Hello readers! Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed! XD Glad everyone seems to like this...

GaliCat: lol... well, Candace's reaction will be in the next chapter. This chapter is pretty loooong.

Lummie: PIZZA! Yeah, the story will be mostly Ferb's pov, but I'll add some Lawrence pov as well.

leafs nation: Thank you so much, and you're about to find out. :)

thewolfstar: *que fanfare* introducing, Phineas Flynn! And I hope to explain the Love Handel thing soon as well...

pnffan: Your welcome, and thank you. XD

MrsFerb Fletcher-inator: I know, poor Ferb. But soon he'll have Phineas around allllllll the time.

Okay thanks guys, oh, I don't own P&F blah blah blah...


~ Ferb's POV ~

I awoke to the sound of birds singing by my window. I let my eyes flutter open and then back to closed. As I curled up tighter underneath the covers, I felt the sunlight beginning to peek through. I peek one eye open and find my hair in the way. Being too lazy to flip it back, I pulled the covers over my head and begin the task of falling back asleep. As I started dozing back to dreamland, I could feel someone's warm hand on my shoulder. I knew it was dad, but i tried to ignore his touch.

"Ferb," my dad spoke soothingly, while rubbing my shoulder, "come on it's time to get up. You have school today."

School? Oh yeah, that's right. I have to start an American school today... what a bore. I already read and write a grade above my level. My teacher in England knew that, and used to give me harder work to do. What if the teacher here ovewhelms me with easy stuff? Well, best way to find out is to get up and going I guess. I pushed back the covers and sat up. I looked sleepily at my dad and gave him a thumb up.

He ruffled my hair and stood, "Get dressed, I'll... make us up some breakfast."

I rasied an eyebrow. I believe what dad meant to say, was that he's going to burn some toast and overcook the eggs. I just smiled as I watched him leave and hoped that he wouldn't pack lunch for me.

After I made my bed, I pulled out what I wanted to wear that day. It was somewhat chilly, so I settle on a pair of jeans, a green long sleeved shirt and a orange pullover sweatshirt. After I stuck a pair of socks and shoes on, I darted for the bathroom. I climbed up the small stool we had in there and looked at myself. I still looked sleepy and my hair looked like a rats nest.

I grabbed a brush and began working on brushing my hair. After etting out all the knots and watching my hair still go askew, I grabbed my toothbrush and some toothpaste. While I was brushing by teeth, I flipped back some of my hair to take another look at the scar my mum left me. It was faded, but I could still see it. I placed my hair back in place and decided to take a look at where Mark struck me. I pulled up my shirt and turned around so my back was facing the mirror. There was still a bruise from whatever Mark hit me with, but at least it wasn't red and welted anymore.

I heard my dad call, "Ferb hurry up, breakfast is ready."

After I rinsed out my mouth and splashed some water on my face, I raced down the hall until I reached the stairs. I climbed aboard the banister and let myself slide down until I reached the bottom. I then darted into the kichen and climbed up on one of the chairs. My dad smiled at me as he set a plate of food in front of me. As I expected, the toast was black and the eggs looked crunchy from being overcooked.

I glanced up at my dad, who shrugged his shoulders, "I'm sorry, Old Chap. I'll let you buy your lunch today."

Ferb pocked his food and sighed, "Maybe you could get some cereal next time."

"Agreed, but for now let's eat up. I have to get you to school and then I have to meet the movers at the shop I bought. I should be able to open up shop at the end of the week, how does that sound?"

I painfully gulped down a bite of the toast, and gave him a thumb up.

After we ate, I ran upstairs and grabbed my backpack that had a few school suppiles that I brought from England. Once we were out the door, my dad took my hand and we began the walk to school.

Lucky for me, we only lived about a block away from it. Who knows, my dad may even let me walk here bymyself someday. When we reached the front of the school, there were kids everywhere. Kids running around, kids kissing their parents goodbye and kids playing together in small goups. I gripped my dad's hand tighter and hid myself behind his leg.

He squeezed my hand and smiled down at me, "Everything's alright, son. Now let's get inside and see about enrolling you."

As we walked, I noticed some of the kids stopping to stare at me. What? Have they never seen a new kid with green hair before? I guess not.

