Chapter 2: Feelings
Ferb's POV:
I am sitting quietly at a table in a corner of the school library, this being one of those rare moments where I was separated from my stepbrother. Most of these moments I would usually spend reading a book or sketching up something new.
That, however, was before I got into high school.
I flipped through the pages of my workbook quickly while continuing to scribble speedily upon each page, grunting in annoyance at the amount of assignments I had received to spend my weekend on.
Phineas still had an extra period of English Literature today, I on the other hand had no interest in that particular subject and therefore had no reason to hang around in class; which brings me back to the point where I am sitting here alone while patiently awaiting my stepbrother's return.
I yawned slightly, deciding to give myself a little break for completing a whole load of homework in that slow and torturous hour.
Now where on earth is Phineas?
I tore my eyes away from my book, shifting my gaze to the wristwatch on my hand.
He should be here by…by…wow.
I froze in my seat as my olive green eyes noticed someone vaguely familiar approaching my table, her long cocoa colored hair swaying gently at the rhythm of her long steady strides. I felt my heart rise all the way up to my throat with each step she took; was she going to approach me?
My hopes, of course, painfully sunk as she took a turn to the left, stopping at a bookshelf not far away from my seat to search for a book. There seems to be some awfully strong magnetism about her because no matter how hard I tried, I just can't look away. I continued to gawk at her in a most uncivilized manner; part of me was horrified but the tiny stubborn part of me didn't really care actually.
The beautiful stranger was dressed completely in black, succeeding in complimenting her smooth fawn-brown skin. She was wearing a black leather shirt with a belt fastened at her waist that managed to flaunt her curves perfectly with tight black leggings and boots to match.
Once again, the air was filled with the same annoying but yet romantic music while beautiful flowers spurted all around the girl; apparently Phineas wasn't the only one who had his own fantasy world up in his head. It was so much more intelligible this time; there was definitely no mistake about it as I continued to gaze distractedly at the older girl.
Ferb Fletcher was in love.
Vanessa's POV:
I heaved a small sigh as my midnight blue eyes ran over various books tiredly; what was I doing here in the library of all places on a Friday afternoon?
Oh right… I was going to spend the weekend with my dad.
The joy.
It wasn't that I hated my dad or anything, but it does somewhat bother me that my dad is in fact evil and has a cute little green platypus as his nemesis.
Yup.
Some normal genes I have.
I was sure that every kid in school would probably be having a blast right now, maybe watching a movie or even hanging out with their dates in the mall. Just look at this place, it was completely deserted!
Well, I stand corrected.
I arched my eyebrow in slight surprise as I caught sight of a boy slightly younger than me sitting alone in a quiet corner with a handful of books lying open in front of him. I had never seen him around before; he was probably one of the new freshmen. Even so, I couldn't help but to let a tiny smile escape my lips.
Looks like its only you and me in here today, freshman.
I began to make my way towards the boy, stopping just steps away from him to try my luck at the aisle fairly close to his table.
I can't help but to glance at the strange green-haired boy once in awhile; having the strange suspicion that he was watching me. I shook my head. That can't be right; his eyes were definitely locked onto his pile of books each time I gave him as much as a glimpse.
Ferb on the other hand was twisting uncomfortably in his seat; praying for her to not notice that he was secretly staring.
I decided to ignore my gut feeling, continuing my mission to locate the perfect book to spend my weekend with. Before I knew it, I was standing at the shelf right next to his table.
"Ah, perfect," I brightened up, reaching out to tug a book out from the dusty shelf.
Even after all this time, the freshman continued to remain as silent as ever.
Well, I can roughly conclude that he certainly wasn't the talkative type. That was good; this school definitely needed more people like him around.
Our eyes met. An awkward silence continued for a few moments before I decided to break it and to be on my way.
"How's it going?" I asked politely as I gave him a small smile, my eyes however focused on flipping through the pages of my book to ensure that it was in good condition.
…still no reply.
Once I realized that the boy wasn't going to say anything, I simply shrugged it off lightly, making my way towards the counter to get my book borrowed.
Normal POV:
Phineas had no trouble searching for his stepbrother in the library, his green hair and absolute silence made him stand out of the crowd. The orange haired teen was literally bursting with excitement, not even noticing that a dark-haired senior had just brushed past him with a smile on her face as he made his way to his brother.
"Hey, Ferb! Isn't it great? The weekend is finally here!" he grinned broadly at his stepbrother, longing to share his excitement with his best mate.
"Um… Ferb?" Phineas waved his hand in front of his stepbrother's face in slight worry; it wasn't like him at all to become this distracted.
Ferb seemed to snap out of his trance, giving his brother a slight nod to indicate that he was all right. No one could have ever guessed that behind his usual calm demeanor, Ferb Fletcher's brain was slowly but surely going to overdrive.
"SHE SPOKE TO ME!" he wanted to scream out to the world but instead of an overexcited boy skyrocketing all the way to the moon, all one could see was an emotionless and expressionless little genius that one would comprehend as unruffled and unperturbed in any way; even fearless, maybe, due to his lack of expression.
Yup, that was Ferb for you.
"As I was saying, do you have any plans for the weekend?" Phineas shrugged off his stepbrother's strange behavior easily, switching back into his usual bubbly mode. Ferb shook his head again, starting to stuff his books into his knapsack. "Great! We can work on one of your awesome blueprints then!" he grinned as the duo started to walk off. Ferb nodded before taking into consideration one tiny fact he had overlooked.
"Don't you have any plans with Isabella?"
"Ferbbb!"
Isabella Garcia-Shapiro sighed mainly to herself as she stared absentmindedly at the house just across the street. Even with the many other friendly neighbors she had, she always chose to look at this particular house.
