I didn't really have anything to say last time, since there aren't a lot of reviews, despite views... and I have been noticing this in a lot of stories. NO. I will not let this fandom die. *Gets defibrillators out*
So this pic was made for me by my girl Magical Blazze way back when, and since String Theory had a cover, I thought it would be neat to show it here. Go to Goody-II-Shoes on deviantart for all her cool stuff. But, feel free to keep on drawing, Silverbells and Ferbella fighters!
Back in high school and college, between the four of us, Phineas, Buford, Baljeet, and I, any girl had always been able to find their perfect man. That was because we were just so absolutely different. Different nationalities, heights, body types, accents, personalities, etc. We had always been searching for something different too. I had always been the ladies' man; cool, calm, and suave… not out to get them, just charm them. Buford had always been the womanizer, hit or miss, and if successful, maybe the woman would get to see the thoughtful guy underneath. Phineas had been the sweetheart, not that he ever knew it. He would always be doing nice things and saying nice things to girls, winning them over. And Baljeet… Baljeet had always been the romantic. The real romantic. Something the then womanizing Buford and I, and still oblivious Phineas, couldn't touch. Baljeet's wish on Christmas as a little kid was to get a perfect kiss. If Isabella wanted to set someone up, if he were single, Baljeet would've volunteered. Baljeet was the ultimate in "sensitivity". It was only after a little while that a girl would realize Baljeet was clearly the best choice of the four… but it was always too late. So it was the strangest thing that the romantic was now finally in his perfect love story; ending up with the girl-next-door who always had a crush on him… when suddenly a new love story: reuniting with the beautiful childhood friend… was opening right in front of him.
"Ok, we're here!" Phineas said.
"Wow!" Mishti said excitedly. "Your building's so nice!"
"Yeah, so we'll go hang out at Baljeet's for a while, you'll get to meet the rest of the gang, and then, someone will drop you at your hotel, ok?"
"Thanks, Phineas! You're such a sweet boy!" She said. "Oh Baljeet! Isn't this great?"
"Great." He said weakly. "Just great."
"Baljeet." Isabella said sternly.
Remember what I said about the male brain? Well, Mishti made that part of the mind pretty hard to control. She was just… irresistible. Isabella had already caught me staring at her once, which meant I was in trouble tonight. Yay. I can only imagine what would happen if Ginger caught Baljeet staring at Mishti. Except he was the whole reason she was here. Honestly, to keep Ginger from popping a vein, I think we were all going to spend a lot more time with Mishti than we thought.
Baljeet opened the door to his apartment. The rest of the gang had been waiting in there. "Hello, everyone, this is Mishti."
"Hi!" She squealed. Everyone seemed to stall or do a double take just like we did.
"Mishti," Isabella said. "Holly, Milly, Katie, Adyson, Gretchen, and… Ginger. Baljeet's girlfriend."
"Ha… ha…" Ginger looked beautiful. She had done her hair and makeup nicely and was wearing a simple dress. But, of course, her face turned almost green when she saw how absolutely gorgeous Mishti was. "You're Mishti?"
"You're Baljeet's girlfriend! Took you long enough, Baljeet!" She giggled. "She's out of your league too."
"Shut up, Mishti." Baljeet laughed, but stopped when he realized he was awkwardly between the two of them.
"Oh, and these are our new friends, Kyle and Wynne." Isabella said.
"Hi!" She waved again.
The two of them scooted over to me in the midst of all the conversations. Kyle was also gazing at Mishti. Curse you male mind!
"That's Mishti?" Kyle whispered quietly to me. "Sweet baby Jesus…"
She was talking with Isabella and the girls. "You were a journalism major, Isabella?"
"Yeah." Isabella nodded.
"Me too!" She exclaimed.
"No way!" Isabella said. "Oh, that's so cool. Ha, we have a lot in common."
"I know!" Mishti said.
"Ferb, hate to put Ginger down, hate to put anyone down, hate to put myself down, but that girl is the hottest girl I have ever seen! Like, even I want to do her!" Wynne exclaimed.
"Nope… you just got hotter." Kyle said.
"Shut up Kyle, I was just making a point." Wynne said.
"That, right there, is the hottest girl we have ever met. Green, why didn't you tell us she was so… so… oh my god!" Kyle stared at her.
"I didn't know." I whispered. I resisted staring at her too.
Take the curvy figure and sultry mannerisms of Vanessa, combined with the sweet pink girly personality of Isabella, dipped in hot Indian spice, and gift wrapped for Baljeet, and you would have Mishti. She was undeniably sexy. Which was not a good thing, considering certain jealousy prone girlfriends around here.
"Oh, Baljeet, I love your house!" She said, fluttering her eyelashes. "And it's so nice to see all your friends again."
"Yeah." Baljeet said nervously. Ginger growled.
