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.
Chapter 3
Tootie tossed and turned agitatedly in her bed as she tried to fall asleep. Unfortunately for her, her mind wouldn't stop racing from thinking about Marcel's supposed joke. Yeah, it was over and done with now and he apologized for it, but it still bothered her.
Marcel had always frustrated her to a point where she was about to flip a lid, but never had she physically harmed him, at least not out of anger as she did today. She didn't know why she had gotten so angry like that about a joke from a person that always makes jokes 24/7.
Was it the severity of the joke that made her angry or was it because of the person that had said the joke? Did she feel hurt by the person that had said it, because she felt that the person was saying their true feelings behind something that was suppose to be a joke? Was she actually angry at Marcel not because of the joke but because she felt that he didn't like her? Wait. Why did it matter if he did or didn't like her? It's wasn't like she had feelings or anything for him...did she?
Tootie couldn't put up with her mind wandering all around the place, especially trying to dive into the concept of her unwanted feelings for the last person on Earth she'd ever consider having feelings for.
She finally opened her eyes as she turned in her bed to look at the clock that read 1:37am. She fell onto her back and sighed as she stared up at the ceiling. Before her mind started wandering off again, she rolled out of bed and walked over to her desk that had a tri-fold vanity mirror on top of it.
The black haired teen stood there, staring silently at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was out of her usual ponytails she kept it in so it freely flowed down her back. She was pretty thankful that she no longer had braces on her teeth, but even more thankful that like her sister, her body grew to have a bit of a shape as well. She wanted to wear contacts to show off her unique blue eyes that faded into purple, but the stress of putting them in and taking them out always made her wary of getting them, so she just stuck with her violet-rimmed oddly shaped glasses with the lashes on them.
Finished checking herself out in the mirror, Tootie snatched up her glasses and put them on as she left out of her room and walked down the hall. She didn't expect anyone in the house to be up so thought that a quick snack and some television couldn't hurt to help her with her sleeping problem.
As she neared the stairs she heard Vicki quietly curse from her bedroom, which made her stop dead in her tracks and looked toward Vicki's room. Tootie could see a visible light gleaming through the crack of Vicki's doorway due to her having the door just barely opened. She silently tip-toed over to Vicki's door and peered through the crack at Vicki sitting at her computer as she frustratingly typed and clicked away.
Tootie thought that Vicki was probably harmlessly browsing the web so turned around to sneak away when suddenly Vicki's next set of words made her freeze up.
"There has to be some logical explanation to explain what makes you tick and withstand the things you do." Vicki said to herself.
Tootie turned around to face Vicki's door with a curious look on her face.
"What the heck is she talking about?" Tootie wondered.
Tootie tried to leaning in more to listen in more on Vicki's conversation she was having with herself, but lost her footing and fell forward against the door causing it to fly open due to her weight against it. Vicki quickly jumped up in a quick defensive stance before she looked down at her sister who was now lying on the floor in front of her.
"Tootie? What the hell, I was nearly about to kicked your teeth in." said Vicki, as she walked over to Tootie and offered her a hand.
Tootie took her hand and pulled herself back to her feet before dusting herself off.
"Sorry sis, I didn't mean to scare you, I thought that everyone was sleep." said Tootie.
Vicki scoffed as she folded her arms across her chest and looked down at her little sister who was now just a few inches shorter than her.
"Trust me, if I was scared then there would've been a hole in my wall from me knocking you through it, but there's not because I have better reflexes from being aware of my surroundings." said Vicki.
"Sounds like another way of refutingly saying 'I wasn't scared' if you ask me" said Tootie.
"Yeah? Well no one asked you." Vicki muttered. "What are you doing up so late anyways? It's a school night if I recall."
"Besides the school part, I can ask you the same thing." said Tootie, as she tried to peek over Vicki's shoulder to look at what was displaying on her computer screen.
Vicki quickly blocked Tootie's view before she could get a good glimpse at what Vicki was doing on her computer.
"I asked you first." Vicki quickly said, to take Tootie's attention off of what she was trying to keep hidden from her.
Tootie knew Vicki wasn't going to easily allow her to see whatever it was she was doing on her computer so gave up on trying to pry into her business. She shrugged and sat down on the side of Vicki's bed.
"I couldn't sleep, my brain decided that it wants to stay awake though my body is completely disagreeing with it." Tootie said, with a soft chuckle.
