"What? We're going to Summer Camp?" I yelled at Phineas. If you don't know who I am, my name is Rox Ariole, a twelve year old kid who likes to hang out with my friends Phineas and Ferb. I met them a few months ago when I transfered to Danville Middle School, the Danville in California. I live right across the street from them, in a fairly nice house.
"I said, we took an invitation from Irving and are going to the woods for a week," Phineas said, showing me a flyer of the camp.
"Oh, Irving, again?" I sighed.
"You really don't like Irving, do you?" he asked.
"No, no I don't. But why are you guys going?" I asked.
"Because our parents are going to be out of town, and Candace is at Tokyo with Stacy and her family, and they didn't want us to be alone by ourselves," Phineas said.
"Why don't you guys just stay here and we could just watch over you?" I asked, really not wanting to go.
"We said that, but our parents won't listen to us, since we're "too young"," he said, which I could understand, since they did burn down their house during one of their projects and they had to rebuild it.
"But why do I have to go with you guys?" I asked.
"Because, the only person we will probably know is Irving, and he's REALLY creepy, you know what I mean?" he said, which I could understand.
"Argh, fine. But only because I don't want you two by yourselves with that stalker," I said, as I pinky promised.
"Thank you," he said, "But also, I just remembered that Baljeet is going too," he said, which just turned my world upside down.
"WHAT? That little nerd-athon freak?" I yelled, which almost half the neighborhood could hear, and also Baljeet, who just "happened" to have heard it. When he was about to turn, I took Phineas and Ferb, who I almost forgot was there, into my house.
Phineas' POV:
As Rox took us into the house, I asked, "Is Baljeet really that bad?"
"Seriously? You don't even know him. I've known him for only a few months, and I have to say that he's about as annoying a person as you can get. He thought I was smart, so he signed me up for the decatholon, when I was always copying your answers. Now, since I lost him the decatholon, he nags me about losing the decatholon thing for him," he yelled. Rox had brown messy hair, which he only combs during important occasions, and wears a orange shirt with an "X" on it, from his name, and black shorts. He wears an ankle bracelet on his left ankle, which I still don't understand why.
I thought for a moment, then said, "But wouldn't that be your fault, since he chose you, because you got the second highest grades? Anyways, try to enjoy it. They have a pool, an arcade, foosball, air hockey, basketball, ping pong and what not," I said.
"Really? Awesome. I haven't played pool since I lived in Sonoma. Where is this camp?" he asked. I was rather happy that he was interested in the camp, since it was nearby his old home.
"In woodland area nearby Sonoma County," I answered, which brought his spirits up.
But he ran off for a moment and came back with luggage for the week. "Ok, when are we going?" Rox asked.
"How did you pack so fast?" I asked.
"Never understimate the skills of the son of a postal shipper," he said.
"What does that have to do with anything packing?" I asked.
"It just does, ok?" Rox answered.
"But don't you have to tell your parents that you're going to a summer camp for a week?" I asked, which he had forgotten.
"Oh, shoot. I forgot. Wait for me in the front yard," he said as he ran into the kitchen.
"Wait, it doesn't start till noon," I yelled, which he didn't hear. "Oh well, so Ferb, what do you want to do for an hour and a half?" I asked, as Ferb stuck out his pointer fingers, and hit my pointer finger. "Oh, ok. I guess you really are a "man of action", huh Ferb?" I said as we played chopsticks.
Rox's POV:
I ran into the kitchen as my mom was sitting reading the newspaper. "Uh, mom?" I said.
"You can go," she said, which surprised me.
"How did you know?" I asked.
"Mothers just have that instinct," she said, as I looked up to see a security camera. When I noticed that, I looked in the other room to see two other security cameras, one nearby the computer, and one by the door.
"Mom, can I just say this honestly?" I asked.
"Sure, what do you want to say?" she replied.
"You are a stalker," I said plainly, but before I knew it, my mom grabbed me and started giving me nuggies.
"What did you say, punk? And about your own mother?" she asked, as she tried to suffocate me.
"I-ahh so-sorry," I tried to say, but I was about to lose all the air in my lungs when she dropped me and I fell to the ground, gasping for air.
"Fine, just get out of my sight," she said, as I saluted her and got myself out of there as soon as possible.
But I stayed behind a wall, out of range of the security cameras, as I heard my mom talk to my dad.
"You okay, honey?" my dad asked.
"Honey," my mom said, "Our boy is growing up," as she started to sob.
"Yes, yes he is," he said as he comforted her.
I left and went outside, to see my friends playing chopsticks. "Really? Chopsticks?" I asked.
"What? Do you have something against chopsticks?" Phineas asked.
"Yes, yes I do. Anyways, where is the bus?" I asked.
