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Timmy & Mac’s Summer Camp Adventure:	By : Wendell Urth Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 3467 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Do You Believe In Magic?
The camp counselors called me a hero. Then downplayed the whole thing. I think that they were mostly relieved that a kid didn’t die under their supervision. Not good if you want to sign up new campers next year.
They sent Timmy to a hospital.
Most of the other guys thought I was a dork because they had to wait at the bottom of the river for three extra hours until the chase boat arrived. Lot of muttering because no one had eaten, the guys all blamed me.
I don’t even remember the long bus trip back to the camp… or getting into my bunk.

Timmy was back the next morning, a small bandage on his forehead and a massive lump on the back of his head, hidden under his hat. I heard someone mutter “Big fucking deal, when’s breakfast?”
I saw his face looking down from the top bunk. I thought he’d lost that dumb pink hat of his in the river, but he had another one.
One of his front teeth had a small chip on it.
“Thanks man. Thanks”
“Really. I didn’t do anything. I got bounced out of the raft, same as you.”
He smiled. He had a great smile, even with those buckteeth… and the chip. “Sure.” He rolled back into his bunk and slept most of the day. I read some of his comic books.
I wanted to forget the whole thing. I was still ashamed of what I had thought about doing when were on the falls. No, definitely not a hero.
It was the next day. We were goofing off someplace, doing things we were not supposed to… typical camp day. Timmy started talking about Vicky and Trixie, mostly. He was waiting for me to ask…
I finally did.
“I have to swear you to a secret. You can’t tell anyone, ever. I really mean it.”
I swore. I could see how serious he was.
“Do you believe in magic. Real things that you can’t explain by science or the stuff they teach in school.”
“I spend every free moment I can in a Home For Imaginary Friends, and you ask me if I believe in magic? I’ve seen things there!” I had told him before about some of the stuff that I had seen, that had happened. I guess maybe he hadn’t believed me.
“Yeah. I guess you do,” smiling that smile again. I guess I understood a little why the girls liked him… or thought I did.
He began. “I always have this feeling, like I’ve forgotten something important. Something that was so amazing that my whole life was somehow different now, because I forgot. Ever feel like that?”
“You mean, like in a dream? I’ve felt that way when I woke up.”
“No, not a dream. I can’t really explain it. It was like I used to be someone else… Then something happened on my last birthday.”
He pulled something out of the top of his shirt. There was a coin on a hoop on a short silver chain. I had seen it before, thought it was a religious or a family thing. It was old and silver, blackened and worn. Really old!
He took it off, held it for a moment, closed his eyes and kissed it before handing it to me. It was larger than a quarter. It was warm, very warm. I wasn’t sure what it was, if it was really a coin or something else. There might have once been a face on one side and building of some kind on the other. Or not. I did believe it was old.
I gave it back to him and waited.
“I was having a really shitty birthday. My parents went out of town, they forgot or didn’t care enough to stay. No even a dumb card.”
I could see the anger and hurt in his eyes.
“Vicky sent me to my room, no supper. No real reason”
He saw the doubt on my face. “She used to be different. Like I told you when we texted. That’s how she really was… Anyway, there was this envelope on my bed. “From your Fai… Fai… From your Godparents.”
I was sure he was about to say something different, but stopped himself. He continued.
“The coin and the chain were in the envelope. I don’t have God Parents! I’ve asked my parents; they have no idea what I’m talking about. And why would they lie? It felt like it was from my old life, the one I lost. I still feel that.”
“OK. I believe you…” and I did. “But why magic?”
“You’ve seen what it does,”
“The girls? And your parents?” I guessed that last part. “Makes them love you?”
“No. not really. There were instructions. I wish I could show you, but they disappeared… I didn’t lose them, they kind of vanished once I had read them.” He chuckled. “Like Mission Impossible or like a cheap magician’s trick. Puff of smoke. Gone!”
It can’t make someone love you. Not really. But it can make up to five people think they love you. Think you are the most important thing in their lives, do anything you want them to do to please you. And that’s all they think about until they do it.”
I shook my head. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe him, it was that I didn’t understand how that wasn’t love. I said so!
“There was a warning. If you tried to add a sixth person or wanted to release someone, there was a “boomerang effect,”. As much they thought they loved you, that’s how much they will hate you. It was never really love they felt. Once released, they know that. And hate you because of how you tricked them into thinking it… The note called it “The Betrayal”. It seems magic can’t really make someone fall in love, but can create the illusion.”
“The note was signed with the initials C&W. I didn’t know who they are. I still don’t. I wish I did.”
“Oh, there were a couple of other things too. It can only work on people who know you, not strangers. And they have to have some emotional contact, hate you, like you, pity you…” He smiled at me, “Make you sick…”
He put the chain back on and hid the coin in his shirt. He could tell I was trying to think the whole thing out.
Had to be a really big joke on me… didn’t it?
“Veronica?”
“Held the coin in front of her, rubbed it. Told her how it would make me really happy if she made love to you. Sex. Everything, but just for the day.” Then, “She believed she was so in love with me that fucking you was the most important thing to make her love for me real.”
“Slaves. They’re turned into slaves?”
“Love slaves, maybe.”

I already knew about his parents. Some people shouldn’t have kids. Told me how he used the coin on them to start paying they’re bills, stop partying all the time. Stop the drugs. Get rid of Vicky. Pay attention to him. After a short while, he discovered he didn’t particularly care for them paying attention to him. It wasn’t really real. If they couldn’t really love him on their own, then the hell with it. Just stop wasting money, buy him some decent clothes, keep food in the house and leave him alone.
He found he wanted Vicky in his life. Frankie once explained a ‘love/hate relationship’ to me. We were watching one of the romance movies she loves so much. I didn’t understand it. I don’t think I really did understand until Timmy began trying to justify what he was doing with Vicky.
I thought he was going to cry. He asked me to understand. I said I did. I guess I told him he was doing the right thing with her… to her.
I feel bad about saying that.
He wanted Trixie. He had a crush on her since they were little kids and he was nothing to her, except sometimes a target for her cruelty.
He had used the coin first on Veronica, before his parents or anyone else. Just to test it out. She was Trixie’s BFF and did whatever Trixie wanted her to do. He wanted to see if the note was true. She had made his life hell because she knew Trixie would find it funny.
The coin worked.

“Can I… watch you use. On Trixie, I mean… next time.” I was going to ask to borrow it, but chickened out.
“Sure.” He said.
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