New Year - Chapter 1.

Author's Note: I don't own this show or any of the characters therein. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

Timmy was suddenly awakened by his alarm clock. He rolled over on his bed, putting the sheets over his head to keep the sunlight out. He slowly sat up, realizing it was his first day of high school.

"Morning, Cosmo and Wanda."

Wanda came out of the fishbowl, Cosmo following soon after. "Good morning sport, ready for your first day of high school?"

Timmy yawned deeply, lack of sleep evident in his expression. "What time is it?"

Cosmo pointed at the clock on the nightstand. "Late enough for you to miss the bus!"

"In that case, I wish I was ready for school!" Timmy exclaimed.

With a swish and a flick of their wands, Cosmo and Wanda quickly granting the wish.

"There you go sport, you're all ready for school," Wanda said.

"Thanks Cosmo and Wanda, have fun!" Timmy yelled, heading downstairs.

Timmy admired his outfit, wearing his trademark pink cap, pink hood and blue jeans. He had no clue what was fashionable this year, and he didn't care enough to find out, settling for his usual attire. After all, fashion has always changed quickly, especially in high school.

Timmy, opting to skip breakfast, grabbed his backpack and left the house in a hurry. Trying not to miss the bus, he quickly made his way to the bus stop. As he waited for the bus to arrive, he reminisced about all the things he'd done over summer vacation. He got on the bus, everyone mingling and gossiping as usual.

One thing was for sure though, Trixie had not changed a bit over the summer, looking beautiful as ever. Timmy quickly retreated to an empty seat, realizing he was staring. As the bus began to leave, Timmy heard someone shouting in the distance.

"Wait for me!"

Tootie was rudely awoken by her digital alarm, nearly falling off the edge of her bed. Irritated that her dream was abruptly put to an end, she frowned. She stretched, getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom to freshen up. She took a quick shower, brushed her hair, opting to let her hair down instead of putting it into a ponytail.

She went back into her room, putting on an outfit she had set out the previous day. She put the gray and black outfit on accompanied by a pair of pink sneakers. Satisfied with her choice of clothing, she went downstairs to eat breakfast with Vicky.

Vicky came to the table carrying several plates of food. "Good morning."

"Good morning Vicky," Tootie said.

"Excited for your first day of high school?" Vicky asked.

"I guess I'm a little nervous, I don't really know what to expect," Tootie replied.

"You'll be fine Tootie, just trust your instincts and don't let peer pressure get the better of you. It worked for me when I was in high school."

"Thanks Vicky, I'll keep it in mind."

Once they finished eating, Tootie excused herself from the table, grabbing her backpack and leaving for the bus stop. Looking at her digital watch, she soon realized she was going to miss the bus if she didn't hurry up. As she approached the bus stop, she saw the bus was departing. She called out, hoping the bus would stop.

"Wait for me!"

Timmy was anxious to see who was getting on the bus. He saw the girl, realizing he'd never met her before. She seemed familiar, but he still couldn't quite place who she was. She took a seat next to Timmy.

Timmy chatted with the unknown girl. "Hi, have we met before? You seem oddly familiar."

"I don't think so, but maybe you've seen me around town?" she asked.

"I think I have, what's your name?"

Tootie decided to play along with what she thought was a prank. "My name's Amy, I'm new in town."

"Welcome to Dimmsdale, my name's Timmy Turner," he said.

"It's nice to meet you Timmy, I'm sure we'll be good friends," she said, shaking his hand.

They continued conversing until the bus dropped them off at school.

Chester waved his arms wildly, signaling where Timmy to come over. "Timmy, Tootie, over here!"

Timmy looked around, confused. "Tootie? Where?"

"Surprise! What do you think of my outfit?" Tootie asked.

Timmy just looked at her in awe, feeling dense for not recognizing her earlier.

"You look amaz- I mean, you look great Tootie! What did you do with your hair? You look really cute!"

She blushed, embarrassed by his compliment. "Do you really think so?"

"You really think I would joke around about that?" he asked.

