Hey guys! I've decided to write my first chapter fic for the Phineas and Ferb fandom, and its Bujeet, because we need a little more of that in the world. Can you say OTP?

I apologize in advance for the OC. I promise he won't be one of those annoying ones that hook up with one of the characters to create jealousy and sexual tension. I hate OCs. But the story demands it!

Hope you guys enjoy! (And, as a warning, I've completely disregarded Buford's parents from the show and made my own because I can't actually remember them. I'll base his mother off what I've seen from other fics, hopefully she'll turn out accurate?)

Also, the statistics I included are for my country, I think. But whatever, they don't have to be accurate.

WARNING: slash, boy love, guy on guy. Don't like it, don't read. Mentions of rape.

Disclaimer: if I actually owned anything, we all know Phineas and Ferb would be together. But alas~

Enjoy!

Xoxoxo

Buford Van Stomm's day went from bad to utterly shit in five minutes flat. He'd woken up late and had to hurry to get ready while his friend/nerd/enemy, Baljeet Rai, tapped his foot impatiently in the doorway of his bedroom and checked his watch. They'd had to walk rather quickly to make it to school on time, and when they'd finally arrived, they learned they were having an assembly instead of first period. It annoyed both boys. Baljeet because he was missing out on precious school time, and Buford because he was missing the only subject he actually enjoyed- P.E.

For Buford, this was only at the crappy stage. It was only when they sat down in the assembly and the guest speakers began their little presentation that everything went downhill. Buford was sitting smack bang in the middle of the hall, Baljeet on one side and Phineas Flynn on the other. As the speakers organized everything and began introducing themselves, Buford pulled a scrap piece of paper from his bag and tore little pieces off, flicking them at Baljeet every few seconds. The smaller boy's fists clenched, but he said nothing.

This continued for several minutes, until the Indian 16-year-old turned to face Buford with a glare and hissed, 'would you pay attention for once?'

'Why?' the larger boy smirked, flicking another piece and grinning in satisfaction when it landed in Baljeet's curly black hair. 'They're only talking about...' he paused, tuning into the speaker's voice so he could finish his sentence.

'Rape, you imbecile,' Baljeet supplied, rolling his eyes. 'They are talking about rape and how to try and prevent it. If you had any sense of decency, you would shut up and listen.'

Buford paled visibly, and to Baljeet's surprise, he closed his mouth and began to listen intently. The woman up the front, who had introduced herself as Beverly, was pointing at the large screen which was showing statistics. 'As you can see, around one in every four women are sexually assaulted or raped,' she was saying. 'This is a horrible thing, and we have to start putting steps in place to prevent it occurring.'

The assembly lasted for an hour, and when the teens were finally let go, Buford headed towards the gym. 'Its second period,' Phineas told him with a frown. 'You don't have P.E.'

'Does it look like I give a fuck?' the larger boy snarled, stalking off. Phineas glanced over at his step-brother, Ferb Fletcher, and Baljeet, confused. Buford was usually snappy, but not to this extent.

Buford didn't bother going inside the gym. He walked behind it and into his favourite hiding place, a small area enshrouded by trees with a fence on one side and the gym on the other. He sat down on the damp grass, not caring his pants were getting wet, and tried to control his breathing. He was mad. Hell, he was furious. 'That goddamn, stupid fucking...' he gritted his teeth, and pulled out his phone. Over the years, Buford had found that talking to complete strangers about his problems was much easier than confiding in a friend. He wasn't a very trusting person by nature, and the only person he would really consider close to him was Baljeet, and he was pretty sure the shrimp only put up with him because he was scared of getting a beating. Buford had found a over-the-phone counselling service years ago, and it was their number he dialed now.

'Welcome to the Teen Help Line,' a smooth female voice greeted him after a few rings. 'Is this your first time calling?'

'Nah, its Buford Van Stomm,' the large boy grunted, running a hand through his short brown hair.

'It's nice to hear from you again,' the voice told him. 'I'll just connect you to your usual counselor.'

There was a click, and there was a long pause. Finally, Buford heard, 'hello, Mary speaking.'

'It's Buford.'

'Buford! It's been a while since you've called,' the boy could hear the smile in Mary's voice. 'How is everything?'

