Temptation
Disclaimer: I do not own FOP though if I did I'd probably let my imagination run wild which is both a good and bad thing depending on the said imaginated circumstance.
(AN: This chapter may kinda mainly focus on my OC but rest assured he's not going to take over Timmy's spot for the protagonist. I just went with the flow of making his debut in this chapter and it turned out to be more creative than I meant but either way the show must go on so I hope you enjoy.)
Chapter 2
It didn't take the two teens that long to make it to Dimmsdale Mall and find their friends in the usual hangout spot. Chester was the easiest to spot due to his shaggy blond hair. He wore a green short-sleeve button-up shirt over a black thermal shirt and beige cargo pants with black sneakers.
Marcel on the other hand, was still bit of a mystery. He was light skinned with dark grey eyes and messy short black hair along with a partial goatee. He wasn't muscularly built yet he was a bit bulkier than Timmy and Chester. His style of clothing usually depended on the date, time of day, location, etc. Today he wore a sleeveless black hooded zip-up vest that had pointy cat ears on the hood over a plain white t-shirt and black jeans with a chrome bike chain-like belt which wouldn't have been complete without his white and black low top sneakers.
Marcel had came into the picture around the time AJ had split from the gang because AJ felt that they were dragging him down and preventing him from recognizing his true potential. It didn't come to a shock to none of them that he chose knowledge over friendship.
Over the years AJ had slowly but surely started to distance himself from the three of them and started to make up excuses to get out of hanging out with them and when they did eventually hang out, he would sit back quietly with his head buried in some science or technology book or doing other things that didn't involve conversating with them.
One day he eventually fell in with a group of brainacs that shared his similar interests and it didn't take long after that for AJ to show his true colors to the gang. He started blowing them off anytime said brainacs came around and would ignore the gang as though they didn't exist anytime he was around the brainacs. It basically went down hill after that until he finally decided to take his leave. The gang didn't really hangout that much afterwards, that was until Marcellous Evans came along and mended the broken gang.
Marcel was the type of teen that could make you laugh just as fast as he could piss you off, not to mention that he was an open pervert which didn't bother the gang though they couldn't say the same for others who fell victim to his pervyness.
It seemed that Timmy and Tootie had caught Marcel and Chester in the middle of a heated debate which was always the case anytime the two were together by themselves.
"She's ageless, why would she want to prounce around looking like an old bag of bones?" asked Marcel.
"Dude, even if by some weird possibility that the Tooth Fairy was real I'm sure she wouldn't look like some gorgeous model that would be in magazines." said Chester.
"Just because you have a hard on for the elderly doesn't make your arguement completely valid." said Marcel.
"That's not it, I'm just saying that. Wait. I don't have a hard on for older women." Chester protested.
It was too late unfortunately, Marcel had already fell over in his seat bursting with laughter.
"Screw you man." said Chester, angrily snatched up his drink and sipping away at it as he looked away from the laughing teen.
Timmy and Tootie had by now made it over to the two and looked at both of them wondering what was going on.
"What's up?" asked Tootie.
Chester only quietly grumbled gibberish in between the sips of his drinking, causing Tootie and Timmy to look over at Marcel who had sat back upright in his seat now that his laughter had died down.
"Nothing, just having a debate over the Tooth Fairy's appearance. Blondie here thinks that she'd look like a wrinkly old hag like in the stories. Nothing against old people by the way. I on the other hand think that she'd look like a glamourous babe and before you say I'm only thinking that because it's in my perverted nature to think that way, just think about it, she's ageless meaning that she could possibly alter her appearance to her liking and since looks are everything to a woman why would she want to look like that granny that always gives you that nasty ass-tasting hard candy because she has an unlimited fucking supply of them stuffed in her purse?" asked Marcel
Timmy and Tootie stared at the two in disbelief.
