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Disclaimer: Alright, my vacation is over now, and here is something that I never published on this website. The next Chapter for "Vicky's Façade" is still being worked on. It's at eight hundred and nine words right now, or something like that. This is another fan-fiction of The Fairly OddParents, which was created by Butch Hartman. I didn't create any of the characters. Only Hailey Drew is mine.
Chapter One: "A New Friendship".
Timmy Turner's point-of-view:
Timmy Turner sighs, after he walked into his bedroom. He had yet another horrible day of school today. Francis had tried to beat Timmy up. Mr. Crocker had given Timmy way too many Fs, and to make things even worse, Trixie Tang had rejected Timmy yet again. "Wanda, I think that I need one of those e-mail friends. Sort of like a pen pal," Timmy says, as he sits down on his bed. "I mean, don't get me wrong, Wanda… Chloe Carmichael is a great best friend to me, but it would just be better for me to talk to someone who doesn't know who I am." The pink fairy God-parent quickly nods, and then, she quickly starts typing on Timmy Turner's keyboard. "All done!" Wanda says, after she had finished typing on the keyboard. "I even found the perfect person for you to befriend!" She adds.
Timmy quickly stands up, and then, he starts walking towards his computer. "Really? What's their e-mail address?" Timmy inquires, as he sits down on the chair, and then, he looks at his computer screen. "What should I say to them?" Timmy looks at Wanda and Cosmo.
"Just tell them a little bit about yourself, without giving out any of your personal information, like your name, and your home address," Wanda says to Timmy.
Timmy nods to Wanda, and then, he quickly starts typing a new e-mail to this person.
Hi! I, uh, just wanted to befriend someone new, and I thought that you might be the perfect person for me to befriend. Would you like to become e-mail pals with me? I could tell you about my days, and you could tell me about yours… Like, I recently got rejected from my crush… Again… Sighs…
Timmy frowns, after he had finished typing his e-mail message. He wasn't sure how to sign the e-mail. But he shrugs, and then, he sends the e-mail, believing that anonymity would be best.
Vicky's point-of-view:
Vicky quickly walks into her bedroom, after her extremely long day at Dimmsdale High School. If you called her day 'fun', you would be wrong. Vicky sighs, and then, she sits down on her chair. She quickly turns on her computer, and then, she starts sending a text message to her friend, Alyssa, while she is waiting for her computer to finish loading up all of the programs. Why must computers take so long to load the programs? Seven minutes later, Vicky had set her iPhone down, and then, she logs into her e-mail account. Apparently, a total stranger had sent her a new e-mail. Vicky raises one of her eyebrows, and then, she clicks on the e-mail. She starts reading it. Vicky can't decide if she wants to simply delete the e-mail, or reply back to whoever this stranger is. Two minutes later, she finally decides to humor this person, and she starts typing in a reply to them.
You're such a creep. How did you even find my e-mail address? My answer is a hell no, but I know that you're not going to take no for an answer. Rejected? That's so tragically sad. If you think that I'm going to start to feel sorry for you, well, you're crazy, kid.
Vicky smirks, and then, she feels proud of what she had typed in for her reply to this creepy person.
She watches something on the T.V. screen for one hour, and then, she checks her e-mail for a reply from the creepy stranger. Indeed, the creep had replied to her.
Well, you are an extremely rude person. But you can't possibly be worse than Icky Vicky. You're not going to make this easy for me, are you? Have you ever believed that you will never be good enough for someone? Like, that no matter what you do, even if you completely change your clothing and your smile, she'll never love you for who you really are? Like, that you might as well be invisible to her?
That obviously hit a nerve to Vicky. Especially the 'But you can't possibly be worse than Icky Vicky' part of that e-mail. But Vicky re-reads the e-mail, because of the question that the person asked her. Invisible. That would be the story of her life. Her own parents have been treating her like shit ever since she was nine-years-old. They've been terrified of her ever since she was nine. Like, that they're afraid that she's going to commit a crime, or kill someone, or something. And then, there was the first question. She doesn't believe that she'll ever be good enough for anyone. Especially for Timmy Turner. He would have to be insane to fall in love with her in return. Plus, Hailey Drew did say to Vicky that no one will ever love her. A statement like that can make a person feel so depressed, but of course Hailey doesn't care. Vicky has been unable to get a good amount of sleep for the past three years. She keeps constantly thinking about every single hateful thing that Timmy had said to her. Especially that "If I down, at least you're going down with me!" line. She had also been having nightmares about Hailey Drew for the past eight years. Vicky tries not to cry, as she starts typing on her keyboard right now.
Newsflash, whoever you are. People don't normally confess their innermost secrets to a stranger. But since we seem to have a few things in common with each other… I do happen to believe those things. And no offense or anything, but that girl is a moron if she's never going to love you. You might be annoying and creepy, but you're a pretty sweet guy. You are a guy, right? And no, I don't love a girl. I'm a heterosexual, and I'm a girl.
