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( Author's Note )

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102 Reviews, Still my favorite story to write for. Sadly I had to force this chapter in the beginning. Now I'll give you proper warning. After I started forcing it... it kind of ran away with itself. I tried controlling it as much as possible, sadly though... it ran hot and cold... you'll see.

Oh and I still don't own Fairly Odd Parents. Big Shocker right? I about freaked when I found out I didn't own them. I mean like... I just thought I did you know. But seriously, I don't own them, never will unless I hit the lotto... or some of you help donate to allow me to buy them. Imagine if I was writing the scripts for the cartoons... Yeah... you'd love it... consider it. Kidding, read on and enjoy.

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( Tootie's PoV )

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Tootie watched him sitting, once again at her computer desk typing away at something. Once again it was in the middle of the night and he'd scared her half to death by sneaking in and waking her up, for the third time in the last month. She was starting to wonder how he even got into house. It was strange, she used to be the sneaky one. Only this time he didn't bother telling her why he was here this time. He didn't rant about some argument him and her sister had had. But he didn't seem completely happy to her. If him and Vicki argued so much, why did they try to make their relationship work? If it was getting to both of them, wouldn't it be easier to just be friends? Then she could have her shot at him... No... that wasn't completely what she wanted. Okay so she did still have feelings for the boy. As much as she wanted to hide them... everyone still knew. But if they did break up, trying to start a relationship with him would only get him and her sister mad at her.

"So..." she waited, watching him. He made no noise to indicate that he had heard her... nothing. Which was starting to get on her nerves. He kept doing this. The first and second time that he had came into her room at night, he had of course told her everything. Which she didn't even really care about. This time was different... either he wasn't mad, or upset. Or he was really angry, or upset. She didn't want to upset him more if he was angry... it could ruin their friendship. "Timmy?"

"Hmm" A noncommittal noise, not really an answer. And still no way to tell if he was angry or not... though she was leaning towards him having some issue. He wouldn't be here otherwise. She knew that he didn't need her computer, he had his own.

"I don't want to sound rude... but what are you doing here again?" This time, at least, he hadn't raided her closet, and dresser. Okay, so she didn't actually mind him borrowing her clothes.

"I'm angry with her." Timmy's voice sounded angry, despite how soft he spoke. "But I won't bother you with the details. I know it upsets you."

Great, so he was angry at both Vicki, and her. Because Vicki is... well Vicki. Her, because of her jealousy, that no matter how much she tries to mask, he can always read right through it. "What did she do now."

"I can't say." He snapped. Which was unlike him. He didn't snap at her, no matter how mad he was. But it really made he wonder. Why couldn't he say what happened? Was it because he didn't know the right words to say it? Couldn't figure out how to explain it? Or did he just not want to say it for fear talking about it would make it a reality? Maybe he was here trying to figure out how to forget it, or was he just hiding from it?

"Can't or wont?" She pushed slightly, hoping he would explain. The continuous typing that hadn't stopped since he got there stopped abruptly. And he turned and looked at her, his blank face betrayed no emotion as he stared at her. She hadn't seen that look since she had found out about his parents.

"I guess it really doesn't matter." He just stared at her, making her feel more like prey, than friend. After what felt like hours, even though it was only seconds, he turned his gaze to the floor. "When I came home today there was another guy in the apartment."

"Okay..." Was it just jealousy? He couldn't be that possessive over Vicki. Timmy just wasn't the possessive type. Then again, he had changed a lot since his parents passed away.

"She was kissing him." He never looked up from the floor.

"That can't be right..." It couldn't be... Vicki wouldn't do that, not to Timmy. Are you kidding, her mind asked her, Vicki is known for doing what she wants whenever she wants. You can't seriously be surprised by this. But she was. After the time with Timmy at the hospital, she thought she knew Vicki cared very dearly about Timmy. Which was one of the reasons, even though she wanted Timmy for herself, she tried her best to back off.