"Seriously? A day to relax from football practice and enjoy yourselves and you two spend it in the mall talking about a fictional person?" asked Tootie, ignoring Marcel's hard thought up explanation of the Tooth Fairy.
"Well, me and Chester could always just go back to our previous conversation which was talking about you." said Marcel, in a matter-of-fact tone.
Chester nearly choked on his drink when Marcel said that, causing Tootie to look over in his direction but then quickly back to Marcel.
"What about me that you guys were discussing?" asked Tootie, trying her best to hide the venom behind her tone.
"You know you kinda sound like how I'd imagine your sister sounding if she spoke to me." Marcel joked.
"Marcel..." Tootie said coldly.
"Fine." Marcel breathed, leaning back in his seat and pressing his fingers together as he looked at her with a serious look on his face.
"We were talking about...how to cut our ties with you. It looks bad on your part that a girl is always hanging out with three guys and it's making our image look bad that we're allowing you to hang around with us and be all up in our asses like that surprise taco we ate on Taco Tuesday. We didn't want to tell you like this but eventually someone had to address the elephant in the room." said Marcel, emotionlessly.
Chester had by now spit up most of his drink upon listening to Marcel speak. He first looked at the distraught Tootie and then to Timmy who was staring quietly with his mouth wide open before lastly looking over to Marcel who still had the same serious look on his face he spoke to Tootie with. He opened his mouth to speak but Marcel had beat him to the punch.
"Nah I'm just kidding, we were talking about our curiousity of wondering if you wore panties or thongs under those skirts you wear. I bet you secretly wear both." said Marcel, with devilishly smirk.
"Actually, I bet you didn't think that-" Marcel continued to say, but was cut off mid-sentence when Tootie slapped him across the face that was somehow able to echo throughout the loud mall.
"Asshole." said Tootie, before storming off away from the gang.
Timmy sighed.
"I'll go talk to her, but jeez Marcel did you have to make a deep joke like that?" asked Timmy.
"I wouldn't be me if I didn't offend someone with my joking ways." He answered, with another smirk as he rubbed the side of his face that now had a red handprint on it.
Timmy only shook his head as he walked off in the direction Tootie had went.
"Before we get off into another heated debate about something irrelavent, why don't we aquaint ourselves with some female company?" Marcel asked Chester.
"Dude, you're not worried about Tootie being mad at you from what you said?" asked Chester.
Marcel scoffed.
"Why would I be worried about that? Everything I said was a joke and nothing more. Tootie will come to realize that and we'll be besties again, so let's stop talking about that and start making our way over to where those two hotties are that's screaming for us to come over and introduce ourselves to them." said Marcel, notioning over to two teen girls that were checking out an outfit in the window outside of a clothing store in the mall.
"I don't hear anything." said Chester.
Marcel facepalmed.
"Will you just come on." He said, wrapping an arm around the blond lad's shoulder and dragging him off.
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Tootie didn't storm off that far which allowed Timmy to finally catch up to her. In fact, they were still in plain sight of their hangout spot and they could see Marcel and Chester chatting it up with two girls. Marcel had pulled his hood up on his head to show off his cat ears to the girls and had put on what looked to be matching cat paw-like gloves which was helping win one of the girls over. Chester was having a hard time keeping the other girl's attention due to his nervousness but luckily Marcel helped him out like a good wingman by telling both girls about his and Chester's mischieves and adventures.
"You know, he's right." said Tootie, as she finally looked away from the two boys.
"What, that you wear both undergarments?" asked Timmy.
"What? No. I mean. No! You know that's not what I meant." said Tootie.
"I know. It was a 'once in a lifetime opportunity I couldn't pass up'." Timmy said, with a smile.
"Great, now you want to be humorous of all times?" She asked.
"Doesn't feel good when the shoe is on the other foot does it?" Timmy chuckled.
Tootie shot him a look that shut him quickly up.
