A/N: 47 reviews after the tenth chapter, seriously that means a lot to me. I have a beta for this story, so the chapters might not be out as fast as I have been putting them out. But there should be little to no errors, the cost for this... is time. As I mentioned I have several active stories, and while it was easy to reread and correct mistakes in the beginning. Now I have several stories, that have to be updated. Things will return to normal posting, when I put a couple of the stories on Hiatus, and will return to them later. This is not one of the stories going on Hiatus.

(Timmy's PoV)

A couple of weeks had passed since Timmy came home to Tootie crying in front of his house, and ever since she has ignored his calls, and refused to answer the door. She had even went as far to tell Chester and A.J., that if he was around, she wouldn't be. She was making it extremely difficult for him to talk to her. It wasn't even fair in his mind, she had told him that she was over him, told him that the kiss didn't mean anything. Okay so he had said he didn't feel anything from it first, but she should have been truthful.

And Vicki had started to open up to him a bit more. Things were still pretty intense, though nothing had happened beyond very passionate kissing and groping. He knew he wanted more, and could tell she did as well, but both of them knew where it needed to stop though. His parents could return at any moment. That was another thing, his parents hadn't come back since their last trip. It wasn't that he really needed them, he had his own debit card. Though he thought that they should really call and see how things were... but then again, calling and making sure he was alright, was never high priority to them.

He sat at the mall's food court alone, he'd seen Chester and A.J., with Tootie a while before. They noticed him, then almost immediately looked away and continued walking. He knew they were avoiding him, the only reason the group ever really came here was to sit at the food court and hang out. It was only very rarely that they went to stores, and that was only when some new game or something came out. Otherwise they stayed at the food court.

Fine, they want to act like children, let them act like children, he thought as he got up from the table. All he wanted to do was try to fix things with his friend... his best friend. Despite having hung around Chester and A.J., longer, there were things he could talk to Tootie about that he couldn't tell his other friends. He sighed and started home, mourning the loss of his friends.

Half way home it had started raining... at first he had started running. Then when it started pouring down he stopped running, he was already soaked, it didn't matter if he ran or walked anymore. He just continued, until he made it to his street. He passed Tootie's house and just looked at it. It wasn't that he had feelings for the girl, not anymore. His feelings for Vicki were stronger than the ones that he thought he had for Tootie before. He wasn't sure what he had felt for Tootie, only that it wasn't as strong as the ones he was starting to have for Vicki... rather, the feelings that he had started having a while ago. It was only a couple weeks before, that he'd realized what they really were.

It was really strange to be in love with the one person you never even thought you could get along with. He started walking again, the rain not letting up, his feet splashing through the water on the road. He just wished he had an answer. His friends now ignored him, had been ignoring him since Tootie found out about him and Vicki kissing. He just wished girls were more open with their feelings. All of this could have been avoided if Tootie had just told the truth.

He walked through the door, every part of him soaked. Vicki had said something, he couldn't really piece it together as he walked up the stairs. He grabbed a chance of clothes from his dresser, and headed towards the bathroom across the hall, and was stopped by Vicki. A couple of weeks walking up the stairs would have ended the conversation, until he came back down the stairs. Now that she had the crutches, she could make it up the stairs, slowly yes, but make it all the same.

"Something's wrong." Vicki wasn't asking. At one point if she blocked his way he would have feared her. Sometimes he might still fear her, because of old memories. Then or now, there was no mistaking her intentions. Even if it had of been the evil Vicki in front of him, the look of concern on her face, would have shocked him.

"Nothing's wrong. Just caught in the rain." He tried to keep the sadness out of his voice, and failed as his voice wavered. Losing his friends was hard... and right now. He didn't know if they'd ever speak with him again. He was starting to like Vicki... really like her. He didn't know if this was love or something else. But he knew that she... made the numb go away.

"Don't give me that. What did I say when you came in?" She wasn't fooled, and he was practically out of excuses.

"Let me get dry first." He said walking around her and into the bathroom.

He stripped down dumping the wet clothes into the tub, he'd get them out later, but for now they'd be alright in there. He used a towel to dry himself, he wanted a hot shower, but if he waited in here too long, Vicki would barge in... and this bathroom didn't have a lock. He put on the dry clothes and walked out. Vicki wasn't in the hall anymore, he went to go down stairs, when he heard something move in his room.

