I woke up, startled, to the blaring sound of an alarm near me. I clumsily grabbed my glasses from the side table and glanced at the clock.

8:00, just when I set the alarm for.

I jumped up and stretched, yawning contently. I haven't slept so well in such a long time!

I grabbed my clothes and ran to the bathroom to freshen up. I glanced at myself in the mirror and looked at my outfit. My lavender purple jersey t-shirt contrasted well with my dark skinny jeans and black converse. My long black hair framed my freshly-washed wash nicely before I pulled it into a long ponytail. Contacts soon replaced my glasses, as I normally wear contacts on the weekends because I have more time.

I flounced out of the bathroom and quickly packed everything back into my bag. Afterwards, I quietly snuck into the hallway, knowing not to wake the Turners in the early hours. Instead, knowing Timmy wouldn't wake up at the time we agreed on, I crept down the hallway towards his room. Peeking in, I saw he still lay in bed, sleeping. I smirked.

Just as I thought…

"Timmy?" I whispered, walking towards him. I didn't need to wake his parents. Knowing them, they didn't actually care if we were there when they woke up or not.

I stroked his face with the back of my hand, "Timmy…" No response.

I hadn't noticed that time, too wrapped up at how close I was to him. Usually, his restraining orders kept me away. But I finally get to admire him up close.

Hey, I can't help it! He's just too cute and adorable!

Timmy moaned leaned into the palm of my hand. His eyes fluttered slightly (just like my heart!), and he drowsily glanced up at me. Finally, he smiled, muttered my name again, and I returned it gratefully.

I watched as a moment of realization flashed in his eyes when they popped open, and he sat up with a scream. I effectively fell off the bed, onto my butt.

"What're you doing in here?"

I looked up and his face showed a mix of anger and surprise.

"I came here because we both know you wouldn't be up at the time we agreed on."

His expression changed to one of pure anger, "So you just sit there and watch me sleep?"

I stood up defensively, "No, I try to wake you up, only to have you get all cuddly, muttering my name over and over and over-"

"I did not!"

"-and over and over and over-"

"SHUT UP."

"-and over and over… I'd almost think you have a crush on me!"

His face started glowing red, and I crept towards him threateningly, "I could return your love and glomp you like I used to do… WITH KISSES!"

"No, no, Tootie! Let's not do anything irrational!"

"Timmy!"

He jumped up from his bed, making a mad dash for his bathroom, right as I jumped on the spot he was just in. I chased him until he had successfully locked himself in the bathroom.

"Ha!" I heard from the other side of the door, "I win! You can't get me!"

"Oh, no," I replied slyly, "I have, in fact, won. I got you out of bed! Ha ha HA!"

I heard a sigh from the other side and I chuckled, "I'll be downstairs eating. Come down quickly so we can leave soon!"

I skipped down the stairs and into the kitchen. Shuffling through first the refrigerator, then the pantry, I found a bag of mini bagels. Taking one out and pulling apart the halves, I bit down in one and sat at the table. I finally took a good look around the kitchen. Being that I've been in the Turners' house only a few times, I've never actually noticed the details. I noticed the kitchen's counters were covered with a few utensils, and the fridge had a few pictures of the three Turners, each one of Timmy holding something pink and green. And, later on, he held pink, green, and purple objects.

"Hey."

I turned to see Timmy standing there in his usual pink-shirt and blue jeans attire. I smiled at him and patted the seat next to me.

"Hey, come sit down!"

I handed him the half that I didn't bite into and he gave me a curious look.

"You sure you aren't hungry for this?" He held up the half and asked.

I shook my head and said quietly, "I'm not that hungry…"

In fact, I was a nervous wreck on the inside. Today, I, and the love of my life would be travelling to a place that I thought only existed in fairytales, but hoped to be real.

"Neither am I," He placed the barely-eaten bagel on the table and left the room. Uninterested, I just finished my bagel and slumped back in my chair, deep in thought.

I snapped my head back up when I heard a shuffling noise in the doorway. Timmy stood there, adjusting something in his square-like backpack.

"Is that the jetpack?" I asked, genuinely confused. He nodded.

"I put the nets, glasses, floss, and cape in here until we get to Fairy World."

I glanced at the clock, and gasped, "It's almost 9:30! If we want to get there, we need to leave now!"

We both jumped and ran out the door, not looking back to say a quick goodbye to his still-sleeping parents.

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah."

We both scurried through the bushes towards the back of the school. Timmy said that once, he had found a secret entrance to Crocker's "cave" and used it. We decided this would be the safest and easiest way in.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me along behind him, making a beeline across the small field towards a giant boulder.

"Here, hold this."

Timmy shook the jetpack off and handed it to me, which I threw on myself. He slid back a slab of the "boulder" to reveal a keypad.

"What do you think his password could be?" I asked.

Timmy shot me an "are you serious?" look, and typed in what he figured the password to be.

"F-A-I-R-I-E-S"

As soon as he hit enter, a loud siren went off, causing us both to fall to our knees, covering our ears in pain.

"WHAT IS THAT?" I yelled, the siren feeling like it was piercing my eardrums.

"I DON'T KNOW!" He replied.

Unfortunately, amongst all the distraction, we didn't realize the ropes shooting out to wrap around our legs, pulling us up to dangle upside-down in the air.

"And I've finally caught you, TURNER! You and your girlfriend trying to save your… FAIRY GOD PARENTS!"

A 6th CHAPTER ALREADY? WOW!

I'm on a role, guys!

I'm so proud :3

And the more I write this story, the more I'm thinking of adding to the plot. You can expect some kick-but things to happen later on, now!

R & R PLEASE!