"Are you calling me a liar?" His voice wasn't emotionless now. Oh no... it was much worse than jealousy. He was hurting, and instead of being sad, he was just feeling rage. Then again, she would too.

"No... Not at all." Tread carefully Tootie, she told herself. Very carefully. "I guess that's why your here? So this happened tonight?"

"When I got home from the mall. I was supposed to stay out longer, but I got bored and went home. And I guess I know why she didn't feel like going now. I can't believe I fell for... I believed. How could I be so stupid?" He slumped back into the chair.

This had been exactly what she wanted. She wanted Timmy to be upset with Vicki, to see Vicki for who she really was. If it was just what she wanted, then how come she wasn't happy about it? Because it was hurting Timmy, she thought to herself. She didn't realize what it would do to him, if he started to remember how she really was.

Some time later he crawled into her bed, and fell asleep not long after. She wasn't tired anymore. She sat on her bed, wondering what she should do about this. What could she do about this? There was only one thing she could do. She pulled out her phone and called her sister. She was going to explain what happened... why she did it. Why she hurt Timmy.

"Timmy?" Her sister's voice sounded weak and pathetic. That alone was enough to throw Tootie back a moment

"No it's Tootie." She said, trying and failing to keep the bite out of her voice.

"Is Timmy..."

"Yes he's sleeping, here. In my room. On my bed. Why is he here?" She asked, even though she already heard it from Timmy. She would play dumb, and see if her sister would say anything.

"I... I messed up." Vicki took a shuttering breath, "Remember that guy, Jason, I used to have a crush on? Well I ran into him the other day. I told him I was seeing someone. But I couldn't say who, because of Timmy's age. And he said it didn't matter... friends could hang out. And it's true people can hang out, you know. So I invited him over, and we talked a bit. Mostly about what we've been doing this last year out of school. Then he just kissed me. And My mind kind of went blank. I just... I don't know. I was about to push him off when Timmy walked in. I did push him away, I tried to say something, but Timmy just left. I-I don't blame him."

"You shouldn't have invited him over, not without Timmy there anyways. Unless you invited him over, and didn't want Timmy to know." Tootie felt confused at how she sounded accusing more than anything else, and honestly there was a lot confusing her about the situation.

"T-Thats not true! I love Timmy. I really do... y-you know that." Vicki had started crying when she was explaining what happened, and now it became so much more. But would Timmy be able to forgive? She was having a hard time not yelling at her sister. "I-I don't know what I'm g-going to do."

"I'll try to explain things when we wake up." She didn't want to explain anything. She shouldn't have to. And it wasn't for Vicki, it would be for Timmy that she would try to explain things. She didn't want to see him upset.

"Thanks... Tootie, I'm sorry all this happened. I really am." They said their good-byes over the phone and Tootie hung up. She sighed, and looked over to Timmy sleeping in her bed. Why did her dreams have to come true at the wrong times? And of course, she'd have to try to fix this, if for no other reason than Timmy needing it.

She sighed again turning out her light, the got into bed. Next to the boy that she loved. She couldn't do anything about the fact that he was in her bed. But at least he was there. And if she was lucky, he would pull her close to him in the middle of the night again. She had been more than pleased the first night, when she woke up and found him clinging to her.

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( Timmy's PoV )

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He'd only planned to lay on Tootie's bed a few minutes after telling her what happened when he came home. He just wanted a moments rest after having to tell her about something that hurt him. He still couldn't believe it actually happened. The entire night, before he told her, he had been trying to make sense of it. Trying to figure out some way he could be mistaken. But when he told her... he knew there hadn't been a mistake. Vicki didn't care about him. He should have realized that before.

They constantly fought. After the first time they kissed, she had basically reverted to her old ways. The second was after she smacked him. Maybe they were too different to be together. He opened his eyes looking at Tootie asleep facing him. Him and her were a better match. Why didn't he feel that way though? Here was a girl that wanted him with every fiber of her being. Who would be faithful, and yet something was wrong. He liked her, she was cute... but it wasn't the same. They'd kissed, and he hadn't felt the same as when him and Vicki had. What was different? He moved the few inches closer needed to brush his lips against hers. No spark. If Vicki loved him, how could she kiss someone else, when it felt so... bland?