"Is it because of what that Marcel guy said to you earlier today?" asked Vicki, as she turned off her computer screen and then walked over to her bed and sat next to Tootie. "Don't worry, when me and Marcel finally do meet for the first time, I'm punching his lights out."
"I told you already sis that it's already handled. He apologized to me a-" Tootie said, before being cut off.
"And showed you a softer side of himself that you never knew he had blah blah blah I get it, I won't ring his bells." Vicki said, finishing Tootie's words for her. "He better be lucky you like him so much and I've learned to control my impulsive side, otherwise things would've been ugly if he came into my sights."
"What do you mean like him so much? I don't like him like that. I mean as a friend I do, but I don't have any feelings or anything like that for him." Tootie quickly said.
"I meant like him as a friend. Wait...you like him more than that don't you?" Vicki asked, as her lips curled in to a smirk.
Tootie tried her best not to blush but unfortunately for her she couldn't keep the light pink from showing on her cheeks.
"It makes a lot of sense now, I made you cry when we were younger from tormenting you but, you forgave me because I was your sister. Timmy made you cry from rejecting your love for him, but you forgave him because of your love for him is an undying one...but now that Marcel is in the picture and he made you cry, it's obvious that you forgave him because that undying love you had for Timmy passed onto him." said Vicki.
"Are you done yet or would you like to continue? I'm sure this deep explanation for why I don't want you to beat a friend of mine to a pulp is interesting and all but hearing anymore of this might put me to sleep, which isn't a bad thing now that I think about it." Tootie deadpanned.
"Meow, I see this kitty has gotten claws while I was away." Vicki laughed.
"A lot has changed since you were away...with Ricky." said Tootie.
" Why'd you have to say it like that?" Vicki asked, with a frown.
Tootie shrugged.
"Oh I don't know, maybe because he only was using you and took all of your money, but that's not the kicker yet, the best part was that he left you for a woman that was 3, no wait, 4 times older than you and I put together. Guess that doesn't mean anything since you two got back together and left town." said Tootie.
"I was young and stupid when I left town with him."
"That was only two years ago." Tootie argued.
"Ok so I was just stupid, but I eventually learned that I made a stupid mistake so I broke it off with him not too long after. Now I know what you're wondering 'You said you broke it off with him so where have you been for two years?' Well the answer to that question my dear little sister is that I went to a place that changed me from the evil, selfish, uncaring, manipulative, and tormenting figure I was at first, to the person I am today. It's true that I still hold key parts of my former self but believe me when I say I'm different now and had my eyes opened to things I was once blind to." said Vicki.
"Trust me, I know you've changed, otherwise I would be sleeping in the doghouse outside as we speak from snooping on you and saying some rather sneery comments." said Tootie.
"Why don't we start over anew and leave the past in the past? We can finally sit down and have girl talks like two loving sisters have...ok maybe I haven't completely readied myself for such a revolting girly-girl thing but hell, we can still talk about guys right? And you can tell me all about this Marcel guy you like so much." Vicki said, once again smirking as she seen Tootie's face turn red from blushing.
"I don't like...you know what? No. You're just going to think I'm denying it no matter what I say, so I'm not going to fall for it." said Tootie, in an annoyed tone.
Vicki laughed as she placed an arm around her sister.
"Come on sis, I'm just jerking your chain. I won't bring him back up for the rest of the night, scout's honor." Vicki said, with a sly smile as she held up three fingers.
"Right." Tootie said, as she rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest.
"I'm serious, let's talk. We can talk about anything you like whether it's about Timmy or other stuff...or Timmy." said Vicki.
Tootie quirked a brow at her sister's words.
"Alright I'll push, what is it about Timmy you would like to talk about?" The black haired girl asked.
"Well for starters, you two seem to be comfortable around each other now and not in a romantic or lovey-dovey way, but in more of a best friend type of way. I guess that's a good thing since you once had an awkward obsession for him and you two are now able to look passed that. By the way, is it me or did he become more airheaded over the past two years?" Vicki asked, concerningly.
"He's not usually like that, he just strangely started that today when...you know, he started that when you showed back up in town." Tootie said, in a matter-of-fact tone.
"What are you trying to imply?" Vicki said, as she narrowed her eyes at Tootie.
"I'm not trying to imply anything, just saying that Timmy has been acting weird since you've returned." Tootie replied.