She beamed at his sincerity. "I guess you wouldn't, thanks for the compliment."

For a moment, Timmy was confused that such words would come out of his mouth, and he chalked it up to teenage hormones. Over the summer his friendship with Tootie had certainly gained strength, but openly complimenting her felt strange.

Timmy attempted to steer the conversation in another direction. "So who do you guys have for homeroom?"

Tootie scanned through her schedule. "Mr. Crocker is my home room instructor."

"I have him too!" AJ exclaimed.

"Yeah, same here!" Chester added.

It turned out that the school board had voted to hire Mr. Crocker back despite his state sponsored trip to the asylum. Perhaps he'd learned to cope with his strange obsession with fairies and other mythos. As the bell rang, they were soon to find out how Mr. Crocker had changed over the past year. Timmy and his friends made their way into class, making sure to find seats near each other.

Class progressed normally enough, Mr. Crocker listing attendance for all students. Surprisingly, his assignments were much easier than before. After finishing the assignment, there wasn't much to do besides stare at the walls. Strangely enough, Timmy missed the old Mr. Crocker. With him in charge there was either a staggering amount of assignments to do, or some crazy scheme to stop.

After a while the bell rang, signaling the end of class and the start of the lunch period. Timmy quickly headed to his locker to put his math textbooks away. As he walked the halls on his way to the cafeteria, he noticed that high school wasn't as hectic as television depicted it to be. No hordes of people roaming the halls and no clique of popular kids were anywhere to be found.

"I guess embellishment makes for good programming," he thought.

The chatter and gossip in the cafeteria was nearly deafening, everyone conversing with their friends.

Timmy paid for his lunch and went to sit with his friends. He discussed recent game releases with Chester and AJ. After a while he decided to talk to Tootie, not wanting to exclude her from the conversation.

Timmy lightly nudged her, teasingly. "What's with the new look? Is there a certain someone you're trying to impress?

"Maybe, do you think he'll notice?" she asked.

"If he's seen you, I'm sure he's already taken notice," Timmy said, "So how was summer vacation?"

"Well, I did go to the beach for a weekend with Vicky and a couple of her friends."

"How was that?" he asked.

"Not too bad, her friends are pretty cool actually."

"So what did you do over summer vacation?" she asked.

"Funnily enough, I didn't actually have much of a vacation, I just hung out with Chester and A.J for the most part," he said.

"Sounds like something you'd do alright," she grinned.

Tootie and Timmy chatted back and forth for the remainder of the lunch period. Afterwards, they both began making their way to gym class. Once there, Timmy decided he'd play some basketball, while Tootie preferred to stay in the bleachers, writing in her diary.

Anybody could tell that Timmy had played his fair share of basketball over the summer, even to the point where he keep up with A.J, who played frequently. He could run faster and score baskets from a longer distance than ever before. After a while, the boys were tuckered out from playing basketball, so they headed towards the bleachers to cool off, Timmy opting to take a seat next to Tootie.

"Hey, do you mind if I see your schedule for a second?"

She fished the schedule out of her backpack and handed it to him. "Sure, here you go."

"Thanks. Wow, it's almost eerie how similar our schedules are, you have almost every class with me," he said, "On the bright side, I do have a great lab partner this year."

"I'm sure I'm not as good at science as you make me out to be," she said, blushing.

"Nonsense, you're the reason I passed last year, a compliment is the very least I owe you."

Their conversation interrupted by the bell, Timmy walked the halls with Tootie, deciding to continue the conversation another time. Admittedly, he was looking forward to working with someone who was both smart and determined, as biology was not one of his strong points. The class went by smoothly and with Tootie's help, they finished the assignment before anyone else. Even the teacher was quite impressed at their feat.

After a while, the class ended and everyone scattered off to their final class of the day.

English was Timmy's final class of the day, and his strongest subject to boot. This was the only class he didn't share with his group of friends. He scanned the room and spotted Trixie Tang, the only familiar face in the classroom. The project assigned was to write a ten-thousand word essay on the importance of drafting and editing in modern literature, quite a tough assignment to start off the school year.

