Hello, Here is Chapter 2. Thanks for reading, and thank you to those who took the time to review! It meant so much! So here's more.
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Perry's P.O.V
My theme song plays as I fly through the air and crash into Dr. Doof's building.
"Aww, Perry the platypus, how nice of you to drop by!" Doof says as a metal cage comes down on top of me. I look around, realizing that he has giant piles of pizza toppings all over. "Now," He continues. "I know you are wondering why I have all this pizza stuff. You see, when I was a small boy my mother was known for her delicious pizzas, but it was a top secret family recipe and when she died years later, she said that my brother was next in line to have it. Then he can give it to his child, who can give it to his child, who can give it to his child, who can give it to... You-you get my point. So now I have stolen the recipe from my brother, and I will open up a pizza store down town. Then I will put a hypnosis potion in it so every one will be addicted to my pizzas so the other food companies will go out of business, making me the ruler of food, and the people of the tri-state area love food, witch makes me the ruler of the tri-state area!" He says as a big dramatic ending. "Okay, now I know you're wondering, 'How will he get his pizza ingredients down to his place?' Well, that's why I made an inator for that; I just don't know what its called yet."
Doof looks at his watch. "Wow, 6:30 already? Well, you did come a bit late. Perry the Platypus, can we finish this tomorrow? I have a book club I need to get to. I'm not opening the restaurant until then anyway. Okay?"
I nod as he takes the cage away. I wave and walk out the door. I'm not in the mood for fighting (or should I say stopping) Doof today anyway. I think to myself as I climb back into my hover jet. Phineas needs me.
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Ferb's P.O.V.
I can't help but smile to myself as I put on my PJs that night. I did it! I actually did it! I am going on a date with Vanessa! Better yet, a dance. But wait, she's WAY taller than me. Maybe I can make myself taller-
My thoughts are cut off by Phineas's voice. "Hey Ferb, how's it going?" His voice sounded way better but still tiny bit scratchy. I look over at him as he's taking a drink of water from his water bottle. He must have woken up from his nap.
I shrug, but then ask, "How are you feeling?" I sit on the edge of my bed, facing him.
"Way better." He says smiling. "I think that Sick-Away thing helped a lot."
I give him a thumbs up and a *ding* comes out of nowhere.
"Can you go get me some orange juice?" He asks, sitting up.
I'm about to hop off my bed when I hear a knock.
"Come in." Phineas says.
"Oh good, you're up." Linda grins as she opens the door. "Phineas, I brought you some chicken soup for dinner, and some orange juice." She gives him the soup and sets his asked for drink on his bedside table.
"Thanks mom, It looks delicious!" He says as he eats a spoonful. "Mmmmm."
"You're welcome. If you need anything just holler!" She walks out of the room, shutting the door again.
"Never mind." he chirps to me. I smile as lie down, opening my favorite book, The Odyssey.
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About half an hour later, Phineas gets out of bed clamming that he will be right back, taking his bowl downstairs. I ask if he wants me to do it, but he just shakes his head. "I can't spend all day in bed!" he claims.
I nod in agreement and go back to my book, but right as I do, Phineas slips on something and topples to the ground. I shut my book and crawl to the edge of my bed in worry. I'm about to ask him if he's okay, but then I notice that he's laughing.
"That was probably the most exciting thing that's happened to me all day!" He says to me, sitting up. Still confused, I climb off of the bed and kneel down on the hardwood floor beside him.
He holds up a notecard, obviously the thing that he slipped on, and reads it. It says "Phineas" in fancy pink lettering. "That looks like Isabella's handwriting," He observes. He flips it over and reads, "'Dear Phineas, I was kinda wondering if you were going to the dance tomorrow. Because, if you're not, do you want to go with me?'" He pauses. "'Love, Isabella.'"
After a few seconds, he looks up at me. "Why was it on a note? Why didn't she just ask me?"
I resist the urge to roll my eyes and instead tell him, "She thought you were still going to be sick tomorrow, so why bother?"
His confused features turn into a frown. "Aw, poor Isabella. I wish I could make it up to her." He stands up and sits on his bed, still holding the note in his hand. I do the same, pushing my blanket out of the way.
"I bet I'll be better by tomorrow the way our Sick-Away is helping. Maybe I can still go with her!" He says, hopping to his feet and heading towards the door, but stops in mid-stride. "Wait..." He says, smiling to himself. "Maybe it should be a surprise..."
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Vanessa's P.O.V.
I'm laying on my bed day dreaming when my phone rings. It was Lacey. Before I can even say hello, she starts babbling on about something I can't understand.
"Ok, Ok, slow down." I say. When she stops I ask curiously, "Now what are you saying?"
Sometimes that girl can get all exited about the littlest things. Sometimes I wonder why I'm friends with her when I can't understand her half of the time.
"I got you a date to the dance tomorrow!" She squeals. "Isn't it great?"
I sit up. "You WHAT?"
"His name is Damian, he has black hair, is tall-"
I cut her off. "Lacey, I already have a date." I say, surprising her.
It's silent for a minute before she asks, "Who is he?"
"You wouldn't know him." I reply honestly.
"Oh, yes I would. Its that kid with the green hair, isn't it?"
Maybe she does know him. "How did you know?"
"After your break-up with Jonny, thats the only person you talk about. He's so nice, he understands you... blah blah blah. What's is name, Flib?"
I roll my eyes. "It's Ferb. And no its not the only person I talk about."
"Yah it kinda is, and besides, He's only like nine."
"For your information, he's 12, and he's the sweetest person I know."
"Yeah but you're 16. There's only about a ten year difference." she exaggerates.
"There's only four! And why do you care?"
"I just don't wanna see you hurt when a 12 year old boy comes in footy Pajamas-"
I hang up, because I don't wanna put up with her anymore right now. Ferb's very mature for his age. He would not come in footy pajamas! She doesn't know him like I do.