"So you're trying to say what then? That he has some kind of crush on me or something? Fat chance. I did some unforgivable things to Timmy, things that I've tried to look passed and act like they didn't happen, but you can't look passed them because they were too severe and unforgettable. I didn't even expect him to talk to me much less even look at me." Vicki sadly said, as she looked down at the floor.
"So if I'm hearing correctly, you don't object to his crush on you. Am I right?" Tootie asked, with a wily grin.
Had Vicki been drinking anything after the moments of her sister's words, she would've for surely spit it out from the sudden shocking question.
"What? NO! That's not what I was trying to say, I was just only saying...wait, I know what you're doing, you're trying to do to me what I did to you by making up this little fairy tale that the twerp likes me." said Vicki.
"So you're saying that you and Timmy together would be a happily-ever-after dream-come-true?" asked Tootie.
"I don't know. Do you think that you and Marcel together would be a happily-ever-after dream-come-true?" Vicki replied, with a witty comeback.
"Hey! You swore scout's honor that you wouldn't bring him back up." said Tootie.
"Funny thing, I'm not a girl scout. At least not anymore anyways, so me making a scout's honor oath is like someone making an empty promise." Vicki said, refreshingly.
"Right, I should've known." Tootie deadpanned once more, before stretching her arms out as she yawned. "I tell you what sis, meet me after school near the football field. If you're right about Timmy not liking you then I'll admit I'm wrong."
"About only liking Marcel as a friend?" Vicki asked, holding back a short laugh.
"That I was wrong about Timmy having a crush on you, and for the last time, there is nothing between me and Marcel." said Tootie, as she narrowed her eyes at Vicki.
"Okay? What does meeting by a football field have to do with finding out if Timmy is crushing on me or not?" asked Vicki.
"Because Timmy is on the football team? Well actually Timmy, Chester, and Marcel is on the football team. Why else would I ask you to meet me there? It's certainly not to see my cheerleading audition." Tootie replied.
"Woah rewind a bit. You're trying out for the cheerleading squad? You didn't even think twice about even attempting to try to audition for it in middle school, but quickly hopped to the chance for tryouts in high school? What's with the sudden flip-flop?" asked Vicki.
"Told you before sis, a lot has changed while you were away." Tootie answered, with a small smile before stretching as she yawned once more. "Anyways, I think my tiredness is finally starting to catch up with me, so I'm going to go try to get some Z's in before school. See you after school tomorrow?"
"I'll be there, just be ready to up the stakes when I prove you wrong." Vicki said, as she watched Tootie stand and walk over to the door.
"I'm too tired to even think about what you mean by that so I'll just hold off on the questions until tomorrow." Tootie said tiredly, before walking out the door and down the hall back to her bedroom.
Vicki only chuckled as she continued watching Tootie until she made it to her room and shut the door behind her. She then grew quiet as she stood up with a frown and looked over at her turned off computer monitor. Vicki didn't want her sister zeroing in on what she was researching nor did she want to drag her into any of it. Not that Tootie would've actually believed her had she clued her in on what she was trying to hide. No one would've believed her. It didn't matter anyways, her research was currently turning up mumbo jumbo information that led nowhere, but her ending up empty handed.
"The answers has to be somewhere." Vicki quietly said to herself. "I'll eventually find them, it's only a matter of time."
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"Timmy..." a sultry voice said, calling out to the brunet who was staring dreamily at Vicki sitting in the benches with Tootie as the both of them watched his practice.
"...Timmy..." the sultry voice said once more, as Timmy was becoming forevermore lost in his daydream.
"TIMMY!" A boy suddenly yelled, causing the teen boy to return to reality.
It was too late unfortunately. A football quickly zoned in on Timmy and bounced off of his helmet before he unknowingly caught the football in his hands. The teen stared down at the football questionably as though he was lost as to what he was suppose to do.
"DAMMIT TURNER RUN THE BALL!" Timmy's coach screamed.
It then all came back to Timmy what he was doing, but unlucky for him it was too late. Before he could even take a foot forward, he got sacked to the ground which didn't bode well with his coach, who snatched his own hat off with his toupee and angrily threw them on the ground before pinching the bridge of his nose as he walked back and forth.
Tootie and Vicki both cringed upon seeing the brunet getting sacked to the ground before Tootie turned to look at Vicki with a smirk. Vicki rolled her eyes at Tootie and folded her arms against her chest.
