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The character sheet for the PBS cartoon, pdl-inc.info Heroes Characters / WordGirl. Go To WordGirl / Becky Botsford . Theodore "Tobey" McCallister III. Becky "WordGirl" Botsford & Theodore "Tobey" McCallister III · Becky . “Just give me a couple more minutes,” WordGirl pleaded, clasping her The advice Two- Brains had given her was simple and sensible, and yet she. Becky Botsford, Jackie Winchester and Tobey MCcallister go on a road trip "I've been thinking about it a while and what kind of a relationship do we really have? . really want to judge a person, but she followed the advice of her friends.
He swallowed, awkwardly managed to click 'save,' and covered his face with trembling hands. What was wrong with him? It wasn't as though she had never been upset with him before. Frustration was practically a constant in their back-and-forth, cat-and-mouse routine. Even as he tried to reason it away, however, Tobey knew deep down exactly why this time was so different.
Granted Becky—ergo WordGirl—was annoyed or angry around him far more often than she was happy, but he'd never seen her quite like that before. She had never been afraid of him. Not the way she was that day. He hadn't even realized how strongly his actions had been affecting her.
He thought it was obvious that her secret was safe with him.
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He expected her to be frustrated that he had beaten her, but he never thought she expected him to use it against her. Honestly, why would she think he wanted to expose her? Didn't she know by now how precious she was to him? All he wanted was to be able to see her anytime. To know that he could always find her. He wanted her to keep smiling at him, and talking to him, and doing things with him.
He wanted her… to like him. Even so, Becky's heartrending plea had shown how starkly her feelings about the situation differed from his. Had he really been… hurting her? He didn't know what to think of that. All he knew was that when he saw her standing before him so wounded, so vulnerable—so terrified of what he might do that she was crying… …he felt something. Something he couldn't describe, or even name. He had felt it the day he saw Katie cry about her birthday cake, except this time it was far, far worse.
It was something deep, and personal, and disturbing… something he never wanted to feel again. Tobey grit his teeth, pushed aside his keyboard, and let his face fall forward on his desk with a smack. He was tired of brooding over mysteries and emotions that he didn't understand. Nevertheless, there was one question he knew he would have to answer, and soon… What now? He had been pursuing WordGirl for so long—fighting her, chasing her, dreaming of her… Now that he'd beaten her, caught her, and realized his dream of making her a part of his everyday life, he had no idea what to do next.
He'd never thought this far ahead. He didn't know what was supposed to happen now that he had won. Normally when you won a game you packed up the pieces and put it back on the shelf… but when Tobey applied that analogy to his deliberate day-to-day struggle with WordGirl, his whole being screamed in protest.7 Things Men Want But Don't Ask For - Relationship Advice For Women by Mat Boggs
It couldn't be over. He wouldn't accept that! There had to be more. There just had to be! Lost in a tangle of questions and confusion, Tobey wrapped his arms into a makeshift pillow between his desk and his buzzing head, and drifted off into a fitful sleep. Before the emotion of the moment had worn off TJ had wandered back into her room to get something he'd allegedly forgotten and started yelling at Tobey for making his sister cry. Then, in the midst of that ruckus, Captain Huggyface had appeared at the window in full costume snapping about how she had left him at the Bank after their battle with The Butcher, and she'd just barely managed to pull him inside and stuff him under the bed while her brother was distracted.
What followed was a shockingly calm weekend, and after that an even more shockingly calm two days at school. In a complete turnaround from the previous week, Tobey steered clear of Becky for the most part, to the point that she started to worry.
However, just when she was beginning to think he was avoiding her, he rushed in front of her to open a door for her, then rushed off before she could even thank him. Then there were a few times when she caught him staring at her in class, just before he flinched and became suddenly engrossed with his bare desk. Becky didn't know what to make of this behavior. Honestly, she was still reeling over what had happened when she confronted him about his intentions regarding her secret identity.
Who would have thought that she could trust him, of all people, to keep her most precious secret? A bewildered expression, bordering on murderous, graced her features as she stared at Tobey dead in the eye. What do you take me for? I never took you for the type to like cars. Although he deemed the statement a bit of an insult towards his manliness, he did give himself a pat on the back.
It had seemed that his companion had let down her guard for the time being. It was now relevant towards success that he attack the issue now, God forbid failure. Taking his silence as some type of negative answer, she tried to make up for it by apologizing.
