This whole chapter was part of my dream. The very beginning of my next chapter will be part of my dream, and, once again, I will tell you when it switches.

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM.

I sighed and rubbed my temples. What was he doing here this late at night? He broke my heart, couldn't he see that?

I glared down at him, "What do you want?"

He looked down sheepishly, "I really wanted to apologize…"

I grabbed my desk chair and I pulled it to the window. I sat down, putting my elbows on the window sill so I could rest my chin in my hands, "For…?"

"Um," He took a moment to think, "For being a jerk? For making you cry? For ruining the date?"

I turned away angrily, "How about for breaking my heart."

"Tootie," he began, "I'm so so so so sorry-"

"Well maybe it won't work this time!" I snapped suddenly. So much for controlling my temper.

He looked startled, "Huh?"

"I said," grinding my teeth, "It. Won't. Work. This. Time."

"But-"

"No! You always have to find some cute way to apologize, and then I automatically give in! Then you find some way you can make it up to me! Well, maybe I've had it with the pain! Just because I love you as much as I did a few hours ago doesn't mean I will forgive you this time!"

"But…Tootie…" He looked as though he was about to cry. He looked like he already was, but it was still raining, so it was really hard to tell.

"Just. Leave."

He paused for a moment, before turning his back and running down the street. He never looked back.

I shook in the cold and slammed my window shut. I was completely soaked. I ran to the bathroom to find a towel, and wrapped it in my hair. I lay back in my bed to think. Well, yeah, I was a little harsh back there. But have you ever heard the phrase "let the punishment fit the crime"? Well, I guess that wouldn't work here. He obviously didn't love me, and if he did love me, he wouldn't hurt me on purpose, right? He needed to know how I felt about what happened at the park. I could still apologize later. Besides, tomorrow was Saturday. I could walk over tomorrow morning and talk to him.

All I had to do now was get some sleep.

I awoke to the bright, warm, cloudless day of Saturday. I felt great! I mean, what kid doesn't feel god when they wake up to the perfect Saturday morning? I walked over to the window to open it and enjoy the warm breeze, before I stepped on very damp carpeting. Looking down, I saw a huge puddle of water right next to the window. I shrugged, remembering it had rained last night. But why was the window open?

…

Oh, yeah.

I groaned loudly and rubbed my temples. I really didn't feel like going over to his house. But guilt overcame me as I started getting dressed in my usual outfit. I rushed downstairs and out the door, muttering a "Be back later" to my parents on the way out. His house was only down the street; an easy walking distance.

I arrived at the front door within the next five minutes. I took a deep sigh and rang the doorbell. Surprisingly enough, his mother answered. "Uh….Hello, Mrs. Turner. Is Timmy here?"

"Why, yes! He just went back up to his room right after breakfast. I'm sure he'll be glad to see you!"

"Um, yeah, I'll just go and see him in his room," I replied quickly, pushing past her and rushing up the stairs.

I found his room quickly. Or as I assumed, because all other rooms' doors were open and I could tell they weren't his room. There was only one door closed, and I guessed it was his room. I sighed deeply again, and slowly reached forward to knock. A sudden noise made me freeze. It wasn't just any noise, but voices! Coming from his room! I leaned forward to listen; I could only recognize one voice, and that was Timmy's. I couldn't tell at all what they were saying, except for a few words.

A woman was heard, "But she….hurt…..for-"

A man's voice, "stalking…"

Timmy's voice came in defensively, "not anymore…"

Then a baby's laughter. Who was in there? Wouldn't Mrs. Turner have told me if he had friends over? They didn't even sound like friends! More like a mother and father with their child! I don't recall any of the Turners mentioning family visiting.

Then who could he possibly be talking to?

I reached for the doorknob, but it started turning suddenly. Panicking, I did the first thing that came to mind; I ran and hid.

I watched as Timmy left his bedroom, say something over his shoulder, and walk to the bathroom down the hallway. I walked out slowly from behind the wall and crept over to stand next to his bedroom door. The people were still there. I listened closely.

"You idiot!" the woman said.

"Whaaaaat?" The man complained loudly. The baby giggled again.

"You know exactly what!" the woman nagged, "No more extreme wishes that involved flying to the sun! You could've killed Timmy!"

I really didn't know what to make of this. I was really confused and slightly scared. I mean, wouldn't you be, too?

"But c'mon!" The male chirped, "The point is he didn't and that makes it okay!"

The woman groaned loudly, "And you were telling him about all the weird things Tootie has done! That was the past Tootie, Cosmo! She doesn't do that anymore!"

So, they were talking about me. I was severely frightened, because how could people I never met know about me? I was angry and terrified. So I once again took action without thinking. I stormed into the bedroom.

"Who are you, and how do you know about me?"

Everyone in the room, including me, froze.

I front of me there were three people, three creatures, floating! Floating! They had wands, and wings, and floaty crowny things! The woman had curly pink hair, and the male had straight green hair. Next to them was a spherical baby with curly purple hair.

"Uh…I…uh…"

Well, I wasn't exactly sure what to say. I mean, these people were flying right before my eyes! Have you ever seen such a thing? I sure haven't!

"Okay, Cosmo and Wanda, let's-"

We all turned to see Timmy standing frozen in the doorway, "Uh…"

I kind of huddled back to the wall, "Timmy? Who are they?"

Timmy dropped his head, "Their names are Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof."

They all looked like deer caught in headlights. What was wrong?

The three creatures sighed, "And we're-"

Lights and sirens went off everywhere, "Timmy's Fairy Godparents!"

I immediately felt excited, "Fairies? As in magic?"

Wanda smiled down at me, "That's right, Sweetie."

I turned to Timmy, "After all those years I knew you, all those searches for my biggest desire, and you've had it all along?"

His head hung sadly, "Well, I've only had them for a few months actually…"

"So why didn't you tell me about them before?"

Wanda spoke up for him, "You see, Tootie, there is this rule. Actually many rules come with having fairies. The biggest and most important…"

Her voice trailed off. I tried to get her to continue, "Yes…?"

Timmy broke the silence, "The most important, is if we reveal our fairies…"

A huge explosion was heard from the corner of the room.

"TIMMY TURNER."