Finally figured out what else to write!

Soooo, I have writer's block for LFLS...again...so I'll be writing a bit for this. Which is awesome, 'cause I've been itching to write more for this. Now, it wasn't that I haven't figured out ideas for what to write, it's more for putting it in order. Now, I don't think I'll be able to get it exact, but I need to be as accurate as possible. I'm not just writing a fun-filled story, it's also writing down how their past was like, so I should be accurate as possible.

As a result, some will be short little moments, while others will be long episodic (mis)adventures.

Thank you, bilaterus, for this suggestion! XD Which, by the way, I am open to...I just won't choose all of them. So keep that in mind.

Note: I do not own the characters of Phineas and Ferb. That honor belongs to Dan Povenmire and Jeff "Swampy" Marsh. I do, however, own OCs, like Alice Schnitzel.

Enjoy!

P/F/P/F

The Memories We Shared

written by: Galaxina-the-Seedrian

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The Neighbors (Part 1)

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After that first meeting, everything that Heinz had come to know seemed...well...exactly the same, for the most part. No one else seemed to alter from Alice's presence. If anything, they saw her as a bit of a nuisance, to which Heinz couldn't really blame them in spite her sunnier personality. There was such thing as too much of a good thing, after all. Then again, at this point, Heinz wasn't exactly sure if this was true or not; he just had the vibe that she seemed to be the case.

Heinz himself was a reserved person. He had tried to make one or two friends, but everyone appeared to be dumb at best, and cruel at worst. Eventually, he simply stayed on the sidelines, and completely ignored the world. Not entirely to make him a recluse, of course, but he could care less about how he was labeled as a person or whatever.

Alice was literally the opposite of him when it came to social interaction. While Heinz could care less about what was going on in someone's life, Alice would be constantly asking questions about people, personal or not. The questions varied from deep, horrifying secrets of which no one would ever want to reveal, to what your favorite color was. A lot of the time, she'd ask questions to the point of scaring someone off, or getting her on their bad side. She was, quite clearly, oblivious to this.

Of course, there were the few times of which Alice wouldn't be able to get a plausible answer, or an answer at all. In that case, Heinz would actually sympathize with that kind of people who assumed that by giving her ANY answer would suffice, and felt even worse for the people who refused to talk to Alice about it at all. Alice may seem brainless from time to time, but that didn't make her stupid. She was actually very smart; scatterbrained, but smart.

And she was definitely smart enough to tell if you were lying to her or not.

Heinz remembered one particular instance in which Alice had visited him in his home once again. Of course, this time, she had proceeded to climb through a window that was in the kitchen, while he was lying on a couch, reading a book that had to do with a child with psychokinetic powers. Usually, his mother would be in the kitchen, letting out a shocked yelp upon seeing Alice randomly appearing through the window, but she and Heinz's father were out with some friends of theirs, leaving Heinz to watch over his younger brother. Alice practically fell through the window, and landed on a counter with a thud, and then rolled off to the ground. There was silence for a mere few seconds, and Heinz proceeded to ignore his friend's entrée with a turn of a page.

Suddenly, Alice's head popped up over Heinz, leaning over the couch. Heinz didn't bother to look up. "What is it?" he asked.

"I need your help," Alice said, sounding nervous, "There's danger foreboding upon the land!"

Heinz gave Alice a small glance. "Because...?"

Alice blinked. And blinked. And blinked again. "Well...I'm not sure," she finally said; Heinz looked back to his book, "But it's very urgent, I tell you!"

"Under what circumstances?" Heinz asked, giving a shorter glance before reading a particular paragraph that intrigued him.

"Alright, you know that one house down the road?"

Heinz sighed, put a bookmarked the page, and place down his book, looking up at Alice with indifference. "There are a lot of houses down the road, Alice," he stated, "You gotta be more specific than that."

"No, no, you don't understand," Alice shook her head, "I'm talking about THE house down the road."

Heinz's eyes widened at this. "Ooooh, you mean the one with the-?"

"Yes."

"-and has that weird-?"

"Uh-huh."

"Aaaah," Heinz nodded in understanding, "I see...well, aside from the weird architecture, I don't see what exactly is wrong with the place. It isn't haunted, since the people there are alive and stuff," he paused, and almost smirked, "Well, at least I think they're alive, anyway."

Heinz snickered a bit at his joke, while Alice eye-rolled. Soon after, the serious demeanor returned to Heinz's face. "But in all seriousness," he said, "I doubt the place has any paranormal activity going on over there."

"Yeah, that would be stupid," Alice said, waving it off, "I would have gotten to you once you read stuff about exorcism or something."

"How would you know if I ever read a book about that?"

"Heinz, I think I might know you well enough to assume that if something intrigues you, you'll read about it."

"Fair enough."

"Anyways, I am here to discuss a matter of HUGE importance! The owners of THE house down the road are..." Alice leaned towards Heinz, pulling his head closer to her mouth. She whispered, "Spies."

Heinz pulled away with an unimpressed look on his face. "The owners of the house-"

"THE house."

"...THE house," Heinz began to face-palm as he corrected himself, "The owners of THE house...as in Mr and Mrs. Gumblnick?"

"Yes."

"The people who give kids free candy every time they pass by?"

