Timmy awoke to find Vicky still wrapped around him, and still sleeping. He reached for his phone and was able to grab it with some effort. He looked again at the screen indicating his twenty-seven missed calls. "I'm really glad I never set up my voice mailbox..." he had meant to, but always ended up putting it off, despite his parents insisting he do it in case there was ever an emergency. He told them if there ever was, that they should just text him. He noticed that his phone indicated the time as ten-thirteen, a look at his window revealed it was dark out. "When did I fall asleep?" he began trying to untangle himself from Vicky's embrace. "Vicky? I gotta get up."

"Mmph..." evidently she was still much more asleep than he was.

"C'mon... I need to deal with my friends, we aren't gonna have any peace unless I do, Hell, even after I do, they still might bother us for a while... if they still wanna be friends that is..."

Vicky responded by tightening her grip on him.

"Hey, I'm supposed to be the clingy one in this relationship..."

Vicky huffed and released him, then wrapped herself tighter in the blanket.

"I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?"

Vicky grumbled something unintelligible and turned to face away from him.

Timmy looked again at his phone. "It's late, but Chester should still be awake..." he dialed the number.

"Oh... uh... Hey man, what's up?"

"Just returning your calls."

Oh... right. I wanted to apologize for what I said, that wasn't cool man. We're supposed to be friends, I shouldn't let the fact that you're dating Vicky bother me."

"Oh... thanks... Wait, why are you suddenly okay with it now? It's only been like, eight hours."

"Well I did kinda smoke a shit ton of pot... hey, do you know how to use a can opener? I could've sworn I knew how to earlier today..."

"Yeah..."

"I don't, I've been staring at this can of fruit for like, two hours and holding the can opener, and I can't figure out how to get them to work together and give me delicious fruit..."

"Does the can have a metal tab on the top?"

"No... oh! There's one on the bottom though..."

"Put your finger through the hole and pull it up, then pull off the cover, you don't need a can opener..."

"Hold on..." there was a sound of some light scuffling. "Got it! Thanks man, I thought I'd be here all night. Hey, you're really smart, you know that? I'm glad we're friends..."

"Yeah, me too Chester, maybe you should get some sleep... he heard the sound of someone loudly eating food on the other end of the line. "Alright, I'll talk to you later then..." Timmy hung up the phone and rubbed his forehead. "Stoners..."

"Just one more person to talk to then..." he contemplated calling Tootie, she had called more times than Chester or AJ, and he was going to have to explain himself at some point, better for it to be sooner rather than later. He dialed the number and the phone rang several times before going into voicemail.

Hi! This is Tootie, I can't come to the phone right now, I'm likely busy trying to seduce Timmy, or being tortured by my sister Vicky, but hey, since no one ever calls me, this likely won't ever be heard! Leave a message after the beep! -BEEP-

"Tootie, it's Timmy, you have friends now, so it might be a good idea to change that message, anyway, I'm just calling to talk to you about... well everything you found out earlier, and I noticed you tried calling..." he expected her to pick up by now, but she still hadn't. "Please get back to me when you can, alright?" he then hung up and put the phone back down on his dresser. Immediately after doing this, his phone began to ring and he answered it.

"So how long has this thing between you two been going on?"

"Oh hi Tootie, how are you? Good? Me too! Thanks for asking!"

"We're far beyond pleasantries at this point Timmy, I'm mad at you."

"I know... I didn't mean for you to find out about me and Vicky so... impersonally, I wanted to tell you when you got back, so we could sit down and talk about it, I certainly didn't expect or want Vicky to just tell you over the phone, but she grabbed my phone away from me and talked to you instead..."

"So this thing between you two... it's the real deal?"

"I don't know for sure, I've never been in a real relationship before, and to be honest, I don't think Vicky has either, I mean she told me there were boyfriends, but they didn't really last..."

"How long has it been going on?"

"Since right around the start of summer..."

"So not even that long?"

"I know, even though you've been trying to get me to notice you for years... you have every right to be mad at me..."

"Youre damn right I do! I always cared about you, worried about your safety when around Vicky, or when Francis was around, the avalanche you were caught in..."

