"I'm Your Next Class President!"
Story Written by Freedom Fighter
Thanks to all of you who read the first chapter, and hopefully you came back for the second!
The end of the first chapter saw Adyson heading off to find herself a campaign manager. Whom do you think she picked?
Disclaimer: The characters of 'Phineas and Ferb' belong to Disney.
-
Chapter Two - I Know Who I'm Choosing! (04.04.11)
"It's Austin! Knew that... was just testing ya!"
[Adyson Sweetwater, actually does know the capital of Texas]
-
Later that day, at lunch, four of the members of Fireside Girls Troop 46231 were chatting it up. Isabella was doing most of the talking, already flush with ideas of what to do if she wins the election, and Gretchen, Ginger, and Katie were all ears. When they were not trying to pick at the stale square pizza slice or the hard peas and carrots on their lunch trays, that is.
"We should have a school spirit week!" suggested Isabella. "I know that's mostly reserved for high schoolers, but I think the idea can be adapted for us! Not that much has to change... I know everyone would gladly participate in a Pajama Day!"
"Here, here!" agreed Katie.
"So many awesome ideas!" exclaimed Ginger. "Are you going to be able to pull all those off?"
"Well," Isabella responded, "I suppose changing the school mascot to Mickey Mouse might be problematic... but everything else is totally doable with a little elbow grease and some positive thinking!"
"You can do anything you set your mind to, Chief!" Gretchen piped in.
"Hey girls!"
The greeting came from another member of the troop, one that Gretchen, Ginger, and Katie were happy to see. Isabella, on the other hand...
"Hey Adyson!" the trio greeted the newcomer to the table.
Adyson parked herself right across from Isabella. She was the only one of the group on that side of the table, as Gretchen was sitting to Isabella's left, while Ginger and Katie to her right.
"So I've got great news!" announced Adyson. "I'm running for class president!"
Isabella scowled at Adyson, while the others squealed with delight. Adyson seemed quite shocked at the reaction.
"Whoa! You mean... Izzy! You didn't tell the girls I decided to run as well?"
"It kinda slipped my mind," deadpanned Isabella, who now had her arms crossed over her chest. "As in I kinda was hoping you had a change of heart and dropped out like I originally asked you to."
"Sorry... no can do! I kinda have my mind set on a few changes I wanna make."
"Like what?" asked Katie, jumping up and down in her seat. "Like what?"
"Well, I haven't finalized everything yet. But I AM pretty sure none of them involve unicorns or fluffy rainbows."
"Ha ha," Isabella laughed sarcastically. "I'll have you know, Addy, that none of my campaign promises have either of those. Gretchen?"
Gretchen pulled out a stack of computer paper three inches thick and placed it on the table next to Adyson. The brunette grabbed a hold of the top page and got a quick sampling of Isabella's promises.
"You're really gonna promise ALL this?" Adyson asked.
"One hundred eighty days of school, one hundred eighty promises that are guaranteed to make our lives here better!" answered Isabella, before adding a caveat. "Though to be fair, that's only one hundred and forty-seven. Still need to come up with thirty-three more."
Adyson then looked at Gretchen.
"And when did YOU have time to type and print all this out? We're in the same class!"
Gretchen smiled, adjusted her glasses, and... said nothing. Even smart girls were entitled to their secrets.
"That's the beauty of having a campaign manager!" Isabella proudly boasted. "Gretchen's job is to make sure I stay on point and make sure I don't make a fool of myself. Not that I ever do, but it's nice knowing she's there to keep tabs on me. Accidents DO happen!"
"A campaign manager?" Adyson got a bit nervous. "That's... that's a great idea! Such a great idea, I... I... I'm glad I thought of it myself!"
Isabella smirked. Adyson was painting herself into a corner named 'liar' and Isabella was ready to call her out on it.
"That's right! You DID say this morning that you were off to get a campaign manager. So... where IS he, Addy?"
Adyson froze. Froze because she had a problem.
"Nuts!" she thought to herself. "Sure, I said I was going to get a campaign manager. True statement! Problem? I FORGOT TO ACTUALLY DO IT! What do I do, what do I do? I can't let Isabella get the upper hand so easily! Aren't fifty percent of elections a mind game?"
Isabella waited for a response, knowing she was about to claim victory in the first of what she expected to be many battles. Gretchen, Ginger, and Katie, on the other hand, were bubbling with anticipation, curious to hear who she had chosen.
"Quick," Adyson's brain told her. "Look around the cafeteria for boys, and pick one!"
Her eyes darted left, then right. They quickly found their first possible target. Django Brown.
"Django's cool and all... but people tend to forget he exists sometimes. Need someone whom a lot more people know..."
She scanned the room and came upon a second possibility. And her eyes laid to rest on the form of Buford Van Stomm.
