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Chapter 36: Friends
He slowly moved behind the corner to get a peek at the two. The sickening feeling on his gut struck again as he watched them both.
"So then, it goes like this…" she took the guitar gently from his hands, and strummed it slowly.
"No, no. It goes like this…"
He took her hands, entwining it around his own to show her how to play.
Seeing this, the redhead turned his head around, wincing. He couldn't bear to see the sight, ironically accompanied by the most beautiful sounds he ever heard.
"What do you want?" he whispered to himself. "Why do you make me hurt so much every time I see them together like that?"
"They're just friends," he muttered slowly, closing his eyes shut. "They're just friends, they're just friends…"
"If you have something to say, Phineas, I think you'd be better off saying it in front of us."
He jumped in surprise when he heard the girl's voice behind him.
"I-Isabella, Ferb… heh-heh. What's up?" He scratched his left ear.
"Phineas, would you kindly explain why were you eavesdropping on us when you can just, you know, walk up to us and say hi?"
"N-no reason. Just, uh…" He racked his brain for excuses, but as usual, nothing even remotely good came up.
"…I j-just didn't want to bother you two," he finally blurted out. "Ferb, can I talk to you for a sec?"
Before the boy can respond in any way, Phineas already took his hand and rushed off to the next room. He shut the door and locked it for good measure.
"Ferb, what the heck? I can't even look at her getting too close with another boy anymore without feeling sick these days. Not even you!"
He only raised an eyebrow.
"It's just… I don't know…" He shuffled around the room nervously, making hand motions to explain his point.
"This one's new. E-every time I see her with a boy, I get this weird feeling in my stomach… like, like this hot ball that's poking me with-with these… long, tickly little pins."
Ferb barely stifled a chuckle. "Are you… trying to describe jealousy?"
"Jealousy?" Phineas snorted in response. Pfft. I don't get jealous, Ferb. It's, uh… it's worry! Yeah, it's called worrying for a friend!"
Ferb's smirk only grew wider at his brother's denial.
But before he could rub it in further, the two heard a familiar voice squealing in delight behind the door.