Author's Note: Timmy Meets Lexi was getting me nowhere, but I still love the plot, and can't really start anything else FOP related until I finish it, so I started a new version. Yes, I'm keeping the other version up just for kicks, because the reviews are nice and I'd like to keep it for comparison. But you can just discard that version and dig right in here – to my new story, When Timmy Met Lexi – featuring only two of my own OCs: Lexi and Diamond! I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Fairly Oddparents belongs to Butch Hartman, the lucky man that he is. I only own Lexi and Diamond, and the plot for this story, of course. Steal any of these and I will hunt you down.

Chapter 1

He was going to be in so much trouble.

So. Much. Trouble.

But he couldn't help that he was late. It had taken him quite some time to figure out how to slide down the flagpole without ripping his underwear. That is, until he remembered that he had fairy godparents.

And he hadn't gotten his failed math test signed by his parents, either. Apparently using his fairies to sign it counted as cheating, and therefor was against Da Rules. So Timmy was late, and about to land himself in detention.

Rounding the corner and nearly slamming into the wall, Timmy chose the wrong time to glance behind him for any sign of Francis, and crashed right into something. Or, that is to say, someone. And, judging by the force in which his back connected with the ground, someone strong.

"Sorry dude-" he began, but stopped short when he looked up to see that the person on the ground in front of him was most certainly not a "dude."

There sat possibly the prettiest girl that Timmy had ever laid eyes on (not counting, of course, Trixie Tang). This girl had waist length blonde hair and large, beautiful blue eyes that Timmy couldn't help but gaze into with a sort of dazed expression. She wore a dark purple t-shirt, black pants, and a pink and blue hair clip. A silver bracelet gleamed on her left wrist.

He jumped to his feet and held out his hand to help her up. Though she obviously didn't need his assistance, she took his hand anyways with a grateful smile. Then she spoke, and he felt his heart leap into his throat. "That's okay," she said with a little laugh. "I wasn't looking where I was going, either."

"Oh. Okay." Smooth. Real smooth. Timmy offered a her a large, bucktoothed smile and asked her, "Are you new here?"

At first, she didn't appear to have heard him. She was too busy scrambling to pick up a light blue bag that she had dropped when they had collided. But then, straightening up with the bag clutched in her hands, she replied, "How'd you tell? The schedule I'll be using all day?" She waved a small piece of paper in the air. "Or maybe that I just totally slammed into someone and he's being nice enough to not shove me into a locker?"

Timmy couldn't help but laugh, and she joined in. "I couldn't do that even if I wanted to. Which I don't!" he added hastily. "I've just never seen you before."

"Well, I'd hope not. California's a long way from New York City."

"You lived in New York?"

"Yeah."

"Hey…" Timmy trailed off, realizing that he had never learned this girl's name. "I'm Timmy. Timmy Turner." What would someone cool and sophisticated say at a time like this? He wracked his brain, and his eyes fell on the schedule in her hand. "Do you need help getting to homeroom?" Okay, okay, not bad, Turner.

"Sure." She sounded thoroughly relieved. "I've been wandering around since the bell rang, but I can't find it anywhere. My name's Lexi Sanders, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Lexi," Timmy replied. "So who's your homeroom teacher?"

"Someone named…Mr. Crocker," she told him. "I hope he's nice…at my old school, my teachers all had eyes in the back of their heads and radar vision. Seriously, they could tell if you even thought something inappropriate."

He raised his eyebrows. "Crocker's my homeroom teacher, too."

"Is he nice?"

"Not exactly. More like crazy."

She looked concerned. "What do you mean?"

"You'll see."

They had arrived at the door then, and, taking a deep breath, Timmy clicked open the door and stepped through, Lexi following close behind. Mr. Crocker was in the process of explaining how "for fairies, 1+1 can equal fish!" and didn't look pleased to find that Timmy Turner was going to be in school that day.

"Mr. Turner," he growled, dropping the chalk on the ground (where it snapped in half), and stalking over, looking much like some sort of demented praying mantis. "You're late." His face twisted into a horrible smile. "That's detention for a week. And do you have that failed test signed?"

He glared right back at Crocker. "No."