"I don't know what I can say, apologizing isn't going to make anything better but, I am sorry, for what it's worth."

"...It's worth enough, I know you care, Timmy."

"So... we're still friends?" he asked hopefully.

"I'm not gonna let this get in the way of our friendship. Maybe someone else would, but not me, but you had better treat my sister good, or else I won't be so forgiving... and if she ever does something to you that might cause the two of you to break up, you better tell her that I still have my sights on you!"

He wasn't sure if the last part was a joke or not, but he laughed along with her as she did. "You're gonna have to talk to her eventually, she thinks you're pretty mad at her..."

"I am still pretty mad at her... but you're right, I'll give her a call tomorrow, once I've cooled down a little more..."

"Okay, talk more tomorrow then?"

"Yeah alright, I love you Timmy."

"Huh?"

"Y'know as a friend..."

"That's a thing?"

"Kind... of?"

"Alright... then I guess I love you too?"

"I'll take it. Talk to you later." she hung up the phone, leaving a still somewhat dumbfounded Timmy holding the phone.

"Maybe she is crazy like Vicky, but they seem to have different forms of crazy..." despite this, he was happy that he made up with Tootie, at least to some extent. He checked his phone again, it was almost ten-thirty. "Might as well play some video games, doubt I'll be able to get to sleep anytime soon..." he sat down on the couch in his room and turned on the TV, then one of his game systems. Wanda poofed onto the couch next to him. "Cosmo sleeping?"

"Yep."

"So what's up?"

"Nothing much, just thought I'd check in with you. I was worried when I heard about your friends finding out about you and Vicky, how did that go?"

"Well, AJ seems to be pretty miffed about the whole thing, I don't really know why, Chester seemed cool with it, though when we talked, he was high out of his mind, so he may change his tune when he comes down from it."

"But you wished for that teleporter and then used it, you were only gone for a few minutes, dare I ask what happened with AJ?"

"If you're wondering if I killed him, don't, he's fine, aside from a broken nose."

"You broke his nose...?"

"Uh-huh, he shouldn't have talked about Vicky the way he did, I warned him, and he didn't listen, I can't go around making empty threats, I have to follow through."

"Aren't you worried about losing your friends?"

"Of course, but Vicky matters more to me, if they can't accept her, that's their problem."

"My next question would've been if you really love her, but I think you already answered that one... So... should I even ask what went on when you both left the room and were in the bathroom for so long?"

Timmy blushed at her question. "Ju-just a bath..."

"That lasted an hour and a half? Anything else happen?"

"I... plead the fifth."

"I'm gonna take that response as a yes." Wanda pinched the bridge of her nose. "Are you at least... being 'safe'?"

"Are we really having this conversation?"

"Well if we consider the fact that your parents never will, yes, I feel it necessary to go down this road, I picked now because I'd rather not have to explain all this to Cosmo as well."

"There wasn't exactly time to go out and grab some contraceptives, it just sorta... happened..."

"Well if 'something' should happen again, make sure you use some form of contraception, I don't think you're ready to be a father at your age, do you?"

"Probably not..."

"Good, just making sure we understand each other..."

"Can we uh... move on to something less... awkward now?"

"Sure, how did Tootie take the news?"

"Not well, at least, not at first. She was pretty pissed at Vicky, and me, but after talking it over a bit... I think we'll be okay."

"So the only thing you really have to worry about is AJ and your parents."

"Let's be honest here, I only have to worry about AJ, and he won't be much of a problem once Tootie and Chester talk to him, though he'll probably hold a grudge for the whole broken nose thing. And as for my parents they probably don't give a damn, they're always too busy worrying about their own affairs to care about what I'm doing."

"Vicky rubbing off on you a little?"

"Maybe, but I like to think that the reverse is true as well, she is a whole hell of a lot nicer now than she used to be, at least to me."

"No, you're right, she was quite amicable to me when we were at the mall earlier, I think you are having that effect on her."

"Nothing wrong with that then."

"Long as you don't become too evil..."

"Hah. Hah. Very funny. I'm not gonna start babysitting kids and torturing them, don't worry."

"Good, glad to hear it. I'm gonna get some rest, you probably should too."

