A/N: As some of you might know, this is one of many stories I have going on. I have another FF account, if you want to know it PM me and I can give it to you. There are six stories there. And three here. Only one story has been completed, so as you can imagine I'm almost writing daily for a couple hours a day. Good thing I have a job that I don't really have to do much. Anyways, the main reason I'm doing this authors note, I'm looking for someone interested in being a Beta Reader for this story. Roughly any errors, and to help me decide if the chapter is going in the right direction... meaning if I'm getting off the main track too far. I've been known to do that from time to time. Or someone that I can bounce ideas off and see what sticks. With 9 stories eight of which active, my brain is pretty stretched. So if you are interested PM me.
And Again, I don't own Fairly Odd Parents, or else this would be an animation, and not a story on a fiction site. .
(Vicki's PoV)
Timmy had just helped her back into the car after their appointment. She was healing very well, as the doctor had said. And informed her that instead of six months in a cast, she might have it removed in another month or two... that is, she'd have to wear a brace... but brace or no brace, she'd be able to take a bath without hanging a leg over the side. That is what she heard. Timmy of course had elected not to go back with her. She wouldn't have minded if he had, it wasn't really anything private, but it didn't matter. She was still half wondering about her thoughts this morning. She couldn't quite figure out what it all meant.
She might be developing feelings for Timmy, and she thought he might be developing the same feelings for her. It was what she wanted, to be with someone that would care about her... even knowing that sometimes she could be more than a handful, and Timmy, well he knew more than most how much of a handful she could be. Even knowing, it didn't stop him from trying to get close to her. She'd yelled at him, since her accident, when he was kind enough to take her in and help her in ways her parents wouldn't. She'd even slapped him, which for some odd reason, prompted him to bring her food, then kiss her. Timmy was an odd boy, then again she wasn't completely normal herself.
She looked over at Timmy, focused on the road and where he was going. He didn't quite look like he had in his youth, though it was still apparent who he was. He'd finally grown... mostly into his teeth, but they would always be slightly larger than normal. He had kept his hair short, and had lost the goofy pink hat. Now that she thought about it, she had to give him props for wearing it. Not many boys would wear pink, and not be ashamed. He'd grown a lot, and was now even taller than her... well she assumed. Since she couldn't stand, the only thing she had to judge was laying together the few times. She assumed he was taller than her. And those blue eyes... well that was partly the issue... They used to be pools of blue that could charm anyone... well there were times she had thought that when babysitting him. But now they were more like ice than water.
Timmy usually seemed happy, but it wasn't until last night... yes last night when she had been messed up and could barely remember much, she had noticed moments when Timmy... the Timmy he was showing would vanish, and he'd stare off into nothing with a blank expressionless face, and at the flip of a switch a smile would be back as if it never left. She'd noticed it a couple times today, when Timmy didn't seem to notice anyone was watching. And he was doing it now... It made her wonder about her sisters words. 'Timmy changed after you left.' 'Over night he became a different person.' 'He doesn't seem to care about anything anymore.' She hadn't seen that, and she should have been looking for it. But those three days he spent in the hospital visiting her... she'd forgotten what her sister had told her.
"Uh... what?" Vicki was drug back to reality when she heard Timmy's voice.
"I was wondering what you wanted for dinner." She looked around and noticed they were outside a grocery store, and not one she usually went to. Mainly because the prices here were higher than she wanted to pay.
"You shop here?" Timmy looked at the store and back to her. He shrugged. She had forgotten even before his parents started making more money, the family did seem to have a good amount of funds to toss around... her payment should have told her that.
"Sometimes, depends where I am though." Not really an answer... but as close as she'd get from Timmy. He seemed to sometimes like to play cryptic games, to see if anyone was paying attention... or just to aggravate someone, she wasn't sure which yet.
Back at the house, once all the groceries were put away. Vicki had started eating her lunch, from a fast food place she liked, she waited in the car while Timmy went and got the food, she hadn't noticed that Timmy hadn't gotten lunch for himself. It seemed odd that he wouldn't. She watched as he figured out what he'd do for dinner. Well she already knew what he'd do, they talked about it in the store. But watching someone set everything up for it was interesting.