Alice stared at her friend's unconvinced face incredulously. "Heinz, you have to admit, THAT is kind of creepy," she said, "Especially since they literally do this every time they see a kid, not just on Hallows Eve."

Heinz hummed for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, you're right," he said, "Now that I think hard about it, I understand why you would think that they're suspicious. Besides, if they live in THIS town, they have to have SOME bit of cruelty in them."

"Then why are you being all skeptic?" Alice said, with hands on her hips, which resulted in her falling onto Heinz, head-butting his stomach.

After letting out an "oof", Heinz flipped Alice onto the ground, and glared at her. "Because they're elderly," he said, "They're probably older than MY grandparents, and half of them are dead. They wouldn't be able to hurt mice."

"That's what they WANT you to think!"

Heinz rolled his eyes and picked up his book. Opening it, he lied his head back on the couch. "Honestly, Alice," he said, "You can't JUST base your theories on mere assumptions. There needs to be evidence to back up your case."

Alice began to blink slowly before grinning. "I knew you've been reading those detective books," she said, "Which is why I came to you to begin with!"

"Seriously," Heinz turned back to Alice, "First of all, just because I've read books about it, doesn't make me a detective. If that was the case, you should just read it yourself, and leave me be."

Alice let out a nervous chuckle at this. "He-he, yeah...about tha-"

"And secondly," Heinz interrupted, not wanting to hear another one of Alice's insane excuses, "How'd you even know what I was reading to begin with?"

"Easy. Roger told me about it."

Heinz froze. "...Roger?" he blinked, "How would he have...don't tell me. He was outside, wasn't he?"

Alice nodded with a smile on her face. Heinz groaned, as he place a hand on his forehead, discarding his book entirely. "He's not supposed to be outside while Mother and Father are out unless I'm supervising him," he said more to himself than to Alice, "Ugh, I'm in trouble..."

"You talk to yourself a lot," Alice said in a jolly tone, "You should probably get that checked out."

"Keep in mind that I am the only intelligent being in this town," Heinz said, "No offense, but I'm still questioning where you stand...practically anywhere."

The girl in question didn't seem to pay attention to his possible insult as she began to grin mischievously. "You knooooow," Alice said in a sing-song voice, "I could help you hunt the kid down, if you help me with this case."

Heinz gave a glare. "It's not a case," he said, "For all we know, you could just be pulling nonsense out of your butt...then again, I could use the help in finding my stupid brother...alright, I guess I'll help."

"Yay!" Alice bounced, "This is gonna be fun! Alice and Heinz, Detective Team! Let's go!"

As Heinz was dragged out of the house by Alice, he began to curse himself for being so distracted as to allow his younger sibling to run off again leading to what he knew would be a disaster. He probably should have guessed that this would happen, anyway. As depressing as it sounded, nothing really went his way, for the most part.

Once outside, Alice looked around the area, acting as if she was checking to see if anyone had followed her. Heinz deducted that Alice must have been like this while she was trying to get to his home. "The people in this town are idiots, you know," Heinz sighed, "You don't need to act like a ninja in order to dodge suspicion. Trust me, I've been here longer than you."

Alice let out a groan. "Ah, come on," she said, "Let a girl have her fun, please?"

"If this is such an emergency, then I don't think this calls for fun, Alice."

"Ah, yes," Alice nodded, "As usually, Heinrich, you are right."

Heinz stopped, and glared at Alice. "Don't call me Heinrich," he said, "Seriously, it's just Heinz."

"I can call you whatever I want," Alice crossed her arms, grinning, "We're friends. We should be able to do that."

The other sighed, seemingly in defeat. "Alright then..." Heinz smirked wryly, "Allison."

Alice stared for a moment, her cheery disposition briefly turning sour at the boy's comeback. "...Touché, Heinz. Touché."

"So," Heinz went on, "Which way did Roger go?"

"He went to one of his friends' house," Alice shrugged, "Forgot his name...Benedict?"

Heinz let out an aggravated sigh. "Benediiiict..."

"What? What's so bad about Benedict?"

"He's just one of those people that I detest," Heinz said, "He's not the best of...influences on Roger."

Alice nodded in understanding at this statement. "So, they get into trouble a lot?" she asked.

"What? Pfft. As if," Heinz rolled his eyes, "Roger's a total goody-goody-two-shoes. He'd never fall into pressure."

"Then what's the problem?"

"He's very gullible," Heinz explained, "He'll listen to anyone. Roger tends to believe that everyone had 'good' in them, and should be given a chance."

Alice tilted her head. "What's so bad about a mindset like that?" she asked.

"There's no such thing as goodness. Everyone has some kind of negativity that outweighs the positive attributes."

"...Well, that's a depressing way of putting it, man."

"Right, you're still new here," Heinz shrugged, "You'll learn."

Alice blinked, but soon after smiled it off. "Okie doki artichoke," she bounced off, "Onward!"

A/N:

...I made it into a two-parter after I couldn't figure out how to continue this. Don't patronize me! DX

Not all of these are going to be two-parters; heck, some of these are just gonna be drabbles. Which is fine, because, I think that's what a lot of these things are going to be; drabbles. Unless I come up with longer stuff for it.

Sooooo, what do you think? Review if you want! Even follow and fave~. :3 Hope you guys enjoyed this cute little thing that I WANNA EAT UP, IT'S SO DANG CUTE! XD

-GTS