Ah, chapter 4! I don't know why, but I just felt like saying that xD A huge thanks to BroadwayFanGirl91 for reviewing the last three chapters!
Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas and Ferb. I do own this drawing of a failed cartoon armadillo! I like armadillos :3
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Ferb's POV:
April 22nd, DEI 2006
Pressing on a button that said 'fly', the propeller began to turn and caused me to go fly around the room with the cushion. Phineas seemed amazed and did the same thing. I moved my controller around to make sure that I didn't hit any object or people by accident.
"THIS. IS. AWESOME!" exclaimed Phineas as he began to circle around the room. I grinned before I heard a familiar voice from inside the house.
"Ferb? What's with all the noise?" asked the familiar voice.
Oh yeah, I forgot that my father was coming home soon...
Woops.
"Hello... Father. I brought a friend over." I explained. My dad then watched as Phineas landed gracefully on the floor.
"Since when did our cushions can be serves as traveling devices?" asked dad.
"Since I was 5." I replied.
"Hi Ferb's dad! I'm Phineas Flynn! It's nice to meet you." introduced Phineas enthusiastically. My dad watched Phineas carefully.
"It's nice to meet you... Phineas... You don't mind if I talk to Ferb for a while, do you?" asked my dad. Phineas shook his head.
"No problem! I'll just keep on playing with these cushions." said Phineas as he resumed to play around with them. My dad made a gesture to follow him. I sighed but followed him anyway.
"I do not see what's the problem." I said to him. My dad looked happy.
"Ferb, I'm so proud of you! You have finally made friends and into that good old spirit." exclaimed my father. I don't really see what he's so excited about. I finally made a friend, big woop. I don't even have a clue about what he's talking about. 'Good old spirit'? WHAT good old spirit? Nevertheless, I nodded anyway.
"How did you do it?" asked my dad.
"I saved him from a huge popcorn machine." I said simply. My dad stared at me.
"I beg your pardon?" asked my father.
"I saved HIM from a HUGE popcorn MACHINE." I repeated, a bit annoyed. He should know I don't like talking a lot.
"Am I hearing right, or did you just said that you saved him from a huge popcorn machine?" asked my dad. I nodded.
"Well... That's uh... Peculiar... You guys have great imagination, I suppose..." muttered my dad.
"May I please leave now?" I asked. My dad nodded, a bit distracted. I head back to the living room seeing Phineas stare at my cushion with a far-away look on his face. He then noticed me and scratched his head.
"For safety reasons, you should really put a seat belt. I nearly flew out of the cushion when I did a sharp turn. And also the propeller gets damaged easily. You might as well change it. Do you have it's blueprints?" asked Phineas. What is he, my critique? I nodded and handed him the blueprint. He seemed to be in deep thought as he looked through the blueprint.
"Wow this is... This is really complicated. You see, the problem is that you added way too much of these things to support the base when you can just add better material. And WOAH! Why did you put such hard material on the inner sides of the cushion? If you use a less-hard material then the cushions will be way more comfortable. Oh! And if you move here to there... then you can probably add a seat belt. There, easy, right?" asked Phineas. I nodded. I'm quite surprised, actually. Phineas has about the same amount of intelligence as me... Just that he is more of an expert at blueprints and materials, while I'm more of an expert in building things and have a good eye to see what's stable and the like. I pulled out my rivet gun and reloaded it, narrowing my eyes. Phineas grinned, catching up on the same train of thought.
"Ferb, I know what we're going to do today!"
Ferb's POV:
April 22nd, DEI 2006
Both of us laid onto the floor exhausted, panting a bit. We've finally done it. I bet I couldn't even recognize my old couch anymore. We upgraded the propeller by making it look shinier with upgraded metal. The controller had many more features that it was outstanding. And what's more, there's actually a seat belt! Phineas offered a smile towards me. I gave him a thumbs up.
"Let's fly!" exclaimed Phineas. We both front flipped and jumped onto the couch. Pressing on the red button, the cushions got sprung into the air. As if it was magic, a metal rod popped out, spinning around until a shiny propeller appeared. A remote control grew as if it was a plant onto the front of the cushion. The remote control, now upgraded, had many controls that are seemingly impossible to memorize in a short period of time. I grabbed another remote from my pocket and pressed on a button. It caused the window in the living room to lift up. We flew out of the window and watched the scenery below.
"This is so amazing, Ferb!" exclaimed Phineas as he used the cushion to do a back flip three times. We circled around Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated twice before dashing off.
