Wishful Thinking: Part 3

Please let me make it!

"What?"

Timmy looked around in confusion. He and his fairy godparents were sitting, waiting their turn to talk to the Fairy Council when suddenly these thoughts echoed in his head. They had sounded so heart-wrenchingly desperate and a bit familiar actually.

"Did you say something Timmy?" Cosmo asked.

"I - I'm not sure, but I think I just heard someone else's thoughts in my head?"

"Are you sure you're not cra-"

"I'm not crazy! ...I think."

He turned to Wanda with a pleading look. "Do you think I'm crazy?"

Wanda glared at Cosmo who averted his eyes and started whistling innocently.

"Oh Timmy, I don't think you're crazy. I believe everything you've told us so far so c'mon, it's our turn with the council now."

Wanda flew over next to the entrance and he knew that just beyond that door was the Fairy Council and possibly where his answers might be.

He took a deep breath and stood up.

"Okay, let's go."

..

Light streamed into his vision and blinded him as he raised his hand up to shield his eyes.

"I - I made it?"

Gary looked around and discovered himself in the park which was near Timmy's house. His heart quickened its beat at the thought of Timmy and he grew slightly anxious to see him again.

Would he even remember me?

That was what he feared the most. He was more afraid that Timmy wouldn't recognize him than that of him being hated. If Timmy didn't remember him, wouldn't it be as if he didn't exist?

If I didn't exist?

..

Timmy was disappointed.

They had learned nothing of importance from the Fairy Council at all. He had been sure they could've helped somehow, but it had been a complete waste of time.

Frustrated, he and his fairy godparents had left Fairy World shortly afterwards. Now they were walking the few blocks back home, passing by the park.

If I didn't exist?

There it was again! That same familiar voice that floated into his thoughts earlier, but this time they had sounded much more clearer and filled with sadness.

"If I didn't exist?" He mumbled under his breath.

Wanda and Cosmo cast worried glances at each other before the former started to speak. Though before she had a chance, Timmy spoke up.

"Guys, do you think my parents might know something?"

..

He was jealous.

The children were playing together on the swings and they were bursting with laughter. They took turns sitting and pushing the other without any complaints.

He was also annoyed.

That used to be me and Timmy.

Gary was torn between going to see Timmy and worrying whether he remembered him or not. He was only two blocks away though the fear of being forgotten again haunted him.

He tried to convince himself that it wouldn't matter anyways if Timmy didn't remember him, but then what was the point in seeing him again? It would end the same way with himself being a burden to Timmy. He didn't deserve to be friends with him anymore. He didn't deserve to be remembered.

But I still want to be together.

..

They were in the dusty old attic, scouring for clues. Timmy had ran home quickly and caught his mom just about to leave for shopping.

"Mom, I know this might sound kind of weird, but do I still have anything from when I was younger? Like photo albums or something?"

His mom gave him a strange look but complied.

"Well, we couldn't bare to throw away any of your stuff actually so they should be somewhere in the attic."

Which was how they currently came to be sifting through boxes and trying not to sneeze in the dingy room.

"Hahaha! Timmy you look like a baby beaver with those teeth hahaha!"

Cosmo was laughing so hard his stomach hurt as he wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes. He had held a photo album in his hands which had fallen to the floor when he had been shaking with laughter.

Timmy grumbled as he picked the album up and saw a baby picture of him and he did look like a beaver covered in mud, but he wasn't going to admit that.

"Aww, you were so cute Sport!" Said Wanda as she peered over his shoulder.

"N - no I wasn't! Where did you find this anyway Cosmo?"

He looked over to where Cosmo was rifling through a wooden treasure box that had the words 'Timmy's Treesures' sloppily painted in pink and misspelled.

"Hey, that's mine!"

He ran over to tug the box away but Cosmo did the same.

"Finders keepers!"

"It's mine!"

"Losers weepers!"

"Cosmo!"

Eventually Cosmo grew bored and stopped tugging which resulted in Timmy falling backwards and half the contents spilled out around him. Groaning, Timmy sat up and fixed his hat before something caught his eye.

"Sweetie, are you okay? Cosmo, how many times have I to-"

He tuned them out and reached for the paper.

It was a drawing, kind of awful but there were two boys in it and it looked like they were at the park. The park that was two blocks away from his house in fact. Looking closer, one boy was unmistakably him with a pink shirt and hat. The other boy had a red shirt, sunglasses and a strange hairdo.

He flipped the drawing over to find words written on the back.

'To: Gary

From: Timmy'

Gary?

..

Gary glanced up sharply.

He was still at the park, but now there was absolutely no one around yet he swore he had just heard his name being spoken.

"Timmy?"

No way. I'm just hearing things now because I want to see him.

He shook his head like it would banish those thoughts.

Gazing up at the sky, he noticed it was dusk. It was getting late and that was why the park was so empty of life.

It felt lonely.

He kicked at the sand from where he sat on the swings.

I don't want to be alone anymore.

..

Everything seemed to fall into place now.

He remembered that he had created Gary from his imagination and how he had so cruelly but unintentionally abandoned him. He glanced back at the picture still clutched in his hand.

I don't want to be alone anymore.

He knew where to go.

..

He got off the swings and went to lie on the field.

The sun wasn't completely down yet, but the stars were already visible and they winked at him like mischievous children.

It reminded him of when he and Timmy used to watch the stars from his backyard when they were younger. They would try to count them when they first turned visible at sunset and eventually lost track when too many appeared.

He wanted those days back.

..

The park neared and he slowed his pace.

What if he's not there?

What if I'm just imagining all of this and I am crazy?

He was in front of the park now and he quickly cast his gaze over it, his heart clenched when he saw it was empty. As he turned to leave, a flash of red caught the corner of his eye.

"Gary?"

..

Gary stiffened as he heard footsteps heading his way, but he ignored them.

Probably just a stranger.

"Gary?"

He shot up into a sitting position and there in front of him was Timmy.

Before he could say a word, he found himself with a lapful of Timmy. He nearly got bowled over from the motion and arms gripped his sides tightly as if he would vanish.

"Timmy?"

He tilted his head back to see Timmy more clearly and he was surprised to find the other had tears in their eyes.

"You're not alone now."

..

Two silhouettes stood out against the dimming sky and a slight buzzing sound emanated from light-posts flickering to life nearby.

Suddenly they both looked up, just in time to catch a shooting star.

I wish this would last forever.

END.

AN: After an eternity, I finally update...I am so sorry. That's all I could really say. Anyways, do you remember the shooting star in the beginning? (Probably not ahaha.) Well that was the whole reason why I continued this after writing the first part. I headcanon that a shooting star's "magic" is stronger than a fairy's and thus why Timmy didn't completely forget Gary because Gary had incidentally wished upon a shooting star in the first part and the last sentence in this part was his wish from then. Sooo, this is the end and I hope it was worth it. Have a great Christmas. Bye.