After we walked inside, my dad led me over to the door that was marked 'Principal'. He knocked on the door, and a friendly voice replied,

"Come in."

My opened the door and walked inside with me. A nice lady was sitting at a desk with a huge stack of paperwork in front of her. She glanced up at us and smiled,

"Ah, Mister Fletcher so nice to see you again."

My dad smiled, "Hello, Mrs. Hope this is my son, Ferb."

She smiled down at me, "Well hello there, Ferb. Are you excited to start school? You dad told me that you are very bright and eager to learn."

I hid part of my face behind my dad's leg and nodded.

My dad patted my head, "He doesn't talk much, so don't worry if he doesn't say too much."

Mrs. Hope nodded, "I'm sre he'll learn to open up soon, once he makes some new friends, of couse."

Just then, I heard the bell ring. Sounds of kids running in and talking all at once could be heard right outside."

"Well, Mr. Fletcher," spoke Mrs. Hope, "school is about to start, so I better take, Ferb to his classroom."

My dad nodded and leaned down to my level, "You sure you're going to be okay, son?"

I nodded and gave him a thumb up.

"Good boy, I'll pick you up later. Behave yourself, learn what you can and have fun."

I nodded again and he kissed my head. I watched as my dad turned and left the office. He looked once more over his shoulder at me before he closed the door and left. I stood in place until I felt Mrs. Hope's hand on my shoulder.

"So, your dad mentioned that you're able to read a grade above what a normal kid can, correct?"

I smiled and nodded at her.

"I must say, I am truly impressed by that. So, I'll have your teacher give you some harder problems, if that's alright?"

I nodded in response.

"Very good then, I shall show you where your classroom is then."

She opened the door and let me out first. The hallway was empty, so I assumed that all of the kids that were out here, were now in class. She led me down the hallway until we reached one of the classrooms. She opened the door and I heard a ladies voise talking,

"Okay class, let's go over what we learned- Oh, hello Mrs. Hope."

The whole class turned to face us. Mrs. Hope cleared her throat, "I'm sorry to interrupt, Ms. Hannah but I am here to introduce a new student."

Ms. Hannah smiled at the class, "Do you hear that children? We have a new student."

All eyes were on me. I gulped and bravely walked into the room.

Mrs. Hope looked to the class and spoke, "Everyone this is, Ferb Fletcher. He came all the way from London yesterday and he doesn't know anyone. I hope you all will be able to make him feel welcome and show him how we do things around here. Now, Ferb is there anything you'd like to say to everyone?"

I glanced around and just waved at everyone. They all waved back in response.

Ms. Hannah smiled down at me, "Welcome, Ferb I guess I should assign you a desk. Why don't you sit over in that empty seat, next to that young boy."She looked up at where she was pointing, "Phineas would you move over so, Ferb can sit next to you?"

The kid, who was called Phineas, smiled wide and nodded, "Of course, Ms. Hannah."

I walked over to the empty spot and sat down next to Phineas. I looked at him and noticed that he had bright red hair and freckles covering his nose. He wore an orange and white striped t-shirt and dark blue jeans.

He gave me a toothy grin and stuck out his hand towards me, "Hi Ferb, my name's Phineas."

I hesitantly took his hand and gave it a good shake.

"So you're from London, huh? That's so cool, so what brings you here."

I went to answer when the teacher spoke up, "Okay class, let's open up those books to page four and start reading."

Phineas pulled out his book and motioned to me, "You want to share with me?"

I gave him a small smile and nodded. That's when I noticed that his book was one grade above this class. I shrugged and began to read with him.


The first classes went by pretty quickly and before I knew it we were outside getting ready to have lunch. I held my tray of food tight and started looking around for an empty table. I finally spotted one and sat down in one of the empty seats. I was about to start eating my apple, when I felt a large shadow behind me. I turned my head over my shoulder and a rather lage kid stood behind me. He wore a skull t-shirt an he had very short brown hair. He looked like someone you would not want to meet in a dark alleyway.

"Hey dweeb," the kid spoke, "you're sitting in my chair."

I didn't get the big deal. There were a bout a dozen of empty chairs surrounding the table. So I shrugged my shoulders, and turned back to my lunch. The kid must've taken an offence to ime ignoring him. Because before I knew it, he was lifting me up by my collar and pressing my face against mine,

"Are you deaf, greeny? I said that this is MY chair."