"I can see my house from here! I'll tell my parents that I'm going to stay at your house for the night. You go tell your dad, okay?" asked Phineas. With a nod, I flew back to my house to see my dad making food... and failing.
"Father, can Phineas stay at our house for tonight?" I asked, turning off the cushion. When my dad turned towards me, the cushion was at it's normal state.
"Sure, I think we got a spare bed somewhere in one of the unopened boxes... You just go and have fun, I'll fix it up for him." said my dad. Have fun... That's something that rarely went out of my dad's mouth. With a nod, I went back to my cushion and went off to find Phineas. When I found him, I saw him circling around Maple Street.
"So did your father said yes?" asked Phineas. I nodded.
"Great! My parents said that it's alright too! Let's go around the tri-state area!" exclaimed Phineas.
And we spent the whole day like that.
Ferb's POV:
April 22nd, Ferb's Room 2006
It was nighttime. I couldn't sleep. Those nightmares would always plague my mind... The memory would always rewind and play over and over in my mind... I twisted and turned in my bed...
"Do you really think that your mother really loved you all these years?"
"Why else did your mom trained you to create those contraptions? To upgrade her weaponry!"
"And with your intelligence, you'll eventually have to join us."
"Join us..."
I woke up sweating. Clenching the sheets that covered me, I looked around. I hope I didn't wake up Phineas- Wait, where is he? Using my tiny portable flashlight, I scanned Phineas' temporary bed. His sheets were properly cleaned up. Where is he? Putting on my coat, I looked around Danville while riding on the cushion we made. I first started at the amusement park, Googolplex Mall, Blueprint Heaven, etc. But I couldn't find him anywhere. Sighing, I decided to think about it at the park. I've honestly never had any friends before. I rarely go outside but when I do, nobody would go up to me. It's pretty obvious why. I mean, does anybody have naturally green hair? I always used to be called a loner. Phineas seemed to be pretty popular. Did he ran away because he got embarrassed at hanging out with a green-haired freak like me? I then looked at my normal 'thinking' spot, a certain wooden bench on the park. To my surprise, I saw Phineas watching the sky and a device's screen. I landed on the ground and turned off the cushion. I then approached Phineas.
"Are you really..." whispered Phineas. I didn't heard the whole sentence.
"Are you really..? I beg your pardon?" I asked.
"Nothing... Why are you here?" asked Phineas.
"That's nothing of importance. You?" I countered.
"Looking for shooting stars. I need to wish for something." replied Phineas.
"Shooting Stars?" I asked, gesturing for him to continue. Phineas grinned.
"Déjà vu much?" replied Phineas.
"I suppose so." I answered as I looked at the screen. It looked like a kitchen's table. On the table was a note that said: "To dad". Phineas kept on glancing at the sky. I knew exactly what was happening. A tall man with messy red hair with many baggages then appeared on screen. Phineas flinched when he saw the baggages. The man noticed the letter and began to read it. I squinted my eyes to read it, but Phineas began to say the contents out loud for me.
"Dear Dad,
I know that you're going to move tonight. I'm sorry that I couldn't say goodbye to you in person. I'm most likely staying at a friend's house, probably Baljeet's. Or maybe this kid I met a couple of weeks ago... This letter is to show that I care, and that you would always be a family to us. This is to convince you to please stay. I would literally be begging right now if I am with you. As much as I want you to stay, if you really want to follow your dream which is to marry some other woman besides mom, I'm not stopping you. Do so. I just want to say that I'll miss you and that you should at least send letters to us.
Goodbye, Dad.
Phineas Flynn"
said Phineas, still staring at the sky. There wasn't a star in view. Not even a moon. I watched as Phineas' dad pocketed the note and created a note of his own. I didn't got a chance to read the note he wrote because he flipped it over once he's finished writing. With a grim smile, Phineas' dad left the scene. There was silence. I saw Phineas shaking, whispering gibberish while still staring at the sky. Not a thing. Phineas dropped the device on the floor. The sound of it dropping echoed through this grim night. There was silence. It was as if everything left. Everybody left Phineas all alone. For once, I actually WANTED to talk. I wanted to comfort him.
But I can't even form the words I want to say.
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I'm really surprised about myself! Who'd knew I can make something like this sound so sad? Kind of short, though I hope you like it! I feel pretty proud of myself, but criticism (no flames, though!) would be nice! Don't worry, I don't break down if someone tells me this fanfic isn't good! Though they have to have a good reason/point or else I would just ignore that review. Also tell me if there are any typos or spelling mistakes!
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