Disclaimer: FOP is not mine, and neither is the title of this story, actually. I give full credit to Queen on that one.

Author's Note: This is really short, isn't it? I don't think I have enough writing experience to make this longer, so we'll just stick with this?

A lot of you might find it odd for me to be thinking this way, but it's how I've always seen it. Chester is ready to become a young adult, all he needed was a shove in the right direction. This is the biggest wake-up call I could think of, and it seemed to work well enough. Enjoy!

Crazy Little Thing Called Love

You're killing me, you know that?

Well, I guess I can't blame you. You don't have a clue what I'm feeling right now, anyway. And there's no way I'd ever be able to tell you. I mean, when you've been practically scared of girls your whole life, it wouldn't make sense.

It doesn't even make sense to me most of the time. How can one person make me feel so many things at once?

I'm always confused now. You've spent your entire life being obsessed with my best friend. I've just been watching from afar, always teasing you behind your back. And now there's a twist in the story. I'm the one staring at you like a sick puppy, and you're the one ignoring me. Do you even know I exist? Open your eyes; stop focusing on him and look my way for once.

I'm always mad at Timmy. He's treating you like the dirt underneath my feet, and he shows no remorse for it whatsoever. It kills me to see what he does to you almost every day, even more than it hurts to see you chasing after him. I'm right here, practically begging for your attention, and you completely ignore me.

Okay, maybe not begging. I could never beg. Not even because of how Timmy would get the wrong idea (which really is the right one in this case), but because I still can't believe any of this.

But I'm still here. I'm more than just a sidekick. I have thoughts and feelings, too. There are emotions you've given to me that I didn't even know existed in my heart, and you'll never see a single one.

I know I'm just kidding myself thinking this way, though. I'm worthless compared to you. You live in one of Dimmsdale's nicest middle class neighborhoods, and I'm just a poor slob in a trailer park. You spit on the ground I live on. What could ever possess you to even think about being with me?

But I'm happy, too. As odd as it seems, I love experiencing all of this. It's not something I can explain, or even understand, but the feeling is there. I know it's something that won't leave me, either. It'll always be this way even if you and Timmy do get married one day.

These are feelings I never thought I'd experience. I actually love a girl.

But what never ceases to amaze me is that you're the girl that makes me feel this way. You were always the crazy one until now. The only thing crazy now is everything I feel. And as wrong as it seems, the idea of you and me just seems so right. I could never see myself with anyone else.

And I'm so in love with you, Tootie.