Another day has come… Except that it doesn't change anything for the frowning and broken teen sitting at the end of the bleachers with his elbows resting on his thighs and hand clasped together.

His mind was filled with nothing but guilt and that one particular person, his best friend. Talking with Molly over the phone made him temporarily better for the night and made him sleep soundly. The thing is, as he opened his eyes first in the morning, the first thing that popped up on his mind was Trixie. He somehow knew for himself that he's never going to stop thinking about it unless he confronted his uncooperative friend. Timmy had sent her two long paragraphs of message explaining everything to her and apologizing repeatedly before going to school, and even tried to call her even though he knew she's not going to pick it up. He didn't know that it'd be this hard to approach his popular friend, and maybe that's another thing… Maybe she could care less because the desperate and love sick persuasive admirer she have wasn't a big deal at all, that's because she have many friends and people following her around. Timmy felt a little wince of pain in his chest as he continued jumping into conclusions. Even though he was trying hard to stay positive for a very long time now, he couldn't help but feel more of pessimistic for the time being.

Biting his lower lip and looking down at his feet at the same time, Timmy tried to fight off the feeling of being just a subject for the Asian girl. He wished that someone could clear everything up, or could he do any means of communications. The calls and text messages weren't enough, and he was scared that he would overdone it to the point of annoying Trixie and pushing her away even more.

"Ugh, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with me?" He suddenly blurted out, running both of his fingers to his hair in an irritated way and letting out an exasperated sigh. It's safe to kind of release his feelings into thin air with this location, no people around. Timmy tried to take a deep breath and out that somehow relieved him a little bit.

He took out the phone from his pocket unknowingly, more like a strange habit he have been doing ever since then. It was only the other day, yet it felt like centuries already. Wondering how he'll manage to stay waiting within a week, he checked out his log numbers and messages just in case. It wasn't a waste of time anyway since there's one message in his inbox that he hasn't opened yet. His face brightens in glee and felt the urge to check it right away but was suddenly disappointed it wasn't from Trixie, rather it was from Molly… Not that he doesn't want his other friend's name to pop up on his phone's screen, he was just expecting from someone else. Even so, he still checked it with nonchalant painted all over his face.

"how's it going with trixie? Just remember what I told ya yesterday, got it? And also tell me right away if you got to talk with her.. peace out!" Timmy chuckled after reading the message, and the fact that it wasn't even necessary to put the "peace out" in there. He'd just need to be patient regarding Trixie, that's all.

After dismissal time, Timmy went straight to the locker's area alone by himself. It was kind of a new and solitary feeling because no one was there to tell him stories or to wait for him. He let out a loud sigh, remembering the same girl again even though how much he's trying to forget it and sort of move on… Temporarily.

"Hey dude, you know about this new girl at school? She's the bomb!" Timmy overheard a conversation just a few distance away from where he was standing, merely ignoring it since it doesn't interest him in any sort of way. He continued putting out books out of his bag and repeatedly twisting his combination locker until it made a clicking sound.

"Really? How so? Is she my kind of girl?" The conversation of the two people was too loud, enough for the busy man in the locker to hear it from afar even if he doesn't intend to.

"You bet… She's got the looks and I heard that she also have excellent records in subjects from her previous school."

"A transferee huh?"

This immediately caught Timmy's attention as he was about to open up his locker. The only person he knows who just recently transferred was Molly. Could it be that they're talking about his friend? But then that doesn't sound possible at all because she's the kind who usually just goofs around and doesn't pay attention much in her studies, since he usually sees her cutting off classes and just hanging with other people at the campus fields… But then, he's still not sure.

The moment he opened up his locker, a paper slipped out and swayed through the air until it hit the ground. Timmy raised an eyebrow, questioning the situation and wondering who would do such thing before picking it up from the floor. There's no way Trixie would do this, she's not the kind of person who'd do it the old school version, because she'd rather stick with modern way such as text messages and calls.

"So what's the name?" The conversation followed.

A phone number was written in the paper and a name underneath it, along with a poorly drawn face that seemed to attempt copy a certain person.

"Tootie?"

"Tootie."

Both Timmy and the other person from a distance blurted out in a loud voice which made the brunette teen to turn around and met eye contact with the stranger who's wearing a school jersey. Both of them stared at each other awkwardly, neither having any idea what just happened… While the other guy just gave them both a puzzled look before silently returning on his business with his locker also getting fixed.

"S-Sorry…" Timmy said quickly and immediately put all the least needed books inside his locker, shutting it lock while gripping the paper on his left hand. After that, he gave the two strangers a look and nod before completely running down the corridor and disappearing from their sight. The two men merely shrugged in confusion and didn't bother to ask about it anymore.

So they were talking about Tootie after all? But when did she transfer? She hasn't told Timmy about it before, nor did even mention it. He decided to take out his phone and dial Tootie but before he could do it, something stopped him. There he saw Trixie with her other friends talking to each other… And the most painful part is that she doesn't even seem to be bothered at all, in fact she was laughing along with her friends. Timmy felt his heart drop, leaving him paralyzed at where he was standing and just looking at Trixie as they slowly walk towards his direction.

He couldn't take his eyes off her… It took his admired best friend to notice him, exchanging direct stares with her but she merely looked away as if they didn't know each other. Timmy remained standing until the girls walked past him and continued on their own conversations. That main exact event made him forget what he was just about to do and sat down at the nearest staircase he found, sighing to himself. If he kept on going on like this, there's no way he'll make it within the week. The thought itself frustrated him even more. Maybe he'll just talk to Tootie face to face when he got back home, it'll make things clearer and easier to understand that way.

