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Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Phineas and Ferb
At robotics class...
"Alright, Ferb," Phineas said, pulling up a blank blueprint. "What do you want to make?"
The boys had been placed in the advanced robotics class, and so even though it was their first day they were working on a complex assignment: making a small, working version of a motorized object.
Ferb picked up the blueprint, scribbled for about a minute, and then placed it back on the table. "Awesome!" Phineas exclaimed. "A scale model of the roller coaster we built as kids! Got any material?" He asked, turning around to see that Ferb had
already picked up multiple gears, shafts, bolts, bottles of glue, and little wooden boards.
"Ugh!" Phineas said as he wiped glue off his hands for the fifth time. "You know, it was a lot easier to make a big one than this tiny one. I can't get my fingers to put all these little parts in. If only we were tiny so this would be like old times."
Phineas's face lit up as he snapped his fingers. "Ferb! I know what we're going to do today! We'llreconstruct the shrinking device we made when we wanted to play hide-and-seek that one time. Then we'll shrink down so making this tiny rollercoaster
will be like making a regular sized one!" Ferb nodded, making a note in his notebook. "Of course," Phineas continued on, "Although we have several parts here, our atom converter sphere is still at home, so we'll have to work on this later."
After school...
"Hi, Guys," Isabella said as she caught up with Phineas and Ferb outside the school. "Hey, Isabella," Phineas said, butterflies randomly appearing in his stomach. Phineas has always been very socially inclined, popular, extroverted, so being nervous
while talking to someone, especially his best friend, was weird for him. Stupid teenage hormones, he inwardly thought.
"Hey! Dinner Bell!"
Phineas didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. The raspy voice, plus the nickname, gave it away. "Hello, Buford," He said. "Well, we'reall here. Ready to go?" "No, wait!" Isabella said. "I invited Ginger to come with us." Phineas
felt relieved that Isabella wouldn't be the only girl there. Still trying to figure out why he had developed a sudden crush on her, he didn't want to be alone with her for a little while.
"Here I am!" Ginger called from the end of the hallway. She jogged to catch up, stopping at the school entrance. "Bajeet just texted me. He said he'll meet us at the milkshake shop." "Cool!" Phineas said. "Well, I think that's all of us. C'mon, gang,
let's go!" They chatted for a while, about everything from summer camps to visits with Grandma to new school subjects.
"So How was Fireside Girl Camp Isabella?" Ginger asked as they pushed open the doors to the milkshake heaven. "It was great!" Isabella said as she grabbed some menues. "I got to be a junior counselor, which meant I got to stay in a cabin with 7 girls
and a high schooler, who was the senior counselor, and spend a whole week helping them earn patches! It was so much fun! Here, I took pictures!" Isabella pulled out her phone as the group sat down at a table. She began scrolling through pictures
of seven little girls canoeing, eating ice cream, hiking, and telling stories around the campfire. The last photo was a group selfie with all the fireside girls, Isabella, and a tall brunette who was most likely the main counselor. "That's Hannah,"
Isabella said, pointing to the main counselor. "The blonde one is Shelly, the short one is Laura, the tall one in the back is Kayla, the one in the orange shirt is May, the one holding the frog is Abbey, the one with the teddy bear is Mandy, and
the one with black hair is Camryn." Isabella pointed at each girl as she named them.
Just then, Bajeet entered. "Hello, my friends," He said. "How are you all doing today?" "We're doing great," said Phineas. "How's collage?" "Oh, it is quite fun," Baljeet said. "Although, I must say, it is quite - why do you keep doing that?" Baljeet
asked suddenly. "What?" Phineas asked. "You keep running your hand through your hair." It was an old nervous habit of his, and he hadn't noticed he was doing it. It was obvious why, though."No reason, I-I was just...um," Phineas stammered.
Thankfuly, the waitress showed up at that moment, cutting his explanation short.
"Can I take your orders?" The waitress asked sweetly. "Chocolate chip, please," Phineas ordered. "Vanilla," said Ferb. "Strawberry for me, please," Isabella requested. "I'll have Mint, please," Ginger ordered. "I will please have the Passionfruit
Smoothie, seeing as how milkshakes are incredibly high in sugar," Bajeet said. "I'll take a classic hamburger with a large Oreo smoothie," Buford demanded. "Buford, at least say thank you," Bajeet rebuked as the waitress took their orders back
to the kitchen.
"Really?" Buford said. "We're at a milkshake bar, and you get a smoothie?" "Well," Baljeet reasoned, "smoothies are lower in fat, sugar, and calories." "Remember when we were little and we built that machine that could turn anything into
a smoothie?" Phineas asked. "Yeah!" Said Isabella. "And that time we built the rollercoaster? That might have been my favorite." "Which time?" Buford asked. "Remember our own milkshake bar?" Phineas said. "Yes, How is it?" Bajeet asked. "Great,
as always," Phineas said. "Ferb and I ride up once a month to check up on the place and collect our 20% of the earnings." "Only 20%?" Buford asked. "You guys are the owners! Why don't you make more?" "We let them use the other 80% to buy the supplies,
pay the employees, expand, and advertise."
Just then, the waitress can back. "Here's your passionfruit smoothie, and here's the mint, and there's the vanilla, chocolate chip, strawberry, and here's the Oreo milkshake with the classic hamburger. Do you need anything else?" "No, I think we're
good," Phineas answered.
"Man, that was fast," Buford said, taking a huge bite out of his burger. "Well, it is fast food," Phineas joked.
"So, what elective is everyone taking?" Baljeet asked. "I'm in art with Holly and Django," Isabella said. "I think Django likes you, by the way," Ginger said. Phineas, who has just taken a huge sip of his milkshake, started choking. "Dude, you okay?"
Buford asked as Ferb whacked him on the back. "Y-yeah," Phineas coughed. "I j-just, um, swallowed wrong."
"How can you tell?" Isabella asked. "Well," Ginger said, "he always stares at you, and whenever you look at him he immediately turns away." Thats what we were like in science class, Phineas thought. "You can see his face grow warm and he stutters
whenever he talks to you," Ginger continued. I never feel comfortable talking around her anymore, Phineas realized. "Well, I don't like him back," Isabella said. "Where are you going, Phineas?" "Bathroom," Phineas said as he walked away
from the table.
Phineas splashed cold water on his burning face. Why does it matter to you if Django likes her? He asked himself. You're her best friend, not her boyfriend. She's at perfect liberty to date whoever she likes. Phineas noticed that
his face was sweaty, and he felt all shaky. It was almost like he had the flu.
You just don't like the idea of her dating because she's your best friend. You feel the need to protect her, almost as if she were your sister. Phineas tried to explain his feelings to himself. But inside he knew the real reason he didn't want
to see her dating, and it had nothing to do with her being like a sister to him.
Why can't you just enjoy a milkshake with your friends like a regular teenager? He asked himself. He wiped his face on a paper towel and walked back to the table.
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