A/N: I'm going with Timmy being 14 for this and Vicky as 19, seeing as how I've put off saying their ages long enough. Also I'm probably going to put Vicky's birthday in the next few chapters seeing as how the Wikipedia was no help for when it actually is.

Vicky wasn't kidding, evidently she had more practice than he did at the game, ten rounds, nine losses. He figured she wouldn't be as good as she was, he had never really seen her play video games (except for that time in his dream). After securing his only victory for the night, Timmy offered to go get some snacks for them, rising to his feet he spoke:

"Whatcha wanna eat?"

"I don't care, just get whatever... and hurry back! I'm not done schooling you yet!"

Timmy merely stared back, a slightly annoyed expression on his face.

"What? Are you telling me you don't enjoy having your ass handed to you on a silver platter? I'm having fun aren't you?"

"Fun is... such a strong word..." he said this on his way out the door.

Timmy wondered as he made his way to the kitchen how exactly Vicky had the same game as him. He had it because he wished for it, however it was not due out for a while longer, then again, Vicky had the money to have whatever she wanted, plus she was manipulative, it was likely she had friends (or victims) in high places to get her what her money couldn't. He was glad that she didn't flaunt her wealth like most would be expected to, Trixie and her group of friends had never been shy about their wealth, Vicky however never really showed it off. There was no question in his mind however, that she was well off, babysitting for all those years, the biggest contributors being Timmy's parents, they were like putty for Vicky, whatever she asked of them, they delivered. He absently wondered if his parents were exactly what Vicky would have needed growing up, sure they weren't very loving, but they seemed to like her quite a bit, at times almost treating her like the daughter they wished they'd had. That was why most of his wardrobe (and especially his hat) was pink, they had assumed Timmy would be a girl. Looking at the facts like this, it made sense, Vicky was the daughter his parents always wanted, and, though the realization hit him only very recently, Vicky was the big sister he never realized he wanted.

"Though I think our relationship is a bit different than a brother/sister type thing..."

Timmy went into the kitchen and decided on nachos, it was quick, easy, and something that most people liked, though Vicky was not necessarily most people. Returning to his room he found Vicky playing against the computer now.

"Well Twerp, I gotta say, you play better than the computer does."

"Thank... you?" he was unsure how to take that statement. "I got snacks by the way: hope you like nachos."

"Didn't you say you knew how to cook?"

"I do know how to cook. But knowing how to do something and enjoying doing something are two entirely different things. I can cook just fine, but I'm also lazy and don't particularly enjoy cooking."

"Fair enough. Now get over here and lets get back to it."

Walking over to the couch Timmy sat down and placed the plate of food between them.

"Soooo... not to reopen old wounds but... was there anyone in your life after Ricky?" Timmy had no idea why his brain brought up this line of questioning but he both wished he hadn't, yet out of morbid curiosity, wanted to know.

"No, not really, I tried it out with Winston Dunsworth but after he realized what mean person I was... or maybe it was the whole stealing from his family thing, who knows? But anyway, it didn't last long. There was also Mark Chang-"

"Oh yeah! The foreign exchange student from Europe!... It was Europe right?"

"It was Yugopatamia."

"Right! That was it! Yugo-" realization dawned on Timmy. "Wait, no it was Europe..."

"I know he's an alien."

"... Since when?"

"Since his disguise device thing malfunctioned on a date once. I thought it was a suit but... Well I'm not stupid, no costume in the world is that realistic."

"So what happened?"

"I stopped seeing him."

"Why? He seemed to genuinely care about you..."

"Maybe, but he was also an alien, a slimy alien, with tentacles, I may be mean and seem evil at times but I'm not a fetishist. Also he wanted to take me back to his home planet to dissuade some alien princess from marrying him, and, should that plan have worked, destroy the Earth, destroy you... something about the Earth and its inhabitants being the greatest threat to his people or something."

There was only stunned silence from Timmy, he knew Mark was weird, but destroy the Earth?

