CHAPTER 6-Here ya go!
I love Holly, FYI. I think she and Ferb would be cute together. Don't get me wrong, love Ferbnessa, but its better when they're older.
I don't own Phineas and Ferb….yet.
Anyway, go ahead and READ!
"Thanks for sticking up for me."
FERB'S POV
I smiled and followed Holly towards the woods. We start climbing through, hopping over fallen trees and rocks, and occasionally spotting a terrified animal darting from the bushes away from us.
"So," Holly said as she maneuvered her way between a rock and a tree, "how are you able to do that?"
She looked up at me as she came out on the other side and raised her eyebrows. I could see that she wasn't going to leave me alone until I told her, so I climbed around the rock and stopped next to her. "I don't know. It started happening when-"
I paused, and looked at the girl carefully. She cocked her head. "Started happening when what?" she asked softly.
I started forward again, lengthening Perry's leash so he could walk farther. "When I started seeing ghosts."
I heard Holly catch her breath and then stop. I kept walking, and sure enough, a minute later she caught up with me. "Excuse me, did you say ghosts?" she asked, shaking her head.
"Yes, yes I did," I said, nodding.
"But…how is that possible?" she asked.
I shrugged and hopped over a log. "Don't ask me. I have no idea. All I know is that when I started seeing ghosts, I was suddenly able to move things with my mind."
"Telekinesis."
I looked over at Holly sharply. "What?"
She grinned and held a branch to the side for me to go through. I did the same on the other side. "That's what it's called. Telekinesis. When you can move stuff with your mind."
I smiled and we stepped out onto the sidewalk. Holly began walking towards the right, so I followed. "So who else knows?" Holly asked, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye.
"Isabella."
She stayed silent, obviously waiting for more, but when none came, she turned to me. "Only Isabella? Why? What about Phineas?"
I shook my head. "Isabella found out on accident. One of the ruder ghosts was kind of trying to kill me, and she happened to walk out in the yard in the middle of it."
Holly stopped in her tracks and turned to me, eyes wide. "Trying to kill you?"
I nodded. Her hand suddenly shot to the side of my face, touching the bruise lightly. She looked up and met my eyes. "You got punched by a ghost, didn't you?"
I grimaced and nodded.
Holly winced and brought her hand slowly back to her side. "Why didn't you just use your telekinesis to hit him?"
I sighed. "Unfortunately, I can't use it on them. I can punch them, kick them, bite them and whatever, but my powers can't touch them. I've tried, believe me. They can only touch Perry and me though, so I've never had much reason to need to use them on any ghost."
Holly tilted her head and looked at Perry, sitting patiently on the asphalt. "Why can they touch Perry?"
I shrugged and looked down at the platypus. I had always wondered why they had been able to touch them, but I had concluded that it was because he was an animal. Now, I wasn't that sure. I had seen several old ghosts lean to pet a cat or dog and their hands had always gone right through them and then the animal had run away hissing or barking. So, why could they touch Perry and not any other animal?
I shook my head and turned back to Holly. "Have they ever hurt him?" she asked.
I hesitated, and then nodded. Holly's eyes darkened and I remembered a little tidbit of info that Isabella had told me a while ago: Holly loved animals. She despised anyone who hurt them, and she wasn't afraid to show it.
"If I could punch them, I would," she muttered. She looked over at me. "You ever punch one, Ferb?"
I shook my head. "I would, you know? I don't like them hurting Perry, but they don't get hurt when I do punch them. Well, they do, but they don't feel it. I however, can get killed."
Holly nodded and we started off again, soon turning the corner into a quiet, dead end road. I glanced up at the sky nervously as a few more drops found their way into my hair. We began speed walking towards Holly's house, a small, blue shuttered house with a small front yard and flower garden with blue carnations. Even in the face of disastrous weather, I paused. "You really like blue, don't you?"
Holly froze next to me, and then continued walking. "Yeah. Um, it was Mom's favorite color."
I winced, and looked over at Holly. Her head was tilted down, and her lip was trembling. I stopped, glancing up at the sky, and then tugged on her shoulder. She stopped and turned to me. "I'm sorry," I whispered.
She shook her head. "It's OK. It's just that it hit me a minute ago."
I raised an eyebrow. She gave a watery smile. "I realize that you might be able to see her. And that if you could, you would've told me she was there."
I sighed. "She's not here, Holly."
Holly gulped and looked towards her house. She nodded slowly and started walking forwards. I reached out and spun her around, gripping her shoulders. "She's not here. Holly, that's a good thing."
She looked at me in confusion. "It-it is?"
I nodded. "It means she didn't have anything she needed to fix in her life." I squeezed her shoulders reassuringly. "It means that she thought her life was perfect."