"I just slept for several hours, I don't think I'll be sleeping anytime soon."

"Goodnight anyway Timmy."

"'Night Wanda." she poofed herself back into the fishbowl and swam into the little castle.

"What was that all about?" Vicky vaulted into a lying down position on the couch.

"Stuff..."

"What kinda stuff?" Vicky yawned loudly.

"I believe old timers call it: the birds and the bees. Also we talked about my friends."

"Wanda's giving you sex advice?"

Timmy blushed at how direct she was. "Er... yeah."

"And you talked to your friends?"

"Yeah, I don't think there should be too much trouble in that regard, but you and Tootie need to make up."

"Ugh... I know, but she's gonna be pissed at me..."

"It'll be fine, I talked to her and she doesn't seem nearly as mad as she was earlier, also she says she'll try to steal me back if you drop your guard."

"She isn't getting her hands on you, not a chance, you're all mine." she wrapped her arms and the blanket she now seemed to favor around Timmy and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I'm really liking this new cuddlier Vicky."

Vicky blushed and tried to cover her face with the blanket. "Well times like this are the only time you're gonna see me like this, I have an image to keep up. One that's already in jeopardy because of your friends finding out about us..."

"Hey that was you, not me."

"Whatever..."

"Next time you're gonna do something like that, how about warning me first? This situation probably could've gone way better if we had told them when they got back, rather than over the phone..."

"Maybe, but Tootie had the idea in her head that she was gonna come after you again, who knows if she would even wait to come back, she might've started bombarding your phone with calls while still on vacation."

"Because turning her down hasn't worked in the past, right?"

"Fine. So I wasn't exactly thinking straight when she called, but me and Tootie try our best to be truthful with each other at all times, this was something she needed to know. Better to dash her hopes early than letting them blossom more..."

"Just warn me next time, please?"

"Fine. You could just get back at me by telling your parents about us."

"First of all, that would harm me too, if they didn't want us to be together, it wouldn't just be you having to stay away from me, I'd have to stay away from you as well. Second, I doubt they give a damn about me seeing you, like I told Wanda, they are much too concerned over their own affairs than they are with mine..."

Vicky could hear the sadness in his voice as he spoke. "So... you don't think they really care about you that much?"

"I don't really know, people always say that your parents are supposed to love you unconditionally, but we both know that isn't true, even with how mean you could be to me, you still took better care of me and were there for me far more often than my parents were..."

"I've had this idea now for about a week, would you... I mean... Hmm..."

"Yeah?"

"Would you be interested in... moving in with me?"

"At your house? Wouldn't your parents...?"

"No! Not at my parents' house! I was gonna get my own place... I mean, I'm not exactly scraping to get by..."

"So... you want me to move in with you? Like... live together?"

"Well, we are kinda doing that already..."

"Is this idea of yours... legal?"

"Has the issue of legality ever concerned me before?"

"Fair enough."

"So...?"

"I... need time to think about it, this is kinda..."

"Sudden? I know, take your time..." she rested her head back on his shoulder and got comfortable. "But not too long."

"Do you know where you plan on moving?"

"Not exactly... I was hoping somewhere closer to the city, maybe in the city."

"It would have to be a good size place, we both have a lot of things..."

"I know that. I wasn't planning on getting a studio apartment. Maybe a loft or something..."

"That sounds... expensive..."

"I'm sure it will be..." Vicky yawned. "but... money is no object when it concerns us."

"I'm starting to think that meeting you really was the best thing to happen to me..."

"It was." she said matter of factly.

A/N: So it's kinda late, sorry about that, I had to help someone move last week. We're winding down to the end of this particular fan fic, I'm running low on ideas to continue it, to be honest, but I'm also getting kicked out of my house soon, which has given me an idea for my writing, so, silver linings I guess? If anyone wants to pitch me an idea for a chapter or a few, feel free, chances are high I'll use them, seeing as how I'm running low. Honestly I'm kinda sad to write this note, it feels like I can see the end coming for the story. As always, thanks to everyone for reviewing, it's the reviews that keep me going, well that and the fact that I can brighten someone's day with my writing, if only just a little.