Two boys her age could be seen under a big shady tree in the front yard with their pet platypus loyally by their side. They seemed to be studying numerous sheets of blue paper which were scattered all over the place, making their green lawn look more like a blue ocean. Even at this strange scene, her eyes were trained on only one person in particular.
Phineas Flynn.
He was her first friend the day she set foot in Danville.
He was her first best friend who she could always count on whether rain or shine.
He was her first crush who made her look forward to each day because she knew that a great day awaits her the moment she looks out the window and sees him smiling up at her.
And now, all she wanted was for him to become her first and last boyfriend.
Each day she spent with him only made her fondness for him grow stronger and stronger with every passing day. She had even been dropping off countless hints about how she felt about him since their childhood days but he was always oblivious to them even up 'til now. It didn't really bother her as much as she thought it would, just spending time with him even if it was just as friends seemed worth it to the love stricken girl.
She swung the Flynn-Fletcher's wooden gate open slowly, making her way into the lawn to as she made sure not to step on the pieces of paper to get to the pair.
"What'cha doing?" came along her infamous cat phrase as she smiled at them sweetly as usual, both hands clasped behind her back.
"Isabella!" his cheery voice made her heart skip a beat as he greeted her, with Ferb only giving her an acknowledging nod in response. "You sure came at the right time. Feel like doing anything special today?" he asked brightly, continuing to flip through the many sketches laid out in front of him.
The young teen's features lighted up slightly at this; was it going to be the chance she was waiting for? "Well, actually… I was thinking that maybe you and I could go check out that new movie…" she started, hoping that he would finally catch on to her true intentions. "Oh, you mean that new horror movie? Yeah Ferb and I would love to go!" Phineas cut in quickly, not knowing why he felt so nervous all of a sudden.
He so wasn't ready for this.
"Oh… Um… Seven then?" there was a tone of disappointment in her voice; today obviously wasn't the day.
Again.
Ferb raised his eyebrow at this; sometimes Phineas just needed to keep his mouth shut. "Seven would be perfect. And now-" he dismissed the matter completely, smiling at her with his usual smile that made her heart flutter as he continued chatting to Ferb about their next adventure.
Isabella simply smiled as she listened to him judge his stepbrother's blueprints in admiration, knowing that today was going to be like every other day. She always ended up turning one blind eye on the matter; always comforting herself that the boy simply wasn't ready yet.
I'll wait forever if it means that he'll love me back someday.
"Hey Candace."
"Hey Stacy," Candace Flynn sighed into her pink phone while she lay upside down on the couch in the living room, twirling a lock of her amber colored hair with her finger.
"How's Jeremy? Has he called you yet?" her best friend asked, worried at her tone. Candace is never down when speaking on her cell phone.
Head-over-heels-in love with Jeremy, yes.
Overreacting because of Jeremy, yes.
Scarily happy because of something Jeremy did, yes.
Panicking because of Jeremy, yes, yes and yes!
But never down because of Jeremy.
Something was wrong.
"Ugh, I don't even know anymore, Stace… I'm not even sure if he's the guy anymore," she replied miserably.
"WHAT??!!!" Stacy practically screamed into the phone, causing the latter's hair to be blown back as she flinched at the ear-splitting sound.
"Whaddaya mean he isn't the guy? Candace, the only guy you ever talk about with me is Jeremy Johnson. So why the sudden doubt?" she asked worriedly, her friend was definitely not feeling very well.
Maybe I should call 911.
"No, Stace, you don't have to go through the trouble of bringing me an ambulance…" she sighed again, easily reading her best friend's mind. "Then what is the problem?" she asked suspiciously.
"I dunno, Stacy… I like Jeremy and all-" she paused as Stacy corrected her sentence.
"Love."
Candace just had to smile; this was one of the million reasons why she loved Stacy to bits. "Okay, okay. I love Jeremy but it seems that he just doesn't want to take the next step with me. Yeah we go for dates and all but he still hangs out with other girls sometimes too, you know? I'm just not sure if he's serious," she poured out her feelings quickly. "Girl, you've obviously been thinking way too much," Stacy sighed in relief; thank goodness it wasn't as bad as she thought. Everyone in school knew that those two were meant for one another!
"Listen to me, Candace. Do you still want him to be the guy?" she asked seriously.
"Yeah…" Candace nodded.
"More confidence, girl! Do you still want him to be the guy?!!" she asked again.
"Yeah!" Stacy was starting to get her all worked up now.
"I said, DO YOU STILL WANT HIM TO BE THE GUY?!!" okay this was starting to freak her out just a little…
"YES I DO! I REALLY LOVE JEREMY, I JUST WANT HIM TO FEEL THE SAME WAY!" it was Stacy's turn to flinch as Candace's voice rang loudly into her ears.
"That's my girl," she managed a crooked smile, straightening her frizzled hair due to the deafening voice coming out from the little holes in her cell phone.
"To get your relationship to move up a notch, you have to step up on your game, Candace! It says so here in the latest issue of Teen Preen Magazine!" she urged in excitement. Candace simply listened, thoroughly stunned.
I've got to step up on my game?
-Chapter End-
Hiya. :D
First off, I'm really sorry for the long(?) wait and I'm also sorry for the fact that there obviously isn't a plot to this fic yet… == However I can assure you that I'm working on it!
Oh and to be clear there isn't going to be a lot of Perry x Doofenshmirtz action in this one, so once again, I'm sorry if I disappointed any Perry fans! My pea-sized brain is just unable to juggle so many plots as little as they may seem and squish them all into one story. :/
*Goes into a corner and mopes*
Anyway… Please review! Ideas are welcome if you feel like dropping them in, my inbox/review page is always open for suggestions! =)
---BlackisnotEMO
