"Timmy, your mom and I are going out for a bit. You know what that means… Babysitter."

Timmy sighed in exasperation, realizing that he have to stay with Vicky again and command him the same chores again that were supposed to be her responsibility. He's tired of all these things she's been doing to him. Sometimes he would even feel like he's being pushed to limits, making him wish in his mind to be killed rather than staying with her.

"But… Since Vicky's in a vacation…" Before his dad could even finish his sentence, Timmy jumped up in delight as if he just achieved a victory over something. That means he doesn't have to deal with Vicky's abusive traits anymore. That also means he can play as long as he wanted to. It lightened up his mood, making him think of new plans as he would be alone.

"… We decided to hire a new and temporary babysitter!" Mr. Turner continued in an excited tone. This made Timmy frown… He doesn't want a new one, and didn't even NEED a new one.

"What!? You've got to be kidding me!" He's already a 12 year old boy, and he can't believe that he's still being treated the same way when he was younger. He wanted to point this one out, but his parents will surely ignore these.

"Well I don't! Just wait for a minute and she'll-" Once again, Mr. Turner was cut off by a soft knocking at the door. He turned his back to Timmy before twisting the doorknob and opening it, revealing a teenage girl around the same age as Vicky. She lets her blonde hair fall beneath her waist. Her eyes were bright green, and she's wearing this warm and kind smile.

"Oh here she is! Timmy, this is Kate. Your temporarily babysitter." Truth to be told, Timmy admits to himself that she's indeed pretty, but not as Trixie for him.

"I hope that she's not as evil as Vicky." Wanda whispered from behind which is currently in a form of a folded umbrella. Timmy simply nodded… He does really hope she's not, but he recalled those times when Vicky was acting all innocent and nice to the point that it's already fooling his parents.

"We're leaving now, hope you two get along well!" Mr. and Mrs. Turner waved their goodbyes before completely shutting the door behind them and leaving.

Kate turned to look at Timmy, who's doing the same to her.

"Hi Timmy! I'm Kate. You wanna play?" She offered. Timmy was surprised, yet hesitant. He needs to make sure that she's not the same as Vicky.

"Oh you're kind? Now my parents have left, why don't you show off?" Timmy said in a cocky tone, crossing his arms and turning his look away, while Kate was dumbfounded.

"If you say so." Kate slowly kneeled down in front of Timmy, which made him confused. He narrowed his eyebrows at her action. What could she be possibly planning to do right now? Kate slowly took off her coat and threw it aside, then started unbuttoning her blouse. Timmy's face grew hot and reddish. He doesn't know what to do in situations like this. Without realization, he had pushed Kate in reflex and back away.

"W-w-w-w-why are you s-stripping?" He stuttered.

"You told me to show off."

"What the heck! That's not what I meant!" He bellowed, with his face still in a tint of red.

"Pfft… It's funny to see a reaction from you." Kate stated as if nothing strange have happened. She got up from where she was sitting then buttoned her shirt and walked to the nearest side, picking up her coat.

"You think that's funny!? Geez!" Timmy stomped his feet as he walked towards the staircase. He was embarrassed, frustrated, misunderstood and every other negative thing he could put in it. But his face is still showing the same dark shade of red.

"I'm sorry." Timmy stopped at his tracks, yet not taking his eyes off on his feet. He doesn't feel the need of looking back at her. His train of thoughts came crashing in his head, as if it was all chaos inside him. What if Kate's intentions aren't the same as Vicky only roots for money?

Timmy didn't respond, waiting for another word from her. His legs were starting to feel uneasy. Something in him prevents him moving, but he knows it was just all in his head.

"You know what, I babysit children because I love them. I think that every kid living is a precious gift and it's an honor for me to be the one chosen to take care of them." Her voice is sincere.

"Pardon for being shallow." She added.

After that, he could hear her steps fading away as she walked inside the kitchen. Timmy suddenly felt guilt. It's not like he wanted to make her feel bad. Out of the blue, two fairies appeared on his both sides, floating through the air and giving him a worried look, while he just stares at blank space.

"Sigh… How can I take back those words I just told her?"

"Erm, well wishing can make you feel better." Wanda suggested, making sure that this will help Timmy to feel at ease.

