Ello there, what's this? Another Phineas and Ferb story from BroadwayFanGirl91? *gasp* the horror! Ah anyway, I thought of this today. I'm sure others have done it, but I wanted to do my own. It's about Ferb leaving England and starting a new life in America. That's all I'll say, please enjoy reading. XD

*******I made a change here and there. Biggest change is that Ferb is now 6 instead of 8. :) Thank you!*******

Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas and Ferb.

~ Ferb's POV ~

I watched as my father grabbed another one of our suitcases and placed it in the car. I clenched a plastic screwdriver in my hand, and looked back around me. My mum stood in the doorway with a man that she has chosen to be with, over my dad and me. It hurt to be considered second best in someone's life, but you know what? You get used to it after a while.

People think I don't understand what's going on, but I do. Not to be blunt, but I am a pretty smart six-year-old.

I know that my mum and dad haven't been getting along for a while. I blame the man that is now holding her around her waist. What I wouldn't give to have my spitball gun handy right now. His name was Mark, and he plans to marry my mum within the next month or so. He hates me, but I don't care, I won't ever have to see him again because I belong to my dad.

My dad fought for full custody and won. My mum never even showed up for the court date, so it was just going to be my dad and me. It hurt to think that my mum didn't care about me anymore, but I'm not going to say anything.

Mark yells a lot and it hurts my ears. I had to live with him and mum for a week and it was complete torture. He even hit me a few times because I was letting my imagination fly by building things. What kind of a person hits an six year old just because he's building a flying machine?

Now that my dad is here to pick me up, I know that things will be better. He never yells or hits me. I know that he loves me and that we're going to have a great life in America. I remember when my dad told me that that's where we were going. I didn't say anything, but I gave him a reassuring smile. He left for a few days ago to pick out a place to live and had just come back to England to pick me up. I'll miss my mum, even thought she may not miss me.

I heard her and Mark already talking about having their own baby. Am I that easily replaced?

My dad came over to me and sighed, "Are you ready to go, son?"

I nodded my head and stood up, still holding my screwdriver. My dad looked up past me, towards my mum and nodded at her,

"Have a happy life, Annie."

My mum folded her arms and tossed her emerald hair, "Just leave, Lawrence… leave and take that boy with you."

That boy? I thought, is that all I am to her? That boy?

My dad frowned and took my hand. He helped me get buckled in the passenger seat and walked over to the driver's side door. I peeked through the window to look at my mum once more. She looked kind of smug as she watched my dad get in. Mark walked back up behind her and laid a wet slobbery kiss in her lips.

I wrinkled my nose and turned away. I vaguely remember my parents kissing, but I'm sure my dad would NEVER kiss her like that. I continued to look out the window until they were out of sight.

"Sit down, Ferb I don't want you standing up on the seat."

I did as I was told and sat back down. I looked ahead and watched as my neighbor's houses disappear. I didn't know many people in this neighborhood. My only best friend was a girl named Adira. She's a pretty girl who would invite me over all the time and together; we would build and invent things. Her parents had always loved me as their own and had Adria invite me over all the time. Although, I had a feeling my dad had something to do with it as well. He hated to have me around when him and mum were fighting. Frankly, I hated it too and was glad to go over and visit Adria whenever I could.

Sometimes we would just sit together and talk. She was the only one that I could actually open up and spill out what was in my heart. Now that I have to leave her behind, whom will I talk to now? My dad? He has enough on his plate. I could tell that the divorce is taking a great toll on him. That last thing he needed was his six-year-old son adding more problems. So for now, I'll just keep quiet. I'm well known for being silent most of the time anyway.

We finally reached the airport, and it was definitely not what I expected. There were people walking around everywhere. Where could all these people be going all at once? My dad started unloading the trunk, so I hopped out and tried to help. He handed me my small backpack and took the rest of our luggage. I went to walk in, but he grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me back,

"No, no, Ferb stay with me. You could easily get lost in there."

I nodded and let him grab hold of my small hand. We walked in together, and the sight blew me away. There was much more people inside then there were outside. Seriously, don't these people have jobs?

My dad led me towards an area marked 'luggage carrier'. I assumed this is where most of our luggage will go and we won't see it again until we reached America. Once we reached the counter, a lady smiled at my dad and begun asking him questions. I let my eyes wander around this marvelous place. There was so much to see and do. I wish that I could see it all.

My dad let go of my hand, and started loading up out luggage. I continued to look around at everyone. Suddenly, I see this small girl with very long red curls. She looked almost like Adira, could it be she?

I started tugging on my dad's pants, but all he did was lightly scold me and told me to stop. I crossed my arms and sighed, I hate being ignored. I looked back at the girl, and still saw her standing there. My curious mind soon took over and I decided to take a closer look. I looked back up at my dad and started backing away.

Once I was past all the other people waiting in line, I dashed over to where the girl stood. As I got closer, I soon realized that she wasn't Adira. I frowned sadly and walked back over to where my dad was. That's when I noticed that my dad wasn't where I left him anymore.

I looked around nervously and didn't see him anywhere. I circled around and tried to look for his familiar face. I didn't see him anywhere. Soon I could feel a panic attack coming on. What if I couldn't find him in time? Would he go to America without me? Would I have to go back and live with mum and Mark? I saw an empty bench and decided to climb up on it and see if I could spot my dad.