"Looks like we should start discussing the stakes you talked about upping." said Tootie.
"Oh hush you." Was all that Vicki could say as she continued watching Timmy's practice.
Chester ran over to Timmy and helped him back up to his feet. Timmy dusted himself off and then looked over to his coach, who was still walking back and forth, but now had a hand over the left side of his face.
"You don't think he's that mad at my bad performance as of late do you?" Timmy asked Chester.
"Dude you tell me, Whitewater High has always been Dimmsdale High's rival at everything and the coach is pushing us extra hard so we can be ready for them next game." Chester answered.
Timmy frowned.
"So I take that as a yes then." said Timmy.
"At the rate you're playing, he's going to bench you for the whole next game." said Chester.
Timmy went to speak but their coach quickly intervened into the conversation causing the brunet to immediately grow quiet.
"No, at the rate you're performing Turner, you'd be lucky that I even consider taking you off the bench for the rest of this season." said the coach. "You either get your head in the game or you sit that helmet down for another person that can get the job done. Where the hell is Evans?"
"Marcel didn't show up to school today sir." Chester answered.
The coach threw his hands in the air as he walked away from the two teens. If he wasn't furious at first, he was sure to be now.
"Perfect, just friggin' perfect. I got players that are so stupid that I think on certain days they stand in the mirror to practice how to be even more stupid than they already are, I got players who's skipping school, and now I got players with their heads so far in the clouds they could be a meteorologist. I should've just retired and bought that farm like my third wife told me to." The coach complained, as he started to walk back toward the school.
"Coach Hanson wait, we can do this." Timmy quickly said, as he ran and caught up with the coach. "I admit that today isn't showing off one of my best moments, but I assure you that I can get my head in the game and we'll be ready for Whitewater High come next game."
Coach Hanson didn't know whether it was the determined look in the teen's eyes or the reassuring tone in his voice that made him believe what Timmy said to him. He sighed one good time before he turned to Timmy and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Good. I know you're a good kid Timothy and I know you have it in you, I can see the determination in your eyes. Now I want you to go out there and show me some plays that will literally knock my damn socks off." said Coach Hanson, before pushing Timmy off toward the football field.
"You got it coach." said Timmy, as he turned to run back onto the field.
After reassuring Coach Hanson that the team wasn't as hopeless as he thought it was, practice continued on for a few more hours with a few minor complications that Timmy and Chester easily handled, though had Marcel been there could've went a whole lot smoother.
When Coach Hanson finally told the team to hit the showers, the whole team sighed in relief and dragged back toward the school, each player exhausted like the other from the amount of hardcore practice they had to do in preparation for their upcoming game.
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Timmy and Chester stepped out the boy's locker room, each with a sports bag hoisted over their shoulder as they walked down the hall. The shower had refreshened the two teens at least up until the two of them feel the aches start to kick in, then that's when the real hell starts to happen.
As the two of them continued walking, they spotted a familiar redhead waiting down the hall for them. Chester was the first to stop, which caused Timmy to stop along with him as he stared at his blonde friend.
"What's up?" Timmy asked Chester, with a quirked brow.
"I just remembered I promised Tootie that I'd be there to walk her home after cheerleading tryouts." said Chester, as he started to slowly back away with his eyes focused on Vicki.
"You did? Since when did you care about...wait a minute. Are you still afraid Vicki? We were just at the mall with her yesterday, you seemed perfectly fine then." said Timmy.
"That was because Tootie was with us at the time and we were in public. You can do that whole spacing out thing you've been doing lately to look passed Vicki's scariness, but I can't, so I wish you the best of luck." said Chester.
"Wait, you can't obvi-" Timmy started to say, but stopped mid-sentence when Chester quickly dashed away leaving behind nothing but a dust trail.
"Well thanks for caring about my well-being bro." Timmy quietly said to himself.
Timmy didn't exactly want to be left alone with Vicki by himself, at least not yet anyways. It wasn't that he was scared of her anymore, it was more of the fact that just last night he gave himself a pep-talk in the mirror about how he was going to deal with being around Vicki and needed to change his current state of mind that was always thinking about her when she came around now, too bad he was off to a bad start.
"I guess it's better to stare your problems down in person, than to think long and hard about solutions in a mirror." Timmy said to himself, before turning to continue to walk toward the exit.