Holly raised her eyes and smiled. And then the sky decided to give us a very cold shower. Holly gasped, but stayed where she was, regarding me with slight interest. Despite the cold rain dripping down my face, I felt my cheeks grow warm.
Suddenly, the door on Holly's house opened and a man about the size of Father leaned out into the rain. "Holly! Are you crazy? Come inside, now!"
Holly grabbed my hand and dragged me into the house with her. She shut the door and turned to the man. "Sorry Dad. Oh, this is Ferb. Ferb, this is my Dad, Evan Greentree."
I nodded and we shook hands, and Mr. Greentree looked down at my feet. "What is that?" he asked, pointing to Perry. I smiled. "He's my pet platypus, Perry."
Mr. Greentree looked up with a warm smile. "Well, he's a cute little fella."
Holly tugged on her father's hand and he looked down. "Dad, it's pouring out and Ferb lives, like, 8 blocks from here. Can you drive him home?"
"Of course I can. But you know you promised your sister you'd help her with her Lil Sparks patches."
Holly rolled her eyes, though she was smiling. "I know, I know. Cymphonique? Where are you!"
I heard a shrill voice yell "In the kitchen!"
Holly smiled and turned to her father. "Dad?"
Mr. Greentree nodded, and went down the stairs just across from us. I heard a rumbling that suggested he was opening the garage, and I turned back to Holly.
"Thanks for telling your dad to give me a ride home."
Holly smiled. "No prob. And um, thanks for telling me about my Mom."
I smiled and twisted the doorknob in my hand. A thought occurred to me and I looked back over my shoulder at Holly. "Why did you believe me?"
Holly took a step closer and grinned. "I mean, you had just kept me from being chucked into a freezing pond. Plus, you're a trustworthy person. You don't lie."
Mr. Greentree beeped from the driveway. I nodded to Holly. She waved and I stepped out into the rain, feeling a sense of…something wash over me. I hopped into the car next to Mr. Greentree on a towel he had placed onto the seat. I tucked Perry onto my lap and settled down.
We arrived home pretty quickly. I thanked Mr. Greentree and headed inside. I placed Perry on the floor and glanced at the clock. It was only 12:30 in the afternoon!
Candace came running down the stairs and she gasped when she saw me. She jumped down the last 3 steps and darted forward, her hand going to my face instantly. "Ferb, were you fighting?"
I winced and nodded. Candace put her hands on her hips and handed me two towels from the linen closet. "You are going to have to explain that to Mom, you know."
I nodded and began patting myself dry. Candace's expression softened as I patted the bruise. "So, why were you fighting? I can't picture you doing that."
I could've sworn I heard Perry snort, but I kept my eyes on my sister. "I ran into Holly at the park. Some guys were making fun of her."
"Holly?" Candace gasped. "She's such a sweet girl!"
I nodded, then knelt and began rubbing Perry down. His fur puffed up under the towel, so that when I pulled it off, he was a big, fuzzy, green and blue afro of a monotreme. Candace chuckled and handed me a brush. I pulled Perry onto the couch and placed the towel underneath us. Candace looked at me for a moment, and then headed back upstairs.
I was halfway done with Perry's fur when the front door opened and Phineas came running in, water dripping down his nose. Mom came in next, an umbrella over her head. "Phineas, why on earth didn't you get under the umbrella?"
Phineas threw his arms in the air. "Because that's no fun!"
Mom smiled, and I couldn't help chuckling. Phineas looked over at me and then at Perry. He busted out laughing, his face turning beet red at the sight of our pet with his hair half normal and half afro-ish.
I smiled and finished with Perry quickly, letting him jump to the floor. "How was your appointment?" I asked, standing and placing the wet towel over the heating vent, hoping the air conditioning might dry it.
"Ick." Phineas made a face. "I had to get a shot."
He rolled up his sleeve and showed me the bandage. I walked over and looked at the bandage closely, trying to determine if the picture was a dinosaur or a bird. Phineas yelped and I jumped about 2 feet in the air.
"Ferb, how on earth did you do that?" my brother cried.
His finger pointed at my cheek and I winced. Mom came into the room and her eyes widened. "Ferb Thomas Fletcher, what were you doing?"
I explained quickly what had happened at the park, leaving out the ghosts and telekinesis. As I was speaking, I noticed that Phineas didn't look entirely convinced. I ignored it for now; I was sure he would tell me what was wrong later.
Later came at around 2 AM.
So, yeah. Another cliffy ha ha. I'm going to get hurt one day from doing so many cliff hangers-one day I'll fall off.
Do I really need to explain why Ferb's middle name is Thomas? No? Good.
Anyway, R and R!
