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Chapter 6
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Never Forget
Chapter 6
Timmy stormed up to his room and slammed the door, he was not looking forward to keeping an eye on Vicky, and with the rumors recently dispelled she would kill him if she caught him following her, or at least injure him.
"Timmy!" His mother called after him but he didn't answer.
"Oh, dear, it seems I said something wrong," Vicky managed to look quite hurt, when she was in fact very amused.
"You broke his heart!" Mr. Turner would have elaborated, but he decided it was best to remain silent before his wife 'accidentally' spilled the hot coffee all over him to match her burning glare.
"It's not your fault Vicky, Timmy is just at a sensitive age, wanting to rush into adulthood; I'm sorry he acted that way." Mrs. Turner apologized.
"No, it's alright; I should have been more considerate. I'm not going to be in the city for long and I have work tomorrow; I really don't want to part with Timmy on a bad note, so is it alright if I go talk to him?" Vicky asked with concern.
"Of course!" Mrs. Turner replied. "I trust you completely; I don't know what came over me believing those silly rumors yesterday."
"Thanks, I'm glad I didn't lose your trust over this, and I'm very sorry the press had to drag a dear friend into it," Vicky departed on a short journey up the stair of the Turner residence and to Timmy' room.
"Go away," Timmy muttered, his voice muffled by the pillow against his face and he lay in bed on his stomach. He was hoping he could fall asleep and that everything would magically be solved by the time he woke up. But he knew that not even a wish could fix this, where fairy magic failed to have its proper effect on Vicky. Though if she had apparently disregarded what she saw, Timmy didn't know why he couldn't just leave her alone. Maybe Jorgen just hated him.
"Dear Timmy, won't you talk to me?" Vicky continued the charade a little longer. "I'm so sorry I called you a baby, that was so silly of me," and she sounded much nicer than she needed to sound, if only to annoy him a little more. "Silly me, I should go to the eye doctor sometime, it's so obvious you've grown up."
"Go away," Timmy repeated, lifting his hand to wave her out of the room. But alas, he did not realize that Vicky was no longer standing at the door. She was in fact leaning over him, hand outstretched as if she was about to reach over and pull his hair; and when Timmy raised his hand it reached Vicky's chest. He immediately pulled his hand back as if it had been burned and backed into a corner of the room seeing the venom in Vicky's eyes.
"You perverted little twerp," she muttered under her breath, loud enough to sound quite threatening, but not loud enough to be heard by Timmy's parents downstairs. The pink and green eyes goldfish watched helplessly from their fishbowl, fearing for Timmy.
"I didn't mean to!" Timmy looked for any escape routs but found none; he knew there was no way he could make it past Vicky to door or window. His parents were downstairs but calling for help would negate the entire purpose of showing his offense at being called a baby. Besides, Timmy knew that Vicky would get away with getting him into trouble. For a moment, Timmy was a scared ten year old boy again instead of the eighteen year old who now stood several inches taller than his ex-babysitter. "Damn it Vicky, why do you have to keep making my life so miserable?" Timmy let himself slide down to the floor ready to take whatever punishment Vicky was about to unleash, as he had always done.
"You're pathetic," the words were not new to Timmy, but the anger that accompanied them in the past was replaced with disgust and that bothered him more than he cared to admit.
That was it, Timmy had been under a lot of pressure and that was all he could take. He got up and pushed Vicky away. She didn't give him a second to enjoy his recently gained space, before shoving him back. Timmy stepped around Vicky and pushed her to the corner, perhaps a little too hard. She yelped in apparent pain and scratch the hand he had gripping her right shoulder with her perfectly manicured nails. Timmy knew he had sealed his fate. "Vicky, I'm sorry I was just angry," then he caught himself, "actually, you deserved that."
"Timmy Turner!" Both his mother and father stood at the door positively fuming. Timmy knew right away that they must have only seen the last part, the part where he shoved Vicky against a wall with apparently no provocation.
Vicky made her best painful expression as if trying to convey her nonexistent physical and emotional hurt into it. Someone needed to hand that woman an oscar for best actress, Timmy bitter thought. "It's not what it looks like!" He thought he would never hear the end of that speech.
It was agreed that during Vicky's stay, Timmy would try to make this up to her, which basically put him in the position of personal slave, just like the old days. At least he wouldn't need to find an excuse to follow her to accomplish the mission assigned to him by Jorgen, and he wouldn't need to hide; but this was worse.
Timmy should have known that Vicky wouldn't care about being seen around him, the press had recently experienced what she could do and no one would dare try to bring up that sandal again, they knew Vicky could strike back.
Timmy left the house along with Vicky in her car. Cosmo and Wanda followed him in secret but couldn't talk to him because of Vicky. The last thing they needed was to remind her of the existence of fairies when they were hoping that she continued to disregard that memory until she was not worth keeping under surveillance anymore.
"Nothing's changed, has it?" Timmy voiced bitterly, "you're still evil and I'm still..."
"Pathetic?" Vicky offered. "Never forget, some things just don't change."
Timmy did not reply but deep down he agreed with her and he was going to change that. He didn't know how but he would get Vicky to give him some well deserved respect.
To be Continued
Disclaimer, I don't own Fairly Oddparents.