I didn't mean different as something bad, but…" "That's fine, you don't need to explain yourself to me," he waved it off. Her hand twitched like she was contemplating whether or not to attack him. Luckily, Tobey saw that and tried to justify his actions by chuckling a bit. Oh yes," he pretended to ponder," ever since I saw you bawling out your eyes at the park.
Inwardly, half of Tobey could hear himself cheer at the sudden influx of emotion; he was going to finally get some responses! The other half of Tobey was desperately wishing for a god out there to take pity on him; a guy did not want to die with a spoon sticking out from his forehead. Even if she did protest the sudden barging in on her personal life, she kind of found it sort of touching to see that at least one person was trying to comfort her.
True, he still acted quite villainous at times, and he wasn't the best person to talk to when a personal tragedy occurs, Tobey seemed to be charitable to oblige for once.
Plus, his ice cream was to die for. No buildup, no nothing? Gosh, you really don't want to beat around the bush for this insignificant matter, do you? He kind of felt bad for her.
Then again, anyone who had seen Violet and Scoops together would have seen the two as a couple. In a manner that Tobey found oddly cute. If one were to look closely, they would see that moisture was gathering at the corners. Discreetly, as to not reveal weakness, she dabbed at them hastily.
Forgot about why I was under incarceration? In fact, the months when I was grounded got me thinking about that whole debacle with Wordgirl… and me.
His plans to win her over, the failures that would result afterwards, and the inevitable punishment that would occur made his vision go red. Suddenly, he exhaled and smiled coolly at the girl that sat beside him.
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I guess I would have to apologize then, huh? There was a hidden message in those eyes, pleading for actually some hope to be left for him in the world. It was a sight so uncharacteristically heartrending that Becky answered without hesitation. People, especially criminals, always deserve a second chance. This was going to be hard for him, but he knew that it would be far more beneficial to move on now rather than later.
With vigor that was often associated with his asking to date Wordgirl, he turned to Becky and grinned. I'll pick you up next Saturday for ice cream. Why was he asking her out all of a sudden? The boy she had come to fall in love had rejected her today. Now, it seemed that life was going to pair her up with this insolent child who just wanted an excuse to get out of the house and get ice cream!
Yet, she knew that it would be hypocritical to say no and be done with it. The teen would reject him on Saturday, when they were still…friends. She couldn't explain the coldness that seemed to envelope her body just then.
Inside the vehicle were two young adults, looking very much in love and quite worried. You see these two had an appointment to keep and that included going to the girl's parent's house for… but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Tobey was twenty-five and he had a girlfriend of seven years, his long love, Becky Botsford. After their ice cream "date" a few years back, they decided to hang more and more often, resulting in the two to become closer than ever before.
Of course, the unlikely duo had their fair share of arguments, but it was resolved in the end. For example, the car that Tobey was currently driving was a result of a petty quarrel that the two had engaged in. While Tobey favored his old car to drive back to their childhood home, Becky refused, saying that it was a death trap on wheels.
That got the blonde genius upset because it was the pride of his life! He worked on her for several months before deeming her presentable and ready to showcase her metal beauty to the rest of the world. Slightly jealous—and amused—of the car's princess treatment, Becky stated that he probably would get married to a hunk of metal and that would be VERY pathetic. Arrogance clouded his mind as he defended his ability to be better than other people… Apparently he wasn't that bright when it comes to his girlfriend and her feelings.
A terrible verbal brawl erupted between the two as they argued the pros and cons of giving away the baby of the family and replacing her something far less inferior. In the end, they grudgingly agreed that they would buy a new car and Tobey could modify it to his heart's desire. She was agitated as well by visiting her family this year, Tobey in tow. This was going to be the first time Becky dreaded to see her family. Why was she so dang panicky all of a sudden?
Well, it had something to do with a new comeuppance in her and Tobey's relationship. A change that Becky thought her parents might approve of. Just try not to eat too much of the Super Duper Stroganoff of Epicness," Becky muttered hastily as she inwardly shuddered. This is a special occasion after all. Besides, I would love to consume some of mom's lasagna…" she groaned as her stomach growled from the nutritious images that had filtered into her head.
Slyly, he curled his hand around hers to keep their conversation casual. She's a horrible definition for the best," Tobey faked a moan. Talk about messing around, huh? Sure enough, they were miraculously parked in front of Becky's former residence. The windows were lit in a hearty glow, quite common when they were around the jolly family. Turning back to her, a cute undignified, pout was set on his face.
Obviously, he was going to back out of this arrangement. We were really getting somewhere with our little chat," he whined. Due to Becky's death glare that caused him to shake his boots various times, he cut the engine. The blonde sighed as he analyzed all the outcomes that could transpire during the family get together. Becky slapped his head again for even more stimulus.