"It comes at twelve," Phineas said, which made me upset.
"You sure about that?" I asked, hoping it came earlier.
"I'm pretty sure we'd be sure if we said what we said," Ferb implied.
"What did you say?" I asked, not understanding what he said.
"Uh, nevermind," Ferb said.
"What my step-brother meant is that it isn't coming till twelve," Phineas said.
"Isn't that in an hour in twenty minutes?" I asked.
"Yeah," Phineas said. "So, what do you want to do?" he asked, showing his pointer fingers.
"Fine, but no more ganging up on me, okay?" I asked as I started playing.
An hour and twenty minutes went by as we were woken up by too familiar voice. "...You call this someone who's been in the decatholon? This is disgraceful."
"Shut up, Baljeet!" I yelled, as I noticed that the bus had come. "Wake up, guys," I said as I tried to wake them up, but then shushed by someone.
"Don't wake them up yet. I'm taking a picture of them sleeping for the weekly blog," Irving said, as I just pushed him aside and woke the two step-brothers up.
"Huh, what happened?" Phineas asked, as his view was obstructed by Irving's face.
"Argh, this is why I came. I can't leave you with THAT for a week," I said, as I helped bring their stuff into the bus.
Ferb's POV:
The bus ride was a long one, as I was fixing my laser watch. Phineas and Rox had fallen asleep, Rox so frustrated by Irving that ran out of fuel and collapsed. Phineas followed into the dream world as he fell asleep soon after. Irving spent half an hour taking pictures of Phineas and I until he finally stopped bothering us. Baljeet has been studying ever since we got into the bus, though I don't know what he's studying. The bus driver said that it will only be fifteen minutes left, though I doubt that with the traffic coming, that we will be there anytime soon, so I'll just go to sleep and wait for something to wake me up.
Rox's POV:
"AH!" I screamed as I awoke from my dream, as everyone turned around to stare at me. "Oh, sorry," I apologized.
"You okay, Rox?" Baljeet asked, which kind of surprised me, since I didn't think he would be the first to ask if I was okay.
"Yeah, just had a weird dream," I said. But what was with that dream? Who were those people? I thought to myself, but just decided to forget about it.
When I turned back to my seat, I realized that I had woken up Phineas and Ferb. "Oh, hey guys. Sorry about waking you up."
"It's okay. I was about to wake up anyways," Phineas said, as Ferb didn't reply.
Phineas' POV:
That was a weird dream I thought to myself as I just shook it off as I realized we were leaving the bus. "Wow, that was fast. How long were we asleep?" I asked.
"Two hours, eleven minutes, and forty two seconds to be exact," Irving said, as Rox punched him.
"You really are a stalker, aren't you?" Rox asked, as we left the bus.
"Hey, nobody punches Irving, well, except the goverment, the public school association, my brother, bullies, and every girl I met!" he yelled.
"What was that trying to prove?" Rox asked.
"Argh, you win for now, but mark my words, I am the ultimate fan of Phineas and Ferb, well except for the creator of this fanfic," Irving yelled as we left him.
"Welcome to Summer Camp, Rox," I said.
"This place looks okay, not somewhere I would want to live, though.
"Totally agree. Hey Rox, do you want to see the pool table?" I asked.
"Sure, we can leave our stuff there, right?" he asked.
"I don't think they'll care that much," I said, as both of us and Ferb ran up to the recreational area. There were five ping pong tables in one room, a giant arcade made up of a room the size of five ping pong rooms, three air hockey tables, four foosball sets, and two pool tables.
"Wow, impressive," Rox said as he immediately ran into one of the rooms and took a pool stick.
Rox's POV:
I ran into the pool room and immediatly took a stick and set up a game. "Hey, do you guys want to play?" I asked Phineas and Ferb.
"Sure, let's play," Phineas said as he and Ferb walked into the room.
"Let's play one against two. You and Ferb against me," I said.
"No way, you'll lose," Phineas said.
"You sure about that? Huh? Huh? Huh?" I asked.
"Fine, but you break, okay?" Phineas said.
"Okay," I said as we started the game. I broke and set up a few shots after hitting a striped ball in.
"Okay, you're stripes," Phineas said, as I shot two balls in and put the shooting ball right next to another. "Oh, come on, at this rate, you'll win without us even playing. You may be the best pool player here," he said.
"You sure about that?" someone from the other table asked as she came up to us.
"You think that you can beat me?" I asked her.
"Yes, yes I do. Also, do I know you?" she asked Phineas.
"I don't think so, why?" Phineas answered.
"Okay, one on one. I'll even let you break," Rox interrupted.
"Okay. Let's start right now. Also, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is...
That's the end of the Prolouge. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my new story, Summer Camp Rox.