Timmy pointed at the empty desk next to Trixie. "Hey, mind if join you?"

"Sure, I don't have a partner yet, want to group up?" she asked.

"Definitely, let's get down to work."

As they worked on the table of contents for the essay, the conversation took a turn for the stranger.

"So word's been going around that you've been spending a little too much time with Tootie. Don't tell me Turner has a little crush on her now?" she inquired.

"Trixie, I'm sure you know that we're just friends and she would probably prefer we stayed that way," he said.

"How can you be so sure she doesn't still have a crush on you?"

"She did tell me that she's been trying to impress someone, who in all likelihood, is probably not me," he shrugged.

"Not to offend, but I really doubt Tootie would stop pining after her crush of what... Nearly five years now?"

"I'm a little curious as to why you care so much, personally," he said, "Don't tell me the great Trixie Tang has a crush on me now?"

Embarrassed by his sudden confrontation, she crossed her arms and turned around. "I-it doesn't, I'm just trying to be nice to you for once."

"I appreciate the gesture but if I must say, you do look pretty cute when you blush like you are now," he smiled.

"Thanks, but in all seriousness, we should probably get back to work."

"Sure thing."

They continued working for remainder of the class period, occasionally taking breaks.

"Hey Trixie, do you want me to take the assignment home? I can do a little work on it tonight and bring it back first thing tomorrow."

"Go ahead and by the way, thanks for helping me out today, I really appreciate it," she said.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow then Trixie."

"Oh and Timmy, one more thing, is there any way you could come to my house over the weekend? Maybe we could get the project out of the way before the deadline."

"Sure, we can talk about it tomorrow. Can you give me your phone number so I can reach you?""

They quickly exchanged phone numbers and went off their separate ways. As Timmy walked off school grounds, he saw Tootie approaching him.

She walked up next to him, accompanying him home. "Hey Timmy, how were your classes?"

"Can't complain, English went pretty great, but I don't really know anyone in the class."

"What about you, how was world history?"

"Good, but I'm a little disappointed you didn't take it this year," she pouted.

"Eh, any kind of history doesn't really suit me, English has always been my strongest point," he said.

"Something tells me that you just wanted the easy course credit. Am I right?" she asked.

"I guess, but there's nothing wrong with that," he said, "Now is there?"

"Not really, but not having you around in History makes it a boring class," she said.

They continued walking for a while, Timmy abruptly stopping to ask a question.

"Hey Tootie, I've got a serious question for you."

Tootie stopped to face him. "Sure, what is it?"

"Do you think I'm the only one who feels like high school isn't all I expected it to be?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"High school isn't as exciting or hectic as I thought it'd would be, you know? I just feel a little let down," he said.

"Timmy, I think you've been watching too much TV, high school isn't all about having wild parties and messing around," she giggled.

"Hey! There's nothing wrong with slacking off every now and then," he asserted.

"Yeah, but you shouldn't expect to do it all the time. The whole point of going to school is to learn and then put that into practice," she said.

"I suppose you are right. Do you mind if I walk you home? he asked.

"I guess, but I'd hate to impose," she said.

"Don't worry about it Tootie, it's on the way to my house anyways, no big deal."

Once reaching the house, Timmy said his goodbyes, interrupted by Tootie giving him a quick peck on the cheek. Before he even had time to react, she ran into the house in glee.

"Hmm, I guess Trixie wasn't too far from the truth," he thought.

Frankly, Timmy wasn't expecting her to be so forward about it. His biggest worry right now was Vicky catching wind of the situation. While she certainly a lot more level-headed, she'd be a little more than irritated if she found out. The situation certainly wasn't bad, but it was certainly confusing.

Timmy soon arrived at his house, trudging up the stairs to his bedroom. He began working on the essay, working through the easiest parts, such as the introduction. The thoughts flooding his mind made it quite difficult to work on the essay. Nonetheless, he persevered and continued working on the essay, completing a few pages before taking a short break.

Timmy decided to lay on his bed for a while, resting. Tired as he was, he slept through to the next day.