Well now that my time off is over, I will see how far this fic can go.

Disclaimer: Don't own Fairly Odd Parents, neither do you.

Chapter 2: True self

Tootie was right in front of me and she was stunned seeing me with a gun pointed in my head. My heart began to thump loud and was happy to see her once more. She still looked beautiful in my own eyes. I remembered how she just then left me like everyone else and felt at this point conflicted by everything

I just wanted to clench the trigger to end it, but now here she is once more. I felt confused even more, falling between anger and hopeful.

Then she looked at me and spoke sadly "Timmy, is this the way you want to end your life? Is this how you really feel." I looked at her in her eyes. I yelled at her "Because I'm sick of all this and I'm sick of everyone leaving me! I tried to open up to everyone, as soon as I do, they leave me all abandon me!" I didn't value much of my life anymore. She then yelled at me "Don't do this to yourself, it's not worth it!" I was breathing hard from all acting hysterical and I waved the gun around the room and pointing at no one

"Oh it is worth it. This time I can see the light very clearly, Tutrina!" and she took a step forward, I shook the gun at her and I shouted "If you come near me, I'll do it! Even if I have to end your life!"

We stood still for a moment with not a word. I realized what the last sentence that I have said, and I realized it was a mistake. Would I really kill her, for just trying to save me? I didn't know what to do as I felt guilt welt up on me

Five minutes passed and then Tootie spoke "Timmy, this isn't like you. I know your better than this, just look at you, having a gun and threaten to either killing yourself or me. I know this isn't the Timmy Turner that would do this such thing. I know you will never do something this stupid."

I didn't care whatever her opinion is, she left and came back just to stop me from finishing the task, yet I can see some of the sense that she is showing me.

I even wonder to myself if what I am doing is worth it, oh great my stupid conscience is telling me this. I told her "Look Tootie, my life I dealt was nothing, but hell when your sister took care of me. If that is not enough I tried to find comfort from someone and you did. And now you just disappeared on me, abandoning me. Am I not good enough for you? Am I not giving you enough of your expectation?" She was trembling at this point now. "Well aren't you going to answer me, damn it?" then I saw her sobbing. I realized that I made her cry.

When I see her cry, no matter what age I am, I realized that she does care about our relationship we had. I saw her eyes that was full of care, even if she is crying. Oh God, I felt so shallow at this point at what I said. Tears were coming down in my eyes and realized I was crying. But from what? For her?

My heart feels confused by all of this, until Tootie said "Remember the time you protected me from Francis and beat the living hell off of him? I realized how much you cared. Or remember the time you gave me the Crimson Chin just to show me you cared for me? And those other times you protected me and sometimes I protected you from Vicky. When we were down, somehow, I believed in you, we got out of it with hope and happiness. I always cared for you no matter what was going on. I had to move out due to some problems from the past, I dealt with it, and then in my job they were going to promote me, under the condition that I moved out. I said no, because I love someone here with all my heart. That person is you, Timmy Turner. That is why I left my job for you. I love you, you silly man. I love how you show you're courage and confidence to people, I love how you helped me out, and I love those irresistible blue eyes and brown hair of yours. You don't understand, I am madly in love with you".

My heart had life once again. Never in my life would something like this happen, I ignore my gun and deep thoughts began to plague about this. Should I try again and this time make it work? Too many questions were plaguing my mind and ponder if I want to live.

As I did, Tootie came closer to me, and closer, and closer, until she was right in front of me. Then she whispered "I love you" and then she pressed her lips into mines; when that happens, I pulled the trigger.

To be continue...

R&R please. Is Timmy shot or Tootie? Sorry for the shortness, but I'm busy, until the next time