Request by: thedoraemons7
Ferb & Gretchen
16-year-old Ferb was sitting in the coffee shop, his back to the door, having a hot drink. It was the middle of February and a freezing-rain storm started about an hour ago; this was the fifth one this week. He was told to sit tight and wait for his father to come pick him up.
The door opened and a blast of cold air hit Ferb in the back.
He looked up and saw Gretchen standing in front of him. "May I sit with you?" She asked. He nodded. "What brings you out on a day such as this?" Gretchen tried to start a conversation. Ferb shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his drink. "Do you think the storm will last very long?" She was trying desperately to get him to talk. She loved hearing his voice. He shook his head 'no'. Gretchen sighed and sipped at her drink.
"Ferb? Why?" Gretchen asked. Ferb looked directly at her and raised an eyebrow. "Why, what?" He replied. Gretchen's eyes went wide. "Why… don't you speak?" She inquired. Ferb was pensive for a few moments. "No one wants to know what I think." He said quietly. Gretchen looked at him. "How would you know? If you don't say what's on your mind."
Ferb sipped his beverage and started to snicker. "What's so funny?" Gretchen started giggling. Ferb broke out in a grin. "You want to know what I think?" He said. Gretchen nodded. "Yes. I'd love to know what goes through your head." She replied. He shook his head and shrugged. "I just wish people would talk when they actually had something to say, not just to hear the sound of their own voices… like some people we know." He then realised what he said, bit his lip and looked to the table. "You know Ferb. Some think that you're arrogant. You're just… quiet. I like that." Gretchen said and blushed.