He turned back and went into his room, and there was Vicki looking around. This was the first time he was happy that he hadn't put up those 'pin-up' posters and stuff like his guy friends had. Happy that before he started sleeping on the couch he had cleaned his room, and it wasn't a mess. Normally a messy room didn't bother him, His friends never said anything... and except for A.J., he knew Tootie's and Chester's rooms could be really messy at times.

"A lot has changed in here," He didn't know if Vicki was talking to him, or if she was just talking aloud.

"Yeah I grew up." He muttered as he went to sit on his bed. Considering she turned slowly to him, and came to sit next to him on the bed, he assumed she had been speaking to him.

"That's not such a bad thing," She nudged his arm with hers. Obviously referring to them making out. Still it was hard to feel good about something, when he had been thinking about how it cost him his friends.

"I guess not..." she nudged him again when he spoke.

"Alright, tell me what happened." That tone a voice he knew. He'd never heard it quite like this, almost caring, but he knew there was no way around telling her.

"Well," He hadn't talked to Vicki about what he thought had been on Tootie's mind that day he came home, other than just telling her what he thought. So he hadn't told her about Tootie ignoring him, or that his other friends had started ignoring him as well. How at the mall earlier they had completely turned away from him. When he was finished he laid his head on her shoulder.

(Vicki's PoV)

There had been times where Vicki had seen Timmy with that blank look on his face, like there was nothing inside him. It always made her concerned, and made her wonder what he was thinking about. Now he just sat on the couch in the living room, and had sat there since he explained his friends ignoring him. It hurt to watch him just sit there doing nothing. He still cooked, and did the normal things he'd do. But the last two days since they had talked he hadn't said a word to her.

She'd had enough of this... obviously this was hurting Timmy, and she knew no matter what. Tootie wouldn't want him hurt, couldn't want him hurt. It was also hurting her to see him like that. So when Timmy said he was going to take a nap and went up to his room, she decided that she'd get Tootie over here, one way or another.

"Hey Vicki." Tootie's voice sounded completely flat.

"I want you to come over here." When Tootie started to protest, Vicki decided that if Tootie wanted to go back to acting ten, she'd go back to acting fourteen for a while. "Now!"

Vicki waited for a reply, but only heard nothing on the other end. A few years ago, that would normally mean the Tootie had ended the call and was going to do what was told of her, in this case Tootie should be over here in a few minutes. So, now she'd finally get to hear all this straight from Tootie. Though she still didn't know why Tootie hadn't told her about it in the first place. There was a knock at the door.

"You made it." Vicki said, feeling slightly ashamed having to resort to intimidation again to get her sister to do what she wanted. But at least now she could drop the facade. "Come sit with me, we need to talk."

"I... uh... fine. For a few minutes." Tootie almost huffed, though Vicki still thought Tootie might not be brave enough to do that.

"We need to talk about Timmy, you, and me." Tootie started to protest again, only to stop when Vicki just stared at her, tapping her fingernails against her legs. It didn't make a sound, though it caught Tootie's attention. "First, why didn't you tell me... you still liked him when I told you about me and him back then?"

"I don't still... okay fine... I might still..." she sighed and just looked to the floor. "I thought I was over him... I did. Then he started acting weird. Maybe 'cause of you, so I decided to go for it, and kissed him. That night we talked about it, you know... when you went to bed early because of the medicine. He told me then that the kiss didn't... you know. It didn't make him feel anything. And I said the same thing. But when you told me that you and him kissed, more than once. That he liked it... I don't know... it's not really fair... I liked him first."

"I didn't know... I.."

"You took him from me." Tootie stood up, and stared... glared at her. This was a side of Tootie, that she really wasn't used to seeing, didn't even know existed. "I know what I said... but you knew I liked him! And he knew!"

"But..." She tried to say something, anything to help them go back to talking and not yelling at each other, but Tootie had already slammed the door on her way out. Vicki didn't know what to do, it wasn't like she was used to apologizing... and she really didn't want to apologize for something that made her happy. She shouldn't have to apologize for something that was acutally making her feel human again, though she felt bad for upsetting Tootie. She did see Tootie's point.