Phineas and Ferb: Valentine's Day
Chapter 1
A/N: My three-shot for Valentine's! Ferbnessa! Chapter 2 will be Phinabella. Oh and, HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! (Even if I am a day late!)
February 13th. The day before Valentine's Day. To people celebrating Valentine's Day, many roses, chocolates, and cards are given out, and what you give to your friend/sweetheart signifies your relationship with them. For me, Ferbert Adrian Fletcher, Valentine's Day was going to be a day to remember. That is, assuming I got Vanessa something. The question is; what do you give to your senior friend who you hardly ever talk to?
I sighed as I pushed my food around on my plate.
"Something on your mind?" Lawrence, my fifty-eight-year-old dad, asked.
"Valentine's Day," I mumbled, pushing my plate away.
"Ah, I see! Got any special valentines' you have in mind?"
I turned a crimson red and nodded.
"May I ask who it is?" I shook my head.
"I don't know what to get them, though."
"Phineas, can you do the dishes?" Dad asked.
"Fine!" Phineas groaned and gathered the dishes.
"Thank you! Now, how well do you know this girl?"
"She's a senior, I'm a freshman. So not very well. We've talked a couple times, but I mainly see her." My dad looked at me, scratching his chin. This was a situation I sensed he wasn't too familiar with. I hope he could give me the best answer.
My dad looked around and his eyes spotted something. I followed his gaze to a bouquet of red roses that Candace was going to give Jeremy.
"I'll be right back," he said, getting up and heading upstairs. I looked to Phineas. He shrugged and went back to the dishes.
Lawrence came back down with a rose. A white rose. "This, Ferb, is the rose I gave your mother over forty years ago."
"Why not a red rose?" I asked, slightly confused.
"Well, you might not know this, but there are different meanings for each colored rose. A red rose signifies love. A white rose signifies remembrance and honor. They are often used when starting something new, like a marriage or a friendship. A purple rose signifies enchantment and orange roses signify fascination. Yellow roses signify a steadfast love and friendship I think. The other colored roses, I don't know what they mean."
"What color roses do we have? What about carnations?"
"Not as pretty. We only have white and red roses. I think I would use white in this instance."
"Okay."
"Let me keep this dry until tomorrow. And what about you, Phineas? What would you like? A white rose or a red rose?"
"I'm actually going to bake cupcakes," Phineas answered.
"Okay. I'll help."
"Okay. I'd like the frosting on last."
"Ah, a secret message, perhaps?" Lawrence asked. Phineas nodded. "Very well."
I headed upstairs, changed, and went to bed as soon as my head hit the pillow, forgetting to do my teeth and face.
The next morning, I greeted a bloodshot Phineas, who apparently was so excited about Valentine's Day that he couldn't sleep.
After breakfast and morning stuff, I grabbed the white rose and Phineas grabbed the 31 cupcakes, each one having a letter or consonant on it. The message read:
WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE, ISABELLA?
"Brilliant Phineas!" I stated. "Be sure Isabella sees that?"
"Sees what?" Isabella asked, approaching us. Phineas closed the box with the cupcakes.
"See your… valentine…wish come true!"
"We'll see. Ferb, who's the rose for?"
"Well, I—"
"Hey, dweebs! Ferb, who's the white rose for?"
"It's for—"
"Oh, the bus is here! Sorry for interrupting, Ferb," Isabella apologized. "You were saying?"
"Never mind." I walked onto the bus. Every girl within four seats of me asked who the rose was for. I stated it was for a friend. Then every girl squealed and asked if it was for them. I shook my head no a lot.
When I got off the bus, everyone at school asked me who if was for.
"For a friend." I headed to my first period class.
"Hey, Ferb? Would you like to buy a chocolate for your girlfriend?" a person selling chocolate bars asked.
"No. I don't have a girlfriend."
"You don't have a girlfriend? Then who are you giving it to?"
"A friend." I walked in, talked to my first period teacher about arriving late, and went upstairs to where I thought Vanessa's first period class was. The teacher greeted me.
"Hello, Ferb. What's up?"
"Um, I was wondering, so as not to look like a fool, is Vanessa Doofenshmirtz in your first period class?"
"Yes she is. She sits in the back."
"Okay, thanks." I sat down in a chair that was unused by students and waited. It was 7: 18 when Vanessa Doofenshmirtz arrived. She was breathtaking! Vanessa had blue eyes and dark brown hair, which she tied up in a bun for today. Normally, she wears her hair long and freely down her back. She was wearing, and happens to be wearing every time I see her, a tight-fitting black leather coat, black long pants and black calf-high boots.
"I've got to drop something off to my science teacher. I'll be right back." The teacher nodded. Vanessa set her backpack and what could possibly be a purse on the table. She left. Shortly later, Coltrane came in, set Vanessa's items on the ground, and took his seat. I opened my mouth to tell him that was wrong, but closed it. She didn't sit there anyways.
Vanessa came back, grabbed her stuff, and moved to her seat. I waited a couple of minutes before I stood up and walked over to her. Twenty or so pairs of eyes were on me. I walked in front of Vanessa's desk and extended the rose to her.
I wasn't nervous at all. All I could see was Vanessa and I. "Happy Valentine's Day."
She gratefully took it, a smile approaching on her face. "Thanks. Happy Valentine's Day to you too!"
"Thanks." I headed to leave. I stopped in front of Stacy's desk. "See you later today." I left.
"He's a dawg!" I heard someone say. I smiled. Vanessa had accepted the rose. She said, "Happy Valentine's Day" to me and made my day. Whatever happened today wouldn't matter to me, because I was presently living on cloud 9.
Ferb: Beautiful! I wish it were true, though.
Me: It was true with me, only I was a senior, she was a junior. Anyways, next chapter will be Phinabella! Similar start to this story.
Phineas: Who's Phinabella?
Me: You'll see. R & R!