"You're right. But that would be stupid. I mean, apologizing isn't a big thing to be considered right?" Cosmo simply nodded, while Wanda gave him a surprised look.

"It looks like you're starting to mature already, Timmy. That's a good thing. But what's stopping you?"

"I dunno. Thinking of apologizing is making me anxious. What if she rejected me?"

"That's not the point of apologizing. What matters is that you're sincere and you did the right thing."

"Well, you're right. I'll just say sorry. Wait me here." Timmy said as he got up and head for the kitchen.

Kate was washing dishes while simply humming to herself. It makes Timmy feel guiltier about it, because she really seemed to be nice and innocent. The way she speaks to his parents, and even to him.

"Kate? I'm sorry about what I said earlier. It's just that… Vicky, whom is my first babysitter, have the opposite attitude of yours. She like hurting me and making me exhausted, and she's even fooling mom and dad that she's doing a great job. I-"

"I see. Trust issues." Before he could even finish his sentence, Kate interrupted him as she turned around to face Timmy.

"Do you want to play a game?" She asked with a wide grin on her face. Usually expressions like these are creepy enough to scare a person, but hers works perfectly just fine.

"Y-you're asking me to play a game with… You?"

"Yep. So…?"

She was actually asking him to play with her, which Vicky never did. This erased all of his doubts and jumped up and down. He suddenly felt the urge of trying to stay up all night, only playing with her.

"Yes! I have Crash Nebula on my bedroom! Do you know how to play it?"

"Well, you can teach me how." Kate replied with a reassuring smile. Timmy finally calmed down himself inside.

"Alright!"

"That was refreshing. I mean, it's been years since I've played a video game." Kate said while sitting by the end of Timmy's bed. They just finished playing and it didn't took Timmy long enough to teach her how to play it. She was actually skilled and an easy learner.

"Really? I'm glad you enjoyed it. Isn't mom and dad supposed to come home 2 hours earlier by now?"

"Uh, I dunno. But hey, you have to sleep now. You still have a school tomorrow." Kate suggested, pulling the blanket sheets over Timmy's shoulder.

"You're right! Since I've also enjoyed playing with you. Goodnight Kate."

"Goodnight Timmy."

Timmy usually hates this time of bed for him, but today it was different. He just made another friend, and it makes him feel better. After about 3 minutes, he knew that Kate was still there, which makes him uncomfortable. What else could she be doing? Watching him to his sleep?

"Kate, what are you still doing here?" He managed to speak out without opening his eyes.

"Um, isn't this a responsibility of a babysitter? To watch over the kid until he falls asleep?"

"Hmm… Is that so. But, it's still uncomfortable. I'm not used of it." He wanted to say that it was plain creepy, but that would sounded rude and he doesn't want to make her feel bad about herself again.

"You have to stay calm. I'm the one who's looking after you anyway. So what's the problem with that?" Kate said with a smile right after.

"Right…" Timmy bluntly replied. He wanted to object so badly, but he doesn't want to appear meaner than he was during their first meeting.

Timmy doesn't know how much time it took for him to just stay awake on his bed… Probably 30 minutes. Kate was still there, which is getting creepier. Timmy stuck out his head from his blanket, peeking over Kate whom is holding her phone. He sighed in relief, which means she's not just watching him after all.

"Still can't sleep?" He almost fell off his bed in surprise. How did she know that he's still awake when he just peeked over his blanket?

"Uh… Y-yea."

By surprise, Timmy quickly fidgeted to his side when he felt Kate crawled under his blanket then lay next to him.

"I can help you with that." Kate leaned in closer to him and she started playing with his hair. Timmy tensed up when he felt her pressed her body against his. This is just so uncomfortable in his case.

Kate's right leg was on top of his thighs; her chest was pressed against his shoulder and her right arm's above his chest. Timmy gulped at this awkward position. He sure has been encountering awkward situations with Kate a lot.

"W-with you tangled all around my b-body isn't going to help me sleep faster." Timmy managed to say through quick breathing. His heart was pounding so loud to his ears; he feels that it would explode soon enough. He can't even stare at Kate for a second.

"Oh I'm sorry. Maybe leaving you will be the better way." Kate stopped at her actions and put her feet away from his bed to the floor.