"Hey what's the matter with your wifi signal? It's driving me nuts!" Vicky complained loudly from the living room while Timmy was eating his lunch which is a large sandwich.

When he got back home, he visited Tootie's place but her mother told him that she went out for a bit so he just went straight to his house and almost forgetting the fact that Vicky would be there to greet him "nicely". Even if she stopped acting violent towards him, he still doesn't feel any less freaked out around her… In fact, he felt more awkward now around his babysitter. But it seemed like she already forgot or chose to ignore what happened from back then. Still, it makes Timmy's stomach twisting and uncomfortable.

"I dunno." He merely said in response before continuing on eating his lunch. Right after this, he'll go straight up to his room. He can't stay any longer downstairs with the red-head around. It's hard to predict her actions ever since then.

"Tootie just transferred to your school…" Vicky said out of the blue, immediately changing the subject.

"I figured that out earlier than you expected."

"Really? How? For all I know, Tootie loves surprises. I guess that my plans to ruin her moment weren't successful after all."

"Well, I was surprised too. She left her number inside my locker." Timmy responded, shrugging to himself.

"How did she even found out where your locker is?"

"No idea."

"She's still probably the crazy stalker we all know back then… Just prettier and got the body that all girls would die for. Tch…" Vicky said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. Timmy wondered if his babysitter was jealous of Tootie's sudden change of appearance.

A few minutes later, Vicky stood up from the couch and went to the kitchen to get some milk with her phone on her hands. Her eyes were focused on her phone's screen but she can't help the feeling of Timmy's eyes following her. Maybe it's because she's wearing something more revealing this time. Her green shirt and black leggings were replaced by a tank top and short skirt which shows more of her fair skin and some freckles on her shoulders and chest. Vicky smirked to herself and continued walking towards the fridge as if she isn't noticing anything suspicious at all. She knows what she's going to do this time.

Opening the refrigerator, she took out a gallon of milk which was almost empty already. Fair enough, she thought to herself… Since she doesn't plan on drinking this at all. She kept a hold of her phone on her left hand and the gallon of milk on her right hand to make something look more natural. Finally, she closed the fridge by leaning on it by her back and as she started walking, Vicky tripped on her own feet and spilled the remaining milk all over the floor… Intentionally. She crawled down towards the now empty gallon to take it with her other side exposed right in front of Timmy.

The younger teen felt an immediate embarrassment and realized what he was doing. He quickly looked away, blushing and pretending that he doesn't see anything. He was just trying to compare Vicky's body from Tootie's since it made him wondering as to why his babysitter's sounded jealous of his admirer since childhood. It's not like he wanted to touch the older one nor giving her a lustful look. He had never thought of her that way.

He finished his meal as fast as possible and stood up, avoiding the spilled milk by walking in the side. Vicky raised an eyebrow and called him out with her position remaining the same.

"Hey twerp, where do you think you're going?"

"U-Upstairs… M-my room." Timmy replied, not making any eye contact. The red-head smiled to herself knowing that her plan worked out.

"You still have some business to take care of." Vicky said in an innocent-pretending tone. Timmy feeling pissed off, turned around and spoke in a loud tone.

"Oh no I don't! Your mess, you clean."

"Oh woah! You bossing around? That's strange. Just hurry and clean this up." Vicky sat up in an Indian sit with her arms crossed on her stomach, lifting her bust up which was kind of exposed too since her upper body became wet with the spilled milk. Timmy blushed again at the sight right in front of him and hesitantly agreed.

"F-Fine! Then, get off there now!" He ordered and pretended to be mad while looking away, even though the red tint on his face was obvious.

"Okay, okay! I will… Chill out." The babysitter rolled her eyes and stood up, putting down her phone at the table. Timmy was about to get in the sink and take out some kind of wiping clothe but he was abruptly stopped when Vicky took a hold grip of his left arm and leaned in to whisper on his ear.

"You saw it right?"

"S-Saw what?" He said in a shaky tone and pretending as if he doesn't know anything about what she's saying.

"Oh you know what I'm talking about. Stop lying."

"W-Well, it's your fault!" Timmy protested in a louder voice even though the other person was merely whispering.

"Do you think I'm that stupid? I know you were eyeing me from head to toe when I entered the kitchen. Did you like my new look today?" She said in a seductive tone as she pulled him closer.

"You've got the wrong idea! I was just-"

"Stop pretending, 'kay? I know what the boys want when they're giving such an eyeful to a girl." With that, Vicky finally let him go and walked away with a smug across her cheeks. Timmy sighed and quickly wiped the floor in frustration as soon as he got hold of the drying fabric. Great, now she thinks he's a pervert when in fact that wasn't really the case. It has never crossed his mind of Vicky taking an interest towards him, same goes for himself. She was just being flirty recently that made him feel uneasy around his babysitter.

After he was done with the assigned task on him, he heard a knocking at the door. It seemed like Vicky went upstairs to go to the bathroom and clean herself up so Timmy decided to open it up himself… And this is his house anyway. He doesn't remember inviting anyone today so it made him confused.

"Hang on!" He yelled out so that the person inside would hear it. After hanging the wet clothe outside their kitchen window, he rushed on their living room and opened the door… Only to meet face to face with—

"Tootie?"