'Fine until today,' Buford muttered. He heard a rustling in the leaves of a nearby bush, and glared over at it. He was sick of the damn stray cats always following him around whenever he came to this place. 'We had an assembly today, about rape.'

'I see,' her voice turned sympathetic. 'I'm assuming this brought up bad memories?'

'Not only that,' he gritted his teeth. 'The damn bitch could only talk about her own goddamn gender. Not one fucking word was mentioned about how guys can get raped as well, not one fucking statistic put up there. I did not go through what I did just to have my situation ignored by the larger public.'

'I understand,' Mary said softly. 'Most people don't realize that males, especially young boys, are at risk too. Probably because most men won't come forward about it.'

'Don't start this again,' Buford rubbed his forehead. 'I've said it a million times, I'm not telling my mother that her ex-boyfriend raped me. She got rid of him, I never have to see him again. Everything is fine. I can't let people know about it. People in my school are ruthless, can you imagine the kind of shit I'd get if it got out?'

'Buford, I realize that you feel ashamed about what happened, but-'

Buford stopped listening. The rustling had gotten louder, and his eyes widened when a boy stepped out from behind the large bushes, instead of the cat he was expecting. Dread yanked at his stomach, making him feel like the world had dropped out from under him. There was no doubt this guy had heard everything. 'Shit,' he groaned, snapping his phone shut. Trying to put on a brave face, he sneered at the kid. 'What the fuck do you want, loser?'

Chris Fraser only smirked and sauntered over to lean against the tree directly opposite him. The blond boy was roughly the same size as Buford, but with a meaner face and a vicious attitude. He was the most feared in the entire school. It should have been Buford, really, but Buford only really picked on Baljeet, and even then, he was pretty tame about it. Chris bullied anyone who even looked at him funny and was not afraid to start throwing punches. He was the worst possible person to walk in on Buford confessing his darkest secret. 'Well, well, well,' he snickered, earning a glare. 'I never took you for a fag, Van Stomm. Took a fancy to mummy's boyfriend, did you?'

'You shut the fuck up, Fraser,' Buford counted to ten, trying to rein in his anger using the techniques he'd learned from Mary and the help line. His fists clenched in his lap. 'Or I'll punch your ugly face in.'

'Oh will you now?' Chris let out a humorless chuckle. 'Because it seems to me, Van Stomm, that I have the upper hand here. I was wondering why the fuck you were hiding behind the gym all the time, and now I finally have my answer. You so much as touch me, and your secret is out, fag.'

Buford exhaled slowly through gritted teeth. The techniques weren't working. The only reason he wasn't beating the shit out of this kid was because of the threat. For the first time in a long time, Buford felt fear. Fear that everyone would find out and judge him. His reputation would be annihilated.

'Ahh, see? I knew you'd see it my way,' Chris beamed at him, but it was sarcastic, making Buford's fear go up a notch. 'Actually, this is rather perfect. I've been watching you and that foreign nerd for months now, and I've been wanting to do something to humiliate the both of you. You're a disgrace to bullies everywhere, you know that? That kid isn't even afraid of you anymore. You actually allowed him to get close to you, and looks like you two match, cause he's a little fag as well.'

'Baljeet?' Buford frowned slightly.

'Yeah, him. He wants your ass, Van Stomm,' Chris sneered. 'Although I hardly see why.'

'Don't fuck around, Fraser,' the brunet growled. 'Shrimpy hates me.'

'I didn't say he was in love with you,' came the snorted reply. 'All I said is he's attracted to you. Or is that too much of a big word for you to understand?'

'Shut it,' Buford hissed.

'Oh, this is too perfect,' the brunet could almost see the cogs whirring in Chris's tiny brain. 'Alright, listen up, Van Stomm, I've got a mission for you, and you're going to do it, or I'll tell everyone about your little secret.'

Buford fought back a snarl. He couldn't believe this guy was actually blackmailing him. 'What kind of fucked up mission could you possibly think up?'

'You're going to seduce Baljeet Rai,' the blond leaned forward, grinning ear to ear in satisfaction. 'You're going to make him fall in love with you, and then you're going to break his pathetic little heart.'

Xoxoxo

Short chapter, I know, but I felt like I needed to end it there. Plus, SLEEP.

I must go grab a slice of cake first, though. Mmm, cake.

Reviewers get a slice!