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Title: The Downfall of Us All
Author: taylor-the-generic-opera
Written: 4/10/11
Category/ies: Phineas and Ferb, Glee
Description: Seventeen year olds Phineas and Ferb have never been truly separated, not since they had become brothers at age three. Now with Phineas off to Dalton and Ferb remaining at McKinley, there's no telling how this will turn out.
Chapter One – It's Complicated They had been close from the start. No, that was a lie. They had been brothers from the start. Ever since they were three, that's what they had been. They were rarely – if ever – seen without the other. Attached at the hip from the beginning, they were a team, forever and always.
Now, as they sat under that tree in the backyard, it finally dawned on them that it was all about to change. Come tomorrow, one would stay at McKinley High, and the other would transfer to Dalton Academy. The amazing team of Phineas and Ferb would be broken.
The shorter one had been packing all week. It would be a lengthy trip, much too long for him to come home every weekend. They both knew it, but no one bothered to say it out loud. It would be to strange, as if the finalization was too soon.
Ferb had stared at the new uniform as if it were an old gym sock. The dark blue blazer with the red 'D' logo patch, the white undershirt, the matching striped tie. It was such a contrast to the orange and white stripes he was so used to seeing his brother wear. It was too formal for what he considered his brother's taste.
Phineas let out a sudden sigh, interrupting the silence that they had created. The red-head looked over, his blue eyes wide. Even with the obvious on both of their minds, he still managed at least half of his normal 1000-watt smile. Ferb was almost in tears when his brother spoke the words that had made their childhood so legendary.
"So, Ferb, what do you wanna do today?"
Back when they were nine, ten, and even eleven, their summers had been filled with outrageous projects. They had defied all logic and done the most impossible things.
Now they were sixteen, and the simple words hadn't been spoken since the morning of their last project.
Ferb glanced up at the fence gate, half expecting Isabella to come through the gate, a smile on her face, and speak her old line. The voice was hauntingly fresh, and he could just hear the perfect tone she had inflicted upon the words. Her words. "Whatcha doin'?" But no. She had stopped that five years ago.
Looking to his black Converse, he shrugged without a word. That much hadn't changed; He still spoke on rare occasions only. He had grown with age, of course, and his style had changed. But he would only talk if he saw the need. He felt as if were the only link to his innocent childhood he would ever have. Phineas let out another sigh, though this one was stressed.
"Look…" he started, sitting up and resting his hands in his lap. "I know you're not excited about… tomorrow… but-" He was cut off by an angry glare from the taller of the two. The green-haired boy didn't want to talk about it, not one bit.
"Ferb, we need to talk about this. I know you're upset and don't want it to happen. I am too, trust me." Phineas rubbed his temples, trying to push down the coming headache.
They hardly spoke the rest of that day. Dinner was painfully silent. Their mother wanted to say something, but Candance – who was home from college to see Phineas off that week – wordlessly made her brush it off. This was Phineas and Ferb. They'd be fine.
The two fell asleep without saying a word.