He came to a sudden halt and froze up when he noticed Vicki was now standing just inches away from him with a coy smile on her face. She wore a cropped dark blue denim jacket over a white seamless crochet tube top with dark blue high waist cut off jean shorts and some black and white korean style hollow buckle sandals. She was dressed more stylish than what he was wearing, which were just a pink casual short-sleeve button down shirt over a white tanktop and blue jeans with some pink and white canvas shoes that couldn't be complete without his pink hat.
"What's the problems you're having?" Vicki suddenly asked, breaking the unnoticed awkward silences between them.
Timmy would've quietly cursed to himself has Vicki not been in listening range. He didn't expect her to creep up on him as he was talking quietly to himself, then again, he didn't know why he was talking to himself in the first place to begin with. The brunet would then quickly turn his attention back onto Vicki who was still standing in front of him, waiting for an answer from the teen.
"Uh... huh?" Was all that Timmy could manage to say, which caused Vicki to look at him confusingly.
"You said something about staring down your problems and whatnot. What problems are you having?" The redhead asked once more.
"Oh they're nothing, just stuff. Guy stuff. Shouldn't you be with Tootie at her cheerleading tryouts?" Timmy quickly questioned.
"You would think me being her big sister that I'd be there to support her, but nope because she made me pinky promise not to show up and watch her tryout." Vicki muttered.
"You never let that stop you before so why start now?" Timmy asked, though he wish he hadn't when Vicki looked at him rather sadly.
"And why do you say that, because you think I'm still the old evil Icky Vicky?" She asked, before quickly looking away from Timmy as she tried to brush off the sadness she was currently feeling.
"Look I didn't mean to offend you. I can see that you've change, it's clear as day that everything about you has changed, inside and out." said Timmy, as he looked her up and down, before embarrassingly realizing his choice of words. "Not that I'm saying that I was checking you out or anything. Not that I'm saying that you're not attractive or anything. Not that I'm sa-"
"Twerp?..." Vicki finally called out, to end the brunet's prattling.
"Yeah?" Timmy answered.
"I get it." She said.
"Ok." said Timmy, before he grew quiet.
"Anyways, let's not try to dwell on the bad things in the past. Wanna go hit up the arcade with me?" asked Vicki, as she looked at Timmy with a smile.
"You can't be serious." said Timmy.
"A simple no would've sufficed." Vicki said, with a frown.
"No. I mean, I'm not saying no to your offer, I just can't believe that you still play video games. I thought that you would eventually cast it aside and deem it a childish hobby for someone your ag-...mature like you." said Timmy.
Vicki scoffed.
"Childish hobby? I might've changed a lot about myself, but my interest for video games isn't going to change anytime soon." said Vicki. "So do you wanna go or not? Doesn't really matter to me if you do or don't come, I'm still going regardless."
"Don't you want to wait for Tootie?" Timmy asked Vicki, who had began to walk toward the exit of the school.
"She's a big girl, she knows her way back home and sure as hell can handle herself if some creep tries to make a move on her. Besides, I'm sure Chester is going to walk her home anyways. Yeah, I seen him chicken out and leave you all by your lonesome self. Some friend he is." said Vicki, as she stopped at exit and turned to look at him. "Last chance twerp, you coming or not?"
Timmy didn't have anything better to do than go home and become a couch potato until it was time to do his homework and then pass out. That was unless he didn't get any calls or text from his three friends. He looked at Vicki and shrugged, before walking toward the exit to where she was.
"I have a free schedule for the rest of the day, so I don't see why not." He finally said.
"I knew you'd say yes eventually." Vicki said, with a smile as she looped an arm under his.
Timmy tried his best to hide his blush as the two of them exited the school and walked to the parking lot to her car. He didn't expect to wake up today and spend time with his ex-evil babysitter in an arcade of all places, but if he was going to get over his unexplainable crush he had for her then he was going to have to nip the problem right in the bud, otherwise his pep talk would've been all for nothing, not that it was helping any.
As the duo near the car, Vicki broke away from Timmy, but not before gently running a hand along his arm and moving away to the driver side while he got in on the passenger side. Timmy silently stared at Vicki as she got in on the driver side and then turned to look at him with a puzzled look.
"What?" Vicki asked, with a sly smile.
Timmy only shook his head and looked away. Had he tried to speak, he would blushed even deeper than he already was which would've then been a field day for the redhead. If she wasn't already having one.
