Phineas grinned sheepishly. "I guess not. Heh.." He began to chuckle..
..which caused me to lose my balance completely. I toppled over backwards, before even Finny could catch me with his keen reflexes.
I lay there, unmoving.
Finny laughed and said, "You oh-kay?"
I grimaced. "I think I broke my butt."
This, of course, caused Finny to laugh even harder. "Maybe we should go rest," he suggested.
It wasn't long before we were relaxing comfortably in the food court. Brinker had bought some nachos that no one wanted to eat after Leper had sneezed on them.
Finny had been unusually quiet for about a minute and a half. He was staring out at the rink, numbly. Slowly, a smile crept across his lips.
Brinker noticed this, as I did. "What?" he asked, a little smile coming across his own lips.
Finny broke out into a full-fledged grin. "I'm gonna bleach my hair," he informed us.
"But, Finny!" Leper interjected. "Your hair's already blonde!"
"That's the whole idea," Phineas chattered, excitedly. "When I bleach it, it should be solid white! It'll be awesome!"
I slowly shook my head. "Whatever you say. Can we go home now? My mom is gonna freak out."
Finny seemed to be lost in his own world of bleached hair.
I snapped my fingers to get his attention. "Seriously, Finny. We need to go now."
My spaced-out friend snapped back to reality, squinting his eyes. "All in favor of staying, say Ai-yi-yi!"
Brinker, Leper, and I remained silent.
Finny shrank. "All opposed say..." He grinned. "All opposed, group hug!"
"If it'll get you to take us home," Brinker sighed, roughly grabbing Leper.
On the other side of the table, sat Finny and myself. Finny looked at me, with a huge beaming smile. I raised an eyebrow and lightly patted him on the shoulder. "I like you as a friend."
Finally, after dropping off Leper and Brinker, Finny pulled into my driveway. I sighed, relieved that I had made it home in one piece. Phineas sometimes got distracted, and that sometimes affected his driving.
I hopped out of the car, stalling before I closed the door. "Remember, tomorrow after school, I'm coming over so we can study for our Spanish exam."
"You bring the books, I'll bring the movies," he replied, snidely.
"Finny," I said, sternly, "we're STUDYING, whether you like it or not."
"I was only kidding," he said, comically. "You sound like my mother."
I closed the door, and he drove away.