Welcome World, to what will be the first chapter of a new story, none of you may now me but I have written fanfics for years, but this time it is new, let's see what will happen, alright guys? This is a Ferbella story, people taht don't like that pair you are welcome to read but if you are only going to flame and whine because it is not following the 'true' pairing... then my friend, you don't realize what fan fiction is for. Without ado, let's roll.
You know that part? That part of your sleep when you know you are sleeping, you have your eyes closed and you are right at the middle of waking up but you resist with everything you have, being lulled by peace and quietness?
That's one part I adore, being in so many different activities and groups can be devastating for one's sleeping habits so every second can count, especially since the girls continuously say that if I don't get enough rest I can become quite grouchy and they don't want an encore of the 'Izzylla Day' as they so humorously named, but right now nothing of that can reach me, I am free of all jobs and obligations, of homework and chores, of the daily life that have become so pressing.
Sighing once again I position myself a little bit better and hold tighter the soft cotton body pillow of my bed and smile while letting the sweet feeling of sleep carry me. Thank goodness for summer vacation rolling once more into Danville, I swear these periods of the year stretches indefinitely sometimes, just what I need, a little peace and adventure all rolled up in unforgettable days that will always keep us occupied and joined as a big group of friends.
Just that I am about to fall completely asleep once again the door of the room gets practically kicked open making me jump slightly and try to pry open my eyes, the fog still clings on my brain and I have to blink several times to discern any image, the only thing I am capable of recognizing is the color red.
"Hey Ferb! I know what we are going to do today!" the enthusiastic and full of pep boy (I'm starting to hate peppiness) practically shouts with excitement, oh right, is Phineas, he and his whole carpe diem motto of enjoying the summer days to the max.
Before I can say anything I release the mother of all yawns before trying to discern what was Phineas doing in my room, did he just ran from his house to wake me up with his catchphrase? And since when he calls me Ferb? Is usually Izzy or something like that… and my room is pink, why the walls are light green? That question was quickly answered when the arm I was sleeping over pushed me closer to the warm body it belonged to quickly making feel already warmer, although I'm sure that's because of the red rising on my cheeks due to the situation.
The right arm, the one currently not under my head rose up and gave Phineas a 'thumbs up' signaling that he heard and time was up for invention and craziness once again. Meanwhile, my brain was working full cylinders once again trying to remember how I ended in mister brit's bed. Oh, right, we were talking (truly talking), we were resting and without noticing we felt asleep… again.
I swear, I rest better at Ferb's side; I'll have to talk with mom and see if she lets me sleep here more, not that she will be happy with that idea, or even let me do it.
So, how again I ended up in this… sleeping arrangement let's say, with the usually laconic and master of silence that is Ferb Fletcher? Well, let me tell you a story.