what could possibly go wrong?

“FBI open up!” he greeted as soon as the door was even cracked. “I got a genius idea, man, c’mon, we gotta go!”

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“Awesome!” TJ grinned and tossed a ball towards the guy. He was pretty excited that he probably wouldn’t have to beg people to help break the field in, after all what’s the fun if you don’t have people to enjoy the game with? “You can be on my time. You got some speed, right? Cause I’ve got a feeling you do and I’ve got kind of a sixth sense about these things.”

Timmy managed to catch the ball, but just barely, and the sound it made set off memories from probably about fourth grade. God. “Uh, I’m fast enough if I don’t trip,” he answered honestly, looking down to just...make sure his shoes were still tied. Yeah. Okay, good. “Should be good! What’re you, the arms?”

“Hey! You’re Daphne, aren’t you?” She wasn’t wearing a scarf, so points to him! “Santa time. I’m Timmy, this is for you.” The bag was...a very neon green, but that’s what happened when he asked Cosmo to hand him one. “Hope you like it.”

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Trixie wanted to laugh. She was getting advice from Timmy Turner of all people. Someone who admired the ground she walked on. She wasn’t sure if coming off as even a little less than perfect was good for her. Especially with him. “Yeah. A present.” For herself. She couldn’t even try to sound convincing. “And you’re right, Timmy. You didn’t see me. People may love Zoe Saldana, but I am not Zoe Saldana. And there is a certain image that comes with being me. I would spend the time explaining it, but I don’t have that time. I know that isn’t very nice but….I just can’t.”

Timmy shrugged and picked up a nearby comic book, an older Batman. Normally, he’d go for Marvel, but this was closer and gave him something to fiddle with. “Sure you’re not. You’re prettier,” he said honestly, flipping through a few pages just to distract himself enough to pretend he wasn’t actually talking to Trixie. Her calling him by his actual name really helped with the whole ‘this conversation is fake’ thing. “I guess if you wanna keep being fake and sad, you can, T, but I’d get tired of pretending for people who don’t like me.” It reminded him of the times he’d tried to act different, and almost lost his real friends. It was dumb. “Why would you want to be the Bruce Wayne version of you instead of the Batman?”

Vicky’s perfectly sculpted eyebrows furrowed down. “My balance would be just fine.” She took a drag off of her cigarette. She didn’t like not feeling completely powerful over him. “What’s it to you? I’m sure I could find a sugar daddy that’s into a toeless chick.”

“Not if it’s your big toe.” At least, not if he was remembering that documentary right. It was about fifty-fifty. “With that stunning personality? I doubt it.” And now that he was quickly getting used to her not being able to Vicky him into trouble, he was getting a lot faster with the insults. He wasn’t even moving back now.

Vicky had a devilish smirk on her face when she called him a twerp. He may have gotten war flashbacks but she had fond memories of torturing him as a child. The look on her face quickly changed though when he started running his mouth. “People lose toes to frostbite all the time. Even missing one I could still kick your ass.” Though now that he was grown he probably had an advantage over her.

“I dunno, I hear it makes your balance bad.” It was like he’d just realized that she wasn’t bigger than him any more, and definitely wasn’t quite as scary. Still scary as hell, but at least not towering over him like godzilla or whatever. “Plus, do you still have a thing for that singer? I don’t think he’d wanna sugar daddy a girl with a missing toe.”

Trixie wanted to run but she saw Timmy recognize her already so she knew it was too late. Shit. If she continued to pick them up, they looked like they were for her. If she ignored them it still looked bad. God, there was no winning. “I….uhm. Hi. Sorry stranger. Didn’t mean to bump into you…” She could play dumb, act like she didn’t know him. This was fine. She gathered up the rest of her stuff and refused to look his way. “I…erm. Sorry again.”

Timmy felt his grin go a little lopsided as he tried to figure out exactly what was happening. Recently, Trixie had remembered him well enough to actually call him ‘Timmy’ so it was weird that she wasn’t even giving him a ‘Tommy’ now. What was up with that? “Are you getting these as a present or something? I won’t say I saw you.” Really, it was probably that, but he knew how Trixie got about things that ‘weren’t cool’. “You know nobody thinks girls are lame when it comes to comics, right? Everyone still really likes Zoe Saldana, and she was in a comic movie.”

“You could just choke, twerp,” Vicky retorted. She rolled her eyes. She hadn’t realized who she was speaking to at first. Maybe because he had grown up quite a bit since she had last seen Timmy. “You mean what, smartass? I dare you to say it.”

Aw, man, he hadn’t missed that nickname at all. Not even a little. Though it brought back what was probably the equivalent of a war flashback’s worth of trauma, his brain did give him one good idea. He was a grownup. He could say anything, and would...probably be fine. “I mean I’m sure you getting frostbite and losing a toe would be good for you,” he answered, as soon as he’d gotten out of arm’s reach. Just in case.

Addie was quick to fall in step with the other, completely oblivious to the fact he was adimitally trying to get away from her, shaking her head a rolling her eyes at his comment. “Scrunchies, really? It’s more than just saving the turtles and buying metal straws, Timmy. It’s about saving the only home we have. If this becomes unlivable, where exactly do you think we’re going to go?”

Timmy felt himself cringe, both from saying something stupid and from the fact that she was still talking to him. Man... “Yeah, I mean. Those don’t break as easy as regular hair ties, right?” He didn’t actually know, he was fully bullshitting, but it was worth a shot, maybe. “I dunno, I’m hoping space so I can meet aliens? Like. With easy names to say? Like Mark? But I still recycle and everything in case.”

Addie couldn’t help but smile when she noticed Timmy, her heart bounding just a littler harder. “Really?” She asked, eyes growing a little wide. Not only was Timmy talking to her, but he was agreeing with her? “Would you mind listening to a couple ideas i have for the campus to help make our carbon footprint just a little smaller?” 

Aw, man, there went his escape plan. Frantically, not even trying to hide the fact he was doing it, Timmy looked around for any other excuse. Any other conversation. Anything. And came up short. Still, he picked a random direction and started shuffling that way. “I mean, I get the idea, you know? Reusable straws, save the sea turtles?” Whatever other stuff VSCO girls on TikTok said. “Scrunchies?”