Fifteen: Boys
Authors Note: Ugh. I don't like how this one turned out. I've been planning to do this chapter for awhile, but it just didn't work out the way I wanted it to. Maybe I just overthought it. Oh well. Let me know what you guys think! Also, suggestions for later chapters are always appreciated!
Ever since I turned fifteen my hormones have been out of control. My body is constantly in a state of wanting that I can't seem to quench no matter what I do. And of course having Ferb as a brother doesn't help. I mean, I'm pretty sure every time I think about how attractive he is it's like hitting a dead horse with a stick.
But the thing is, Ferb isn't the only attractive guy around.
Don't get me wrong, Ferb is by far the most attractive guy I've ever seen or even imagined, but he's not the only one who can get me going. It's kind of a problem since I feel guilty every time I look at another guy, not that I should. I mean, it's not like I'm dating my brother. Even if I want to. Even if I really want to.
Gosh, why does Ferb do these things to me?
Of course at the moment I guess I'm getting a break. At least from Ferb.
Django Brown is another story though.
Django has been out since our freshman year of high school, although he hasn't really dated anyone. He's also been a close friend of Ferb's and mine since we were little kids. He's a really cool guy, and as my raging hormones have helped me notice, he's a really good looking guy. He's no Ferb, but I've had to stop myself from looking at him more than once.
We sit next to each other in our last period art class, and at the moment we're working on sketches. I know there's only about thirty seconds left until the bell rings.
"How do you always get your shading so perfect?" I ask as I admire his sketch of a couple sailing in a boat in the moonlight.
"It's not that hard. You should know; your shading is good." Django says as he scoots his chair closer to look at my sketch.
I'm currently drawing an underwater scene, complete with a scuba diver. However, it's nowhere near as good as Django's. I'm great at drawing blueprints, but when it comes to things like people or landscapes I'm not quite as good. And shading always gets me. You just don't need to shade things on a blueprint.
"My shading is okay, yours is good. Or great. You can take your pick of word choice." I say just as the bell rings.
Django smiles as he turns his body toward mine so that our knees are almost touching.
"I could show you how I do it if you want." Django offers as the other people file out of the room, including our teacher. She never cares if people stay after to work longer.
"Yeah, that'd be cool." I agree as the last person leaves the room.
Django scoots his chair even closer to mine, and this time our knees are touching, which sends a light jolt up my body.
"Just take your thumb and smear it like this," he says as he runs his thumb across the drawing.
Not that I'm paying much attention to the drawing anymore. He's too close to me for me to concentrate. I can feel the heat from his body, and his arm keeps brushing against mine. I know this is the point where I should just thank him for showing me and get up to leave, but I feel glued to my spot.
"So, just like this?" I ask as I mimic his technique as best I can.
"Yeah, just like that," he says, and when I look up our faces are only a few inches apart.
I feel like I've suddenly lost my ability to breathe. It hits me that we're not only inches apart, but we're the only ones in the room, and our bodies are touching, and his eyes are starting to close, and I need to move because Ferb-
"Oi, Phin, are you ready to go?" Ferb suddenly asks from the door of the art room, causing Django to snap back before I have the chance to. A pang of guilt runs through me as I turn to look at him, although he doesn't look upset in the slightest. Which makes sense since he has no reason to be.
"Huh? Oh, yeah." I say as I stand up quickly at the same time that Ferb is walking toward us.
Django is still sitting down when Ferb walks over and stands almost between us.
"What were you two working on?" Ferb asks, although it's obvious that he's directing the question at Django.
"Oh, I was just showing Phineas how I shade things." Django replies while looking mostly at ease.
"Oh, I've been wanting to work on my shading," Ferb says as he motions me farther away from Django so that he can sit in my seat. "Mind sharing?"
Django looks surprised, but nods his head while looking slightly less at ease.
"Oh, yeah, sure. Just, uh, smear it like this." Django instructs as he uses the same technique he showed me.
Ferb nods.
"Then what?" Ferb asks.
"Uh, nothing… That's it." Django replies awkwardly.
"Ah, so you just smear it like this?" Ferb asks as he moves his thumb across the page, and I have to admit it looks childishly simple when he does it.
"Yeah, that's it." Django says as he looks down like he's almost embarrassed.
"Good technique," Ferb says before standing up. "I'll have to remember that." And while his voice doesn't sound sarcastic or unfriendly it's hard to believe he meant what he said sincerely.
"Yeah," Django says before standing up and grabbing his drawing. "I've gotta go. I'll catch you guys later."
"Bye," I say as Ferb waves to Django's already turned back. He's out of the room in no time flat.
I turn to look at Ferb, but he just shrugs.
"His shading really is lovely." Ferb says, and I have no doubt that he means it.
"Yeah, he's a really great artist. He'll probably be as popular as his dad someday." I agree.
"Probably," Ferb agrees before he picks up my drawing. "I'm quite fond of the scuba diver."
"Really?" I ask, surprised that that is the part he pointed out. Like I said, people aren't my specialty.
"Not as fond as I am of the artist, but it is a nice scuba diver." Ferb says before he turns and begins walking to the door, which is probably good considering the blush on my face.
A part of me can't help but wonder why he hasn't asked me about what was going on with Django, but to be honest I'm kind of glad he hasn't. My fifteen year old body might be going crazy with hormones, but I know there's only one person I really want to kiss.
"By the way, you might want to let Django know you aren't interested. I don't think the poor bloke knows." Ferb informs me as he stops at the door to wait for me, which only makes me blush harder.
"I'll do that." I manage to choke out as I walk to meet him by the door.
Once I'm beside him we start walking, but we don't get very far before I blurt out what I'm thinking.
"How did you know I wasn't interested?" I ask, although I'm glad he knows.
"I know you, Phin. You don't need to tell me those sorts of things." Ferb answers easily.
I nod although I can't help wondering if that means that he knows how I feel about him. If he knows I think about him all the time and fantasize about him romantically. I wonder if he knows that I have no interest in Django because I'm so interested in him. I wonder if he knows that I've been a love sick wreck ever since I turned fifteen.
Ugh, I hate being fifteen.
Ferb suddenly laughs.
"What?" I ask, suddenly afraid I said something out loud.
"Nothing. You just don't have to tell me how much you hate being fifteen for me to know either." Ferb says with an easy smile.
"As long as you know."