Fifteen: Hungry
Authors Note: Yay update! I decided to finally update since I'm in a writing mood. This one is a little short, but it's one of the first ideas I had for this series. If you guys have any ideas, let me know and I might use them. Remember when I'm out of ideas I'm going to end this. Of course at the moment I have at least 5 more, so no rush, lol. Anyway, let me know what you guys think!
Sometimes I feel like puberty will never stop giving me things to complain about. It all started this morning…
Ferb and I had woken up at our usual time of 6:30 a.m. I had been the one to turn off our alarm, although I did so with a yawn. I swear being fifteen made me incapable of being a morning person.
Of course Ferb had slept in only his boxers, and had looked gorgeous as he walked around the room. I swear he had taken his sweat time to put a shirt on, walking around our room allowing me to see every ripple that his muscles make as he walks. One day I will jump him. It'll be his own fault.
Once Ferb had decided to put some clothes on, not bothering to leave the room to do so might I add, we walked downstairs with the intention of eating breakfast, but upon arriving downstairs we saw our mother looking at the pipes under the sink.
"What's wrong with the sink mom?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"I wish I knew," Mom says standing up and scratching her head before her face suddenly dawns a look of realization, "I haven't made you boy's breakfast yet."
"Don't worry about it mom, we'll have cereal. Besides, you're gonna be late for your antique thing." I told her.
"You're right; I need to go meet your father," Mom said before walking over and kissing both our cheeks, because we're brothers, and she's our mother, and I totally don't want to do anything sexual with my brother. "Bye boys, have a good day at school."
"Bye mom." We both said at the same time.
Mom then grabbed her purse and walked out the door.
"Fix the sink?" I asked.
"Phineas, I know what we're going to do today." Ferb said, making a joke of my catch phrase.
"Where's Perry?" I asked rolling my eyes.
We both shared a laugh before we went to work on the sink. Once we finished the sink we moved on to the dish washer, and then to the garbage disposal, doing repairs and improving them. When we finished, we realized that we were running late for school. We ran to grab our backpacks and then hopped into Ferb's car and sped to school.
Now looking back it probably doesn't sound so bad, but as I'm sitting here at lunch, practically inhaling my food, it sucks pretty badly.
You see ever since I hit fifteen and started going through puberty I've been hungry all the time. I remember Ferb going through this part of puberty; it's one of the only parts I remember him facing.
"Slow down Dinner bell, you're gonna choke." Buford says staring at me.
"I can't help it; I missed breakfast and I'm starving." I tell him, barely looking away from my hamburger that's only one bite from being finished.
"Why did you miss breakfast?" Baljeet asks, looking at me as though I'm being disgusting. In his defense I probably am.
"Ferb and I got caught up with home repair this morning," I tell them as I eat the last of my French fries. "I'm still hungry."
"You can have my jello." Baljeet offers handing it to me.
"Thanks." I say grabbing it.
"I wanted that." Buford tells me and Baljeet with a glare.
"Too bad." I say opening it and taking a bite.
"Maybe you should have spent more time eating this morning instead of watching Ferb bent over the pipes." Buford says, making my face go scarlet.
"I was fixing stuff!" I hiss, but I can tell that my face remains red.
"I bet." Buford says rolling his eyes.
Somehow Buford is the only one who realizes that I may have more than brotherly feelings for Ferb. He had guessed all on his own too. Baljeet still believes that it is just a joke that Buford likes to make, while Isabella knows nothing about it.
I glare at him lightly as I finish Baljeet's jello cup. Sadly I'm still a little hungry, and I'm embarrassed to top it off.
I can't say it enough. I. Hate. Being. Fifteen.
"Well, speak of the devil." Buford says looking behind me.
I turn around to see Ferb walking toward me, apple in tow.
"I figured you'd be hungry since I made us miss breakfast." Ferb offers as he hands me a big, bright red apple.
"I wanted to do repairs too." I say, trying not to blush as I remember Buford's earlier comment.
Ferb just grins and shrugs. "Either way, I knew you'd be starving," he says, and a second later my stomach growls, proving his point.
I blush at that. He smirks and holds back a laugh. "You know me well." I say.
"I do," he agrees, giving me a smile that makes me melt.
"Where'd you get an apple anyway?" Baljeet asks from behind me.
"We're drawing fruit in art class. Hopefully she didn't notice that I took an apple to the bathroom." Ferb says with a smirk.
Baljeet and I laugh a little, while Buford looks slightly happier.
"Well, I should get back before she wonders where I went," Ferb says referring to his art teacher, "Eat up; you're a growing boy after all." Ferb says ruffling his hand in my hair before turning to leave.
I turn back toward Buford and Baljeet, only to see Buford smirking.
"Better not tell Isabella about this." Buford says with a smirk.
"Shut up." I mutter before taking a bite of my apple.
It's delicious.