"Sorry to hear that... seems you don't have very good luck in the whole love department huh?"

"Eh, I'm still young, that bad luck could always change right?" she looked to Timmy with a smile on her face now.

"Yeah, I don't see why not."

"Your turn to share Twerp."

"Can't you just call me Timmy? I don't call you any names..."

"I could."

"But you aren't goi-"

"Nope. The reason you don't call me names is you don't have any that you can call me. Calling me Vicky suits you just fine, suits me as well. Besides, you know I don't mean it in a mean way... It's more of a... term of affection... yeah..." Both of their faces were turning pink now. "... Now then, share."

"Well... the only girl I've really liked was-"

"Trixie Tang."

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"Timmy you'd be hard-pressed to find someone who didn't know. You pined after that girl for years."

"As you apparently know it was more like fruitlessly pined after... I'm better off though, I'd say, she was nuts.

"How do you know, she always seemed pretty normal, if a little haughty, to me?"

"Lets just say I found out what happens when she doesn't get a monumental amount of attention on a daily basis. It's pretty bad. Take it from me, she is nuts."

"Which is why you finally gave up on her."

"Yeah and just think, it only took how many years for me to realize I was wasting my time?"

"Well at least she didn't start a relationship with you and then steal from you or kill you right?"

"Small consolation."

"I know Tootie liked you..." it was when the words left her lips that Vicky remembered the conversation she had with Tootie, about how he wasn't worth her time.

"Yeah when Tootie finally gave up on me I was stunned, I expected that I would be chased by her for my whole life."

"Maybe he won't remember what she said..."

"I remember what she said the day she finally gave up: "Vicky was right about you"...Vicky what'd she mean by that?"

"Well shit." Vicky was really hoping it could have been forgotten.

"...I... may have told Tootie that you'll never love her and that she should give up on you... in hindsight that may have been a tad harsh..."

"Yeah I'd say so. I mean it may be true, I don't think I could see myself with her, all the years of chasing me, it just is too much. I mean I'm glad we're just friends now, but I can't really see us becoming more."

"You ever think maybe Trixie feels that way?"

"Wha- no... I mean I was trying to get her to notice me but I never followed her home or built a shrine to her or anything..."

"Perhaps, but Tootie only wanted you to notice her too, she just didn't take rejection as gracefully as you did with Trixie, but you were persistent, like Tootie, and you were shot down nearly every-time, like Tootie. Sounds to me like you two have a lot in common."

"It isn't like I ever meant to hurt her..."

"I didn't say you did, but sometimes our actions can have unintended consequences. And as you know from me, sometimes we hurt others unintentionally, to cover up our own pain, to keep everyone at arms length, or sometimes because we just don't like people."

"Hm... I guess you're right about that, but back to our original topic, I think that covers all the women in my life..."

"Almost."

"What you know of one that I don't?"

"Evidently, you forgot Veronica."

"Who?"

"Blonde, California girl accent, friend to Trixie Tang?"

"Not ringing any bells."

"I'm not really surprised, you were usually too busy going for Trixie to notice her, and even if you did notice her and decided to try and woo her, she likely would have just rebuffed you in public. She cares too much about how people think of her to show you how she feels in public but I know..."

"How exactly do you know?"

"I have eyes and ears everywhere Twerp, comes with the territory of being me. Anyway, yeah she likes you, though chances are she sees you less because you no longer go after Trixie. Unless she stalks you or something, I bet she has a shrine to you at her house."

"Are you sure Vicky? I never got that vibe from her."

Grabbing her phone Vicky scrolled through various applications until she found her notepad.

"Here's my favorite one I overheard her say: 'My love for him-' that's you." she pointed at Timmy. "'burns with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns.' Yep pretty sure."

"Do you just have a notepad with various quotes from people on your phone?"

"Hey I thought that was actually pretty sweet!"

"I'll be sure to use it next time I'm trying to woo someone."

