our deal and this little makeover you gave me, I would've been done with you and probably not feel like a complete utter fool for trying to impress a boy like Timmy Turner. I'm not saying I don't appreciate the makeover, but our deal is hanging on by a single thread with not much hope." said Veronica.
Marcel floated in closer to Veronica causing her to take a short step back from him, yet still he was an uncomfortable distance from her. Since he wasn't within reach of her ear anymore, Marcel leaned in close to her face and stared at her with a serious look on his face that she had never seen him have during their short time together.
"Let's get one thing straight, I didn't manipulate you into making a deal with me, I bargained with you and we both came to an agreement. It didn't matter if you did or didn't want me around or didn't accept my deal, I wasn't going to lose any sleep after wiping your mind, because I could care less about being in your life as your Godparent even if it is temporary. This deal...this hopeless deal we made, I could care even more less about, so why don't you just do us both a favor and cut the hanging thread that's keeping it together so we can be done with it all. So what the boy you tried to impress didn't notice you, get over it." Marcel said coldly, before poofing back onto the floor in the form of her shoulder bag.
Veronica was beyond furious at Marcel's choice of words. She angrily snatched up the shoulder bag and was about to give Marcel a piece of her mind, when suddenly she heard a group of girls enter the restroom, causing her to quickly cooldown and straighten herself in the mirror. It was then that she realized that Marcel had replaced the running makeup with a layer of new makeup, making her look glamorized once more as though she didn't just get done crying her eyes out.
"Why did he rep-" Veronica tried to ponder in her mind, before being brought back to reality by the last sound she ever wanted to hear.
Trixie's voice.
"You must be the new girl who's stealing my spotlight. I must say, your choice of fashion is rather incandescent, making me understand why you're so easy on the eyes to those around us." said Trixie.
"Um, thanks?"
"But if you're going to be one of us, then you need to learn your place and fall in line." Trixie said, insolently.
"Where is that exactly." asked Veronica.
"Behind me and far from my spotlight at the top. These girls know where they stand and soon you'll get the gist of it too, so for now, you'll follow me and do what I say, when I say, and talk to no one without my approval. Got it?" asked Trixie.
Veronica couldn't exactly understand what she was feeling at that moment, but all she knew was that something popped in ther brain that overflooded all of her emotions causing her to feel and think without consequences and regrets holding her back.
"You did always hate when someone outshined you, so you throw a little fit and give the person a proposition to either 'fall in line' or you'd tarnish their name with gossip and rumors. That's sad that you're still the spoiled little girl from elementary that has to have her way." Veronica said, with a cheeky grin.
Trixie's posse began to murmur amongst themselves, though quickly hushed when Trixie held up a hand at them to be silent. She didn't take her eyes off of Veronica as she slowly circled around her.
"Strong words, bitter at the most, but what do you really know about me other than typical rumored childish insults? I've never seen you a day in my life and I'd remember someone like you, face and all. Who are you?" asked Trixie.
Veronica scoffed.
"Like OMG Trixie, how could you like totally forget about your old best friend? Maybe I should've slapped you harder and left a mark for you to remember me by." said Veronica, starting off with her fake valley girl accent and ending off with a more intimidated tone.
Trixie's face went cold as she stopped in front of Veronica, who was now staring at her with a crooked smile. Without saying another word, Veronica walked passed Trixie and picked up her shoulder bag, before making her way to the door. Trixie's posse blocked the exit, causing Veronica to sigh loudly as she turned back around to Trixie.
"V-Ve-Ver-Veronica." Trixie stuttered, through gritted teeth as she slowly turned around to face her.
"Bingo. I wanted it to be a secret, because I was afraid to see how much you slandered my name, but now thinking about it, I could care less. I was so afraid of what people thought of me. Of what he thought of me, but now I've had this picture painted brightly in front of me and I understand it. As long as I'm happy, I can give two, wait no, zero fucks about what you or anyone else think of me, so go ahead and spread your little false rumors and gossip, because it won't phase me a bit." Veronica said, with a smirk, before turning away from her and attempting to make her way out the door once more.
Trixie's posse blocked her path again, though this time Veronica shouldered passed them and continued out of the door. Once in the hallway, Veronica quickly rounded a corner before leaning up against a locker and then sliding down into a sitting position with her knees against her chest.
"What the heck was that?" Veronica asked herself.