"I'm being serious, I mean what kind of person does that say I am by hanging out with three guys and having no female friends? It's saying that I'm a slut and I'm pretty sure that's what everyone else is thinking especially people around school. Am I slut? I mean I know my normal self isn't but you said it yourself that Marcel and Vicki is starting to rub off me meaning that I'm starting to act differently than how I'd normally would. Does that make me a slut in-the-making? Maybe I should just give into what everyone think and just admit what I am, I mean after all, I don't want to make your guys' image any worse than it already is." Tootie said, as she sadly looked down at the floor.
Timmy closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath. If he was going to give her a pep talk it was going to be all within one long lecture. Tootie wasn't really the type to normally let anyone get so deep to her to even affect her like Marcel's joke did now. She grew up with a sister that made her life miserable any chance she could, so it only made sense that eventually later on down the line Tootie would grow accustom to the physical, mental, and verbal abuse she went through and be would be unphased by any of it. He finally opened his eyes again as he released the held in breath of air. He knew how he was going to word his pep talk to get her to snap out of her sad spell. He could only hope that it would be successful.
"Look I admit that Marcel may have went a bit overboard with that joke but that's just what it is a joke. He didn't mean anything by it and you know that, just like you know that we don't care what anyone have to say about you hanging out with us and even so, we know that you're not a floozy and you know you're not one so why are you letting other people's judgement affect you like this? Wasn't it you that said that though everyone was born with some kind of imperfection, we shouldn't allow people's thoughts and opinions to shape us because no matter what we'll never be as perfect as them in their eyes?" He asked.
Tootie looked up at him with a shocked expression on her face. She didn't think that he'd reword her words to her or even remember for that matter, but here the brunet was telling her something that she always told herself to keep the outside influences from getting to her. She couldn't help but to tear up as she hugged Timmy which caused the boy's body to freeze up at her touch.
She haven't made any kind of crazed advances toward him when he allowed her to hangout with AJ, Chester, and him which he was thankful for but it didn't stop her from occasionally holding his hand or hugging him. That too eventually stopped two years ago as well as any other sweet or romantic touching meaning that they had not physically came in contact since the. Until now.
Timmy didn't know how to react to the situation. He didn't want her to get the wrong idea if he hugged her back and he didn't want her to think he was some douche if he stood there in her arms like a wet noodle. Conflicted by the two choices, the teen continued to just stand there as stiff as a floorboard until Tootie finally let go of him and wiped away some tears that had managed to escape her eyes and freely roll down her cheeks.
"Thank you." Tootie managed to say, in between her sniffs.
"You're welcome." said Timmy, as he handed Tootie a handkerchief from his pocket.
"You think he hates me for what I did?" asked Tootie, looking back over to Marcel and Chester as she cleaned the makeup off her face due to her tears messing it up.
To Timmy and Tootie, it looked as if Marcel and Chester had the girls right where they wanted them, all they needed to do was reel them in. Well, that was until the two girls' bodybuilt boyfriends showed up and began eyeballing the two flirting teens. Chester was the first one to break down into a sweaty and hyperventilating state causing Marcel to once again come to the rescue.
Marcel started talking to the two guys and had switched up his flirty persona to a metrosexual one. He explained to the two guys that he just had to come over and talk to their girlfriends to tell them how fabulous their boots that they were wearing were and wanted to know where to get them from so that he could gift them to his shy and sweaty blonde lad that was next to him.
The boyfriends seemed to have bought his story since Marcel had quickly tossed Chester over his shoulder and rushed away without the two built teens chasing after them.
Timmy and Tootie looked at the two skedattle before turning to look at each other and then bending over holding their sides as they bursted out laughing from what they just witnessed.
"I think it'll take more than a slap to piss Marcel off." laughed Timmy, before placing a hand over his mouth when he realized he openly cursed.
"Looks like I'm not the only one Marcel is rubbing off on, or is it because of my sister being back in town?" asked Tootie, giggling at the boy's actions.