"Well it's still probably in your best interest to watch out for her, she is pretty crazy."

"Yeah I've noticed that trend with the women in my life."

"You calling me crazy Twerp?"

"... Kinda."

"Watch yourself or I just may do something crazy..."

"I'm uh... gonna go grab a drink." Timmy was made somewhat uncomfortable by the way she said that last statement. "You want anything?"

"Pink lemonade... please." she wasn't quite used to asking nicely for things, least of all people Timmy.

"'Kay be right back."

He started once more for the kitchen, more and more she was having... some effect on him, and almost always had the upper hand. She knew this and took full advantage of it to fluster him. Though he was happy that she didn't tease him like a bully, more like old friends, this would not have been the case with four-years-ago Vicky. She would have taken anything she could use on him and ran with it. Still, he wished he could have some time on top now and then. Arriving in the kitchen, he noticed that Vicky apparently really liked pink lemonade; there were three cases by the fridge and one in it. Grabbing one for her and, after consideration, one for himself he made the short journey back to his room where he would discover something to tease her with. Entering his (or was it their?) room he was hit with a welcome blast of cold air, he had only bothered to install an air conditioner in his room, it was, after all, the room they spent the most time in, and slept in, there wasn't much need to worry about the rest of the house. Strolling towards the couch, he passed the bed and noticed her suitcase, among the myriad weapons of destruction there was a pink fluffy leg sticking out, moving closer and grasping it, he pulled it out to reveal a pink stuffed bear.

"Unexpected..."

He grabbed it and placed it next to her on the couch, in a way to suggest it was holding the bottle of pink lemonade for her, she had not yet noticed, too absorbed in playing her game. There was a sly smile on Timmy's face now.

"Got your drink."

"Thanks."

She absently moved her hand toward the drink, trying (and succeeding to an extent) to play the game with one hand, however she reached back too far and her hand instead landed on the head of the teddy bear. She moved her hand a bit at first, not bothering to look, instead trying to 'see' with her hand before she froze, her character in the game being obliterated by laser fire. She looked now, first at the bear, then at Timmy.

"W-Where did you find this?"

"Sticking out of your suitcase."

"Oh... okay..."

"The great self proclaimed evil babysitter has a teddy bear, a pink teddy bear!"

"Fuck you."

"It's no big deal, I'm not gonna tell anyone, I think it's kinda cute."

"No seriously. Fuck you."

"C'mon lighten up, you're talking to a kid who wears a pink baseball cap and has a mostly pink wardrobe."

"Why is that anyway?"

"My parents really wanted a girl."

"Well that explains a lot."

"It does, now how about you tell me the deets on the bear?"

"...There isn't much to tell, I've had it since I was young, sometimes a stuffed animal is all you have to help you get through the tougher times... No one knows about it, no one was supposed to know about it. It shows that I'm weak, and I couldn't be weak, not in front of anyone, when you're weak people use it against you. But a stuffed animal doesn't judge you, doesn't hit you, and I suppose, doesn't love you either. Having this helped me through the worst of it, well so did being evil but this helped me when I was alone, when I was vulnerable."

"Well... I'm not the best when it comes to understanding peoples feelings but... If you ever want to talk about things or need someone to lean on... I wont judge you for it. We're friends and I'm here for you, anytime."

"Do you really think I'm cute?" the question surprised both of them.

"Y'know technically I said you having a pink stuffed teddy bear was cute..."

"There's a 'but' in there."

"But... yeah I do think you're cute, Vicky."

Again, silence. Then Vicky leaned closer... and pinched Timmy's cheek.

"Aww... That's so cute! You're crushing on your evil babysitter!"

Timmy's cheeks darkened to red, and Vicky released his cheek.

"Thank you though, really, for everything you said. Now lets get back to the game already!"

A/N#2: I actually have a notebook next to me filled with the scribblings of a madman (me) that I have been using to come up with ideas for the story. Just a fun fact.