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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Isabella's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Despite being terribly nervous, I had to ask about Phineas and get it out of the way. "So, where is Phineas, you didn't say"
(Clears thought) "Well you didn't ask, but he is staying at our grandparents' cabin. He drove behind the moving truck and when weather got bad, he decided to stay there for the night." He said, "he should be here around ten tonight"
There was something that wasn't quite right, but I couldn't tell what. This was fallowed by a long silence. Suddenly I realized he was the last one to speak so it was up to me to break the silence
"So, um how was Seattle." I asked, trying to change the subject.
"It was good, you know, rainy, but good." He said
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"What about school" she said, trying to coax him out of his old habit.
"Good"
"What about you. How have you been" she tried again.
His eyes shifted slightly and she was starting to think that she had broken through when he said "good"
"Come on Ferb, it's been years. Talk to me."
"He's more of a man of action" came a heart piercingly familiar voice from the doorway behind her.
She slowly turned around but the image was more surprising then the voice. Where she expected to see her Phineas, she saw a young man with long hair covering his eyes. Where she expected to see his bright striped shirt and cargo pants, she saw a grey striped shirt with a black hoodie and dark blue jeans.
"Good to see you Isabela" he said with a small smile as he entered the room and walked to a desk, he then put down a set of keys and picked up the pair that was already sitting there. "wish I could stay and chat but I have some interviews" he said as he walked out the door, as if saying goodbye to someone he saw every day.
She turned back to Ferb, who had watched this all with his normal demeanor.
"He must have left the cabin early this morning" he simply said.
"Is he trying to get a job" she asked, referring to his interview comment
"No he means sniffing out all the hangout spots for one he likes, most likely a gym, close bye."
This slightly bothered Isabela, and before she knew what she was doing, her mouth opened and she voiced her thought. "What's wrong with the back yard, you know, under the tree?"
"Things have changed, that's actually one of the things I wanted to talk to you about."
She knew immediately what he was talking about. "Phineas", it wasn't a question. It was an answer.
"Ya" then came another long silence.
It was during this second period of silence that Isabella realized what was wrong from the first silence. The room. It only had one bed in it, and it wasn't Phineas or Ferb's old bed. But the way Ferb's cloths were littered over it, it had to be his. "Were is Phineas' bed, come to think of it where is the rest of his stuff" only after she asked this did she realize how random she must have sounded.
Apparently Ferb thought she sounded rather random too, because he let out a soft laugh as he spoke, "he's going to be in Candace's old room, since she has a place of her own."
Something still felt off, but Isabella decided to let it go for now, "so you wanted to talk about change"
Ferb sighed, preparing for the prolonged use of his vocal cords, "yes and more to the point, Phineas. When we moved, it was like starting all over from scratch, it was hard on all of us but exceedingly so on Phineas, he started to invent less and less until he finally stopped, said he'd lost his inspiration. It took him to a dark place. He started shutting everyone out, starting with me. I later learned from somebody that he felt that without inventing he was worthless, like that's all he was." Ferb paused to clear his throat and let this sink in. after a moment he continued, " during freshman year I was home, sick in bed and Phineas was confronted by a rather large" Ferb paused, searching for the best word, "bully, and well lets just say Phineas came out of it with more bruises than the other guy. He was sent home early and I was the only one there. After extensive questioning, he opened up a little bit. The guy was picking on someone and Phineas got in the way, same old Phineas. After that he started acting weird and I was worried so I got on his computer. He had a tab open to the home page of the closest gym with the curser hovering over the word sparing. Like I said he began to open up but only to me, and even so it was months until he told me anything. He's been that way ever since."
Isabella sat quietly through Ferb's story which was concluded with a stretch of silence, until "that doesn't sound like Phineas" Isabella said in a whisper well she kept her eyes on the carpet between her and Ferb.
"Not the one you know, but every thing he has done or said has been driven by a fundamental core that is the Phineas that would sit under that tree with me in the summer." Ferb pointed out
Isabella said nothing, instead looked out the window at the tree Ferb was talking about, its leaves just as green as if it were still summer
"Why are you telling me this?" she asked as she continued to look out the window
"It's getting late" Ferb said and Isabella realized she could see the sun in the background out the window "tomorrow's Monday and I still have to finish unpacking, can we talk more after school tomorrow"
Sorry this took so long but I had to edit it a couple times, hopefully no one lost faith. If you did hopefully curiosity is strong enough. Thanks for reading
-Jedineutron22