"Buford. Everyone knows who he is. He's the school bully. Plus for reputation. But wasn't there that one nasty rumor going around that he has a crush on me? EEEW! Minus, minus, MINUS!"
More frantic searching via eye movement. For some odd reason, the next boy her eyes stopped on was...
"IRVING? Blech... I'd rather go back to Buford!"
"What's the matter, Addy?"
Adyson shook her head, tossing her brain back out of the conscious plane upon hearing Isabella's voice, which snapped her back to reality.
"Well?"
The clock was ticking. Isabella was getting impatient. Adyson did not want to admit defeat, but as she turned her head left and right in one last desperate attempt to find a suitable candidate, it seemed that all hope was lost.
And then, at the very last moment, she saw HIM walking towards her, lunch tray in hand, ready to join the girls at the table.
Oh, and Ferb was with him, too.
"Phineas!" she shouted. "Phineas is my campaign manager!"
"What?" Phineas looked surprised.
"What?" Isabella screeched, jumping to her feet.
"WHAT?" yelled everyone else in the cafeteria, most of whom had no idea what they were objecting to in the first place before they all calmly took their seats and resumed eating.
Adyson stood up, calmly strutted over to Phineas with a flirty smile on her face, and inserted her left arm in-between his right arm and his body, interlocking them in the process.
"Like I said," Adyson repeated herself, "I want Phineas to be my campaign manager."
"Phineas," Isabella gazed deeply into her redheaded crush's eyes, "please tell me you didn't agree to campaign Adyson's bid to become class president?"
Phineas took a quick second to note the looks on Adyson's face, then Isabella's. When he observed that they were the same - both were giving him their best imitation of a puppy pout - he decided on how to respond.
"No. No, I didn't."
Adyson's jaw hung wide open, stunned into shock. Isabella sighed with relief, but inside her head she was imagining dancing happily as if she were high on jelly beans.
"But now that I think about it..."
Both girls snapped back to life, as Phineas began to sway in Adyson's favor.
"Running a campaign, creating and passing out fliers, and becoming interwoven in the webs of politics? It sounds like fun!"
Phineas then turned to his stepbrother and said the magic words.
"Ferb, I know what we're going to do! And... the day after that, and the day after that, and... okay, every day between now and the election. But the point is..."
"Please don't say it," Isabella begged, though her voice was so low that no one heard her.
"We're going to be Adyson's campaign managers, and we're gonna help her become class president!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Isabella's scream lasted a good ten seconds, so when it finally ended, it was no surprise that all activity had come to a halt because of it. The entire cafeteria had become so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
"Done?" Adyson asked. "Because my campaign manager..."
Ferb coughed, reminding her that Phineas said they would both help her.
"...managers and I need to do some brainstorming!"
Adyson picked up her tray and motioned for Phineas and Ferb to follow her.
"C'mon... I see an empty spot over there."
Adyson and the boys walked away, them taking their trays as well, and as soon as Isabella noticed that she wasn't looking back at her, the plucky troop leader despondently slammed her head down onto the table.
"So glad I don't have to pick between you two," Katie said.
"Lucky you, you fourth grader!" chided Ginger.
Katie got up with her tray and walked away, supposedly to go find some of her classmates to spend the rest of lunch with. Ginger then turned her attention back to Isabella, who still had her head down on the table. Gretchen was patting Isabella on the back, consoling her friend.
"Don't worry," Gretchen told her. "Just because Adyson has Phineas and Ferb on her side doesn't mean she's automatically gonna win."
"You're missing the point!" Isabella lifted her head back up. "This is Adyson we're talking about. Spending time with Phineas! MY Phineas!"
"Didn't we go through this last summer?" questioned Ginger. "I remember Adyson admitting she didn't like Phineas that way, and Milly taping fruit to the front of her shirt. That did happen, right?"
"I know Adyson doesn't like like Phineas, but she'll fake flirt with him anyway just so she can make me jealous! Because she likes to stir things up!"
"Just ignore her," suggested Gretchen. "Don't let her get to you."
"I know Adyson pretty well," admitted Ginger. "You don't pay any attention to her, she'll leave you alone."
"Besides, is Adyson really that popular? You think she can get twenty-five signatures by Friday?"
Gretchen then presented Isabella with her nomination packet, and turned it to the student signature page.
"And you have most of our class already. You're more than halfway..."
Gretchen stopped when she noticed something strange. She quickly pointed the oddity out to Isabella, and then they both turned to look at Ginger.
"Ginger," Isabella told her, "you know you're supposed to sign with both your first AND last name, right?"
She pointed out to the Asian girl that she had only signed her first name on the paper.
"Right!" she gasped. "I have one of those, don't I?"
To be continued...
