A/N: Me: My first PaF fanfic!
Arty: *sarcasm* I'm so proud.
Me: *steadfastly ignoring him* It was 9:45 and I couldn't sleep. Plus, I've had a tidal wave of plot bunnies for PaF, 'cause I recently started watching it.
Arty: I've had to listen to her natter on about that show-specifically, Ferb-every night since she's started watching it.
:Prompt-Jailbait:
This story starts with one simple action. I've done it, you've done it, you're second cousin's sister's best friend's uncle has probably done it. She tripped. And just like that, she fell for him. Totally unexpected, but c'est la vie.
He was jailbait for her, and she knew it. Far too young, and far too sweet. She really needed to stop thinking about him, but she couldn't help herself. Even her dad was beginning to notice those long periods of silence when she zoned out thinking about him. (I'm sure we ALL know how oblivious her dad is.)
She'd have to wait, and hold her chin up. Concentrate on other things. Once he turned eighteen, though, and was legally an adult, there would be no more waiting. He would be hers and she would be his. She would count the days.
End A/N: Me: *mimicking Ferb's British accent* Please read and review.
Arty: Oh, like people have to obey British accents.
Me: *serious* Yes. Yes, they do. (BTW, c'est la vie is French for 'that's life'. Edit: Thank you, readers, for telling me of the space in 'la vie'.)