A/N: Just as a reminder, I take requests that are about the past of Phineas, Ferb and other characters, and which can be written in about or less than 400 or 500 characters. A question for you - I am planning to end Little Memories at 50. Shall I proceed? (I am running out of ideas). Enjoy! ~~
Bearable
As told by Ferb
The hotel room was almost in darkness, had it not been for the warm, golden light that the table lamp bathed the room in. I hugged the warm blanket tucked in around me to myself, and smiled sleepily at Dad. He sat next to me, half-lying down, stroking my hair in a tender, calm way, and I felt my eyelids closing.
"So, Ferb, you like your new babysitter? Miss Stoner?"
I shook my head.
"Awww, you don't?" Dad had started using that baby-tone. "She's a nice woman, isn't she?"
I thought, as much as my sleepy mind would allow me to. A soft, sleepy voice. "Maybe,"
"Well then…" he was lost in thought. "Shall we talk about cars, Ferb? You were always very interested in them, weren't you? There are lots of them here, in America!"
"I don't like them, not here," a shake of my head.
"Well," said Dad, looking puzzled. "The food, then?"
Shook my head. No.
"Our hotel? Our room?" he gestured around the room.
Nope.
"So you don't like anything here," he said in mock seriousness. "So you don't like Linda either?"
Mmm-hmm. Another shake of my head.
"Or Candace?"
"No…"
Dad gave a big sigh. "Phineas?"
"N—" I stopped myself, and flushed a pale red, as I hung my head. Then, looking up at father again, I smiled a small, sad smile. "Well…" I said awkwardly. "Phin is what makes my stay here so bearable," And with a smile on my lips, my eyes closed. The last thing I felt was the warmth of my father's lips on my forehead, and then a tiny whisper, "Good night, sweetheart,"