"Haha. It was only an one time slip up, it won't happen again." Timmy said, behind his hand.
"You know it's not badly frowned upon when a sixteen-year old curses than compared to anyone younger than us." said Tootie.
"Not helping." Timmy deadpanned.
"Fine then St. Timothy, why don't you just go confess your sins to a Father? Better yet I think I got some gum that'll clean that dirty mouth right up." said Tootie, as she pretended to look through her imaginary handbag.
Timmy narrowed his eyes at her as he quietly mumbled under his breath while still holding his hand over his mouth.
"Looks like the shoe is back on the other foot again." She said, with a grin.
"Just because I don't have a dirty mouth like you and Marcel doesn't mean I'm a saint, boyscout, or whatever you want to call me." Timmy finally said, as he dropped his hand from his mouth.
"What!? I don't have a dirty mouth. I rarely even use bad langauge." Tootie protested.
"Is that so? What was it again you called Trixie? I believe it was something equivalent to what you would call a female dog and what was it you said to Marcel before you left? If I heard it right, you called him an a-hole. I can do this all day." said Timmy, pretending to flip through a small imaginary notepad.
It was then Tootie's turn to narrow her eyes at him as she quietly mumbled under her breath. She started walking back to their table, letting Timmy have this round. Timmy quietly snickered as he followed behind her.
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The two teens had made their way back over to their hangout spot and upon arriving seen the two disappointed teen males quietly sitting at the table as they soundly sipped away at their drinks, they didn't bother to even look in the direction of the returning duo. Timmy and Tootie looked at each other and shrugged as they sat down. The silence continued on for a few minutes until Timmy decided to break it with humor.
"So how'd it go with those two lady friends of yours?" Timmy asked, with a smile on his face.
"Meh." said Chester, still staring blankly in the same direction he had been looking.
Timmy rolled his eyes at him and looked over at Marcel who has sunk down in his seat, rubbing the side of his brow with his eyes closed.
"I take it you seen that little display if you're asking that. Well if you seen it then you know that we had them in our fingertips but then the girls steroid pumping, raisin brain, no neck boyfriends ruined it all. We could've took em' if blondie here didn't turn into a chihuahua with its tail between its legs." said Marcel, getting Chester's attention almost immediately.
"What? Dude we would've been hospitalized if we tried to take those two roid rage brutes on. Besides, I didn't see you acting all tough either Mr. 'I just had to come over here and tell your gurls just how very fabulous those boots of theirs look' xoxo." said Chester, using heavy emphasis on 'very fabulous'.
Timmy tried his best to surpress a laugh that wanted to escape from his lips, when hearing Chester's mocking voice of Marcel's metrosexual persona.
"If it wasn't for my little acting we wouldn't be here right now happily sipping on our drinks, but do I get any kind of appreciation for it? No. Not even a single ounce of appreciation. All I'm saying is that if you didn't cower in fear and would've had my back to take on those guys, it would've made for a crazy story later on down the line. We would've still ended up in the hospital, but we would've been sipping food through a straw in style." Marcel said, with a proud smile.
"What?" asked Chester, with a confused look on his face.
"You think that maybe if you guys were, oh I don't know, more forthcoming with your flirting instead of beating around the bushes with it you would know if the girls you're flirting with are single or not?" asked Timmy.
Marcel placed a hand on Timmy's shoulder as he shook his head.
"Timothy, Timothy, Timothy. That's not how you interact with a girl. Being forthcoming and then flirting is like watching only the end of a movie that you've never seen before and then going to the movies to watch the whole thing knowing that you already know how it's going to end. Sounds like an unpleasant experience if I say so myself." Marcel explained.
"Is that so?" Timmy deadpanned.
"Well actually to be honest, I don't know. Everyone's interaction with the opposite sex is different be it good or bad. That being said, don't ever let anyone give you any dating advices because it could work out for them but work sorely less in your favor. Just go with the flow and it'll handle itself out." said Marcel.