He kissed her again, this time he felt her body tense. He opened his eyes only to stare into her violet ones. Shock and confusion is what he saw. Maybe he felt nothing because she was sleeping before... it didn't have the same fire. He leaned in again, and was met with fire, though it was pale in comparison. But Tootie sure did show what she felt, as her arms wrapped around him.

He was now leaning over her, his shirt gone. His thumbs hooked in her underwear... what had happened to her pajama bottoms? When her hands grabbed his stopping him. She looked up at him, looking at him sadly. He couldn't figure out what he'd done wrong. He thought she wanted this. One hand reached up and wiped his cheek, then the other. When she pulled it away, he noticed how moist it was.

"Stop... I can't... I can't see you like that. I can't do this, knowing..." He got off of her and sat on the bed, his hand moving to his face. Why was he crying? She retrieved her pajama bottoms and put them back on. "Timmy."

"Why? What's wrong with me." Why was he crying?

"Because... you still love her. And it hurts you to do this." It did hurt... That wasn't fair! How could she do this to him, and not feel that? How come he had to feel it? But that was Vicki... she always got what she wanted, while others suffered.

"I almost... we... almost." The realization struck him hard. He'd almost had sex with Tootie... would have if she hadn't stopped him. He hadn't been thinking clearly... no... He hadn't been thinking at all. Despite it all, Tootie was his best friend. And she just stopped him from doing something she'd dreamed of for a while. How could he ever thank her?

"But we... didn't." He heard the disappointment in her voice. Yes, she sacrificed one of her dreams for his peace of mind. Yet all he could do was depend on her more as he cried. Even as she pulled him down so his head was laying in her lap, and she slowly stroked his hair, he cried. It hurt more than anything he'd ever felt in his life. And he didn't know what would fix it.

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He listened to Tootie explain everything to him. About what happened with Vicki and that guy. It seemed plausible... it hadn't been one of the excuses he tried to think of, but it could have happened. But he still couldn't be sure if that was what happened. What if it was one of Vicki's manipulating ways? What if she did what she wanted, then was lying because she didn't want to get caught.

"I think she was telling the truth Timmy. That's... one of the reasons I stopped you this morning." Again disappointment was heard in her voice, reminding him how much will power it took to stop him.

"I... I don't know... I mean... After everything, all the fights. What if..." he sighed. He didn't want to say it. He didn't want him and Vicki to not be compatible he did love her... obviously enough that if he tried being with someone else... well.

"Look... as much as I hate to say it. And I really hate to say it. Give her another chance." She pushed him playfully. "If it doesn't work... We can always pick up were we left off. Don't give me that look, I'm mostly teasing."

"You're not mad about that?" He looked to the floor, and not at her.

"Furious. I don't even know how I managed to stop you. But when I saw..." she didn't want to point it out, and he didn't want her pointing it out... "Well I just couldn't let you do something you would have beat yourself up over."

"I know and I'm not sure how to thank you." He wasn't sure. How could he repay her. Yes, he was still mad at Vicki... but Tootie had kept him from doing something that he wouldn't be able to forgive himself for.

"What are friends for?"

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( Vicki's PoV )

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She had paced the kitchen for a while, and now was sitting in one of the chairs at the table. She'd been up all night. She couldn't sleep knowing Timmy was upset at her... no furious at her. She knew she would be upset if she saw him doing something like she had done to him. She didn't mean for it to happen, she hadn't even considered it. Didn't mean she didn't feel guilty because of it. If she ever got a hold of Jason, she'd kill him. She'd told him she was with someone. Why did he have to kiss her?

The look on his face when he left... when he ran out of the apartment. He couldn't even contain it with that blanks stare he got when he was angry or sad. This literally broke something inside him, and she didn't mean it. Her heart broke seeing him like that. He'd never look at her the same way again. She was sure of that. Her stomach lurched, she got up moving as fast as she could to the bathroom.