Timmy Turner's point-of-view:
"I got a new e-mail from, uh, her, Wanda!" Timmy Turner says excitedly, as he stares at his computer screen the next day. Timmy reads the e-mail message a second time. Trixie Tang isn't a moron, Timmy thinks to himself, and then, he frowns.
Oh, right… Heh… Sorry… You really think so? And yes, I'm a boy. What exactly are your problems? I'm a pretty good listener… Sometimes… My best friend who is extremely smart seems to believe that I might get diagnosed with A.D.H.D., though.
Timmy sends the e-mail, and then, he immediately walks out of his bedroom, because his babysitter, Vicky, had started yelling at him. Timmy quickly walks downstairs, knowing that every moment he made Vicky wait further increased the likelihood of today being the worst day ever. "Y-Yes, Vicky?" Timmy inquires. He looks at Vicky, and he nervously starts walking towards her. That's when he notices that Tootie is with her. It spells double the trouble, and he already starts to sweat. "T-Tootie? Why are you here right now?" Timmy inquires, as he looks at the thirteen-year-old girl.
"I'm here to watch you fight the Evil Witch!" Tootie says.
"She means me. Unfortunately. Twerpette, for the millionth time, you can't stay here! Go home!" Vicky says, as she shoots her creepy and obsessive sister a look.
"Well, someone has to protect the Prince Charming!" Tootie says.
"And again, for the millionth time, Twerpette, fairy tales do not exist. That's just something that Disney wanted to trick you into believing, so that you won't get your heart broken at such a young age," Vicky says to her younger sister, Tootie.
"Harsh," Timmy says.
"Do you want her to leave, or not, Twerp?" Vicky asks Timmy, as she looks at him.
"Yes, please!" He says.
"Twerpette. Go. Home. Or else I might tell the Twerp your extremely embarrassing secret."
Tootie lets out a scream, and then, she quickly sprints out of Timmy Turner's house.
"Nice! Thank you, Vicky!" Timmy grins at Vicky.
"Don't get too used to it, though. You're welcome, uh, Timmy. Alright, here's what your parents want you to do today," Vicky says, and then, she quickly gives him a piece of paper that is a list of several chores.
"You mean, what my parents want you to do before they will come home tonight," Timmy says to her.
"Details, details," Vicky says to him, as she walks towards the sofa in the living room of the Turner's home.
Timmy quickly starts walking back upstairs, muttering to himself about how cruel she is.
Vicky's point-of-view:
Vicky suddenly sits down on the sofa, and then, she checks her e-mail on her iPhone. Apparently her new 'friend' had sent her a new e-mail message. Vicky raises one of her eyebrows, as she starts to read the new e-mail. She turns on the T.V., and then, she starts typing in a reply to him.
About your crush being a moron, and you being sweet? Yes, sure, why not? My problems? To be honest with you, I don't think that anyone understands me. They only think that they know me, but they are so very wrong. I'm completely ignored and forgotten by my parents. I have to do pretty much everything myself. I'm a workaholic. And yes, I'm secretly in love with someone right now. Two different guys, but they're never going to fall in love with me in return. Oh, and I stay awake until about 4:00 A.M., or something like that, every single night. Sorry, 'buddy', but you wanted brutal honesty, right? And A.D.H.D.? That's one of those disorders that make you believe that you're different from everyone else. Like, as in, different in a bad way.
Vicky sends the message to her new 'friend', before she could change her mind about being so honest to him.
Timmy Turner's point-of-view:
Because of all of those chores that Vicky had forced him to do that day, he wasn't able to check his computer for his new online friend's response until the next day. Timmy frowns as he starts reading her response. She sounds so very much like Vicky. But he knew that this can't possibly be Vicky. Icky Vicky doesn't even have real emotions. But his babysitter does have a lot of jobs. She babysits him, A.J., Chester McBadBat, and several other of his friends. She also volunteers at a hospital, and she works part-time at the Cake 'N Bacon. But what is the possibility of his babysitter being his new e-mail friend? If Timmy even is friends with this girl. She seems to be so rude and mean. That makes Timmy unsure if they even are friends now. Timmy reads her e-mail a second time. She apparently suffers from insomnia, and she is also experiencing the unrequited love thing that Timmy is experiencing with Trixie Tang. The fact that Timmy keeps getting rejected by Trixie Tang has actually started to make him secretly feel insecure about himself.
I can unfortunately relate to you. No one can understand me either. Why do you have to do everything yourself? I mean, have you tried telling your parents that they don't seem to be thinking about you? Is that supposed to make me feel better? Because it doesn't make me feel better. You're making me feel even more insecure about myself.
Vicky's point-of-view:
"Ugh. This boy sounds like one of those goodie types who always try to help people, and junk… Insecurity, though… We've got something else in common now…" Vicky says, after she read the guy's reply to her.
Well, join the club. That is pretty obvious. You think if I tried that, things would be different? I did, but they never cared about me. Awesome. Apparently we have something else in common with each other now.