"What was with that touch? Does she know I like her? Could she possibly like me? Wait, this isn't what I prepared myself for. I told myself that I didn't have a crush on Vicki and it was obviously my hormones are getting caught up in some weird messy miscalculation with my brain or something...ok so I don't have a logical excuse, but even if I wanted it, a future with Vicki has to be scientifically impossible given our history." thought Timmy.
The car finally pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the road, heading toward the arcade that was near downtown in Dimmsdale.
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By the time the two of them left the arcade, the sun had long set and the moon was out, shining brightly in the night sky. Timmy exited the arcade with a hand over his face as he shook his head while Vicki casually strolled behind him, holding her jacket over her shoulder.
"Jeez, what time is it?" asked Vicki.
"Give or take it's a little after eight." muttered Timmy. "I didn't even know the arcade stayed open this late."
"Well...I might've used my reputation to persuade the owner to let us stay for another hour or so." Vicki said, with a finger on her chin. "Time sure do fly when you're having fun."
"Maybe when you are having fun." griped Timmy.
"Oh? Is the little twerp upset that he got schooled by a girl?" asked Vicki, as she leaned her head close to his.
"Schooled? The only reason you kept winning was because you were cheating." said Timmy, dropping his hand from his face to look at the redhead with narrowed eyes.
"Woah watch where you're throwing that 'C' word around. I beat you fair and square, and if you can't accept that then not only are you a loser, you're a sore loser." said Vicki, before she poked her tongue out at him.
"If you hadn't taken your jacket off to distract me, I would've won majority of the games we played." said Timmy, before realizing his mistake.
"Hmm, is that so? Are you saying that my body is distracting you from thinking properly?" asked Vicki, as her lips curled into a smirk.
"Yes. I mean maybe. I mean no...I don't know." Timmy blurted out.
"Looks like Tootie might've been onto something with the twerp's behaviour around me. Heh, it's kinda cute actua- woah where the hell did that come from? I can't be thinking like that about him, I mean we couldn't even have a future even if we wanted to given our history. Not that I would allow it even if it was possible. I need to clear the air between us before this esculates into something awkward." Vicki thought, as she looked at a conflicted Timmy.
"You...have some kind of thing for me, don't you twerp?" asked Vicki.
Timmy didn't even know how to answer that question. On one hand, he could admit to what ever it was that he was feeling, but then things would possibly be awkward between them and him and Tootie for feeling the way he does about Vicki. On the other hand, he could deny it, but now thinking about it, Vicki would see through his denial and he would still be in the same boat as if he admitted it to her. After an awkward amount of time went by, and he gathered up enough courage to finally say something, he went to speak, but then suddenly stopped when Vicki had spoke before him.
"Look I get that you have this weird crush or whatever vibe that I'm attracting to you and all, but you and I both know that nothing could happen between us. Personally I'm flattered and I'm not saying that I would like something between us that can't happen because I don't, to be honest I like older men and you're too young for me just like I'm too...mature for you. What I'm trying to say is that you need to stop feeling what you're feeling about me so things can get back to a normal basis. When Tootie told me that you could possibly have some kind of crush on me I c-"
"Wait. Tootie told you that I had a crush on you so the first thing you do is quickly hop to the chance of finding out if it's true by taking me to the arcade and acting all alluring? Tell me now that you know, was it worth it? Did you get your thrill out of killing any feelings I might've had for you?" Timmy asked, cutting off Vicki's rejection speech.
" Hold on Timmy, I di-"
"Save it! I've heard enough from you to know that even though you may have changed, a huge part of your old self is still there, its just slowly seeping through the cracks of the wall you built around it. Now that you had your personal fun, I'll just walk myself home now." said Timmy, before he turned from Vicki and started walking down the street.
"Grr, will you let me explain?" asked Vicki.
Timmy didn't bother to look back or even answer her as he continued to walk down the street. Vicki quietly cursed under her breath before she raced to catch up with him, leaving her car behind in the arcade parking lot. If it got towed she could once again use her reputation to easily persuade the impound to release it free of charge. Her reputation was currently coming in handy, but she didn't know how long that was going to last so she planned to use it every opportunity she could when it was required.
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Timmy and Vicki walked the longest in silence, neither one saying a word to the other. Vicki would occassionally look in Timmy's direction in hopes that he'd at least shoot a look in her direction, but his eyes remained looking forward through their whole trip.