Chapter 6
Timmy stormed up to his room and slammed the door, he was not looking forward to keeping an eye on Vicky, and with the rumors recently dispelled she would kill him if she caught him following her, or at least injure him.
"Timmy!" His mother called after him but he didn't answer.
"Oh, dear, it seems I said something wrong," Vicky managed to look quite hurt, when she was in fact very amused.
"You broke his heart!" Mr. Turner would have elaborated, but he decided it was best to remain silent before his wife 'accidentally' spilled the hot coffee all over him to match her burning glare.
"It's not your fault Vicky, Timmy is just at a sensitive age, wanting to rush into adulthood; I'm sorry he acted that way." Mrs. Turner apologized.
"No, it's alright; I should have been more considerate. I'm not going to be in the city for long and I have work tomorrow; I really don't want to part with Timmy on a bad note, so is it alright if I go talk to him?" Vicky asked with concern.
"Of course!" Mrs. Turner replied. "I trust you completely; I don't know what came over me believing those silly rumors yesterday."
"Thanks, I'm glad I didn't lose your trust over this, and I'm very sorry the press had to drag a dear friend into it," Vicky departed on a short journey up the stair of the Turner residence and to Timmy' room.
"Go away," Timmy muttered, his voice muffled by the pillow against his face and he lay in bed on his stomach. He was hoping he could fall asleep and that everything would magically be solved by the time he woke up. But he knew that not even a wish could fix this, where fairy magic failed to have its proper effect on Vicky. Though if she had apparently disregarded what she saw, Timmy didn't know why he couldn't just leave her alone. Maybe Jorgen just hated him.
"Dear Timmy, won't you talk to me?" Vicky continued the charade a little longer. "I'm so sorry I called you a baby, that was so silly of me," and she sounded much nicer than she needed to sound, if only to annoy him a little more. "Silly me, I should go to the eye doctor sometime, it's so obvious you've grown up."
"Go away," Timmy repeated, lifting his hand to wave her out of the room. But alas, he did not realize that Vicky was no longer standing at the door. She was in fact leaning over him, hand outstretched as if she was about to reach over and pull his hair; and when Timmy raised his hand it reached Vicky's chest. He immediately pulled his hand back as if it had been burned and backed into a corner of the room seeing the venom in Vicky's eyes.
"You perverted little twerp," she muttered under her breath, loud enough to sound quite threatening, but not loud enough to be heard by Timmy's parents downstairs. The pink and green eyes goldfish watched helplessly from their fishbowl, fearing for Timmy.
"I didn't mean to!" Timmy looked for any escape routs but found none; he knew there was no way he could make it past Vicky to door or window. His parents were downstairs but calling for help would negate the entire purpose of showing his offense at being called a baby. Besides, Timmy knew that Vicky would get away with getting him into trouble. For a moment, Timmy was a scared ten year old boy again instead of the eighteen year old who now stood several inches taller than his ex-babysitter. "Damn it Vicky, why do you have to keep making my life so miserable?" Timmy let himself slide down to the floor ready to take whatever punishment Vicky was about to unleash, as he had always done.
"You're pathetic," the words were not new to Timmy, but the anger that accompanied them in the past was replaced with disgust and that bothered him more than he cared to admit.
That was it, Timmy had been under a lot of pressure and that was all he could take. He got up and pushed Vicky away. She didn't give him a second to enjoy his recently gained space, before shoving him back. Timmy stepped around Vicky and pushed her to the corner, perhaps a little too hard. She yelped in apparent pain and scratch the hand he had gripping her right shoulder with her perfectly manicured nails. Timmy knew he had sealed his fate. "Vicky, I'm sorry I was just angry," then he caught himself, "actually, you deserved that."
"Timmy Turner!" Both his mother and father stood at the door positively fuming. Timmy knew right away that they must have only seen the last part, the part where he shoved Vicky against a wall with apparently no provocation.
Vicky made her best painful expression as if trying to convey her nonexistent physical and emotional hurt into it. Someone needed to hand that woman an oscar for best actress, Timmy bitter thought. "It's not what it looks like!" He thought he would never hear the end of that speech.
It was agreed that during Vicky's stay, Timmy would try to make this up to her, which basically put him in the position of personal slave, just like the old days. At least he wouldn't need to find an excuse to follow her to accomplish the mission assigned to him by Jorgen, and he wouldn't need to hide; but this was worse.
Timmy should have known that Vicky wouldn't care about being seen around him, the press had recently experienced what she could do and no one would dare try to bring up that sandal again, they knew Vicky could strike back.
Timmy left the house along with Vicky in her car. Cosmo and Wanda followed him in secret but couldn't talk to him because of Vicky. The last thing they needed was to remind her of the existence of fairies when they were hoping that she continued to disregard that memory until she was not worth keeping under surveillance anymore.
"Nothing's changed, has it?" Timmy voiced bitterly, "you're still evil and I'm still..."
"Pathetic?" Vicky offered. "Never forget, some things just don't change."
Timmy did not reply but deep down he agreed with her and he was going to change that. He didn't know how but he would get Vicky to give him some well deserved respect.
To be Continued
Disclaimer, I don't own Fairly Oddparents.
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