"But wait isn't that dat-" Timmy tried to say, but was cut off by Marcel.
"Anyways, moving on. I'm not going to sit here any longer and sulk over two girls and neither should you Chester. There are plenty of fishes in the sea. Fishes more closer than anyone would think." He said, looking over at Tootie.
Marcel would then pull himself up in his seat before leaning over to Tootie as he propped and elbow up on the table to rest his chin in his hand. He watched her as she quietly fiddled her thumbs, not saying anything to anyone.
It was the silence of her friends that caused Tootie to finally look up and notice Marcel's face just inches from hers. The pig-tailed teen blushed a deep red which she tried to hide by quickly looking away but with the swift use of his other hand, Marcel cupped her chin over his curled finger and turned her head back to him. Her face couldn't have looked more red than it didn't at that moment.
"Hi." Marcel said, with a sly grin.
"H-h-h-hi." Tootie managed to say.
"You are very quiet, in fact you're so quiet that I almost forgot you were here. Why?" He asked, tilting her chin back up when she tried to look down.
It took Tootie a minute to try to gather up the right words to say without sounding like a goof and that proved a bit difficult with Marcel's closeness to her.
"I'm...you...can't think...because...perfect." Tootie gibberously said, causing Timmy and Chester to look at her confusingly.
"I think I get what you're trying to say. You can't stop thinking about my hot, perfect, and sexy bod. Damn girl, all you had to do was ask of a pic. I think I got one of me in the shower in my phone." said Marcel, taking his propped arm from under his chin.
Timmy and Chester facepalmed when they seen Marcel reach into his pocket to take his phone out and begin swiping through his pictures. Seeing Marcel looking through his photos caused Tootie to accidentally babbled more gibberously which made Marcel snicker and finally put his phone away.
"I'm kidding, I know you're trying to say that you can't think perfectly with me being this uncomfortably close to you." He laughed.
"You have to make me a deal though in order to get out of this comfortable situation. No shyly looking away and no shyly hiding your words. Deal?"
Tootie quickly nodded her head in confirmation which Marcel seen so removed his finger from under her chin as he scooted back from her, causing her to release a breath she had held in. She then slinked down in her seat as she looked down at the floor.
"Oi! We had a deal." Marcel said quickly.
"Screw you." said Tootie, looking at him as she spoke but then looking back down at the floor in a split second.
"You're not the only one that wants to." Marcel said, with a grin as he looked over a Chester.
"I didn't mean that literally, dude." said Chester, defensively.
"Mhm." said Marcel, before turning his attention back over to Tootie who was still contemptating on what to say.
Tootie opened her mouth several times to say something then immediately closed it. She didn't know what it was that was making it hard to apologize to Marcel of all people. She never have a problem apologizing to anyone including her sister, but Marcel was a different story that she couldn't quite explain. Some time had went by when she attempted to speak again but this time Marcel had stopped her.
"I'm sorry..." He said.
Tootie looked up once more and glared at him as she slammed her hands on the table.
"That's what I'm trying to say, but thanks Captain Obvious." Tootie said, furiously.
"No." Marcel said, shaking his head.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made a joke like that even if I knew you would or wouldn't have been offended by it. There's a line to my joking and I passed it very far which ended up hurting you. I noticed the lack of makeup when you returned as well and there could only be one reason behind that right? You cried and that makes me feel twice as bad for hurting you like that. I know it sometimes seem like I'm just a joker with no remorse but the truth is that I always joke to hide away my emotions and true feelings most of the time. You have nothing to apologize to me about because I deserved it. Just next time, try not to slap the black off my cheek and take it with you." said Marcel, chuckling as he said the last bit.