"Your emotions fritzing out from all the overwhelming stress you experienced within just a couple hours. Anxiety, Happiness, Sadness, Anger, and Animousity. Your emotions were all over the place and your brain didn't know how to handle it so it washed a numb feeling over you, allowing you to pull that stunt that you pulled back there in the bathroom and also balance your emotions back out to get them in check once again." Marcel explained.
"But I wouldn't have felt like that if y-...you, you knew that would happen to me, that's why you said all of those things to anger me to a point that I was ready to explode. You added the frosting to the cake, and without that frosting, and you replacing my messed up makeup, I don't know if I would've been able to talk down to Trixie like I did." said Veronica.
"I didn't say those things to push you passed you breaking point." Marcel said, coldly.
Veronica frowned down at him, which Marcel immediately returned with a smirk to indicate he was just kidding. Veronica narrowed her eyes down at him, before softly smiling as she sighed and rested the back of her head against the locker.
"I'm sorry." said Veronica.
"For what?" asked Marcel.
"You know, for saying all of those messed up things I said to you. I know your words weren't true, but mine were. I still got it in my head that you can't be trusted and just waiting with an ultimate plan to humiliate me again even after everything you've done for me. You did more for me in one day than my friends and family combined and you've helped me so much, so from now on, I'm going to be more trusting when it comes to you." said Veronica.
"You don't have to apologize, I know I can be an unpredictable guy when it comes to figuring me out. It only leaves people with a choice of loving me, hating me, or being somewhere in the middle of the love and hate. I've only met one person that I believe loves...loved me, while others are in the middle or despises me, but they're too stubborn to admit it to themself." said Marcel.
"Then you get them to stop being stubborn and express the part of themselves that they're trying to keep hidden away. If there's one person that can get through to someone it's you." said Veronica.
"I wish it was just that simple, but it's not." said Marcel.
"You said this person loves, sorry, loved you. That would mean that the love they had for you faded away or is hidden away with their stubbornness. Isn't it worth the chance of at least finding out?"
"I guess you didn't hear the believe I put in front of that, but yeah it is worth the chance. Since when did you become such a love guru?" asked Marcel.
"Just because I suck at my own happiness when it comes to someone special, doesn't mean I can't give good advice to others about theirs." said Veronica.
"Right, well now that both of our minds have settled, I need to wash this soft, wimpy, lovey-dovey side off of me with some usual Marcel-like behaviour. Tell me. Has anyone ever told you about the birds and the bees?" asked Marcel, with a devilish smile.
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Noon had quickly rolled around and no sooner than a couple of hours afterwards the bell rung one last time, indicating that school was over. Students and Faculties began littering the hallways and the school grounds trying to get to their next destination wherever it may be.
Chester exited out of the school main doors, before sliding down a stair railing and landing perfectly on his feet at the bottom of the stairs. He sat at the bottom of the stairs and boredly looked around at the passing people as he waited for his friends. It wasn't until he spotted Veronica walking off in the distance that he quickly jumped back to his feet and rushed to catch up with her. Once he caught up with her, he noticed that she was walking rather slowly with a distance look in her eyes.
"Veronica?" Chester called out to the her, as he waved a hand slowly in front of her face.
Veronica snapped out of the trance she was in and stopped walking as she looked over at Chester with a confused looked.
"Oh, hey Chester. H-How long have you been there?" She asked.
"Not too long, you looked out of it. Are you ok?" He asked.
"I'm fine, a mischievous 'friend' of mine told me some very colorful things that I wasn't nowhere near prepared for and it threw me off a bit." Veronica answered, as she tightly gripped her shoulder bag with a half-smile.
"I can sense the emphasis on friend so you must be talking about Trixie." said Chester.
"No, someone else, it doesn't matter you don't know them." said Veronica "Was there something you needed?"
"Please don't say you want to walk me home." She thought to herself.
"Oh, well I didn't really want anything. I was just wondering if I could maybe w-"
"There you are, I've been trying to find you all day." said Timmy, as he walked up to Chester and Veronica.
"Dodged a bullet there." thought Veronica.
"Great." Chester said under his breath.
"Well I guess I'll talk to you guys later." said Veronica, before turning to walk away.
"Wait, I wanted to talk to you." Timmy quickly said to Veronica, before she took a step forward.
"You didn't seem to want to be all chatty with me this morning, why now?" She asked, as she turned around to look at Timmy.