"Hmm. I would've thought your FAIRY GODPARENTS-" He paused as his body twisted and turned until he cracked his head on the ceiling. Lexi's eyes widened from where she peered out, unnoticed, from the doorway. "-would've gotten it for you," Crocker continued. He looked positively overjoyed. "That's another week's detention, starting after school today. Bring a garbage bag. Now sit down!"

Timmy stomped over to his seat, and Crocker focused his attention on the new girl. "Class, we have a new student. She can…introduce herself."

He gestured for Lexi to come into the classroom, and she stood in front of the other students, hands clasped behind her back. "Hi everyone. I'm Lexi Sanders, and, um, I moved here from New York. Uh, I live with my mom, and I guess that's it…"

"Does anyone have any stupid questions or comments for Lizzie?" Crocker asked carelessly, not looking up from a new fairy hunting contraption on his desk.

Before she could even open her mouth to correct him, a boy sitting somewhere in the back of the room called out, "I call dibs!" The class roared with laughter, and Lexi rolled her eyes, not turning red in the slightest. She turned to Mr. Crocker. "Can I sit down now, please?"

"Yes." He didn't look happy to be interrupted from his work, and he waved vaguely towards the middle of the classroom. "Chose an empty seat anywhere. I don't care."

Timmy shot a glance at the empty desk next to him. Would she sit there? Probably not, he decided, for he sat in the very front row. Besides, a girl with short, curly brown hair was already waving Lexi over towards the seat in front of her, all the way in the back of the room.

But to everyone's surprise, the new girl turned and plopped down next to Timmy without hesitation. "Lucky I know someone already," she muttered to him, and he felt his entire face light up happily.

oOo

Lunchtime couldn't have come soon enough.

Right when the bell rang, the room was empty. Students bolted for their lockers and ran to get good seats and places in line. Lexi stood, stunned, by her desk, the only one in the room. "What happened?"

Sensing they were alone, she tossed her light blue book bag on her desk. In a swirl of colored dust, a small creature appeared where the bag had been. She had wavy, light blue hair and eyes to match, and she wore a pink sweater and silver pants. Two small, bug-like wings on her back were keeping her afloat, a yellow crown floated a few inches above her head, and she held a black stick with a yellow star attached to one end.

"What's up, kiddo?"

"Diamond." Lexie looked worried as she addressed her fairy godmother. "I have no idea where the cafeteria is."

"Well…" Diamond answered, hesitating, "maybe you could…"

"Quick, someone's coming! Hide!" In a poof of fairy dust, the blue bag had reappeared…with a face.

oOo

Okay, so maybe Timmy should've remembered the new girl before he took off for lunch. But they were serving pizza, and if he didn't hurry, all the bigger slices would be gone…

"Timmy, you're not really thinking of leaving that poor girl alone on her first day, are you?" a pink pencil in his hand scolded.

He grimaced. "Well…"

"But Timmy, pizza!" the green pencil protested, and a smaller, purple eraser cheered in agreement.

Timmy was confused. "I guess…"

"Timmy! You can't leave Lexi to find her way!"

He sighed in defeat. "You're right, Wanda. I'll help her." And shooting one last, wistful glance at the cafeteria, he turned and headed back to the classroom.

Just as he was about to enter, however, he heard a familiar girl's voice whisper-yell from inside, "Quick, someone's coming! Hide!" Who was she talking to? Stepping in, the only person he saw was Lexi, standing just where she had been when he had left. Her blue bag sat on her desk, and her expression was pure guilt.

"Who were you talking to?" he asked, looking around for the sign of someone – or anyone – else. It was just the two of them.

"No one," she said hastily, snatching her bag and clutching it to her chest. "Finally remembered me, I see."

Now he was the one with the guilty expression. "Yeah. Sorry about that, by the way. I didn't mean to forget you. It's just…pizza, and…" Okay, that was bad excuse if he'd ever heard one.

But Lexi grinned. "Say no more. It all makes sense now. But let me ask you something: Is the food at this school actually edible?"

Timmy grimaced, picturing the usual gray slop that was served almost every day. "Not really, no. But every other Monday, the school orders out for pizza, usually from "The Pizza Shack." It's the only lunch that can be eaten without awful side effects."

"Note to self," Lexi muttered, still smiling slyly at him, "remember to pack tomorrow. And the day after that, and the day after that."

