Disclaimer- Don’t own FOP or BTTF
He was twelve. Twelve. It felt good. Not nearly as good as he wished it did, but good none the less.
That part was the best. He knew he wouldnt loose his Fairy God Parents for a while now.
Timmy, come down for breakfast!
Timmy Turner sighed. Coming Mom He replied unenthusiastically.
That was the worst.
One more year till his parents would let him stay home alone. Wait until youre a teenager. They said. At least he still had Cosmo and
Cosmo put down the blow torch.
Timmy chuckled. Wanda. Cosmo and Wanda, his Fairy God Parents. He walked to his door stopping just before he opened it. Cosmo, Wanda! Cmon, I cant be late for school! Suddenly he had a pink watch and a green book bag.