She'd barely made it as she vomited in the toilet again. Every time she though about what had happened she got sick. She'd made this trip a few times since she'd talked to Tootie on the phone. She knew Tootie still had feelings for Timmy, Timmy knew... She couldn't get the thought out of her mind that Timmy would take his revenge... and Tootie would be an eager accomplice. She leaned over the toilet again feeling her stomach lurch, only to dry heave... her stomach had nothing left to expel.

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The sun had risen hours ago, yet she hadn't moved from the couch she'd made it to after leaving the bathroom. Wasn't much point in moving. She was sure her relationship was over, and Tootie would be Timmy's main focus. Tootie and him certainly had more in common, than she and Timmy. Maybe it had been only a matter of time before she screwed up. She'd driven him away...

Her head swiftly turned to the door as it opened, and watched as he walked in. He looked tired, still looked broken like he had when he left. He glanced at her, before continuing past her into the kitchen. Her glace fell back to the floor. This time there didn't seem to be a happy ending.

"I-I could make something for breakfast." She called, hoping it was loud enough that he heard her.

"Not hungry." He sounded on the verge of tears. She heard him go down the hallway, and heard the door to the bedroom ,that had been for show, close. Tootie was supposed to tell him it was an accident... smooth it over. Had she forgotten? Or did he leave before she woke up again? She had to make sure, she thought as she made her way to the room. She didn't get an answer when she knocked. She decided she'd just go in.

"Timmy?" He sat on the edge of the bed looking at the floor. She walked over and knelt in front of him. "Timmy. I know I hurt you..."

"How could you do it?" his voice barely above a whisper, but held so much anguish.

"I didn't... I mean I did, but I didn't. He kissed me, I was about to push him away when you walked in. I swear to you. I-I didn't want to." She grabbed his hands, holding them to her forehead. "I th-thought he was coming over... just to catch up. I Told him I was with someone. I t-told him! I'd never hurt you like that."

"How do I know that's even true?" His voice was monotonic. He was really hurting.

"How do I-I pro-prove it? I-I'll do anything." Vicki cried, releasing his hands and wrapping her arms around his waist, afraid that if she let him go he'd vanish. She didn't want him to vanish, she loved him, needed him. "I love you. You know that. Right?"

"I need to think." He didn't sound so monotonic, but he still wasn't happy, and she couldn't blame him one bit. He'd barely even looked at her, though she knew she deserved it. She walked out of the room.

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( Timmy's PoV )
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An hour after he laid back on the bed. He groaned slightly at how stiff it was, he hadn't actually slept on the bed before. He'd much rather go and curl up with... he sighed again feeling his chest tighten, at the thought. Vicki seemed like she was telling the truth. He'd never seen her kneel down before anyone. Nor had he heard her sound that regretful. Maybe it was all something that happened out of her control. Maybe she wasn't being manipulative.

But how could he know? That was the real question. How did he know what she said was truth? He knew what she could be like. Then again, he also knew that she could be sweet, kind and caring. And really who was he to judge? He almost did something more wrong, and with her sister no less. At least Vicki's was an accident... He had intended to do it. Would she forgive him for that?

He sighed as he sat up. It was time to tell Vicki everything. Time to tell her what he almost did, and see if anything could ever be salvaged. Knowing that each step he took, was closer to what could be the end of him and Vicki, frightened him. But he knew keeping it a secret would backfire too. If she found out he'd kept it from her, then it would kill the relationship... if it continued after today.

He found her in the kitchen, it looked like she was cooking. Which was odd, since she hardly cooked. He'd been teaching her, but hadn't in a while.

"Hey..." she jumped and turned to look at him.

"...Hey." She took a moment to answer... maybe thinking of something to say... maybe trying to not say something else. He wasn't sure, he wished he could read minds.

"C-Can we talk?" Timmy sat down at the table, and was relieved when she put the knife she was using down and sat down across from him.

