TyphloEruption here. I thought up of this drabble at twelve thirty. Anyways, Phineas and Ferb do not belong to me.
They think I'm oblivious. They all do. I am not oblivious, I'm just not…um.. ready to express it. I mean, who doesn't notice the lapses in her consciousness. Seriously, "You had me at grandchildren." A bit obvious that she has a crush. I'm just not ready to say the same. You can bait and bribe me all you want. You can't take a peep out of me saying that. If she can't notice how I help her everyday and respond only to her request, then shame on her. I also found some info from the Fireside Girls. They say she goes into 'Phineasland' almost every day, which I find creepy, but appealing. But no matter how much you beg, I won't say I'm in love.
The longer you stay shut, the larger the damage in the end.
That's not going to budge me.
I'm your conscience. I can make you feel guilty at the end.
Still not budging.
You see her. Almost every day you see her face. She wants to tell you, but she's too scared. You make the first move.
Nope nope nope.
In Paris, you could see the dismay on her face when the message couldn't be conveyed. Tell her. It eases both your minds.
Umm. No! Yes! No! Yes! Argh!
Okay I give. Yes, I'll tell her tomorrow.
Good.
I stepped out of my meditation on my bed and proceeded to go down the stairs. I found Ferb with a pile of small machines that didn't disappear. He had a helmet on with ominous lines pulsing on it. "Hey Ferb. What have you been doing?" I asked. He just shrugged and pointed at the junk pile. I nodded and said, "Testing our designs. So what do you have on now?" He said in his deep British accent, "Mind Reader and Conscience Helmet." Hmm, I thought. The voice did have a deep accent. My eyes widened in realization and shock. My mouth formed an "O" shape and shouted, "Ferb!" He just grinned and shrugged.
There you go. Hoped you liked it.