T-T's Introduction~ I blinked, searching for papers in the hospital. I needed Handy's papers. He often came here, after hurting himself and such. The last time he came he had a nail stuck in his hand. I sometimes don't even know how he does this. He was kinda like an build-a-holic. He was constantly building things, and sometimes he would bring me something. Often a small box. They were cute, and I have a shelf in my yellow house. My house is yellow with light blue accents on them. Blue on the shutters, roof, and door. Handy's house was orange with white accents. It was quite lovely really. I absolutely adored his house colours. Sometimes I'd take the nurse's shift and cook dinner for Handy. Handy's hands are always bandaged because he hurts himself. He often is at the doctor's office to get stitches because of his saw though. I'm Handy's neighbor, Tick-Tock. Quite the unusual name. I'm a fanatic about time, about missing anything. I'm the super freak about that stuff. Me and Handy don't talk often, but Flippy is busy with his own manners, and I don't think he'll be taking any chances on Flippy possibly lighting Handy's house on fire. Anyway, I'm Tick-Tock, as I've stated already. I live on Happy Tree road, along with all my other friends. I walked in the hospital, hearing my shoes click against the cold, white and blue tile floor. Click. Click. Click. "Doctor Tiempo will be there in a minute, Mr.Hank." Click. Click. Click. "Alrighty, Ms." I stepped in the room. "Handy." "T-T." "What happened this time?" "Saw accident. Number four." "Jeez, Handy. Better be careful." "I'm trying, T." "Try harder, Handy. At this rate you'll be immobile by age twenty-eight," I groaned, threading my needle. He was wincing already. "Don't wince, Handy. You've done this three times," "Making this lucky number four." "I thought it was lucky number three?" I asked, cleaning up the blood and stitching his hand. He went silent after that. "Are you going to have the nurse come and cook tonight?" I asked, wondering. I was almost finished. He disliked the end, he thought it was too hurtful. He liked the beginning of the stitching better. "Actually, T, I was wondering if you dun' mind coming to cook tonight.." he said, a red tint attacking his cheeks. "I wouldn't mind, Handy. And don't call me T, just call me Ticks." "Like the parasite?" he asked. I looked up from his arm and into his auburn eyes,"Excuse me?" "I said, like the parasite? You know, ticks?" I snorted,"Actually, you can call me Ms.Tiempo." He frowned,"Ticks..." "Yeah, I know it's hard to not make fun of my name. Cuddles does it all the time." I sighed, finishing up. He tensed up, wincing as I finished. I tossed the needle in a bucket. He rubbed his neck with his left hand, the one that wasn't stitched. And the one that wasn't dominant. "I dun' make fun of anyone, Ticks. I just was statin' that, that's what a tick is." I blinked. "Sorry for my overreaction, Handy." I said, frowning. He lifted my chin with his left hand,"It's fine, Ms." I felt my cheeks go red. The weirdest feeling ever, might I say. Shut up, T-T. You shouldn't be saying that. "I gotta go, I'll see you tonight, right?" he asked, picking up his hard hat. "Yes. Don't do any work until your hand is healed, mister. You know what," I started. I always change my mind on things."why don't you come over to my house? I'd feel much better if you weren't around so many tools.." I said. My house was still a slight mess, but with my constant OCD attacks, I clean one area at a time. I probably have three-fourths of my house done. "I sure wouldn't mind spendin' the evening at your house, Tick." I smiled slightly. "Alrighty, go on now. I think Mole hurt himself again." I lied, shoving him out the door slightly. He chuckled, and winked at me as he walked out the door. What the hell? What am I doing? I change plans about dinner, and I invited him over to my house. I checked the time. 3:17. I was supposed to be off thirty minutes ago. Maybe I'm a workaholic. Or maybe I stayed for Handy. I don't know. Huh. My mind better get in shape, or I'll fall apart. ------------------- Tick-Tock is my characters. Any other characters belong to MondoMedia. e.e
Handy's Introduction~ I could hear T-T's heels click against the tile. It had a marvelous pattern of white an blue. It reminded me of T's hair. Her hair was sorta platinum blonde, and it had sea blue streaks in it. Her eyes were an interesting colour of what appeared yellow and amber. The nurse was doing her usual, flirting with me. I ignored it. My heart was for Dr. Tick-Tock Tiempo. I forgot about my gift for her, thinking about it now. Anyway, we greeted each other the same as always. Anyways, Tick-Tock moved in about a month ago from another town. She was already a doctor. I liked her house. It reminded me of her eyes and hair streaks. "Handy." "T-T." Her eyes darted from mine down to the bloody shirt I was holding on my forearm. I disliked getting these stitches. My new saw isn't as dandy as my hand saw. The new one was mechanical. This is the fourth time coming in this month. And it's only two out of three weeks. "Are you going to have that one nurse cook for you, tonight?" she asked, multitasking. Speaking while stitching up my arm. "Actually," I started, feeling blush creep onto my face. "I was wondering if you'd come cook tonight..!" She blinked several times, and stammered and cut herself off. She wouldn't make up her mind from what I saw. "O-of course, but come to my house, I don't want you around tools to get tempted to do anything..." I chuckled and stood, walking with her out the door. She said Mole was here, so I'm assuming he did something. Oh Tick-Tock...! "Oh shoot, Tick, can I grab something from my house before going to yours for dinner?" I asked, remembering my box. "Course," she answered simply. She made things seem so easy, when to her time was everything.
