PNF: Fan fiction

Chapter 1/ part 1

In the backyard of a yellow house in a small city called Danville, lay a platypus in the comfort of its owner's lap.

"So Ferb," said Phineas "what should we do today?"

The young English boy's answer was, as usual, a simple shrug.

The red headed boy named Phineas had a vast sea of imagination with its tall and strong waves. But for an unknown reason, on that particular day, that sea of his was tranquil.

Phineas blinked once, and then twice. It was the first time this had happened to him. He turned to Ferb and said,

"Ferb, I have no I idea of what we should do today."

Ferb was staring bluntly at the garden gate, which suddenly started to open with a low creek.

In came a very familiar smiling face, followed by a very familiar voice, asking a very expected question.

"Hey Phineas, whatcha doin'?" said Isabella, just like every other summer day. But before Phineas could answer, a very unfamiliar face appeared next to Isabella and spoke in a quite unfamiliar voice.

"Isabella, why were you walking so fast? I could hardly..." the girl stopped midsentence, glanced at the stepbrothers and then took a step back.

"T.D." said Isabella, "I would like you to meet Phineas and Ferb"

The brunette, from now on known as T.D., smiled slightly and blushed.

"Well hey T.D., nice to meet you." Said Phineas as Ferb silently waved. T.D. just kept on smiling and fiddling with her hair.

"All right," started Isabella, "now here's the thing. I have a Fireside girls meeting, so could you guys keep T.D. company while I'm gone?" she asked, checking her watch.

Phineas opened his mouth to object, but Isabella was already closing the garden gate behind her as she yelled thank you.

Phineas went over what had just happened in his mind. What was he suppose to do with this girl? She was obviously shy and it wasn't as if she talked any more than Ferb. But he knew he couldn't just leave her standing there fixing her French braids she had messed up earlier.

"So... um T.D.? What does that stand for?" he asked, trying to start a conversation and hopefully understand more about this stranger who he had to, somehow, entertain.

"Well," she mumbled "it stands for Teresa Dona. My mother thought it would be nice if she named me after my grandmothers. Teresa is my grandmother's name from my mother's side and Dona is my grandmother's name from my dad's side. To be honest with you, I hate both names. I rather people call me T.D. It has a nice ring to it."

She pronounced those words in the lowest and monotone voice ever heard, also, managing to blush during the whole explanation.

"Um... ok then." Said Phineas, "So, how do you know Isabella?"

"Well," she started to mumble again, "believe it or not, she's my half sister."

The two brothers gave each other a surprised glance. Isabella had a half sister? Since when?

"You see, Izzy's mom is my birth mom. But Isabella and I have different fathers. Unfortunately, mine died 3 years ago and my adoptive mother can't raise me properly with all the financial problems... so, here I am." She explained so fast that it took the brothers some time to take it all in.

Well she might shy and she might blush constantly, but she is not quiet, despite the fact that her words are nothing but a soft mumble.

Phineas had absolutely nothing to say and drifted off for a moment. He wanted Isabella to return or Ferb to say something for once. Just then he was brought back to reality by the noise of a small and barely audible giggle. T.D. had her hand over her mouth and was looking at Phineas apologetically.

"I'm sorry, I babble a lot. I just start talking and I don't stop until I realise I've been talking uncontrollably, saying useless and unimportant things. Plus, it takes me a while to realise. So I just keep on talking faster and- oh, I'm sorry! IM doing it now! Sorry!"

Ferb chuckled and looked at Phineas who smiled at T.D.

"Don't worry about it." Said Phineas, "Here, I'll go make us some lemonade or something. You can get to know Ferb a little. I'll be very impressed if you get a few words out of him." He smiled and slid shut the screen door behind him.

T.D. looked at Ferb. She stared at him for a while, examining every detail of his face and body. Trying to figure out what amazing or horrible, beautiful or ugly, and interesting or boring things that hid underneath.

"So, you're Ferb." Ferb nodded. "Isabella has mentioned you a fair amount of times. Of course she had gone on and on about your brother, but I know a thing or two about you."

T.D looked at Ferb, waiting for a response.

Nothing. She tried something else.

"I know that your last name is Fletcher. Your dad's name is Lawrence. You're British. And most importantly, that you don't say much." T.D. continued to stare at Ferb and then squinted.

He wasn't saying anything. How can he be able to remain quiet for so long. He wasn't even shy... It was like a challenge: making Feb talk. She will be able to.

"YOU LOOK LIKE A PALM TREE!" she announced loudly.

Ferb's eyes popped open. Did he hear her correctly? Did she just compare him to a tree? Well, he would not stand for it.

"Well I'm just thankful that I look nothing like you." He said calmly.

For a few seconds the girl stared back at him with an expressionless face. Should he say anything? Should he apologize? Did he insult her? Did he...

His train of thought was interrupted, when, out of nowhere, the French-braided girl commenced an uncontrollable giggle. She was covering her mouth to muffle her joyous cries of laughter, but that gesture was noticeably failing.

I made him talk! She thought to herself.

Ferb took the time to take in her image. How her French-braids were roughly done, the defined curve of her nose, her big brown eyes, full lips framing her crooked teeth that somehow formed a perfect smile.

When she finally calmed down, Ferb shot her a questioning look; his famous 'one eyebrow up, the other down' look.

T.D. blushed vividly and then mumbled something under her breath that sounded a lot like "That's a cute accent".