"And your girlfriend is so beautiful!" She said sweetly. "Oh, and Phineas and Ferb," She turned to us. "I can't wait to see what you guys do this time!"
"Oh, well, long term goal… I'm trying to crack the theory of everything." Phineas said.
Ginger rolled her eyes. "Oh Phineas, do you really think she'll understand that?"
"Actually Ginger," Mishti replied. "I majored in physics."
"What?" Ginger exclaimed. "But you and Isabella were just talking about how you two were journalism majors."
Mishti giggled. "Yeah. I did both. I'm a triple major. Journalism, physics, and fashion design."
"TRIPLE major?" Ginger said blankly.
"Wow." Phineas said, impressed.
"You always were brilliant, Mishti." Baljeet said fondly.
"Fashion design… wait, did you make this outfit?" Adyson exclaimed.
"Yeah." Mishti nodded. The girls all squealed.
"OMG, I love it!"
"Make one for me!"
"I want one!"
"Do you make all your clothes?"
"No," She laughed. "Not all of it. But, I do kind of… have a style." Indeed. She more or less looked like a Barbie doll. Not like that was a bad thing. She certainly could pull it off.
"But, you look like you stepped out of magazine! It's perfect!" Holly gushed.
Mishti laughed. "Thank you. Anyway, Phineas, particle or quantum physics, doesn't matter, it's all… what do you Americans say… my jam?" She started giggling again.
"Well, Ferb and I make a great fashion design team." Phineas joked.
"Ugh, everything is so girly right now!" Buford whined.
Ginger looked really upset. Maybe we should have told her Baljeet was in love with her… because Mishti Patel was just about perfect. "Um…" Ginger mumbled. "Hey Mishti… thumb war!" I highly doubt this would solve anything, but she was probably doing it to give herself some kind of pleasure.
"Uh…"
"Thumb war!" Ginger demanded. Mishti sighed. "One, two, three… ow, ow, ow!" She exclaimed, as Mishti beat her instantly.
"That was fucking quick." Buford said dryly.
"Oh, I don't typically lose… at anything." Mishti said wickedly.
"Is that a challenge?" Buford asked. "I am the king of thumb wars. Ask Dinnerbell."
"Don't do it, Mishti!" Phineas cried.
"Ready, princess? One, two, three… OW, OW, OW!"
"Not a princess," Mishti said confidently. "But the queen."
"Fuuuucck." Kyle said quietly.
"So, she's a genius, a writer, a designer, she kicks ass, she's super sweet, AND she looks like that?" Wynne whispered.
"Nope," Kyle said. "That is not the hottest girl we have ever met. That is the hottest girl in the world."
Mishti was now officially part of our group, and was readily accepted, simply because no one could find any flaw with her. She was perfectly girly for the girls, an awesome tomboy for the guys, and as an added bonus, a brilliant mind for us nerds. Baljeet and Mishti had instantly fallen back into their old friendship and were always together… or would always be together, were it not for Ginger. She made sure they spent limited time alone. Therefore, we had been having a lot more group nights. Which was somewhat a good thing, because we were starting to invite Django and Irving over more, to fight off the overwhelming female population.
"Alright!" Phineas said excitedly. "Tonight is… Ultimate Charades Night! Whoo!"
"What makes it Ultimate?" Kyle asked cautiously.
"You'll see." He said giddily. "Who's missing?"
"Baljeet and Mishti." Isabella said.
I noticed Ginger glowering. Just then though, our door opened, and they both came in laughing. Django tapped me on the shoulder and I heard the question I had gotten used to. "That's Mishti!?"
Irving groaned. "How can a gorgeous girl like that be with a geek like Baljeet?" Ignore the irony of who's speaking.
"Baljeet is dating Ginger." Django whispered.
"Oh shoot!" Irving replied. "I forgot!" Yeah. I think a lot of us were forgetting that. I hope Baljeet wasn't.
"Mishti, that's Irving and Django. I don't know if you met them the first time." Phineas said.
"Hi!" She said sweetly.
"Ok, ok, let's get to game night!" Ginger said, grabbing Baljeet and pulling him over to her.
"Right! So, Ultimate Charades…"
"What makes it Ultimate?" Wynne repeated the question. The people who had known Phineas longer seemed to be less afraid of the madness. Although I was a little surprised that Mishti hadn't said anything yet. I mean, he almost drowned her last time.
"First, we're gonna need teams."
"I call captain!" Buford said.
"Ok. How about girls versus guys?" Adyson said. "Mr. 'Girls Aren't Fun'."
"You're on!"