Handy~ I got out of my orange truck, shuffling to my door. I was fiddling with my keys, trying to get to my house key. I shoved it in the keyhole, and unlocked it. My house was a mess, and I don't know how I was going to find Tick's gift in this mess! I shuffled some wood around, and I finally found my bird house I made for her. I shuffled out the door and over to her house. I knocked on her door, and it sounded quite hollow. Like there was nothing behind it. I slowly opened it to find Tick frantically fixing things like Petunia would.
Tick-Tock~ I squealed, frantically cleaning things. I glanced at my watch. FIVE-THIRTY. I'M STILL IN MY UNIFORM. I scrambled to my room, changing into a somewhat formal suit. I ran to my kitchen practically, putting the pasta on the stove. I glanced at my watch again. Five-thirty-one. I cleaned up my table and I heard my front door creak open. "Ticks?" "O-oh, Handy!" I chirped, setting some paperwork aside. "U-uh, Ticks?" "Yes?" I blinked, turning to face him. He was holding out a wooden project he put together, a bird house even. I just about melted, ugh. I'm such a chick. "Awe, thanks for thinking of me." I said, hugging him and kissing his cheek.
Yay! Two readers~ ---------------------- Handy~ I felt my face blow up bright red, as her soft, rosebud pink lips touched my pale cheek. Or at least it was pale. She skipped over to a shelf, and set it up there. It was only a minute before I realized the shelf held everything else I made for her. I even carved dog tags for her. I wondered if she was wearing them. I smiled slightly,"You're welcome, Ticks." She shuffled off to the kitchen, and worked on dinner. "You can take a seat in the dinning room, Handy." she said, stirring whatever was in the big pot she had on the stove. Smelled like the pasta I made sometimes if my hand wasn't so jacked up. I sat down in the chair across from her, and glanced at her table. There was paperwork everywhere, except our two spots. I kept looking until a drawing caught my eye. It sure wasn't Tick's drawing. I noticed on the top it said, From: Giggles. Godamnit, that's never good. It was a big, red heart with me and Tick's name in it, and on the side it said, Tick-Tock and Handy Hanks . I felt my face go bright red, and I set the drawing back in its place. In the perfect timing too, Ticks was serving dinner. "Handy, do you want anything on your pasta?" she asked, propping her elbows on the back of her chair. "No, I'm just plain." I chuckled. She pulled a smile, and sat down. We began to eat when I spoke,"Thanks for having me, Ticks." "Thank you for coming, Handy-" she stopped. She eyed the drawing Giggles had made. "What is that?" she hissed. Ouch, that's a first. "Only a drawing.."
Tick-Tock~ A drawing?! ONLY A DRAWING?! How the hell did it get in my paperwork for the hospital!? "Let me see that," I scowled, standing up and shuffling to the side of the table Handy was on. How the actual fuck did this get in my things!? I picked it up, looking at it. I felt my heart stop and my face go bright red. "That daughter of a bastard.." I muttered, taking the drawing to the kitchen, pinning it on my wall. I enjoyed the drawing, it's just...I'm so perfectly organized. I came back and sat down, and we finished eating in silence. After my last bite-since Handy and I finished eating at the same time-, Handy grabbed my plate and fork and took it to the kitchen. I wiped my mouth and followed him. What was he doing? He started washing my dishes with his unstitched hand, and I stood there, stunned. "Handy, you don't have to do my dishes. I invited you over for dinner, nothing more." I said, but the nothing more part was a lie. He turned off my water, drying his hand on a kitchen towel left on my counter. He walked straight up to me, and kissed me. "Handy-!" I tensed up, then relaxed slowly as I fit into his arms. I was a mess, and this sure wasn't helping me AT ALL- Pretty soon, it may have felt like a ten minutes, even though it really was two, he let me go. "Thanks Tick..." he said, rubbing his neck. I started to push him out the door, and I was rambling. "Yeah, thanks for coming to eat, Handy, I really appreciate it-" I said, pushing him out the door and closing it. Dear God, help me.
Handy~ GODAMNIT. I FUCKED UP AGAIN. I sighed as I ran a hand through my orange hair. And this was stalkerish, but I had no other choice at this point but to peek through Tick's window. I mean, I do have another choice, I'm just too lazy to deal with it. She was pacing running a hand through her hair while the other one held my gift to her. When I carved metal, the dog tags I made for her are right there around her neck. "Godamnit Tick, you're supposed to be cleaning your damned act up, not screwing yourself over-" she was talking to herself. I shuffled down the driveway, and up my own as I thought in silence about what I did. Is this what she will be nagging me about now when we visit the doctor?
Tick-Tock's POV~ I stared at my ceiling, counting. I couldn't sleep, and this is the most random case of insomnia. I called the hospital. I had to go to work in three hours, meaning 6:00 A.M. "Hello, This is Joyce, how may I help you?" "Joyce! I'm taking a sick day." "Are you alright? It's only three A.M." "Yes! That's my problem! I haven't slept!" "Oh, alright. I'll tell Chowdry." "Thanks Joyce. I owe you." "Bye." and she hung up. I sighed, rubbing my forehead. I was a big mess. I kissed Handy, and my life was already in a knot. I couldn't think straight with everything happening.
i remember overhearing a conversation that involved happy tree friends, so i watched half an episode and was scarred for life. (did i metion i was 8?)