Hello, this is story was written because of Writers' Block for my story, Runaway. I need some ideas. So this came to me. I know there is a similar story in the archive, but you can't accuse me of stealing because I came up with the idea before I saw that fanfic. Here's how to send ideas:

1. Write a pairing - ex. Candace and Jeremy - and a word (or two) - ex. can also send a short summary that I may or may not follow.

2. Send it through review or PM. I need at least five reviews to continue.

Each chapter will be 1,000 words or less, probably much shorter. Here's the first chapter:

Ferbnessa- rose

Vanessa Doofenshmirtz was down-in-the-dumps. Feelings of regret still lingered around her break-up with Johnny. Monty Monogram had barely contacted her since their coffee "date"- except for a text message that read: let's meet up again... maybe? She had replied: maybe ;). But Monty had never replied, never called. Maybe it wasn't meant to be. After all , did she really want to date a guy who was basically a younger , mustache-free version of Major Monogram?

Suddenly , she heard the doorbell ring. Who could be could be coming to her house on this rainy Saturday afternoon? When she checked to see who it was, Vanessa found nothing but a bouquet of plastic-wrapped roses resting on the doormat. Roses? But from who? she thought. The roses were a rich crimson red and exuded a lovely fragrance. The thorns seemed to be shaved off. Inside of the plastic wrapped around the flowers was a small note. In green , flowing script was the word: Ferb.

Ferb? Who or what was Ferb? Then Vanessa remembered. Ferb was the green-haired boy she'd met at the blueprint store , the boy who never talked bout always gave her a dreamy gaze. Sure he was cute, but cute a little kid way. Ferb was twelve and Vanessa was sixteen, so his little crush could never happen. Well , maybe it could, someday. It was cute that he cared , though. Vanessa checked to see if the boy was hiding in the bushes but all that was left was sneakerprints left in the mud.

The next morning when Ferb went to get the mail, he found a rollled-up blueprint with a note attached to it. In small but neat print were the words: Thank you. All that was left of the note's mysterious sender were bootprints made in the damp ground.

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