Even though she didn't eat with her family often, she sometimes had watched her mother cook... she didn't use nearly as many tools as Timmy did. Honestly she didn't even have names for some of them. She'd been watching Timmy most of these last three weeks, sometimes she wanted to ask what something was, but didn't want to sound stupid, but she really wanted to know. Most of what she grew up with, was things that got delivered to the house. Things that were frozen, or came from a box or can. Not because her parents couldn't afford fresh foods... she was sure it had more to do with wanting to take the time to do it. Sure she hadn't been the best child, by far. She caused hell, but if you didn't want kids... you shouldn't have them.
"Hey." Timmy to look at her when she called him... his eyes shifted from that icy blue to a warmer blue.
"Yeah?"
"Why didn't you get lunch?" Not the question she wanted to ask... but for now that would work. Once she got him talking, maybe she'd ask about some of those tools.
"I don't eat fast food, often. I've ordered pizza and those subs for us... But I really don't like other people handling what I eat." he said, the last part was monotonic. Had someone tricked him with food once before... had she done something that at the moment she couldn't remember?
"Did someone..." for a second the ice came back as he looked at her. Maybe she had done something and couldn't remember.
"It's in the past." and just like that he was back, "Don't worry I'll eat something when I'm done getting things prepared."
"Okay," It was odd that Timmy was starting dinner now, it was way too early, she thought as he started cutting up tomatoes, and pulled out another tool she didn't know. She moved her chair over to where he was working. The tool looked really odd, kind of like a nut cracker, that was flat on one side, and had holes in the flat part. "What's that?"
"Hmm? Oh... that's garlic." She looked at the white thing he pointed at, she hadn't know what that was either... she'd normally used powdered garlic. She shook her head.
"No... that." she pointed to the item in his hand.
"It's a garlic press, you use it to crush the garlic in even chunks basicly... garlic is very potent so you don't want to bite into a big piece." He said as he pealed the garlic thing, that he called a clove. And took a piece out of it and crushed it, mixing it with the chopped up tomatoes.
"I thought we were having spaghetti." she said watching him continue cutting up the tomatoes, and garlic. Watching him add more ingredients as he went.
"We are," he said as he put everything in a saucepan adding water then put it on the stove. "This is going to be the sauce."
"Really?" She sounded stupid, but spaghetti sauce she knew of came from a can, or glass jar... now she really felt dumb.
"Yeah... but not many people make their own sauce. I do it..." he stopped a moment, and had a blank look on his face... then just as fast he continued as if he never stopped. "... well I really don't know why. But it's more fun this way."
Timmy continued, and was actually showing her stuff he used in the kitchen, explaining what they did. Some of them she knew, some she didn't. But she wasn't really paying too much attention to the topic she wanted to know. She was wondering if Timmy was working hard to pretend to be normal. Maybe he'd been cut off so long that he forgot how to act around others... other than just an act. Maybe when he came home he was more... well like when he went blank... But with here here, he didn't have time to just be nothing. He had to keep up the facade, and now it was starting to leak around the edges... or she had just started noticing it last night.
(Timmy's PoV)
He watched the bubbling pot, stirring slowly. He didn't want this to scorch, he'd spent the last couple of hours getting the taste just right. Just the way he liked it, most sauces from a can had more of a meat flavor, or bitter flavor of tomatoes that couldn't quite be covered. He added sour cream to his, despite the name, it made his sauce a little pinker, and sweeter. He'd tried it, when he noticed some people put sour cream on their lasagna, and this was just like that, except it's not baked, and different shaped noodles. He wondered if Vicki would appreciate the new flavor. Then again, his parents hadn't cared one way or another when he found out that it tasted better this way, actually they ate it without comment. No one really cared what he thought, or what he learned.
It was kind of nice teaching Vicki about the stuff I use though... but she seemed distracted most of the time. But then again, this wasn't something he'd expect Vicki to enjoy. Why did she ask when she really didn't want to know? He turned off the sauce pan, and added ground beef he had browned just before. Grated some cheese into it stirring it until it blended in. Then he pulled out the garlic bread he'd made from the oven. Normally he'd make a salad before, be he really didn't feel like it. Plus... he used all the tomatoes for the sauce... he should have bought more.
They sat at the table, something that was still odd to him, even if him and Vicki had done it most her time here. Which made him wonder if she got that brace in two months, would she... of course she'd go home. She didn't really like it here... and the two kisses... once was because she was upset, and the other... she was drugged. That was the reason why she hadn't talked about it... she must feel awkward, and he was the cause of it... wait... he didn't kiss her, she kissed him.