"That was before I knew I upset you this morning. I was hoping to find you so that we could sit down and finally talk about everything that's been going on recently." Timmy answered.
"Marcel must've spoken to you. That cheeky bastard, that's the only reason you're here speaking to me, isn't it?" asked Veronica.
"No, I mean yes, I spoke to Marcel but he only dropped hints that I later on pieced together. I still wanted to talk to you even before he paid me a visit." said Timmy.
"I bet." Veronica said, sarcastically. "Next you're going to tell me that the little altercation that I was having with Marcel isn't what drove you to the doorstep of my house."
"I came to your house to check up on you, not because of some stupid little fight you was having with Marcel." said Timmy.
"Why huh? Why come and check up on Trixie's creepy friend?" asked Veronica.
"Who said I called you that?" Timmy asked, with a quirked brow.
Veronica looked over a Chester, who was just standing there listening to the two teens talk back and forth. Timmy shook his head at Chester as he folded his arms against his chest.
"You two didn't talk about nothing, huh?" asked Timmy, rephrasing Chester's words from earlier.
"Well you did call her that." said Chester.
"Yeah, back in elementary when I was still crushing on Trixie. I haven't used those words since then, because she changed a lot from that. Why would you tell her that I called her that?" asked Timmy.
Veronica tried her best to hide the huge smile that mysteriously popped up on her face, upon hearing Timmy's words.
"What's with the third degree today? Why don't you two go back to questioning one another or better yet, why don't you question that Marcel guy you two talked about. Who is this Marcel guy anyways?" asked Chester.
"No one." Timmy and Veronica said in unisons, causing the both of them to look at one another and then back to Chester.
"This isn't something that we should be talking about around public ears, if you catch my drift." said Timmy, as him and Veronica continued to look at Chester.
Chester waved them off without saying another word to either of them, before storming away while quietly cursing under his breath. Timmy and Veronica sighed in relief as the watched Chester leave and disappear behind some trees. They then focused their attention back on each other, though casually looked around.
"So, shall I walk you home while we walk and talk?" asked Timmy.
"I don't know, you feel safe walking home with a creepy person?" Veronica asked.
Timmy frowned.
"I'm only kidding." Veronica said, with a teasing smile. "To answer your question, yes, I'd like that."
"Does this mean we're cool?" asked Timmy.
"Yeah, we're cool." She answered.
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Marcel and Wanda soared high above Timmy and Veronica in the form of birds, as their Godchildren walked along the sidewalk. Marcel flew higher than Wanda, who was quietly flying ahead of him. She'd occasionally look back in his direction, though never said a word, like she was anticipating him to say or do something that was a typical Marcel-like move of him. Marcel only looked at her with a wry smile each time she looked back at him as they flew. He then suddenly out of nowhere dropped his height to match hers as he flew and caught up with her. He smiled innocently at her, still not saying a word as she glared over at him.
"I'm not talking to you..." said Wanda.
Marcel only shrugged and continued to fly.
"I swear, I'm not going to even say one word to you." said Wanda.
Marcel's smile turned into a smirk, which made Wanda curl the corner of her lip as she looked at him with a puzzled look.
"I'd look where I was going if I were you." Marcel finally said to her.
Wanda scoffed.
"What do you take me for, an amat-" Wanda began to say, but stopped mid-sentence when she ran smack dab into a tree.
Marcel cringed, but continued on flying passed Wanda as she slid down the tree and rolled into the grass. It didn't take her long to get back to her feet and recover from the daze she was in. She angrily grumbled to herself as she flew back into the sky, though this time she flew behind Marcel.
Marcel decreased his acceleration so that he could ended up exactly back at the side of Wanda once more. Wanda didn't bother looking at him as she focused on keeping Timmy and Veronica in bird's eye view, but she knew that had she looked over to look at him, he'd have a playful smirk on his face.
"If you're going to gloat just do it already, I know you want to." said Wanda.
"And what makes you think I want to do that?" asked Marcel.
"Because I know you and I know you're not one to pass up the opportunity of saying I told you so." Wanda answered.
"Just like I know that when I did gloat about something you always tried to bite my head off and then talked, and talked, and talked until I kissed you to shut you up. Good times, really." said Marcel.
"But even better times with Blonda am I right?" Wanda asked coldly, as she glared over at him.
"Is that why you hate me so much, because I dated your sister? We dated after you decided to call it quits with me." Marcel reminded her.
