Tim-Tim's grown.

Gary smirked a cool smile that would freeze the sun, but Timmy didn't seem to fall for it. He still smiled though. Timmy was right in front of him. The real one, he could tell from the way his eyes sparkled with adventure.

Even if he had more curves and his teeth now fit his face just fine. He was still the one who created him.

The one that locked you away.

He reminded himself before focusing back on a confused sixteen year-old.

He's cute when he's confused…

"What are you doing here Gary? Aren't you supposed to be at the Bermuda Triangle?" The godkid asked, his skateboard now in his hand.

"I was but it got uncool so I came to play with my old friend Tim-Tim." He said. Timmy blinked then cocked an eyebrow.

"Why should I trust you?" He asked, making a good point. Gary had tried to destroy him! Heck he even went as far as to kidnap everyone he knew and love. Why would he want to be friends all of a sudden?

"You don't have to. Doesn't mean we can't hang out like old times. Minus the times I tried to destroy you." The Imaginary friend said in his usual calm cool voice. On the inside he was scared.

Your pushing your incredibly cool luck!

He thought. Timmy shrugged. "Fine I guess but no funny business! You try anything and I won't think twice to send you back to the Island." Timmy hopped back on his skateboard and took the plunge.

"Cool." Gary smiled, watching as Timmy rode, then remembering he had his own skateboard hidden in a nearby bush. He left to go get it.

Timmy was far to busy enjoying the adrenaline rush wash over him to see the other skateboarder gaining on him. But as Gary passed him, sticking his tongue out childishly to taunt the teen he began to race against him.

They were both great skateboarders. Maybe do to the fact Gary was a part of Timmy; they didn't know. But one thing was for sure. They were having fun. Gary did three flips easily but to top him Timmy did four and spun the board in the nick of time.

The two were so focused on the other they didn't notice the crowd they were attracting. Nor Wanda's nagging.

"Come on Gary! Let me see you beat this!" Timmy chanted and to everyone's astonishment, he did a trick known as a Japan air. As he was in the air he grabbed the edge of his board and twisted his body so his chest was away from the board, the board was pulled behind him and he waved his free hand.

Gary didn't feel impressed; he saw the pained look on the boys face and knew something was wrong because the boy wasn't pulling his board back.

Without thinking Gary rode quickly flying into the air and catching Timmy. The godkid's board fell to the ground.

"What did you do to him?!" Wanda demanded. Gary glared at the pink wristband.

"Nothing! He must have pulled something doing that trick! I wish we were in his room." They had to grant his wish. He was a part of Timmy and as such they would do as he wished.

So the two god-parents poofed them to Timmy's bedroom. Poof glared at Gary but didn't say anything as the Imaginary Friend put the laboring for breath Timmy on the bed.

"I wish he was ok!" Gary may be a part of Timmy doesn't mean he's as dumb. The three raised their wands and poofed Timmy unconscious.

"He should be ok in a few hours after he sleeps the magic off." Poof said glare easing a bit. It was obvious the Imaginary friend was worried over their godkid's condition.

"I hope your right. Where are his parents?" He asked.

"Work. They won't be back till later." Wanda herself was surprised by the teen's worry. He had even dropped the cool guy act for a few moments. Gary frowned at that but nodded instead quickly leaving the room and coming back with a chair and sat down next to Timmy's bedside.

For some reason this reminded her of her sister Blonda's TV show. The part where the girl's true love sits by her bedside in her time of need….

"I h-ave to uhh…go." She pulled out her wand and poofed away.

Timmy grumbled something that sounded close to Nag..Nag…Nag..