A/N: Ok, so I've been kinda wishy washy about part of this story and I'm finally committed to a storyline, so just know that Phineas and Ferb did fight and that's where we're going from. And for those who read this when it was originally posted, I'm so sorry. Please and thank you for being patient with me. Thanks for reading and I hope you like it!

Phineas woke up and wondered why he felt so crappy. His stomach felt like a lead pit and his head ached.

Then he remembered last night.

He looked over at Ferb's bed, but his brother was already gone. He could hear the shower running, so figured that's where he must be.

Phineas got ready pretty quickly and heard Ferb head downstairs, but when he got there, he was nowhere to be seen.

"Morning Phineas. Want some breakfast?"

"Oh, yeah, that'd be great. Thanks Mom. Where's Ferb?" he asked, grabbing the orange juice from the fridge.

"He just left. Said he had to be to school early."

"Oh. Ok." Linda furrowed her brow. Something seemed off here, but she couldn't figure out what.

"So, have you decided if you want your own room?" she asked, changing the subject. Phineas thought for a moment and tried to ignore the twist of his gut when he said,

"You know Mom, I think I do."

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"Hey Phinea- geez, you look terrible."

"Thanks Grace," he said, taking his seat next to her. He had spent his lunch period wheeling around the halls and avoiding Buford and his "friends."

"Sorry! It's just- are you okay?"

"My brother and I had a fight last night. I-I didn't sleep well."

"That's rough. I'm sorry. I'm sure you two will make up in no time."

"Thanks."

Class started and Phineas struggled to focus on the lesson. His stomach ached from skipping lunch and it didn't help that every few minutes he would feel a piece of paper or a gum wrapper hit the back of his head.

Just ignore them, he reminded himself. They're not worth it.

"Alright," Mr. Roberts said. "The rest of class will just be free time to work on your project which is due next week, let me remind you! If you need any help, just come talk to me." He went and sat as his desk and the chatter of the class quickly grew louder as people got into their groups. Thankfully, the rest of the class period passed without incident and Phineas was actually able to relax and have fun working with Grace. She was really funny and smart too. He wished he had more than one class with her.

Eventually, the bell rang. Eighth period passed without incident and Phineas was woken up by the end of day bell. He gathered up his things and headed towards Mr. Roberts' room.

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BANG!

Phineas wheeled out the side door, hurrying to go meet Ferb. He had ran back to Mr. Robert's class to ask for some clarification on an assignment and it had taken longer than he thought. He didn't get far though. Marcus, Cooper, and Bryant stepped out from behind a portable and blocked his way.

"'Scuze me guys," Phineas said, trying to get past them, desperately hoping to avoid confrontation.

"Hey, slow down," Marcus said, grabbing the handles of his chair and yanking him to a stop. Phineas clutched his books to his chest to keep them from falling, then turned to look at Marcus.

"Do you mind?" he asked. Marcus laughed and turned the chair around and shoved Phineas towards Bryant. The kid grabbed the armrests then shoved him over to Cooper.

"Hey, come on guys. Stop it!"

"Whatcha gonna do about it Wheels? Can't use your legs and with your books, can't use your arms!" Bryant knocked the books out of his arms and shoved him back over to Marcus.

"Whoops," he said, sidestepping out of the way. Phineas felt his chair start to tip and, before he could do anything, he was on the ground.

The three boys laughed and dropped his books and papers all over before walking away, laughing.

Hot, angry tears welled up in Phineas' eyes and he quickly brushed them away.

"Screw them," he muttered, then clapped a hand over his mouth. Did he really just say that? He didn't say things like that! The tears threatened to overwhelm him again. What was wrong with him?

He was gathering up his books as fast as he could when the side door slammed open again. Phineas ducked his head, hoping he didn't know whoever it was. No such luck.

"There you are Phineas!" It was Mr. Roberts. "Are you alright?"

"Oh yeah. I, uh, there was a bump and I tipped over. I'm fine though."

"You sure?" he asked, kneeling down to help pick up some papers. Phineas nodded and lifted himself back into his chair, gratefully accepting his papers back from his teacher. "Alright... Your brother came looking for you. Oh, hang on." He opened the door again and yelled down the hall, "Ferb, I found him!" A moment later, Ferb came barreling through the door.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," he said, before Ferb could speak. The tone of his voice indicated that he was still mad at Ferb, but there was another hidden message: I'll tell you later.

"Thanks for your help Mr. Roberts," said Ferb.

"No problem boys. See you tomorrow."

The robotics teacher watched as the two boys walked and wheeled away, concern etched in his face. He knew Phineas had been lying and was worried about him. He'd have to keep a closer eye on the boy and try to figure out what was going on.