Once I was up on the bench, I looked around frantically for my dad. Where could he have gone?

I heard someone call my name, "Ferb? Ferb where are you?"

I looked to where the voice was coming from and saw my dad rushing around the crowd. I waved my hands in the air to get his attention. As soon as he spotted me, he weaved in and out through the crowd and picked me up off the bench. He held me in his arms and hugged me tight while still mumbling my name. I hugged his neck tightly and hoped that he wouldn't put me down just yet.

My dad pulled back and looked at me sternly, "Ferb I turn my back for a second and you're running off. What were you thinking? Didn't I tell you to stay with me?"

I bowed my head shamefully and spoke, "I'm sorry dad…"

"Son this is a big place and it's easy to get lost in here. I need you to stay next to me and do what I tell you. I can't lose you, Ferb."

I nodded my head and looked sadly at him. I was truly was sorry; I never meant to worry him.

He looked at my face and his face softened. He smirked at me and gave my hair a good ruffle; "I just can't stay mad at you, old chap. I forgive you, but don't you ever wander off again from me, young man. Understood?"

I nodded my head and he gave me a kiss on my forehead, "That's my boy, now… we should get to security so we can make out flight in time."

He continued to hold me in his arm, and I didn't object. This place was looking kind of scary, there were so many people talking all at once, in different languages. They stared at me with ugly looks, and I ended up burying my head into my dad's shirt. I didn't like their looks. I always used to get those looks in school. The kids used to tease me because of my emerald hair. Having green hair is the only thing that I inherited from my mum.

Adira was the only one who accepted me as a human being. She would share her cupcake, crayons, paper and anything else she could with me. Soon enough, the two of us were almost inseparable.

I remember when I had to tell her about my dad and me leaving. She was sad, of course but also happy that I could start a whole new life in a new country. Our final goodbye was tearful, but we promised to keep in touch.

I felt my dad beginning to set me down, and I hesitantly let him. We were now in line for a place called 'bag checks'. My dad looked down at me, "They're going to check our belongings and our bodies for anything dangerous."

My eyes grew wide. They're going to check my body? Heck no!

My dad must've guessed my concerns, "Don't worry, all you have to do is just walk through that arch right there. But you will have to take your shoes off."

I looked down at my brand new shoes and frowned. I still didn't get why I had to get checked. I wasn't a threat to anyone, was I?

As soon as we reached the start of the line, we took off our shoes and put them in plastic bins. My dad took off his watch and jacket as well. A nice lady who was standing on the other side of the arch beckoned me to come forward. I looked up at my dad, who gave me a little push towards it. I passed through the arch and earned a smile from the woman. I watched my dad walk though and followed as we went to find our shoes.

I bit my tongue as I attempted to tie up my laces. My dad saw me struggling and helped me out.

"Don't worry, Ferb," he spoke, "you're getting the hang of it, soon you'll be able to tie your own shoe up."

I nodded and hoped that he was right. I was tired of people always tying up my laces when they came undone.

Once we had all of our stuff, we went into another area that had lots of seats and a lot of people sitting in the seats. My dad found two empty seats and helped me up on one. I looked around once more at all the people, texting away or sending emails from their laptops. I decided that someday, I was going to create something better then emailing and texting. Something that you could use to still communicate with someone, but in a way so you could see them. Wouldn't that be cool?

I soon heard a voice announcing something about a flight, and saw my dad stand up.

"This is it, Ferb," he spoke, "are you ready for adventure?"

I nodded my head and took his hand. After we got our tickets scanned, we walked down a rather long corridor until we reached the entrance of the plane. An airline lady greeted us as we boarded and searched for our seats.

Once we got to our seats, I was delighted to find out that I could have the window seat. I always wanted to fly, and now I finally get the chance to.

Once the plane was filled with people and closed up, I felt the plane starting to move. I grabbed my dad's hand and bounced around excitingly in my seat.

My dad chuckled at my excitement, "Calm down, my boy I know how eager you are to start flying."

I smiled up at my dad and turned back towards the window. I watched as we turned towards the runway and prepared to take off. We stopped moving and I could hear the engine revving up. Soon we started picking up speed. We must have been going a hundred miles per hour. Then the thought hit me, how on earth is this giant thing supposed to leave the ground?

My question was still unanswered, even as we began to take off from the ground. Soon I could see the tops of trees getting smaller, and different roads down below us. I was finally flying.

I felt my ears popping, but I didn't care. Soon we would be soaring high above the clouds.

My dad rubbed my hand, "Look at that, Ferb… look how small London looks from up here."

I saw what he meant. Big Ben didn't look so big anymore. I suddenly felt a knot in my stomach. London was the only home I knew; I've never had reason to leave until last week. I knew I was going to miss England, and who knows? Maybe dad and me will come back to visit. After all, my grandparents, uncle, aunt and cousins all live in London. Sadly, so does my mom and Mark. Maybe we wouldn't have to see them again, I don't think I could take it.

I watched as this magnificent city started to fade. I whispered a silent goodbye to my home country, and was ready to bid hello to my new country.

And there you go. I was going to leave this as a one shot, but maybe I should turn this into a story when Ferb meets the Flynn family. What do you guys think? I'm willing to do it! Well... let's see if I get any feedback for this first, eh? Thanks so much for reading. Review? P.S... this is my 30th story! Yayayayay!