With gentleman like grace, Tobey swiftly made his way to his girlfriend's side and held out her door for her. They hooked arms as they strode onto the porch and rang the doorbell. He glared ferociously at her as he tapped his shoes in a disconcerted manner.
And Tobey too," the last part was said a little less enthusiastically than the rest of the greeting, but at least there was none of the malice that Tim usually displayed around the inventor. Besides, they're really useful. Finally he averted his eyes and nodded hesitantly. WordGirl grinned and put her helmet back on as she scooted a little closer to him, then began working the pin into his hair. Moments later she pulled back to survey her handiwork, and immediately snorted a chuckle.
She wouldn't be considering a career as a hair stylist, that was for sure. She heard Tobey pull the bobby pin from his hair, and when she looked back at him he had already stood to his feet. With an annoyed huff he stepped around behind her, picked up his remote, and climbed back into the hand of the robot still waiting beside the building. Once he was back on its shoulder, it calmly strode away, and WordGirl relished a muted squeal of delight.
Who would have thought? She had been utterly blindsided by this victory. Her confidence was so bolstered by her success that she wondered if she dared push a little further. Two-Brains' latest charge, it occurred to her that now might be as good a time as any to dig for Tobey's hidden motives.
But how to approach such a sensitive issue? She couldn't just come right out and ask him… Then again, maybe she could. She zipped in front of it, landed at Tobey's side between the robot's shoulder and its neck, and clasped her hands in her lap as she asked in as bright and casual a tone as she could manage, "Tobey can I ask you something?
It was too late to worry, though, so she just held her breath and watched him as he averted his eyes and stared off into space. His vacant expression gradually contorted into an angry grimace, and at last he spoke… "I've always hated school… ever since I first started," he said in a distant, frustrated tone.
The material was never challenging and the other children were all just mindless, thoughtless nitwits. If my whole second grade class including the teacher had put their brains together, their collective IQ would've barely been half of mine! I can assure you, the feeling was mutual. I didn't want anything to do with those imbeciles anyway, always laughing at me and leaving me out of everything, as though I was the one with the problem. He pumped his arms at his chest, and his tone became tainted with misplaced excitement.
It made me feel so alive! It certainly forced the other children to notice me, but by the time I started destroying public property, villains began to notice me. They would say things to me in passing, like, 'nice work, kid,' or 'keep fighting the bad fight! She stared into Tobey's fervent young eyes, and remembered something. Last week, just before Tobey had promised to keep her secret, her mother had said something to her… something she had completely dismissed in the moment, but that now stung her with an all-too-apparent truth.
I'm not lonely, I—I have my robots. At the time she had thought nothing of it, but now it meant more than she ever could have imagined… It was like he had been desperately begging for her help all this time, and she had just been too self-absorbed to notice. As guilt rose up inside her, she realized something else… Ever since she'd begun this seemingly hopeless endeavor of turning Tobey from villainy, she was never really thinking of him.
Even though her sole focus, it seemed, had always been on him, he was never the one for whose sake she was doing it. She was doing it for his mother, and for the city, and even for herself… but not for Tobey. She had never really cared about his life, his needs, or his pain. These past couple of months, though her tactics had changed, WordGirl had still seen Tobey the same way she'd always seen him—as a villain she had to defeat.
A problem she had to solve. Her paradigm was shifting. Over the course of a few short minutes Tobey had become infinitely more complex than she'd ever imagined. No longer was he but a frustrating nuisance who stood out from the other villains solely because of his bizarre misplaced affections. Now, as she was confronted with the sobering realization that he was actually a child just like her who was lost, hurting, and in desperate need of someone to gently show him the way… she could see that he wasn't the only one beginning to change.
WordGirl still wanted to help him, but not simply for herself, or for his mother, or even for the city she loved… but for him. Because now, though it had hit her out of nowhere, she knew beyond any doubt that he mattered to her, and that she didn't want him to slip away into a dark and hopeless future. Heart quivering with remorse and compassion, she forced a cheerful smile and pleasantly suggested, "Do you want to come over on Saturday?
She knew what he was doing, but somehow, in the warmth of the moment, his self-important cheekiness didn't bother her nearly as much as usual. So, rather than making one of the five snappy comebacks that popped into her head, she instead allowed herself to be baited right into his trap.
Only Tobey would ever think to call her a 'fair maiden. I'll talk to my parents, too.