Since I've been getting favorable reviews of my TimmyxTootie FOP stories, I've decided to start another one. The ususal disclaimer: I don't own FOP, but I'd like to think that maybe I did have one watching over me during my childhood...

Additional: The picture seen at http// www . deviantart . com / deviation / 21320929 / influenced this story.

It was a typical summer's day in the California city of Dimmsdale. However, the day seemed gloomy over one small figure walking down town. The figure was that of Tootie Flannigan, a small ten-year old girl who wore oversized glasses, old-style braces on her teeth, clothes that looked like she went to Catholic School (which she didn't), and wearing her hair in two ponytails.

Tootie was walking dejectedly to the mall. Normally, going to the mall was a pleasent thing for her to do. Firstly, it got her away from Vicky, and secondly it was a chance to see Timmy Turner, as he usually frequented the mall with his friends A.J. and Chester.

However, today was sad for her because she realized that her love for Timmy would be truly unrequited. Tootie had always thought that there was hope after Timmy had shown her kindness on a couple of occasions. That Valentine's Day where Timmy had given her his cardboard heart, and the time when Timmy gave her a Crimson Chin doll. All that had come to a crashing halt earlier today.

Tootie had been out walking when she noticed that out in the street was what looked like a school note book. She went out and picked it up (after making sure that no cars were coming). Getting back onto the sidewalk, she saw that the notebook bore Timmy's name on the back.

"Neat", she said to herself, "any excuse to see Timmy!". With that, she went over to the Turner Residence.

"Hello, Tootie", Mrs. Turner said from out in the front yard, "I'm afraid that Timmy is out with his friends".

"Oh", Tootie replied, "I just wanted to give this to him. I found it out of the street", she finished, holding up the note book.

"Timmy's been looking for that book the last couple of days", Mrs. Turner said happily, "as I'm a bit busy bere, why don't you go up to his room and put it on his bed? I'll let him know you dropped it off".

Tootie nodded, smiling at the chance to see Timmy's room. However, that smile was erased after Tootie put the note book on Timmy's bed. Glancing over to his desk, she saw something that really made her heart cold.

A framed photograph of Trixie Tang was sitting on the right side of Timmy's desktop P.C., with several burnt-out candles around the photograph. Tootie walked over to the picture and picked it up, looking at the image of Trixie intently.

"Oh, Timmy", Tootie sobbed as she put the photograph down. Tootie knew that Timmy liked being in Trixie's presence, but seeing the picture and candles showed that Timmy was in love with Trixie (after all, Tootie had a framed picture of Timmy in her room with similar candles). Despite the numerous times that Tootie knew about regarding Trixie blowing-off Timmy, Timmy was still deeply in love with that girl.

Trixie was in the 'popular clique' in school. Being very beautiful and wearing the latest fashions, a lot of people in Dimmsdale Elementary wanted to be around her. Trixie liked the adolation, but she blew off passes like a hurricane blowing off roof tiles.

Tootie numbly walked out of the house, not even acknowledging Mrs. Turner's wave. As Tootie knew that Timmy's love for Trixie would be unrequited, thus her love for Timmy would be the same. She started walking back to her house, but as her room was set up as a 'love shrine' of sorts for Timmy, she decided to go somewhere else for a while - anywhere not to be reminded of Timmy Turner. The mall was more-or-less an automatic fall-back.

At the mall, Tootie just wandered around the concourses, looking at the various window displays in the various stores. She wanted to take her mind off her unpleasent discovery, but window-shopping was not working. She wondered how people like Veronica could shop their cares away. Despite Vicky extorting money out of her, Tootie always managed to have some cash from her allowance salted away, so she could shop, but it all seemed so pointless now...

Tootie blinked. She found herself in front of the comic book shop. Tootie knew that this shop was one of Timmy's favorite haunts. That made her decide to finally have it out with Timmy. She would go and tell him that she was through with him, but also that Trixie would never accept him. She walked in to see if Timmy was there. However, she didn't bank on getting knocked into by a customer - a tall individual wearing a ballcap, covering most facial features.

Tootie started, which caused the other person to fall back. Tootie was first concerned that that person was hurt, but her expression widened when she saw who it was who had fallen down.

The hat had fallen away, and laying there in front of Tootie - wearing slacks and a long-sleeved shirt - was none other than Trixe Tang!

"Tang!" Tootie hissed. This was the person who stole the heart of the one she loved!

"Tootie Flannigan?" Trixie replied, quickly grabbing her ballcap and hastilly bunching up her hair.

"You here to rub it in?" Tootie snarled.

"What?" Trixie said, looking mystified.

"I love Timmy, and he doesn't even notice me! But he has pictures of you!", Tootie replied, sobbing.

"Uh, Tootie", Trixie said, "lets leave this shop and talk about this, okay?"

"Why?" Tootie asked harshly, "because you don't want people to see you here in a comic book store?"

"Well, yes", Trixie quietly replied. Tootie was pulled up short. Trixie sounded honest. More to the point, she looked honest.

"I'm asking you as a favor not to mention to anyone that I was here", Trixie pleaded, "my friends would think I was weird and my parents would make my life hell".

"Considering that you have taken the affections of the boy I love, why should I?" Tootie acidly asked, "and should you decide to threaten me, well... since my sister Vicky regularly beats me up, your bodyguard can't do much else to me!".

Trixie looked at Tootie with concern in her eyes. True, on the school bus, she treated this person like an empty bus seat, but here, in this shop, it was different.

"Lets go to the food court and talk, okay?" Trixie suggested, "I think we have a lot to tell each other".

Tootie thought about this, then curtly nodded.

"Thank you. Please forgive me for maintaining this disguise, but I have to keep up appearances, after all", Trixie added.

Tootie briefly looked askance at Trixie at that last comment, but decided that it was probably better to hear her out. Tootie followed Trixie out of the shop and over to the mall's food court.