Vicky frowns, and then, she decides to use her rather impressive hacking skills to figure out who keeps sending her these e-mails.
About thirty minutes later…
"Isn't that the Twerp's I.P. address?!" Vicky inquires, as she stares at the results, and she totally feels shocked right now. She had to borrow that horrible Twerp's computer one night, and she had easily found his I.P. address. It's shocking that she actually remembers the I.P. address, because she had only seen it once. But it seems to be the same numbers. Vicky lets out a low growl, and then, she sends the e-mail message to him. She quickly leaves her house, and then, she starts walking to the Cake 'N Bacon because her shift will be starting in five minutes from now.
Timmy Turner's point-of-view:
Timmy reads the girl's next response.
Well, join the club. That is pretty obvious. You think if I tried that, things would be different? I did, but they never cared about me. Awesome. Apparently we have something else in common with each other now.
Timmy frowns, and then, he quickly starts typing on his keyboard.
Why do you believe that your own parents never cared about you? Wow. This is freaky. You secretly feel insecure about yourself, too? I'm so sorry.
Unfortunately, immediately after Timmy had sent that e-mail to his 'friend', he suddenly hears Tootie's voice. She seems to be arguing with Chloe Carmichael right now.
"Oh, no… This can't be good! Wanda, I'm going to see what's going on with Tootie and Chloe right now!" Timmy says, and then, he quickly walks out of his bedroom. He walks downstairs, and then, he starts walking towards the front door. Even more unfortunately, a certain girl with red hair, pink eye color, black jeans, and a green shirt is standing right in front of Timmy right now.
"And where do you think you're going right now, Twerp?" Vicky inquires to him.
"Vicky, can't you hear your sister arguing with my best friend right now?" Timmy sighs. He doesn't have time to do any chores at this moment.
"Just let the Twerpette do whatever she wants to do," Vicky says to Timmy.
"Vicky! I don't have time for this! This is important!" Timmy says to Vicky.
Timmy sighs. "Are you mad at me, Vicky?" Timmy asks her.
"Yes, okay. You're not doing your chores. All you care about right now is my sister, and that blonde girl," Vicky says.
Timmy grabs the vacuum cleaner, and then he starts vacuuming the living room.
Vicky's point-of-view:
She reads a new e-mail response from that guy.
Because. All they care about and love is my sister. They think that I did something bad, but that wasn't me who did that. It was my former babysitter, and some rude college people that she knew. I personally don't think they were even friends with her. She hates friendship, and kindness. Are you not going to tell me what your name is?
Vicky sends the e-mail response to that guy.
Vicky looks over at Timmy again.
"Is there something that you're not telling me?" Vicky asks him.
"W-What do you mean by that, V-Vicky?" The fourteen-year-old Timmy Turner asks Vicky, as he looks at her.
"Like, did you make a new friend recently?" Vicky asks him.
"Oh, definitely not Trixie. She won't like me because I'm not popular like she is. But, uh, y-yes, I do have a new friend now. It's some girl that I don't know though," Timmy says to Vicky.
"Oh. Okay. Maybe try to love someone else," Vicky says.
Vicky walks towards the kitchen, and then she starts to cook something.
Timmy Turner's point-of-view:
"That was weird, Cosmo, and Wanda. I think that Vicky was just trying to give me some advice," Timmy says.
"Did they e-mail you back yet?" Cosmo curiously asks Timmy.
"Oh, uh, sure, I'll go check right now, Cosmo," Timmy says.
He takes out his cell phone, and then he logs into his e-mail account.
He did get a new response from his new e-mail friend.
Because. All they care about and love is my sister. They think that I did something bad, but that wasn't me who did that. It was my former babysitter, and some rude college people that she knew. I personally don't think they were even friends with her. She hates friendship, and kindness. Are you not going to tell me what your name is?
Timmy finishes reading the e-mail response.
"Should I? You said that I shouldn't tell her what my name is, but now she wants to know who I am," Timmy says.
"Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt, if they might live in Dimmsdale too," Wanda says to Timmy.
Timmy types in a new response to this girl.
Yeah, I've got parents who don't always love me too. I'm sorry to hear all of that. Was this girl evil, or something? My name is Timmy Turner, and I'm living in Dimmsdale. What is your name?
Timmy sends the e-mail response to the girl.
"I just hope that I won't regret being so honest with her," Timmy says to Wanda, and Cosmo. He continues doing his chores, so that Vicky won't be mad at him anymore. He just hopes that Tootie and Chloe won't be arguing- again.
The Author's Notes:
Timmy is fourteen-years-old in this fan-fiction, and Vicky is twenty-years-old right now. Oh. She's a Second Year Senior in this fan-fiction. Something like that had unfortunately happened to me. Long before I was diagnosed with A.D.H.D. We'll get to Vicky's next response, and more in the next Chapter. Thank you for the favs, follows, and reviews to my other fan-fictions!