Tootie had a shock expression on her face for the second time today though this time it was a shared expression as Timmy and Chester looked as shocked as her. She didn't think Marcel. Their Marcel. Would apologize like the way he did. Hell she didn't think he'd apologize at all. She was at a loss of words for his apology and forthcomingness about his feelings and emotions. She suddenly stood up before reaching across the table and pulling him into a hug. Marcel smiled as he hugged her back, before leaning into her ear and quietly whispering.
"There is over a dozen ways I could take advantage of this situation but I'm not one to mess up such a sentimental moment."
Tootie broke the hug and playfully punched him in the shoulder, trying to play off the light blush that showed on her cheeks.
"Like I'd allow that to happen." She said, as they both sat back down.
"Well there was that time at the Christmas Party, but we're not going to talk about that, too many prying ears." said Marcel, looking over to Timmy and Chester.
"What? Spill. What happened at the Christmas Party?" asked Timmy, looking back and forth at Tootie and Marcel.
Tootie kicked who she assumed was Marcel's shin under the table, causing Chester to immediately hiss in pain as he reached under the table to rub his shin.
"Sorry Chester, I was aiming for Marcel. We promised to not say anything about the incident at the Christmas Party." Tootie said, between gritted teeth as she glared at Marcel.
Marcel quirked a brow.
"Who said anything about the Christmas Party incident? I just said 'Well there was that time at the Christmas Party' never said it was an incident but now that Chester and Timmy know that it was an incident, they'll want to know even more so thanks for that." said Marcel.
"And who fault is that now that they know it was an incident? Oh. Mine. Well this wouldn't have happened if you didn't bring it up in the first place." said Tootie.
"Relax, I can quickly kill the conversation before it even begins." said Marcel.
"Uh guys, we're still here with you two as well. Mind filling us in?" asked Timmy, looking at the two bickering teens, confusingly.
Marcel was the first to turn his attention to Timmy, Tootie following only seconds behind.
"Well unfortunately we, well I, can't. We promised not to tell anyone about our mishap but hey, while we're on the subject about the Christmas Party, if anyone ever repeat anything I said here today at this table to anyone, that embrassing photo we all took at the Christmas Party, is getting posted around school." Marcel said, with a sinister grin.
"Wait I'm in that photo too so that's not really a good blackmail pitch, and what about the repercussions of asking about the incident?" asked Tootie.
"I'll get to the incident part in a minute I first wanted everyone, including you, to know repercussions of telling anyone about my soft side." said Marcel, causing Tootie to roll her eyes and wave him off.
"You're bluffing. You wouldn't post that picture around school because you're in the picture as well and would be just as embrassed as us." said the pig-tailed teen.
"You're saying that to a guy that's wearing a vest with cat ears and matching cat gloves. I don't think ~embrassed~ and ~Marcel~ would be even possible in a sentence." said Chester.
"Which is why we're not going to put that theory to a test. That's messed up though man that you're blackmailing us. We're friends, we wouldn't tell anyone about your secret soft side." said Timmy.
"Blackmail is such an ugly word, I see our arrangement as safe assurance that my secret is held with tight lips rather than freely loose ones. Moving on though, before this become a political debate or some crap like that..." said Marcel, before Tootie cut in.
"What about the incident?"
A huge grin would show on Marcel's face as he looked his three friends in front of him.
"Easy. We could just bullshit our story and they will never know if we're lying or telling the truth." said Marcel.
"Or half lying and half telling the truth." Tootie said, with a coy smile.
"Exactly."
"Hm, interesting. Let's try that out who knows, it might be fun." said Tootie, looking at both Timmy and Chester.
"We'll never find out what happened." Chester said, as he dropped his head in defeat.
"Nope." said Tootie, before pulling her phone out.
She began texting away with it, leaving the three boys to their own accord. Both boys was looking at Marcel who was leaned back in his seat staring back at them with a smirk on his face. He waved his fingers at them in a 'hi' gesture which only caused both teen boys to narrow their eyes at him. They weren't about to let the incident story go and Marcel knew it, so he leaned forward in his seat as he propped both elbows up on the table and clasped his hands together before sliding his fingers between one another.