"Wow this is really good," Timmy looked up from his plate, and looked at her. Was she messing with him or was she serious? "The canned stuff has nothing on this. I wouldn't have believed you made it if I didn't watch you."
"Oh... it was nothing... really." he made his voice sound calm, though he was actually excited inside. He hadn't expected her to say anything about the food, no one really did. "Thanks"
"Hey Timmy, I uh... I wanted to talk to you." Vicki had just finished her shower, and he had just finished cleaning up the kitchen and was sitting on the couch, which had pretty much become his bed. He put down the book he had been about to start reading, as Vicki came over and moved from Wheelchair to the couch.
"Okay," Maybe he should pull out the crutches so she could move around without the chair. It might be easier than trying to navigate through the house in a chair. "Whats on your mind?"
"Actually it's about... um... well you know." she looked at him, a look that seemed like she really hoped he knew. He was almost sure what it was, but he didn't let that fact show.
"About?" No he wasn't going to make this easy. Because he wasn't going to be the one embarrassed.
"About the times, when... you know... we uh... we kissed." she said her cheeks... what of them he could see through her hair anyways, turned pink.
"You mean when you kissed me." He corrected, and watched as the skin of her cheeks turned more red
"Okay, when I kissed you," It was almost a growl that came out of her mouth, but it was less hesitant. "I just wanted to know... if well, what you thought about that."
"Oh..." Alright maybe he was going to end up embarrassed, not matter what he said he'd be embarrassed. "Honestly?" She nodded, "The first one was... okay. The second one... well, it was... intense."
"So you liked them?" She asked. Oh he had, he wasn't entirely sure why the second one was so much better. She had just smacked him not long before, he should have still been angry. "I was wonder... I... I don't do that often... I mean, just kissing people. I actually... well honestly, that was the first time I'd..."
"Wait... you've never kissed anyone before." She glared at him, okay that was a touchy subject...
"Well when you are... well me... boys don't just line up to kiss you, you know." She snapped, he hadn't wanted to embarrass her, it was just shocking. He'd gotten a kiss once from Trixie long time ago, and there was Tootie always trying to kiss him, and the time he kissed her on her birthday. He just assumed Vicki had boyfriends.
"I don't see why not." Timmy didn't even think about what he said, until he looked back at Vicki who with her one visible eye was just staring at him, as if he'd grown a second head. Then it clicked what he had just said. And for a while they just stared at one another. Until Timmy looked away. "I just meant that... you are... well..."
"I'm what?" she snapped... or was that excitement in her voice? He couldn't tell which. He'd already called her pretty before... why couldn't he just say it now?
"Pretty, you're pretty. You're hair is always covering your face, and it drives me insane!" his voice was raised near the end, he wasn't angry... but if he hadn't almost yelled it, he was sure that he'd never have said it. Now that he said it, and she brought up one hand to move the hair from her face. He didn't know if she was teasing him, or what. Then she moved a bit closer to him... she was teasing him... this was one of her tricks... but why was his heart beating faster.
"You really mean that?" Her voice was low... it was pleasing to his ears... why? Of course he meant it, he wouldn't have said it if he hadn't meant it. Was she going to kiss him again... why was he thinking about that? Why did he want it? But she just looked at him, all he managed was a nod. It was the truth, he couldn't tell her otherwise, and not feel bad for lying. He did think she was... more than that.
"I mean I never noticed before... But the red hair, pink eyes. Even your freckles... beautiful" The last word was almost a whisper. Before he had to almost yell to get it out, this time it felt as if he couldn't say it too loud without something happening. But she didn't get closer... He was getting closer to her. Twice she had kissed him, and twice he'd kissed back. This time, she was waiting to see if he would kiss her, time seemed to stand still while he moved towards her, like he wasn't getting anywhere fast enough.
Then all at once, time slammed into him, and his lips were on hers... neither moved for a moment. Then her eyes closed as her arms settled around his neck, when he started kissing her. Her body shivered when his tongue edged her lips, before she accepted a kiss deeper than the ones before. He couldn't help but melt into this kiss, he also couldn't help but think, this was going to change the dynamics of their relationship, and he wasn't completely upset by that.