//------------------------------// // Bonus Chapter #1: Re-Write This (Part 1) // Story: Fairly Odd Friendship: Bonus Material // by redandready45 //------------------------------// 1. Timmy sharing his godparents with someone else. Premise: Timmy and Trixie are forced to share their Fairy Godparents. However, they quickly come to blows over their differences, and their attempt to wish at the same time causes an explosion that leaves them trapped underground. Now they must overcome their differences and escape without magic. "This is a real smart idea," Trixie said disdainfully while filing her nails, watching Timmy try and tunnel his way out of the concrete tube they were in using a plastic shovel ,"I bet we'll be out of here in about...300 years." Timmy angrily threw his plastic shovel away and turned angrily toward the popular girl. "I don't see you coming up with bright ideas," Timmy said with a growl, "but then again, you never had to come up with a good idea in your life." "And why is that," the raven haired girl said, putting her nail file away, and turning to glare at the brown-haired boy. "You get everything you want!" Timmy yelled. "You think I get everything?" Trixie asked Timmy incredulously. "Yeah," Timmy yelled back, "you get friends, money, popularity, and a limo to take you to school? What could you possibly be miserable about?" "Wow, you're real smart," Trixie said with some disdain, getting up from her makeshift seat and storming away from Timmy, who was taken aback by Trixie's anger. "You think you have me figured me out." "You think its bad having parents who aren't around," Trixie said with some frustration, turning her back toward Timmy while leaning against the wall. "Try having parents who are ALWAYS AROUND!" Trixie took out her phone and handed it to Timmy. "Here are the messages my sweet and loving mom sends me." Timmy took it. The messages all said things like 'stand up straight'. 'don't chew', 'keep your skirt straight'. "I don't get it," Timmy said, handing the phone back to Trixie. "Of course you don't," Trixie said with a growl. "Let me ask you this? How many times did you see my mom tell me 'I love you' or 'how you doing?" "Well," Timmy said, frowning at the thought. "NEVER," Trixie yelled, much to Timmy's growing concern. "You know why I can't enjoy comics. Because my mom rips them away from me, saying that proper ladies read books." Trixie's voice became a whimper. "Every day my mom tells me what to do and what to wear." Trixie started crying. "I don't think I even have a mom," Trixie said, "I think she's more like my talent agent." Trixie angrily threw her phone away and started weeping. "Trixie," Timmy said with some remorse, "I'm sorry. It's just...I'm scared of losing Cosmo and Wanda and...I thought that you were too perfect to need them." "And I'm sorry too," Trixie said, the last of her tears dying, "I didn't mean to be mean. But...I'm jealous of you." "Me?" "Yeah, your parents aren't perfect," Trixie said with a sniffle, "but at least they tell you they love you when they're around. And they let you watch action movies and read Crimson Chin. My mom treats me like a doll she dresses up whenever she's around me." "Vicky did that to me," Timmy said with a smirk. "Really?" Trixie asked Timmy. "Yeah," Timmy said with a smile, "she took me on one of her shopping sprees, made me dress up, and some old lady thought I was the prettiest girl she'd ever seen." Trixie snickered a bit, as did Timmy. It got rid of some of the stress. "Look," Timmy said, "I know we didn't get off on the wrong foot, but maybe we can let bygones be bygones, start over, and work together to get out of here." Trixie smiled at him, and extended her hand. "Deal," the girl said. Timmy and Trixie shook hands, smiling at each other with more respect.