"Fine. I'll tell you a half lie and a half truth, but you two have to figure out which is which and after that, you two don't ask anymore about the incident. Deal?" asked Marcel.
Timmy and Chester both looked at each other. They knew that, that was the best they were going to get and it was surprising that they were getting that. Then again, it could be a trick. And then again, it might not be one. Either way, both boys wasn't passing up the opportunity. They looked back over to Marcel and nodded in agreement.
Taking his hands from one another, Marcel began stroking his chin, more importantly his goatee, staring off in to space as he wondered what to tell the two waiting teens. After a good minute or two, he finally came back to reality and looked back at the two teens as a devilish grin made its way onto his face, indicating he knew what to tell them.
"Alright, this is going to be quite a long story and it might sound a bit far-fetched but trust me there is some truth in it you'll just have to find and pick it out. You sure you don't need to go to the bathroom or grab some grub before I get on with the story?" said Marcel.
"We're good." Both boys answered in unison.
"Whatever, suit yourselves." said Marcel.
He went to continue on talking when Tootie suddenly cut in, interrupting the little story time the three boys had going on.
"Well today is the day." Tootie happily said, as she sat her phone down.
"You're finally off your period? Finally, your crazy mood swings were killing us." Marcel quipped.
Tootie gave Marcel a fake smile as she again attempted to kick him in the shin. This time she accidentally kicked Timmy in the shin causing the brunet to bite his lower lip to keep from loudly making a sound as he rubbed his shin.
"Maybe you should stop with the shin kicking your aiming hasn't really been in your favor as of late." said Chester.
Tootie kicked Chester in his other shin upon hearing that, causing the blond haired teen to once again hiss in pain as he rubbed his shin.
"Seems my aiming isn't all that off. Anyways, before I was rudely interrupted with non-sense, I was saying that today is the day. The day that Marcel and Vicki finally meet. She's outside now trying to find a parking spot. She'll be in here in a minute." said Tootie.
Timmy and Chester both stared at Tootie with their mouths wide open. The three of them had been dreaming of the day Vicki and Marcel finally cross paths and here it was about to happen in a matter of minutes. It then dawned on Timmy that Vicki was there, causing the teen to smile like a goof when he thought of the sight he witnessed back at home. Not the Dinkleburg part. The Vicki part. The brunet's friends looked at him smiling like a goof and waved a hand in front of his face trying to snap him out of it. It took a few attempts until he finally came back to reality.
"Huh? What? Oh, sorry guys I was kinda out of it right there. I was just thinking about..."
"Vicki." Tootie said, with a smile.
"Yeah Vicki. I mean. What? No I was thinking about something else." Timmy quickly said.
"Not you, I'm meant Vicki, as in she's here in the mall." said Tootie, pointing down to Vicki who had now entered the mall.
Vicki had looked up and waved at Tootie before she continued on walking, trying to find a way up to them.
"That's your sister!? Why didn't you tell me your sister was so hot. God, the things I would do to her is unreal." Marcel said, with a smug grin.
"Probably because she knew you'd question about her non-stop and the things Vicki would do to you would be unreal and I don't mean that in a good way." said Chester.
"Sounds like a fun time." said Marcel, causing his three friends to facepalm.
"Well you can tell her that when you meet her but I can't imagine that'll go anywhere good." said Tootie.
Marcel smiled as he got up from his seat and stretched.
"Would if I could, but unfortunately I have to make my glorious exit."
"What?" asked Tootie, as well as Timmy and Chester.
Marcel sighed.
"Today sadly won't be the day I meet Vicki. I'm sorry." He said.
Tootie quickly got up and walked over to stand in front of him. She was trying to say with her body that she wasn't going to allow him to leave without some kind of explaination. Marcel seen this, so reached over and ran his index finger across Tootie's cheek before showing her the little bit of makeup that was smeared on his finger.