"That's not the point, there is certain people/fairies you do and don't date after a breakup and your ex's sibling is one of those people/fairies you don't date." Wanda said exasperatingly.
"I thought it didn't matter who a person/fairy that got dumped dated, unless, you were jealous of our relationship." Marcel said, in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Great, now you're starting to sound like Timmy." Wanda said, before quietly sighing.
"Pink hat? He finally pieced it together?" asked Marcel.
"No. He tried to push for answers, but I was able to persuade him into giving up. If you keep tossing around our history like it's some kind of joke, he'll find out, and I really don't want that so lay off that will you. " said Wanda.
"What's so bad about him knowing about us?" He asked.
"Besides no one, other than Blonda, knowing a relationship happened between us? Everything. I don't want him or anyone else for that matter to know what kind of guy I dated." said Wanda.
"And what kind of guy did you date?" Marcel asked rhetorically.
"A careless, heartless, and manipulative asshole that causes nothing but misery and pain to everyone he meets...that kind of guy." Wanda answered, with venom behind each word.
"I'm heartless? I'm not the one that just randomly broke up with someone that lo-" Marcel began to say, but caught himself before saying another word.
Wanda had a look of hope on her face as though she had wanted him to finish what he was going to say, but that look was short-lived when she realized Marcel wasn't going to. She softly sighed as she focused her attention back onto Timmy and Veronica.
"What do you think they're talking about down there?" Marcel asked Wanda, completely brushing off their previous conversation as though it didn't happen.
"And of course the one time I'm almost accidentally able to get you to admit your feelings, you catch yourself and act as though it didn't happen...perfect." Wanda though, as she frowned.
"I don't know, could be a large number of things they're talking about." She finally answered, as they both looked down at their Godchildren.
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"What do you think they're talking about up there?" Veronica asked Timmy, as they stared at their Godparents out of the corners of their eyes.
"Seeing as Wanda isn't trying to kill Marcel yet, it must be something calming." Timmy answered.
"Marcel and calming in the same sentence sounds more like a fiction than actual reality." Veronica chuckled. "What's the deal with them anyways?"
"I don't know, Wanda is stubbornly refusing to tell me. If I had to guess though, I'd say that the two of them dated and broke up on bad terms." said Timmy.
"So she's a stubborn one eh? I see." said Veronica, as she turned to look back at the two fairies.
"See what exactly?" Timmy asked, with a quirked brow.
"Oh nothing in particular." Veronica answered, with a slight shake of her head as she looked away from the two fairies and brought her attention back to the brunet. "Let's not spend this whole walk talking about the love life of our Godparents."
"Right. Getting off that topic, how are you holding up with the whole Trixie situation?" asked Timmy.
"Why? Did Marcel tell you something?" Veronica quickly asked.
"Uh, no. Is there something I should know that I wasn't told?" The brunet asked.
"No, I mean, I'm holding up just fine...perfect even." Veronica said, in a unusual relaxed tone. "I outtalked Trixie today to get her and her little posse off my back, it felt pretty good to be honest."
"What happened to trying to be discreet so that Trixie didn't know who you actually were?" asked Timmy.
"That was before Trixie came up to me and tried to induct me into her clique as one of her minions. Had it not been for my emotions fritzing out, I don't think I would've been able to say all the things I said to her to get her to back down." Veronica answered.
"Emotions fritzing out?"
"Yeah, it was like this numb feeling just overtook my body and all the words and actions that I said and did felt right, because I didn't have a care in the world if it was or wasn't. Marcel said it was just my brain trying to get my emotions in check or something." said Veronica.
"Nice way to sugar-coat what he really did." thought Timmy.
"Well I'm glad you came out of that dilemma unharmed. Emotions and all." He said.
"You know, it's almost starting to sound like you care about my well-being." Veronica said, with a coy smile.
"Because I do care about your well-being, I mean I care about it as a concerned friend. Not that I'm saying that you're reckless or anything. Not that I'm saying that I'm saying that I'm thinking that you're reckless or anything. Not that I'm saying that...déjà vu. I feel like I've been in this predicament before." said Timmy, saying that last bit more to himself.
"Never thought I'd see the day that I make Timmy Turner babble like an idiot." Veronica chuckled.
"Hey, I take offense to that." said Timmy, as he narrowed his eyes at Veronica. "Why aren't you the least bit shy or nervous like you were earlier?"
