Arriving at the mall, Tootie got out of Vicky's car and thanked her.
"No problem sis! Say hi to 'Tristan' for me!"
Tootie rolled her eyes. "Bye Vicky."
She watched her sister speed away and cut off several people.
"Okay... here goes... something..." Tootie made her way through the mall and toward the arcade, toward where Trixie would be.
Spying the girl in her now trademark red hat, Tootie ran over but stopped herself from leaping at her like she did before.
"Tootie?"
"We ah... we need to talk, about us."
"Okay...?" Tootie led Trixie over to one of the mall's many benches.
"I-" Tootie stopped and seemed to contemplate her next words. "I thought about yesterday, a lot."
"You mean when I kissed you."
"Damnit! It's weird when she's so confident and I'm..." "Yeah, that."
"So...?"
"I'm... not really sure. The only person I've ever been that close to is Timmy... and he didn't really return my feelings..." Tootie looked off at nothing in particular, then shifted her gaze to her hands, which were now holding Trixie's. "But... I like you, like, really like you... and I was wondering... if you wanted to give us a shot..." as she spoke, Tootie's face went from pink to progressively redder, she could now feel the heat from her own cheeks and absently wondered if she might get a nose bleed at this rate.
"Well... of course I do. I've just been waiting for you to make the first move. I don't want to push you into something and make you uncomfortable..."
"But you kissed me yesterday."
"I didn't say I was patient..." Trixie grinned at Tootie.
"I talked to my sister about... us. She says that I might be associating my feelings for 'Tristan' with you and getting my wires a bit... crossed."
"So she thinks you like Tristan and you're not sure if you like me, right? Well... do you like me? And I mean Trixie, not Tristan."
"I already told you I do."
"Okay...? Hm... Maybe... we could try going out on a... date?" Trixie asked hopefully.
"A date? Like... romantic dinner, see a movie... that kinda thing?"
"Well... if you wanna go all cliché on me..."
Tootie smiled at Trixie slyly. "Maybe I like cliché?"
Trixie returned the smile. "Nothing wrong with that."
"So um... where should we go?"
"There's a Giovanni's in the mall; we could go there?"
"I can't afford to eat at a place like that..." Tootie looked down sadly.
"Luckily for you, the boyfriend tends to pay for his girlfriend's food." Trixie adjusted her red baseball cap slightly.
"You saying I'm the girl in this relationship?"
"Yes." Trixie responded without missing a beat.
"Why do I have to be the girl?" Tootie whined in mock-annoyance.
"Because you're the one dressed as a girl. Now let's go." Trixie grabbed Tootie's hand and pulled her along through the mall until they found the restaurant that Trixie had specified. Trixie began walking toward the entrance, but was stopped by Tootie. "What's up?"
"Um... don't we need to get kinda dressed up to go to this place? And I've heard you need a reservation..."
Trixie chuckled somewhat haughtily. "Good thing you're with me then." Trixie continued leading Tootie into the restaurant and over to the maitre'd.
"Hello... what can I do for you two?" the man spoke with an annoying and obviously fake french accent.
"Tang, party of two." Trixie spoke authoritatively in her normal voice, rather than her Tristan one.
"Hm... I'm sorry, I-"
Trixie pulled out her phone. "Daddy? I need a reservation for Giovanni's at the mall. Thanks Daddy!" Trixie pocketed her phone and began checking her nails; an odd sight to see for the maitre'd, seeing as how the person in front of him looked like a boy.
"Who-" the maitre'd began to speak, but was cut off as the phone in front of him began to ring. "One moment." he picked up the phone. "Hello? Yes, I- Oh! I see... My apologies, I didn't realize- Yes of course..." the maitre'd, who now looked just a bit flustered, returned his attention to the couple in front of him as he hung up the phone. "Right this way Ms. Tang. I didn't recognize you in... whatever that is that you're wearing..."
"Not to worry!" Trixie exclaimed happily as she followed the maitre'd and led Tootie to their table where they sat down.
"I'll send over whoever isn't busy to be your waitress." the maitre'd quickly trotted off and both girls hoped it would be the last they saw of him.(The author did too, because he was getting tired of typing 'maitre'd').
"Must be nice to have friends in high places."
"Oh that? Just my dad, he insists on having a little piece of every business in Dimmsdale in his pocket. It comes in handy. Don't you have something like that?"
"Kind of... I assume your dad is a benefactor of sorts to most of the businesses he's involved with?"
"Yeah."
"Well Vicky is... she can certainly get things when she wants to... but she's definitely not a benefactor. Most of the time, she gets reservations and the like through blackmail... or worse."
"Worse than blackmail? Do tell!"
"Well, there's the intimidation. Vicky believes that if there's something she wants, then there is no reason not to have it. If she can't have it, she usually takes it. By force, blackmail, threats, you name it."
"Sounds like you must've had a rough childhood growing up with Vicky." Trixie sipped from her glass of water.
"It... wasn't the easiest time. My Mom and Dad are still terrified of Vicky... But... I dunno, something's off about her lately."
"You said she has a boyfriend?"
"Yeah, that's gotta be it. I've never, and I mean never seen her like this. She's- she's... bubbly even! Seeing her as mean Vicky for so long... it's creepy."
