I hastily ran around my room, throwing articles of clothing onto the bed every few moments. Despite the fact I was still extremely pissed about the date a week ago, I was also very excited. I mean, I would be staying only a few doors away from Timmy Turner!

I packed pajamas, clothes, undergarments, toiletries, and an extra pair of shoes. A few gadgets, based on what I know from Timmy about fairies, were promptly shoved into a small duffel bag and I raced downstairs.

"I'm ready!" I yelled to my sister in the kitchen.

"About time, twerpette!" She hissed, munching on a few cookies. Unfortunately, Timmy was supposed to be watched by Vicky tonight. But since we'd already planned on me coming over, I'd walk over with Vicky and she'd watch us both.

"Yeah, whatever…" I mumbled in response. Unlike everyone else, I was totally use to the way Vicky worked, and wasn't so scared of her anymore.

She swung my bag over her shoulder and grabbed my wrist, dragging me out with her.

Moments later, we arrived at their front door. Vicky mustered up the cheesiest sincere smile she could manage and rang the doorbell. I rolled my eyes right before she flicked me in the ear.

"Hello, Mrs. Turner!" Came her signature bubblegum greeting when the door swung open.

I noticed Mr. Turner standing behind his wife, eyeing me.

"Vicky! We're glad you're here! The don't-bring-your-kid-to-the-dance dance starts in forty-five minutes. Hey, honey, look! It's that girl Timmy won't stop talking abo-!"

"COMING THROUGH!"

I felt someone grab my hand and drag through the crowd of adults and drag me up the stairway. My hand was released as I was forcefully thrown into a bedroom and the door was slammed shut behind me.

I turned and smiled, "Well, hello to you, too!"

Timmy bowed his head, smiling a little.

"What was it your dad was saying about you and me?"

His head shot up and he blushed, "Uhn… um… are you ready for tomorrow?"

He obviously attempted to change the subject, but I played along anyways. I explained how I brought the butterfly nets. He smiled and nodded.

"Awesome!"

Timmy slid under the bed and pulled out a white glowing fabric bag. Untying it, he pulled out a giant pack of floss, a handheld mirror with a purple frame, a belt with what looked like rotting Easter eggs, a small jetpack, and a pair of glasses with a nose and moustache attached.

"And this is…?" I rose an eyebrow and motioned to the pile of stuff he dragged out.

"Well, what's obvious is obvious. Otherwise I have exploding Easter eggs from the Easter bunny, super strong floss from the Tooth Fairy, and…" He picked up the glasses, "These weird things from the April Fool. Which do you prefer?"

He crossed his eyes and stick out his tongue, "This face?" I held back aloud smirk.

He squeezed the nose and his face looked like a clown, "A clown?" I hid my face in my hands, biting my lip.

"Maybe a mix of the two?"

I dared to look up from my hands, and immediately cracked. Laughter filled me as I tried to look from the face he was making: a clown's face, wearing hipster glasses, as he pulled back his lips and stuck his tongue out.

He laughed at me for a moment and put them back. I finally calmed down enough to speak.

"You have all these from… holiday icons?" I said, amazed.

"Pretty much," he scratched the back of his head, "I also had one of Cupid's arrows-"

"Cupid's arrows? You mean like a love arrow?"

"…Yes."

My heart just sank until I was sure it hit the floor. A love arrow?

Who he could've possibly used that on was narrowed down to the one person she hated most.

Trixie Tang.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, "I see. That's nice."

The boy immediately noticed a change in my voice, "But only for, uh, saving the world and stuff."

Despite my oncoming tears, I couldn't help but smile. Like I had screamed at him earlier, he always found a cute way to apologize.

And, as always, I gave in.

"So, you do this 'saving the world' thing pretty often?"

An eye-roll and shrug, "Eh, every once in a while."

He sorted through his items.

"You get the protecting cape, I get the glasses. You get the floss, I get the jetpack…"

I pointed to the eggs, "And I'm assuming we're not going to kill anybody with those bombs, right?"

Timmy grunted and gently shoved them back under the bed.

"No mirror, either," he said as he pushed it back under.

"TWERP! TWERPETTE! DINNER! NOW!"

We gave each other a panicked look and ran down the stairs.

Upon reaching the kitchen, they had realized she had already set out hot TV dinners for the two.

"Wow," Timmy looked completely stunned, "Thanks, Vicky…"

We heard a small growl from the living room.

"Don't get used to it…"

… And to top it all off, Vicky made US dinner! It's pretty much been the best day of my life!-

Well, except for last Friday, before Trixie intervened. Yeah, that was nice, too…

I chuckled to myself and set the pen down on the bed next to my diary. I glanced at the clock.

8:30, and I was already getting tired.

We came up from dinner only an hour ago, and I had gotten in my pajamas and ready for bed since then. The Turners decided to let my stay in their rarely-used guest bedroom, which you had to pass to get to Timmy's room.

After rereading what I had written in my diary, I glanced up at the doorway. There stood Timmy Turner himself. A bit shocked, I gently smiled at him, and he seemed to subconsciously return it. He looked lost in thought, but also observed me in a weird way.

Then it struck me.

He's never seen me in anything but pigtails and either my school clothes or cream puff scout uniform.

I must've looked totally different with my hair completely down and my spaghetti-strap violet nightgown.

When he seemed as though he wouldn't snap out of it soon, I cleared my throat.

Timmy's focus snapped back, and he blushed darkly, stomping towards his bedroom.

I jumped up and called out to him, "You're so hypocritical!" just before he slammed it.

I smiled and jumped in my bed, ready to start our plans for tomorrow.

O HEY.

Yeah, this chapter was a little short.

But it's more of a "filler" chapter than anything. PLUS you got to see which weapons they would use.

Thanks for reading, and I'm really trying to finish ALL of my stories!

R & R please!