"D-did I-"

"No, no. You didn't do anything. Maybe I'm just… Prone of misunderstanding what people are saying. Goodnight Timmy, I'm not upset or anything. By the way, I've always thought that embracing kids to sleep is good… Never thought it would be this… Awkward for you." Kate gave Timmy a peck on his forehead as she got up then walked towards the door and opened it. A little amount of light barged in to his room, adding a single brightness through the dark which made Timmy's eyes squint.

After leaving, Kate closed the door again, the light was gone. It was all quiet and dark again inside his room.

"Something happened?" Cosmo asked, munching on a food, appearing right beside him.

"It's nothing. I'm just gonna sleep." Timmy said and didn't wait for another response from his god parents. Timmy was relieved though, that's probably enough to relax his mind.

~The next day…

"Guess what?" Mr. Turner said.

"What is it this time again?" Timmy responded in a lazy tone, playing with his bacon using a fork. Today's a bad day for him. He was bullied once again, got an F from Crocker as always, got rejected by Trixie, fell off the stairs, trip on a rock in front of everyone… Almost every possible bad thing in a daily living.

"Vicky's back! That means that you can finally have a better care." If Timmy could explode, he probably had right now. He wasn't prepared, neither up in the mood for anything.

"What the heck are you talking about? Vicky's totally different from-"

"To be honest, I'm not satisfied of that Kate's care. I once heard that there's an incident where a 10 year old boy got fractured for some reason and the reason is her."

Dread washed over Timmy like a violent crash of sea waves which sent him back to reality that there's no way Vicky will ever leave him alone, since his parents are unbelievably gullible.

"Ugh! Of course you think that way because you never get to see anything whenever she 'babysits' me." He had enough. If only his parents believe in him more… If only his parents would come to a conclusion that he's not just a stupid kid having delusions just because he doesn't want a babysitter in the first place.

Timmy stood up from the table and didn't even manage to finish his meal. Had lost appetite since Mr. Turner stated that Vicky will be back.

"Timmy!" Mrs. Turner called out but he simply ignored it and made it his way to his room.

As Timmy walked in, he remembered the ambience when he was playing with Kate. It was all good, no fear at all. He had never been relaxed in hands of a babysitter before. Timmy slowly shut the door behind him, laying his back against the door, letting his back slide down until he was sitting on the floor. He buried his face to his knees and arms, letting the time slip in while continuing to argue in his mind.

Timmy's POV

Ugh! Why do they have to be so damn idiots enough to fall for her sugar coated words? I hate it! I've had enough…

"Timmy? Are you crying?" I heard Wanda's voice beside me; I could tell that she's worried.

"No… I'm not sad, I'm upset." I stated, not bothering to look up. I want to sleep, but I'm not sleepy. I feel so exhausted, but there's something bottled up inside me that if I didn't care enough, it would explode soon.

"C'mon sport, cheer up. We're willing to do anything. Right, Cosmo?"

"Yep! I can make it rain hamsters inside your room if you wanted to!" Well, here he goes again with his goofball ideas. Before I could even speak up, I already felt small furry balls crawling on me. Sigh, typical Cosmo. If only I could tell my parents that I don't need a babysitter anymore, because there's Cosmo and Wanda .

My trance of thoughts was taken off when I felt something itchy inside my shirt. I started to jump up in reflex and started scratching on different areas.

"I wish there's no more hamsters inside my room!" I immediately blurted out as I tried shook the little furies off. Wanda flicked her wand while struggling to break free from the hamsters. The star glowed brighter and in a blink of an eye, the hamsters were gone.

"Cosmo, you idiot! Geez!" Wanda is obviously pissed off, but Cosmo just shrugged it off yet wearing a playful smile which seems to annoy Wanda more.

"So… What do you want to do now?" Wanda turned to look at me… I don't know what to say. My mind isn't functioning well and every part of my body feels numb inside.

"I wish that Kate and Vicky would switch attitudes and personalities." Wait… That doesn't sound right. But I can't think anything right now. I have no other options left in my mind.

"Just like I told you before, think before you wish." She warned, and then flicked her wand again… A spark happened, but of course it didn't change anything to me, or to my surroundings. It was only meant for the two babysitters.

Now that I did it, I wish that… It would work out good. I hope that it would be fine… I hope I didn't made a mistake with that one, single wish.