Trixie, who was now looking at her menu, but still listening, now lowered the menu to look at Tootie. "If I were you, I'd just go with it and enjoy it while it lasts. From how you make her sound, this guy probably won't last too long."
"I don't know... the other guys never made her feel so... giddy..."
"That's good to then, right? If this relationship lasts, maybe she'll turn over a new leaf and start acting nice to you?"
"Yeah, and maybe Hell will freeze over, pigs'll fly, and people will get fairy godparents! ...Sorry. I just don't think that one guy has the power to change Vicky for the better..."
"Hm... maybe you're right..."
"Hey, I'm... Heather... I'll be... uh..."
Trixie looked up at the waitress. "Something wrong? Never seen a couple of twelve year old girls enjoying dinner in a fancy restaurant before?"
"No." the waitress addressing herself as Heather deadpanned at Trixie. "You two on a date or something?"
Tootie blushed and hid behind her menu, while Trixie coughed into her hand nervously.
"Why do I always get the weird ones?" "Whatever." Heather shrugged her shoulders indifferently. "Not my place to judge. What can I get you?"
Meanwhile...
Vicky drove out of the mall parking lot and headed towards Timmy's house. She didn't have anything else to do, so why not go see her boyfriend? "I... want to go see him. I don't need to, yeah, that's it!" she was trying(in vain) to convince herself that she wasn't... needy. She was Vicky; strong, independent, don't-need-no-man Vicky. Not... "Not lovestruck, swooning Vicky. Nope." Vicky took out her phone and dialed Timmy's number.
"Vicky?"
"How'd you know it was me?"
"I have caller ID? Like... I don't know, everyone?"
"Hm. I'm coming over." Vicky said plainly.
"But... my parents-"
"Would probably love to go to..." Vicky searched through her car's glove compartment. "The Dimmsdale Dimmadome! And see... Ugh... Chip Skylark..."
"How do you always have tickets to these big events?"
"Now now Twerp. If I told you all my secrets... well, they wouldn't be secrets anymore, would they?"
"What are we gonna do?"
"Whatever you wanna do..." Vicky said seductively.
She heard Timmy gasp from the other end of the line. "Cool! I got a new Crash Nebula game and-"
Vicky tuned him out as she headbutted her steering wheel and sighed. "Right... he has no idea what innuendo is..."
"You okay? I heard a thumping sound." the worry was evident in his voice.
"I'm fine. Be there in... Now."
Timmy looked outside his bedroom window to see Vicky's car pull up, then the red-head herself step out and walk around his house, rather than to his front door. "Where are you going?"
"Cank tlk mow, fome en mouf..." Vicky was behind Timmy's house, pulling out a climbing ax while holding her phone in her mouth.
"What?" Timmy struggled to understand the gibberish being emitted by his phone.
"Ay said, cank tlk mo- Gr..."
There was a sound from Vicky's end that sounded a lot like a climbing ax being driven into the side of a house repeatedly. "What the?"
KNOCK
Timmy turned to look at his window to see Vicky knocking on it with her free hand while the other was(predictably) holding on to a climbing ax embedded in the side of his house. Timmy looked at her for several seconds in disbelief. "What are you doing?!"
Vicky scowled at him and looked at the pane of glass separating the two.
"Oh right." Timmy put down his phone and walked over to and opened the window, allowing Vicky to climb in.
"Blah!" Vicky spit her phone out onto Timmy's bed. "I couldn't really talk with a phone in my mouth. I'm being spontaneous! I was going to use the front door, but then I had an excellent excuse to try out my climbing ax."
"How much siding did you tear off the house?"
Vicky thought back to the large pieces of siding laying in Timmy's backyard. "Only a little..."
"Glad I'm not paying for it. Wanna go give those tickets to my parents?"
"Oh! Thanks for reminding me!" Vicky left Timmy's room, but was quickly followed out by the room's owner. "Something up?"
"No, just happy you're here!" Timmy wrapped his arms around her legs and hugged them, forcing her to stop in her tracks to keep from falling over.
Vicky looked down and blushed ever so slightly. "W-well I'm happy to be here... but I need my legs back."
Timmy released Vicky after several more seconds and the two conyinued downstairs.
Back at the Mall...
Tootie and Trixie now sat at their table silently. Awkwardly.
"So, I-" "I um-" both spoke at the same time.
"Um... you go ahead Trixie."
"No it's alright Tootie."
Both now blushed.
"Um... this was nice. Thanks for buying me dinner Trixie."
"Well it's the least I can do for Tristan's girlfriend." Trixie said with a wink and a smile.
"You mean Trixie, right?"
"Do you?"
"Of course I do! We have so much in common and like I said, I really like you... It's just... I'm not great at being... reserved about these types of things. I know you wanna keep 'us' on the DL, but-"
"Hey, don't worry about that. If people find out about us, then they find out. If they don't like the idea, then to Hell with 'em, y'know?"
"A-alright..." Tootie wasn't so sure... but Trixie seemed so confident...
"Hey, how 'bout we head back to the arcade?"
"Um... actually... would you wanna come over my house for a bit? We could play games or... um..."
"I'd love to." Trixie smiled at Tootie and laid her hand over hers.
A/N: Okay, that's it for this. A thousand apologies for taking so long to finish this one. I just wasn't really feeling it like I was Timmy and Vicky. But I put a few little Tootie/Trixie moments in the other stories, so there's that.