The Morning After (What Phineas thinks happened)
When Phineas came home, with a pleased grin on his face, though really, really tired, he barely noticed Ferb's absence. He just threw himself onto the bed and slept, with no concern or second thought about where his brother could be.
Phineas paid no attention to the fact that his brother's motorcycle wasn't next to his front door, that his bed was still perfectly done, and that nobody had seen him at the party since before midnight, so when his phone rang too early in the freaking morning, when the sun wasn't even rising, he had no idea why.
Phineas picked up the phone, and became upset when one of his friends stared to babble in a completely drunk voice about his social page, a girl, Phineas, Ferb, and other bullshit he didn't care about, but less than five minutes after hanging up, another guy (a more sober guy) called him and told with a mischievous voice that he should check his social network. When Phineas asked for an explanation, he just got a laugh and heard the line die.
So Phineas, who was naturally curious about everything, ignored his headache and sat down in front of his laptop. Whatever made two people who had nothing to do with each other call him at those hours, it had to be something big. While the computer turned on, he started guessing about what it could be. The blonde girl from yesterday took pictures? Was she talking about how great he was? A smug smile appeared on his face as he started to create more and more possibilities around the idea of that girl bragging about him.
And when the page finally opened, his smile froze. What the…?
When did THIS happen?
All his social pages were covered with pictures, gossip and questions about his brother and… Isabella.
Ranging from private messages to direct questions and teasing, it seemed that all his friends and even people he didn't know were suddenly incredibly interested about when Phineas learned about this relationship, how long they've been together, and (the most shameless of all) how he felt about it.
And Phineas didn't get it. Really, he didn't. He only thought he somehow woke up in a parallel universe. This could not be happening! Isabella's main activity all this time was proclaiming her endless love for him to every single person around, so what was going on now? It was an empty speech; where did that love go?
And of all the boys in town, it had to be Ferb?
Was she serious?
She decided to be with HIS brother?
He thought she had a better taste. In fact, he though she was smarter than to go for the ladies man.
He thought she loved him.
He thought she'd be there forever. He sat there, in the darkness of his shared room with only the glow of the computer screen… he had been an idiot.
He couldn't say a thing about Ferb's morality because his wasn't any better.
While Ferb could brag if he wanted to about the almost endless list of girls that were willing to have (or had) a relationship with him, Phineas could talk for hours about his one-night-stands.
But, this was the major league. While Phineas knew the others were all passing things, he knew for sure this was serious. Ferb had a whole life behind Isabella and Phineas knew it… it was only that he never thought Ferb would actually make a move.
No, Phineas thought he could spend a lifetime playing the fool and, someday, his brother would give up on her, and then Phineas would give her what she wanted for him. But he was wrong. Ferb stood up against his own code and apparently, got the girl.
Phineas was blank. The voice in his head told him over and over again that it was what he deserved. But, he didn't think it was fair at all.
A bunch of unpleasant feelings and thoughts stared to be born inside of him. Somewhere, Phineas knew he wasn't being logical, but he couldn't care any less. He was betrayed. He was hurt. He had his own world turned upside down in only a freaking night so he turned off his mind, and for once in his life, just felt.
Phineas was a hurricane of rage, and pity when a motor's sound finally blared at his home's door. He listened quietly as a door opened, as heavy footsteps went up the stairs, and then, when Ferb finally reached the bedroom's door, he found a hopeless ticket to hell.
There, dressed in the same clothes he wore yesterday, was Phineas.
Ferb evaluated the situation quickly. The defensive pose told him that Phineas saw him as a threat, the red eyes told him that he had probably been crying, and the way he held his fists told him that he was truly pissed.
Ferb approached cautiously. Phineas didn't get mad often, but when he did, you had to be an idiot to fight him. He got closer, studying the movements of his brother, trying to get a clue. Phineas, after a few moments of pretending Ferb wasn't there, just glared at him, without saying anything.
Ferb didn't say a word either. He didn't know exactly what was going on, but he had a feeling that told him to be extremely careful regarding his own actions.
So when Phineas suddenly spoke, with the smoothness of a viper before a bite, Ferb felt gratitude for whomever that was watching his back.
"Where have you been?" He asked, with that unkind tone that let you know he wasn't really asking a question.
Ferb only looked at him, like he didn't understand a simple question. He felt surprised. Their sibling relationship had gone from bad to worse since he left America when he was fourteen, so behind that question had to be another one.
He started to think.
When Ferb ran away to England, in a desperate attempt to hide from the tears on his shoulders every single time Isabella tried to make Phineas say that he felt something for her, something broke between the brothers.
Phineas felt alone in the world. The only person that he could trust with his life, who had shared almost his whole life with him, left without an explanation.
Ferb felt completely hurt, because life was such craziness that the only girl he loved, loved his brother, and would probably never love him back.
But Phineas saved his words and Ferb wasn't really a talkative man, so they both kept the silence. Ferb took a plane to England. And then, one summer, when Ferb came to holiday two years later, it all exploded.
They sparred and said things that they didn't really feel. Things that even now were hard to overcome, and they knew somehow, that no matter what, the scar would be there forever.
That sunny day, the rage spoke for them. Phineas had told Ferb that he was just an antisocial kid who had no friends beside people who were just kind to him because they were brothers.
Ferb had told Phineas that without him, almost all his ideas would be only that: ideas. And even today no one could tell exactly why, but they yelled so much and were so angry, that before they knew it, the argument became a fight and they were both on the ground, beating each other.
And now, Ferb could tell Phineas was about to beat him. In fact, if he'd been one of those dramatic kids, he'd say Phineas was about to kill him. But Ferb was a rational person. He just kept looking at his brother, looking for any sign of potential danger so when the hit came, he was prepared enough to get out of its way. Phineas didn't stop there. He kept throwing punches and finally, when Ferb was becoming tired of minimizing the damage, Phineas said that he shouldn't be with "her" and Ferb needed to get out of his personal heaven.
It was all about Isabella and Ferb felt suddenly angry. He remembered how she cried in his arms only hours ago and he let the anger flame inside of him, like only a few times before. Phineas didn't love her. He was just used to her love and worst of all, he knew it. Why he did he have to be like that?
She could be happy. Phineas couldn't see that?
Why he did he have to be so selfish?
Ferb lost every ounce of self-control, and threw fists back with the same passion Phineas had. When the noise finally woke up their parents, they were a lame show of bloody clothes and bruises.
When their parents got to the room, Linda's scream could be heard around the whole neighborhood. Her two sons were breaking each other's faces like savages. This hadn't happened since that terrible summer. She looked at them, terrified, and like every mother, cried in concern about the kids they used to be.
Lawrence took his wife out of the room, glaring at the messy teenagers. "You have five minutes to fix yourselves!" He said before leaving. "Candace is here." He added as advice, and stepped out, leaving two silent boys behind, who didn't seemed to hear a word.
They knew they were in trouble, but they didn't care. Phineas stood up from the ground, and looked at the window absently. Ferb took his things and went to the guest room.
Downstairs, Candace looked worried as her mother took deep breaths. She didn't know what happened, but she felt something was too wrong to be fixed.