I don't know about you, but I hate it when people get all up in my face. So I pulled this move called the Vulcan-style nerve pinch, which is basically a pinch to the neck on a certain nerve. Supposedly the person who recieves the pinch correctly, would be brought down instantly. This proved to be true. The big bully fell to his knees and unto his face.

I brushed off my sweatshirt and was soon swarmed by a bunch of kids. Phineas broke through the crowd and was all smiles,

"Dude you stood up to Buford Van Stomm? You must be the bravest kid in the whole school!"

An Indian kid stood next to Phineas and smiled, "Yes, now I can actually eat my lunch without getting a wedgie."

A girl with black hair came up as well, "That was so cool, hey you're the new kid, right?"

I smiled and nodded. Phineas came up to me and put his arm around my shoulder,

"Guys this is, Ferb my new friend."

Friend? I'm his friend? Which meant that-

"Hi Ferb," the girl spoke, "I'm Isabella Garcia-Shapiro."

The Indian boy waved, "I'm Blajeet... oh, and you've met Buford."

Buford started to sit up and began rubbing his neck, "Ugh... what happened?"

Phineas smiled at me, "So, Ferb you want to eat lunch with us?"

I looked around at my new friends and smiled, "Yes, yes I would."


The rest of the day went normally. Buford actually started acting a bit friendly to me as well, but I was still prepared to use my nerve pinch again. Before I knew it the last bell rang. All the kids gathered up their stuff and ran towards the exit. I followed Phineas outside, and he was chatting all the way. When we reached outside, he turned to me,

"Say, Ferb how wold you like to come over for dinner tonight?"

I looked over at him and shrugged my shoulders.

"Oh c'mon, we'll have a great time. We can hang out and you know, get to know each other."

I went to answer when I heard my dad's voice, "Hey Ferb!"

I smiled and turned my head towards his voice. He wore a huge smile and got down on his knees. I ran up to him and flung myself into his open arms. He chuckled and held me tight,

"I missed you today, son. Did you have a good time?"

I gave him a thumb up.

"That's good to hear, so are you ready to go home."

Before I answered, I heard an unfamiliar female voice call out my dad's name, "Lawrence over here."

I saw my dad look up and saw that he was looking at a young woman with bright red hair. Phineas stood next to her, so I assumed that that was his mother. Question is, how does she know my dad?

My dad stood and took my hand before walking over, "Oh hello, Linda. This must be your son that you were telling me about."

Phineas waved, "I'm Phineas. And your son, Ferb is my friend."

My dad smiled proudly at me, "Ferb is this true? Did you make a friend?"

I shook my head, "Actually I made four."

I watched as Phineas tugged his mom's pants, "Mom can we have, Ferb over for dinner tonight? Please?"

She smiled, "Oh, Phineas I'm not so sure if now's the right time. They just moved here, you know."

My dad raised his hand, "Actually I think it would be good for him to have dinner at your house, if you don't mind having him."

I watched Linda look up at my dad and smile, " I have a better idea, why don't you both come over tonight for dinner."

My dad looked down at me, "What do you say, son? Want to eat some real homecooked food tonight?"

I nodded my head.

"Okay then we accept you invitation, Linda."

"Well great, we'll see you then around six then?"

My dad smiled, "Sounds splended, thank you."

Linda smiled at him again and montioned to Phineas, "C'mon hun, we should go pick up your sister now."

Phineas nodded at her and then turned back to me, "I'll see you later, Ferb. Oh, this is going to be great..."

I watched as Phineas grabbed his mom's hand and walk off towards the awaiting car. I looked up at my dad and noticed this dreamy like look on his face. I frowned and tugged his pant leg to get his attention.

He came out of his daze and looked down at me, "Hm? Oh, sorry Ferb... uh, let's go home and get ready for tonight."

I let him take my hand and the two of us began our walk home. I couldn't wait for tonight, I made new friends on the first day of school. Man, I am good.


Okay so Ferb met most of the Flynn family, and now he and Lawrence are going over for dinner. And... what's this? Is Lawrence feeling a bit twitterpated? lol, okay thanks for reading. review?