As they were finally nearing his house, Vicki couldn't do it any longer. She grabbed his arm and spun him around to face her, but before she could get a word out he snatched his arm out of her grip and then turned around to continue to walk.
"How am I suppose to fix this if won't even stand still for me to talk to you?" Vicki asked Timmy.
Timmy once more didn't bother to reply as he continued walking. Vicki dropped her head and sighed. She was about to let him walk by himself to his house, had he not passed it up and continued on down the street. Was he walking her home instead? Vicki followed behind Timmy as he ventured on down the street until he came to her house. He would then walk up to her door, before finally turning around to face her.
"So even though you're not talking to me, you walked me all the way home? You're either the sweetest asshole or you're...it doesn't even matter, because it looks as though you're not going to say anything to me anyways so I won't waste another breath." Vicki said, as she walked up to Timmy.
When Vicki finally made it to the door, Timmy silently walked passed her as made his way back onto the sidewalk. Vicki shook her head as she was about to enter her house when suddenly something snapped in her that caused her to turn around and face the brunet who had begun walking back to his house.
"You know what? Fuck you Turner. I've tried countless of times to get through to you to show you that I left that old former self of mine in past. You want to ignore me then that's perfectly fine, I don't care. You want to think that I used you to sate some weird and twisted amusement you think I still get out of messing with you then that's fine with me as well, because I don't care about that either. You're just like the rest of them. The rest of the people that thinks that I'm going to eventually crack and wither back down to my old self and that's funny because I didn't think you'd be one of those people to quickly lose hope in me. I get that we have a lot of bad blood between us, but I was hoping that when you've seen that I've changed that you'd at least be able to forgive me and we'd be able to be on good terms with one another. Maybe even be friends, but I see now it was just false hope. Something that I wanted to come true, but I guess never will happen. I could continue going on with this until the sun comes up, though I rather not talk my ass off that long so I'm just going to end it here. I'm just sorry that I wasn't the Vicki that you hoped had changed from that evil babysitter that tormented you back when you were a kid." Vicki said, starting off angrily and then ending with a calmer tone.
Timmy had long since stopped walking, though he hadn't turned around to look at her as she spoke. He didn't know why he didn't give Vicki the benefit of the doubt or why he was so mad at her. Could it have been Vicki's rejection that caused him to be so riled up? No, it was only just a crush he had on her. Getting upset over a rejection like that would've indicated that there was something more there than just a crush, feelings would've had to be involved as well, but he couldn't have had feelings for Vicki even if she is showing off a changed side of her. That would be crazy, right?
Timmy slapped himself so that his brain didn't try to push more into those thoughts. He had to focus on fixing things between him and Vicki, he just hated that he was too blockhead to even bother to listen to what Vicki wanted to tell him back at the arcade. He finally turned around to speak, but seen that Vicki had by now opened the door to her house and stepped inside so immediately dropped his head as he sighed and turned back around to walk home.
He went to take a step forward when all of the sudden he heard Vicki scream out her sister's name in such a heartbroken scream that caused the brunet to do a quick 180 and race toward the house. Upon reaching the door, he seen that the front room of the house was trashed, but more importantly, he seen Chester carrying an unconcious Tootie bridal style as blood ran down the side of her face and from the many cuts that were scattered on her body.
Timmy quickly pulled his phone out and call 911 as he looked over at Vicki who just stood where she was, petrified as she stared at her sister with such horror in her eyes. Never had he seen such frightness in one's eyes, especially someone like Vicki. It wasn't sorrow in her eyes from her sister, but fear. The question now was: What was it that had Vicki in such a panic?
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(An: I want to start off by thanking everyone for the feedback, I really appreciate all of it. For the longest I've been holding this chapter in my head, especially when I was writing the chapters for 'Differences' too bad my brain only processed 1/4 of the next chapter for 'Differences' but I'm positive once I get to working on it, my brain will get back to it and help with the rest. The funny thing about this chapter is that as I was writing it, I thought up another story to write though this time it wouldn't focus on romance, but more on Action or Thriller that kind of thing. It would be about Timmy and of course my favorite OC being a paired (Not romantically) as a pair of private investigators. I might or might not write it depending on how 'Temptation' and 'Differences' holds up, but I'm really tempted to write it. Opinions?)