I rolled my eyes. When was Buford just going to admit he was nuts about Adyson? For the record, the pool was a decent amount by now. I wonder what couple we would bet on after Buford and Adyson do get together. Phineas and Gretchen? I almost felt like laughing, but Isabella was trying to make it happen. The horrible guilty thought then appeared… Baljeet and Mishti. Oh, Ferb, Ginger is your friend. But, if I had to actually make a bet… I would much sooner bet on Baljeet and Mishti than Phineas and Gretchen. Or, oh god, Phineas and Adyson.
"So, Team A…"
"Team Kickass Battalion." Buford declared.
"O…kay." Phineas said. "Will be me, Ferb, Kyle, Baljeet, Irving, Django, and captained by Buford. And Team…"
"Dressed to Thrill." Adyson said dramatically. The girls all started laughing.
"Ew." Buford said.
"Will be Isabella, Holly, Katie, Milly, Gretchen, Ginger, Wynne, Mishti, and captained by Adyson."
"They've got like three more people!" Kyle exclaimed.
"We don't need 'em." Buford said confidently.
"Now, um, Phineas… how do we play… Ultimate Charades?" Mishti asked cautiously.
Fast-forward about a half an hour and the game was getting crazy. It became pretty clear pretty quick that Ultimate Charades was the "Let's Take A Quiz" version of charades.
"Strawberry Jam! Strawberry Jam!"
"Dammit Baljeet, what part of that made you think it was Oprah?"
"Oh shit, Irving just fell down."
"Casablanca!"
"How am I supposed to do this without use of my hands, feet, or torso?"
"No talking!"
"Double or nothing!"
"I think it's pretty clear that…" Phineas said. "The girls win!"
"HA HA!" They laughed and high-fived.
"Ok, you had more people so you had an advantage, and we let you win, because you're girls." Buford said.
"Pick one excuse, Buford." Isabella said, rolling her eyes. "Either we won because we had an advantage or you let us win, don't use both."
"Also, there's a good deal of girlfriends in there that we don't want to upset." Buford said.
"Please." Adyson scoffed. "You don't EVER need to worry about that. What, you think Wynne is going to dump Kyle over charades?"
"I might." She joked.
"And don't even get me started on Mrs. Perfect. She'd sooner cut off her own arms than leave her husband." Adyson said.
"Oooh!" Isabella said, somewhat embarrassed. I opened my arms and she rushed into them.
"See?" Adyson smirked. Everyone giggled.
"Um, speaking of husbands… what's this wedding we're going to Ferb?" Django asked.
"Yeah!" Everyone reacted.
I thought for a moment about what to say. "My friend is getting married, and essentially asked me to help her fill up the wedding. So, it's a free party for all of you… no catch."
"Yeah… it's just weird." Holly said.
"Well, Vanessa has always been weird." Adyson said. "Always pick the Isabella, boys."
"Addy, shut up." Isabella said.
"So we're all going to this hotel and going to a big fancy wedding together? Cool!" Milly said.
Gretchen giggled. "Are we all planning hair and makeup appointments, girls?"
"Of course!" Katie exclaimed.
I suddenly noticed the one awkward person left out of the conversation. "Mishti…" I said gently. "You're more than welcome to come with us."
Everyone turned to the beauty, who had shyly been hanging her head during the conversation. "Of course you are!" Phineas exclaimed.
"I… We would never leave you all alone." Baljeet said.
"Vanessa specifically wanted as many people as possible! She'd love it if you came!" Isabella cried.
"And you'll have all of us to hang out with!" Phineas said. "We're not taking no for an answer."
"Oh, thank you, guys." She said sweetly. "Um, who is Vanessa?"
"Ferb's ex-girlfriend." Katie said bluntly. "OW!" She exclaimed, as Ginger kicked her.
"Oh, so, Mr. Fletcher, you're still friends with her?" Mishti asked cautiously.
Mishti was the sweetest girl in the world, but she was probably going to lead to me and Baljeet having no Isabella or Ginger for a month at this rate. Isabella pouted, and I nodded.
"That's actually great. I would rather have great friendships than great romances." Mishti fluttered her eyelashes. "Although, your relationships all seem perfect." She giggled. "I always had a feeling if I was going to end up with anyone, he'd have to be one of my friends."
Baljeet gulped, Ginger scowled, I felt the need to facepalm, and it seemed like oblivious Phineas might have a new rival in cluelessness.
If you think Mishti is a Mary-Sue, I don't see her that way. Ha, if you really want to know what character to picture as you read Mishti, how I'm writing Mishti... Lol, don't laugh... Miss Bianca from The Rescuers. You know, but human, and Indian accent instead of Hungarian. Really sweet, eloquent, beautiful, a little vain, "all eyes on her when she enters the room" type... with a thing for nerdy guys. As for obliviousness... who goes on all those dates on a romantic cruise and says "Weren't we just gonna hang out though?" Ha ha, maybe Phineas. Also, she's so pink and sweet like Isabella, and Indian and smart like Baljeet. Boom. Now you understand Mishti Patel.
