A Ruined Childhood

Unpredictably Unprepared

The next few weeks were a blur for Timmy, not much happened despite this being a critical time in his life. The anger slowly slipped away along with the questions. He just didn't have the energy to rage about or question the situation he was in. Although he did ignore it.

And that's how the boy managed to settle with this mishap. By ignoring it of course. The topic was banned from any kind of conversation when brought up straight forward, less the consequences of the teenager completely shutting it down. This forced the others to use different kinds of 'code words' so it wasn't so obvious.

Timmy continued to live impulsively as he always has, skateboarding, junk-food, staying up all night, much to Chloe's dismay (regardless of the situation she claimed).

Wanda tried to deal with Timmy's careless lifestyle more subtlety considering the way Timmy behaved wasn't such a problem (expect when it was). But Chloe would approach Timmy with the straight-forwardness he avoided so much she hammered right into her concerns without mercy.

But despite her efforts Timmy continued to ignore the problem. Eventually he did settle down with the recklessness. But still avoided addressing the issue like the plague.

They didn't talk much to say the least.

This cycled continued for at least 12 weeks in...

"Chloe!" Timmy whisper yelled from the bathroom. The was no need to be quiet, no one was in the house. 

Wanda was off to Fairy-World to find answers once more, dragging her husband along with her in fear of Cosmo sparking up another moody shut out from Timmy if she left the two alone without her. 

There is no need to explain why Timmy's parents weren't present.

Chloe got up from her spot at Timmy's desk to check up on him, "yeah?"

Timmy cracked the door open revealing a clearly irritated teenager.

 "Timmy, what's wrong? Are you alright?" the girl successfully suppressed an amused smile, her voice came out soft and calm, but ultimately accomplished in sounding grounded.

Timmy, with a grumpy disposition, wordlessly shook his head opening the door for her to come in. She did so carefully eyeing over the bathroom looking for anything out of place. She then turned back to Timmy, he didn't seem to be wearing any pants, but his pink hoodie was over-sized enough to cover his shorts if he was wearing any.

Timmy closed the door behind them, he let out a labored breath of complete surrender.

"Timmy?" Chloe was confused, but more so than that she was concerned. 

He didn't looked like he was harmed in anyway so this must have to do with the stress building up.

As she had warning about for weeks!

"You're a girl. Right." Timmy said finally.

Chloe looked at Timmy, unimpressed, "no, I'm a hungry caterpillar." She deadpanned.

Timmy was proud of his accomplishments in arising the art of proper sarcasm in his friend (cause she needed it), but now was not the time.

"Haha. Very funny," Timmy made sure to give extra attitude, "but no, seriously. Can you help me or not?"

Chloe sighed, tilting her head slightly. It was rather funny in her opinion, "what can I help you with?"

Suddenly Timmy's cheeks turned a shade of pinkish red. Embarrassment.

"You do girl things, Yeah?"

"I guess..."

"So you like- get... periods and stuff, right?"