"Must be my brain still sorting my emotions out. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll be beating myself over the head later on for teasing you." said Veronica.
"Oh I don't worry, I get even." Timmy said, as he playful nudged her.
"Hmm, I guess I'm just going to have to keep a closer eye on you then." said Veronica.
"Does that mean you've been watching me all along?" Timmy cleverly asked.
Veronica laughed at the question as she playfully bumped into him, which he responded with a playfully bump back, before the two of them continued to laugh and talk as they walked.
Wanda warmly smiled down at the two gleeful teens as she steadied her ongoing flight above them. It made her happy to see others overjoyed with happiness, but more importantly, it made her even more happier to see her Godchild happy for a change. Sure he had friends that he laughed and talked with, but none of them could put a smile on Timmy's face like the one Wanda was seeing. She was surprised that Veronica of all people could bring out such a smile from Timmy, though it probably would not have been possible if it was for Marcel coming into the picture.
She glanced over at Marcel, though didn't say anything as he stared at the two teens below them. She was starting to feel a bit bad at how she dealt with things between them, but she didn't want to up and admit it to him or herself, due to her stubbornness always getting the best of her.
"I can see you looking at me, and if I had to guess, I'd say you want to apologize for earlier." Marcel said, as he looked over at her. "Do us both a favor and don't."
"But I-"
"Said what you needed to say and you shouldn't apologize for it, you was only expressing how you felt about me. Now that I know how you truly feel, I'm going to keep my distance. I wouldn't want to cause you more pain and misery than I already have. That being said, I should go tend to Veronica." Marcel said, cutting Wanda off mid-sentence before flying down toward Veronica.
Wanda quickly flew in front of Marcel to block his path off from Veronica.
"Will you just let me say what I need to say?" asked Wanda.
"I'm not trying to sound like a broken record, but you already said everything you needed to say. This little dance that we're doing, it's not getting us nowhere besides stuck in the crossroads of our Godchildren lives, so for the sake of them, well Veri anyways, I'm going to keep things between us strictly professional from now on. Now if you'll excuse me, I got to go replace my Godchild's emotions." said Marcel, before flying passed Wanda to catch up with Veronica.
"Wait...you took out Veronica's emotions?" Wanda asked Marcel, who was already long gone.
She quietly cursed under her breath before flying off to catch up with him. If he did really remove her emotions, then there is no telling what kinda of consequences there's going to be for doing such act.
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Chester silently followed behind Timmy and Veronica, he hid around trees and in bushes to keep from being seen as he watched the two of them. He didn't know what had come over him to do such a creepy and stalker-ish thing, but he wasn't just going to sit around while his best friend takes the girl that he had a crush on since elementary. What could he do though? Compared to his size, Timmy was pretty much beating him in every aspect from physique to fitness so taking him on in a brawl wasn't going to work anywhere near his favor, but why would he want to fight Timmy? They were best friends of all things...at least they were until Veronica came into the picture and her and Timmy became quickly close within one day. But what if it wasn't within one day? What if they've been secretly meeting at a trysting place and played everyone like a fool? Or played him like a fool and laughed in the shadows as he desperately made advances at her?
Chester tightly balled his hand into a fist and angrily punched the tree he was hiding behind. He nearly yelped when a strange corked empty bottle fell from the tree and landed at his feet. The teen bent down and looked at the strange bottle with a puzzled look as he went to pick it up, but then quickly drew his hand back when the inside of the bottle became suddenly engulfed by yellow and green smoke that perfectly entwined with one another.
"What the hell." thought Chester, as he started to back away from the bottle.
He turned to leave the bottle where it was, but only made it one step before quickly turning back around to it as silent whispers began to flood his mind, promising him the solution to all of his problems. He slowly made his way back over to the bottle and this time fearlessly picked it up, caressing it with both hands as he looked at it with a sinister smile.
"We shall see..." He said, as though he was speaking to an imaginary person in front of him.
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(AN: Well I'm glad this chapter is finally done, I just hope all you readers enjoy it. I was tempted to break this chapter apart into two chapters because I didn't want you readers getting bored with the long nothingness that was happening in this chapter, but I just decided to keep it one long chapter. I'd like to thank everyone for taking the time to read this story, I try my best to keep it interesting and even though it's starting off a bit slow, please bare with me when I say it'll eventually get better as the story continues. With that said, please leave some feedback with opinions on how the story is going so far and your likes/dislikes of the story.) ((No flames please.))