Sorry guys, I feel like this story is just weird and not too exciting. Or maybe I just feel that way because I don't really have any interaction with my readers so I don't know how many of you actually come back to check if I've published again, or if you just read what I currently have and then forget this exists. Because of this, I may end up stopping this story short. However I'm not sure yet, so I will continue to publishing every two to three weeks for now.

But as of when this chapter is posted, I have gotten ONE comment on the last chapter which was from a guest. So, Guest, you know who you are ;D I appreciate the feedback! :)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Phineas's P.O.V.

I walk home with Ferb, ready to just flop down and watch NetLix all night to get my mind off things, but by the time we're home, I'm suddenly extremely tired.

I walk over to my bed sleepily, until a sudden wave of heat comes over my body and my knees give out, dropping me lifelessly onto my bed, where I nearly instantly fall unconscious.

Ferb's P.O.V.

I come into the room to seem Phineas asleep on his bed. I walk over and sit next to him.

I watch him for a while as he sleeps, hugging his pillow, and jerking his leg around every so often. I guess he's having a nightmare.

I move over so I'm right next to him and keep watching him, wondering what could possibly be going on in his head. But yet, I'm hesitant to do anything, considering that fact that he needs as much sleep as possible.

Not long after... Mom comes in.

Crud.

"Hey, boys..." She pauses and looks to Phineas. "What's wrong with him?"

"Oh, he was just tired. We were uhhh... We we playing soccer. Phineas ran himself out and now he's really tired…" I lie.

Mom looks at me suspiciously, but shrugs it off.

Great. Not only have I lied, but I lied to someone who thinks they know I'm always telling the truth. And I always did tell the truth, but now, I don't.

Guilt sets in my stomach at the thought. But my stomach gains another feeling; one of sickness and regret, wishing I could have helped Phineas in some way so he wouldn't have been shot with the laser.

"Im sorry, Ferb…" Phineas says after a moment of my zoning out.

"What?"

"I'm sorry. You just lied to mom, something you swore yourself to never do, because of me"

"Its okay Phin. I'm actually more concerned about you at the moment," I sigh. "Ever since the laser hit you, I've been concerned. I mean, what if it did something else? Other than what we know? Or, even, what we THINK we know!" I panic a little, but I try to sound calmer.

Phineas remains quiet. I stare into his eyes, searching for a reaction, but there wasn't the Phineas flare in them anymore. In fact they seemed almost hollow and void of emotion. No happiness, no optimism... nothing

But then I noticed something. Something else, something I may have been missing this whole time, but it's been there, messing Phineas up, and giving me this terrible feeling. Something was definitely wrong. VERY wrong.

"Phineas, what is up with you? I mean, are you okay?" I ask sternly, honestly confused and craving answers. After a while, something boils up in me. I need answers, hope, I need that Phineas flare to comfort me.

Why isn't it there, Phin? What are you holding back? What are you doing?

"Answer me!" I finally yell, not mad, but a little upset, as well as mortified at his silence.

He suddenly clenches his fists, tightening his fingers around his bedsheets until his knuckles turn white, and his face becomes somewhat pale. "I'm… I'M... FINE!" He almost growls, loudly, and suddenly exploding with anger. And as his voice booms, his pupils shrink into slits, glaring down into the depths of my very soul.

Uh oh.

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