The sun rose slowly on that summer morning, shining its light on the houses lining the streets of Danville. Very few people were awake during this time, save a young man with a triangle for a head. This young man, instead of being in his soft bed, was hunched over a table littered with tubes filled with glowing liquids. Occasionally the man would jot down some notes with the pencil behind his ear but his soul focus was on the concoction in front of him.
"Hey Phineas." Phineas was so surprised by the voice coming from behind him that he dropped the tube in his hand, spilling a glowing blue liquid onto the floor.
"Oh Phineas I'm so sorry. I didn't realize—" Phineas held up a finger, telling her to stop. He then pulled out, what looked like a remote control, from his pocket. He clicked a button and, all of a sudden, the tube flew back to Phineas's hand along with the glowing blue liquid.
"It's okay Isabella," Phineas said, as he put the tube back on the table and turning to give his undivided attention to his girlfriend.
"I'm so sorry Phineas," Isabella repeated, backing towards the door. "I didn't realize you were busy. I'll just come back later."
"Don't be silly Isabella," Phineas said. "You weren't interrupting me. I was almost finished anyway. Good thing I had this device, though. It can move a person or object backwards in time for a few seconds, so no harm done. Anyway, what's up?"
"Oh, um," Isabella said, "your mom said breakfast was ready. Ferb and Vanessa are here too."
"Sweet," Phineas said, bolting out of his chair and out the door, leaving his girlfriend wondering why he was so excited.
"Hey Ferb," Phineas exclaimed, slowing his speed once he entered the kitchen. "Long time no see." Ferb just nodded in agreement.
"Married life is quite busy," his mother Linda agreed as she put a plate of eggs and bacon on the table. Phineas sat down in the chair right in front of it and began eating.
"Though we always try to make time to eat a meal with you guys," Vanessa said. "I'm not the best cook in the world and Ferb, I can tell, really misses you guys."
"Aw," Phineas said, his mouth full of eggs. Ferb just rolled his eyes and continued to eat.
"Hello Isabella," Phineas heard his mother say. Phineas turned to see his girlfriend had come into the kitchen. "Would you like some breakfast?"
"No thank you Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher," Isabella said. "I already ate."
"Are you sure," Linda asked. "I could make some pancakes or some toast."
"No it is quite alright," Isabella replied. "I need to get to work now anyway. Hey Phineas, do you want to meet up for lunch today?" Phineas eyes widened and he swallowed his food.
"Uh no," he said, tugging his ear as he said that. "I, uh, have plans for, um lunch. Oh, look at the time; I'm going to be late for work." Getting up, he quickly kissed his mother and girlfriend and rushed upstairs.
"What was that all about?" Isabella asked. Ferb sighed and slowly stood up.
"I think I know," Ferb said. "But I'll go check with him all the same. You just get to work Isabella. Your boyfriend will be good as new when you see him again later today." Isabella nodded her understanding, waved goodbye to Linda, and left the Flynn-Fletcher household.
"What is wrong with Phineas?" Vanessa asked her husband. Ferb smiled in response.
"It seems our little Phineas is nervous about something," he replied. With that, he left the kitchen to find where his step-brother had gone to.
"I have no time to talk Ferb," Phineas said when Ferb had knocked on his bedroom door. Ferb just rolled his eyes and walked in anyway. Phineas jumped in surprise. He was in the middle of changing.
"Yes you do," Ferb said. "You don't start work till eleven. Its only eight right now."
"I want to get there early," Phineas said.
"Why?" Ferb asked, watching his brother shift through a pile of dirty laundry for some socks. "It's not like anything is due. You already have your projects done. You told me you finished weeks ago. You actually don't even have to go to work anymore. So where are you rushing to, the jewelry store?"
"I need to pick up the ring before Izzy finds-" Phineas stopped shifting through the socks and looked up at his brother. "How long have you known?" Ferb smiled and threw a pair of socks that were on the dresser at his red-headed brother.
"Longer than you, that's for sure," Ferb said, chuckling. "I'm surprised you didn't ask me for advice."
"I wanted to do it on my own," Phineas said, sheepish. Ferb shrugged his shoulders.
"Understandable," he replied. "Do you need help now?"
"Maybe," Phineas said, sighing. "I have no idea how to ask her."
"Easy," Ferb said, shrugging his shoulders. "You just ask her."
"I know that," Phineas said, glaring at his step-brother. "But I want to do something amazing and spectacular for her. What did you do when you proposed to Vanessa?"
"I took her on a trip around the world and proposed to her on top of the Eiffel Tower." Phineas groaned and put his head in his hands.
"See," he said. "I need to do something like that but I have no idea what to do. I have…inventor's block." Phineas collapsed on his bed and Ferb tried to suppress a grin.
"If you want," Ferb said. "I could help you figure out something." Phineas looked up.
"Really?" Phineas asked. Ferb just shrugged his shoulders but Phineas knew what it meant and smiled. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," he said, running up to Ferb and hugging him.
"No problem," he replied, lightly patting the red-head on the back. "When do you need an idea?"
"By lunch time at least," Phineas replied, letting go of his brother.
"Done," Ferb replied. "You get the ring and I'll get the idea."
My second PnF fic but I put the first chapter on my deviantArt page and forgot about it. Oh well. I probably won't be writing too many A/N cause I tend to get carried away with them.
~AvatarRikki