I'm trying something a little different. Just a short piece meant to humour. If anyone has any pairs they would like to see, I'll try to put something together.
I don't own Phineas & Ferb.
A rainy Saturday afternoon in November Vivian and Linda were sitting in the local coffee shop. Phineas and Ferb were sitting at a different table not far away having their drinks and working on some sketches.
Isabella and Gretchen were sitting, at yet, another table chatting and drinking hot chocolates.
"Oh, it's so good to get the chance to get out of the house for a bit and just talk with friends." The girl in the pink dress said to her friend. "I agree. What with work and everything, we really need to make time for just 'girl talk'." The brunette said and both girls giggled.
"Did I tell you? I'm getting married." Isabella said as she leaned forward and grabbed the hands of her best friend. "No, you never said. To whom?" Her best friend played along. "Well, Phineas of course. We'll have 500 people there; I've got a large family you know. You can be my maid of honour and Adyson, Milly, Holly and Ginger can be my bridesmaids." Both girls giggled again. "What is your colour scheme going to be?" Gretchen inquired. "Pink of course. With rainbows and unicorns adorning the walls." The raven haired one replied.
Ms. Garcia-Shapiro looked across the coffee shop and sighed. "You know, Ferb will probably be his best man; and therefore you'll get to dance with him." She said. The shorter girl followed her friend's gaze. "He's too tall."
"Well, we're not getting married for a few years yet." The taller girl said. "That should give you a chance to grow."
"Time to go girls. Remember Isa, Gretchen has to sit in the booster seat." Vivian took the girls by their hands and walked out of the coffee shop. "You're eight!" Gretchen complained to her friend as they were walking out the door.
"I don't think I can be friends with those two." Phineas remarked. "They giggle too much." Ferb nodded in agreement. "Cool car Ferb. Can we build it?" The taller one shrugged. "Maybe one day."