"Because of this." He said.
"My makeup?" She questioned.
"Not technically your makeup, but the reason you had to clean your makeup off. I made you cry, no doubt about that and I don't really see a long life in my near future trying to stay here now and explain to your sister how and why I made you cry. The timing is off but maybe some time soon the timing will be right and we'll finally meet each other and before you offer to, I won't allow you to lie for me just to get us to finally meet. For now, just enjoy the rest of the day with your sis and our friends and I'll talk to you tomorrow." said Marcel.
"Alright, whatever." she said, rather sadly as she turned to walk away.
"Hug?" Marcel asked, with a smirk.
Tootie turned to look at him and upon seeing the smirk on his face, she couldn't help but to smile as she hugged him.
"See was that too much to ask for? Might not want to get too much into this hug though, Chester is over there staring at me with those dagger eyes. I think he thinks I'm making a move on his girl." Marcel quietly whispered.
"His what!?" Tootie exclaimed.
"Don't worry I got this." said Marcel.
He would suddenly pick Tootie up almost with no effort and toss her over his shoulder as he went back over to their table.
"I'm wearing a skirt!" Tootie said, loudly.
"Chillax, I'm not even looking up your skirt. Much." Marcel chuckled.
"Marcel put me down. Put me down now!" screamed Tootie.
Marcel shrugged.
"If you say so, Princess."
He sat her down in Chester's lap, causing her to immediately wrap her arms around the back of the blond's neck to keep from falling back. It wasn't intentional, it was to keep from falling over and giving everyone at the table a free show of her underwear. Tootie and Chester looked at each other and then up at Marcel who was reached over and patted Chester on the back.
"You know I always got your back man. Good luck." Marcel said, before bumping fist with Timmy and then walking off.
"W-what? Me and Tootie are friends, dude. We don't look at each other in that kind of way." Chester said to Marcel.
"Yeah and besides, he's not my type. No offense Chester." Tootie added in.
"If that's true then why haven't you two split apart yet? Unless, you two enjoy that kind of physical contact?"
Tootie and Chester once again looked at each other before looking down at their current situation and then quickly ripped apart from each other. Both holding a light blush on their cheeks as the stared off in opposite directions. They both then looked in Marcel's direction but seen that he was now gone so went back to staring completely in opposite directions.
"Well, well, well if it isn't my favorite twerp, my favorite sister, and the one and only blondie." A voice said, approaching the table.
Timmy's face lit up upon hearing that sound of that voice. He knew that voice anywhere and it was hard to forget. He quickly turned his head in the direction of the voice with another goofy smile on his face.
"Vicki." He happily said.
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Marcel silently stared at the trio unnoticably from the shadows. Vicki had playfully put Timmy in a headlock and ruffled his hair but the goofy look on the brunet's face told it all that the teen was off into another reality again and didn't really know what was happening. Tootie and Chester both looked at Timmy and facepalmed as they shook their heads. Vicki looked at Timmy as though she thought she had broken him, that look unfortunately only lasted just seconds before she looked at him with a dull look and slapped him hard across the face, snapping him out of his tranquil state. Marcel subdued a laugh that wanted to escape his lips. He looked down at time on his phone and released a low sigh as he pocketed it and then took off walking in a direction that the trio couldn't see him, quietly laughing to himself.
"Soon Timothy, Victoria, Tootie, and Chester...very very soon." Marcel said, with a devious smile.
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(AN: Now that we got my OC debut squared off it time to get down to business with Timmy and Vicki but of course it won't be a quick and easy hookup. Where is the fun in that? It needs to slowly simmer before bringing it to a boil. We can only expect a good outcome to arise out of this unless Marcel interferes and jeopardizes anything happening between two but the question is would he truly do that? Not easy to answer a question like that about someone that's still technically a mystery. For now, if you're still hanging onto this story please leave some feedback.)