"If you want to." She looked like she was bracing for something. And he hoped that she could handle what he had to say.

"What happened... It hurt me." He held up his hand to stop her from talking. "That not all. It really hurt. I understand you didn't mean for it to happen. I can accept it..."

"But?" She asked when he didn't continue. She looked worried, but she wanted to know what was next.

"But... I kissed Tootie... and we almost... if I hadn't started crying, and she stopped me we would have..." he braced his head in his hands. How was he supposed to explain this... He didn't even know why he did it... in fact, all he remembered was kissing her, then some how he was getting ready to pull her underwear off. Didn't even know what had happened to her pajama bottoms.

"B-But you didn't, r-right?" He finally looked up at her from his hands to see she was looking to her lap. "I-I mean I wouldn't blame you if you did... it would hurt... but..." She looked up tears streaming down her face. He wasn't sure how she could keep her voice as calm as she was. "But you didn't right?"

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( Vicki's PoV )
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"But you didn't right?" It was more her begging for an answer, than just asking. He said he didn't... said she'd stopped him. But she needed to hear it again. Just to make sure.

"I-I was so angry with you. I c-couldn't understand how you could. Ki-kissing Tootie was so... bland. Then it almost happened, when she stopped me I cried, and it hurt so much. I couldn't understand why it didn't hurt you. But we didn't... couldn't. It hurt me to much to try, and she didn't want me to hurt you, or myself." She just looked at him... didn't he know she was hurting this entire time? Remember how old he is, she told herself, he doesn't see everything like you do.

"It did Timmy. After I threw him out of the house, I called everyone I knew that might know where you are. Tootie said she hadn't seen you. But I hurt. I kept thinking it was all over. That I'd messed it all up. That you and Tootie would..." They almost had... but Tootie stopped him? She was going to have to repay Tootie. She knew it had to be hard for her sister to turn Timmy down. "I haven't even slept since night before last. I couldn't stop throwing up long enough to sleep. Because I was afraid you'd never come back. That I'd finally killed the relationship, because I trusted him to be a friend."

Timmy's body was shaking with his effort to hide his crying. His hands in his lap, his head and shoulders bend forward. Timmy had always been more than mature for his age, so it was easy to forget that he was still just fifteen. His emotions were still running wild from puberty, not long before. And so easy to forget how confusing his emotions are most of the time. And now... she could see he wanted desperately to forgive her for what happened... he desperately wanted to be forgiven for what he almost did out of jealousy and spite. He didn't seem to know what to day or do to fix this. How to stop the pain. Honestly, she wasn't entirely sure how to stop it. She wanted those things and more. It confused her. She couldn't imagine what it was like for him. She got up and moved to once again kneel in front of him.

"Timmy?" she could barely see his face with his head down, and hair covering it. Though the tears falling from his cheeks were visible enough. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have trusted him. And... I'm not mad..." she really wasn't mad. She had assumed it happened... knew it could have happened. She was more relieved they hadn't. "I'm not mad about what almost happened."

"I-I'm s-sorry." he sobbed, then clung to her kneeling with her, his head laid against her chest as he embraced her. Listening to him as he sobbed and held her. She listened to him about his parents, and being alone. And about how his friends had left him alone, even though it had been worked out. Then she listened and cried with him as he said he thought she was going to leave him next.

All seemed to be forgiven, and agreed what happened would be best forgotten. She had been about to ask... beg if need be... Timmy to lay down with her for a while so she could get some sleep. Luckily, he asked first. He looked physically and mentally tired. She didn't hesitate to agree, and thought about how terribly close they'd come to never sharing a peaceful moment like this with each other again, as she laid down with Timmy wrapped around her as if he was afraid she'd vanish.

"You know I do love you Timmy." she kissed his forehead.

"I love you too Vicki... I don't know what I'd..." She interrupted him with a kiss.

"Shh... it's not going to happen. We'll be alright. Goodnight Timmy."

"Good night Vicki."