NoV: This is the sequel to A Separate Phineas. Let me know if I should continue!

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I rolled nimbly across the hard floor and leapt to my feet. Phineas jumped over a folding chair and landed, straddling a girl named Emily, who had just fallen on her back on the floor. I made a running jump, just over Finny's arched back. Seconds later, he rolled off of Emily and they both took off in opposite directions, Emily running toward me. Emily jumped sideways, straight into me and I caught her, then dropped her. Then I ran and jumped into Finny, who caught and dropped me. Emily jumped over me and landed into a smooth somersault. Finny hopped up on my back and I fell forward into a crawling position. I lowered myself to the ground and rolled over on my stomach, on top of and then off of Finny. Emily very gracefully leaped and landed in the middle of myself and Finny.

Applause erupted from the dark recesses of the room. "Excellent work, guys!" our dance teacher, Dr. Zuckerman exclaimed. She stepped into the light surrounding the stage, pulling a strand of hair out of her face. "Now, who was your choreographer?"

Phineas and I, both out of breath and standing on the edge of the stage, pointed at a panting Emily. Our first dance project had been a free-range piece and Emily had wanted to try something called "Survival Dancing" or "Natural Reaction Dancing." Since Phineas and I were only freshmen and Emily a junior, we went along with her idea.

Yes, Finny and I had finally escaped the deadly clutches of high school and gotten accepted into a four-year college. Candidaes University was an hour's drive from our hometown. That meant, thank God, that we both had to move out of our parents' houses and onto the campus. We shared a dorm two blocks from the main classroom building and two miles from a grocery store and a strip mall.

I was the luckiest guy in the whole world.

After a lingering high school semester and a lengthy summer, Finny had managed to heal from his car wreck and get back to normal. That included his hair, which was now its natural golden blond color. He got his tan back, as well as his strength, his grace, and his love of sports, which, at the registrar's office, suddenly included dance.

"Very well done, Emily," Dr. Zuckerman praised. "I never thought you'd get these two off the ground," she joked, indicating Phineas and me.

Emily rolled her eyes when our professor turned around. She nimbly hopped off the stage, her skirt and brown hair flying up in the air, exposing her slender legs and creamy neck.

I saw that Finny was looking at her, but didn't worry about it. What did I care if he looked? At the end of the day, I was the one who got the share a room with him.

Finny jumped off the stage and I followed him. We headed out of the theater and toward the next building where we had speech class. We had worked on our schedules, trying to get as many classes together as possible. Unfortunately, we could only manage two out of five. After speech, I went to English composition, calculus and psychology. Finny went to remedial math, literature and philosophy.

Finny was chatting incessantly the whole five-minute walk to the English building. "So, I'm giving my speech today, right? You did check for errors, didn't you?"

"Yes and yes," I replied, adjusting my backpack on my shoulder. He had decided to write a short biographical narrative about his car wreck. I had been working on it all weekend.

We entered our classroom, commenting about the school's lack of parking spaces, just as our professor stepped up to his podium.

Professor Watts was a tall, brown haired man, who had less enthusiasm than Finny had an excess of it. "All right, for today, Phineas will grace us with his narrative." Professor Watts sat down and Phineas arrived at the podium.

Finny began to dramatically tell his tale about the car accident that furthered our romance. He didn't tell that, of course. As Finny's story went, he was in a coma for three months and woke up speaking fluent French. By the end of it, he had our normally mundane class riveted and speechless.

But, that's my Finny.