"Good call," he said, returning the smile. "Come on, let's hurry. I want to get a good place in line before all the pizza's gone."

Well, they just made it. Timmy stood in front of Lexi in the lunch line, and by the time he got to the front, there was only one piece of pizza left. Lexi's face visibly fell as the cheesy, saucy treat was dumped carelessly onto Timmy's tray, and a large bowl of gray slop was offered to her.

Timmy scowled down at his pizza. He was going to have to do the right thing here, wasn't he? One look down at the expression of the pink pencil tucked into his front pocket and he knew what the answer was.

"Lexi." He didn't realize that his mouth was open and words were coming out until he heard them for himself. "Here." And, with one last wistful look, dumped his pizza onto her previously empty tray. "Take it."

Stunned, she watched in silence as the horrible looking globs of gray…something was slopped onto Timmy's plate. Together, the pair made their way through the cafeteria, with Lexi following close behind Timmy. At one point, a table filled with jocks began whistling and cheering at her, and she glowered so fiercely at them that they stopped short. "Idiots," she muttered under her breath.

Timmy grinned back at her. He liked this girl already. "Yeah, I know, they're annoying. Don't pay attention to them, though."

Finally, they reached the table right next to the garbage can. Two boys were seated there. One had dirty blonde hair and braces, and the other was bald and African-American.

Upon spotting his friend, the blonde haired boy grinned, his braces reflecting the light, and waved something red through the air. "I got it, dude!"

"Awesome!" Timmy answered, sitting down across from them and gesturing for Lexi to sit next to him. "Guys, this is Lexi. She's new."

"Hey," she said with a raise of her hand in greeting. "What's up?"

Both boys stared across the table at her for a full thirty seconds. Then the blond haired boy opened his mouth…and screamed. "GIRL!" Without hesitation, he bolted from the table, leaving his lunch behind.

"Y-yeah Timmy, I better be going, I have to…" The other boy didn't finish that sentence as he raced after his friend.

"Did – did I do something…?" Lexi asked, biting into her pizza.

Timmy shook his head at once, helping himself to A.J.'s untouched pizza. "No. They just react that way to all girls. Don't worry about it."

"Okay. That's good, I guess." Finishing her lunch and opening her milk, Lexi reached over and picked up the red item that Chester had been waving around. "What's this?" She flipped through it and gaped. "No way."

"What?" he asked in surprise.

"This is not the limited edition Crimson Chin comic number three hundred eighty one, with sick awesome graphics and an alternate ending." Her entire face lit up.

"Yeah, it is." He took it from her and opened it up, flipping through it himself. "Chester – he's the one with the braces – got it from his uncle. He's letting me borrow it for a few days."

"I have to read this." Lexi gently wrenched it out of his grip and, food temporarily forgotten, opened it to the first page and was soon absorbed within.

Timmy coughed pointedly, and she looked up apologetically. "Sorry."

"You like comics?" he asked, shocked beyond belief.

"No, Timmy," she replied sarcastically, "I'm just reading this comic book because I absolutely hate everything about it. That's it."

He frowned. Her sarcasm was noted in the list of negative things about her. That list was very short, at least compared to the positives that he had locked into his mind. "Sorry, I didn't mean, it's just you're a girl, so I thought that…"

"That I don't like comics?" she guessed, and he nodded guiltily. "Then it's true that you've never met me before." Suddenly, her light blue bag (which was placed on the table beside her lunch tray) seemed to push hard into her arm, for she jumped and glared fiercely at it. "Ow. That hurt."

Puzzled at her tone, Timmy raised an eyebrow and forced a bite of gray slop down his throat just as the bell rang. Just as he was getting up to walk to his next class, the bright red cover of the comic caught his eye, and, with only a slight hesitation, he pushed it towards her. "Here, you can take it home tonight if you want."

She slung her bag over her shoulder, staring at him. "Are you sure? That kid – Chester, right? – lent it to you, not me."

"Take it." He shoved it into her hands. "Just read it tonight and give it back tomorrow. It's fine."

"Thanks!" She beamed, stuffing the comic carefully into her bag and giving him a one armed hug. Pausing, she turned back to him. "You know, you're really awesome."