First chapter! Yeah, I know, very original.
Six years later
Phineas' pov
"Ferb, what's this all about?" I asked, annoyed. Ferb stared at me in disbelief.
"What's this all about? Are you kidding me?" His voice rose. "Today was our first day of high school and you completely ignored me. You ignored all of us. You didn't even talk to me. To me. And for what? To flirt with some weird anarchist chick?" I gritted my teeth, feeling anger bubble up inside of me.
"Alice is not 'some weird anarchist chick'. And we weren't flirting." I said.
"She is so anarchist." Ferb shot back.
"Yeah, but she's not weird." I said.
"Phineas, this isn't you. You're not some rebel who deserts his friends." Ferb said. A black sheet filled my mind.
"You don't know me, okay? You don't know anything about me. You're not even my real brother. If my mom didn't have custody over me, I wouldn't even be here." I snapped. There was a long silence. For me, it was filled with a question. Why was I still here? Just because my mom was my legal guardian didn't mean that I had to stay.
"I'm going to study with Isabella." I said. I could see Ferb's incredulous face in my mind, but dared not look behind me. Looking back gave you away. Plus, if I looked back, there was a ninety percent chance I would lose my nerve.
Sometimes when I lie
I know you're onto me
I walked over to Isabella's house, then walked through the gate into her backyard and glanced around, ducking behind the bushes towards the fence on the other side. I glanced back once, just once, then jumped over the fence and began to run. I knew I should feel guilty, or at least a small sense of loss, but all I could feel when I pictured their faces when they discovered I was gone was an almost giddy sense of evil joy.
Sometimes I don't mind
How hateful that I can be
Sometimes I don't try
To make you happy
I ran until I got to the Googlplex Mall, then blended into the crowd of kids coming from school and home. I ducked into the boys bathroom and unzipped my backpack. I pulled on a black t-shirt with a grey hoodie over it, and ripped black skinny jeans. I took out some spray dye I'd appropriated when I'd leaned on the dye shelf on my way over and sprayed my hair black. I put in the brown contacts I'd borrowed from some random person and looked in the mirror for results. I nodded. My nose, which was my most distinguishing characteristic, could wait. The rest of me was unrecognizable.
I don't know why I do
The things I do to you
I got on the first bus out of Danville. The driver didn't ask for identification, so I was all right there. Secretly, I was glad he hadn't. I'd been clean for almost a whole three months, and I wanted to ease back into my normal lifestyle. Starting with saying good-bye to mommy darling, sister dear, step-dad-of-the-year and my so-called brother for good.
I felt something in me qualm at the thought of never seeing them again, but I crushed it. I'd waited years for this. I wasn't going to blow it all for some idiot conscience I'd picked up from my step-brother. I pulled out my phone and sighed, then tossed it out the bus window.
Sometimes I don't want to be better
Sometimes I can't be put back together
Sometimes I find it hard to believe
There's someone else who could be
Just as messed-up as me
The first stop passed by, then the second, then the third. On the fourth, some weird too-nice-type man sat by me.
"You traveling on your own?" He asked.
I nodded, turning back to the window, annoyed.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
I ignored him, watching the trees and fields pass by while the clouds seemed to remain in exactly the same place.
"You gonna just sit there the whole time?" He asked.
"Leave me alone old man." I snapped. The man grunted.
"I just don't see how a kid as young as you would be traveling alone." He said. I bristled, my mind immediately flashing through a dozen comebacks, but dwelling on the truth.
Sometimes don't deny
That everything is wrong
My mom and dad broke up when I was five years old, and my mom went and married another guy in not even another year. It took four more years for us to get living arrangements down, and in that time I spent more than a little time living with my grandparents or in a foster home. Mom didn't care. All she cared about was her stupid Lawrence and her stupid dream life. She didn't care about me and she never had.
Sometimes I'd rather die
Than to admit it's my fault
When I started doing the things that I did, it was an escape. It was an outlet. No one had ever taken the time to teach me anything else. And by the time they started noticing the changes in me, I was too far in to ever want out. It wasn't my fault I had aggression issues, that I got into fights. It wasn't my fault that I was so much smarter than everyone else and could crack even the toughest code like some kids could shove a candy bar down their throat. None of what I did was my fault. If my parents hadn't screwed up my life in the first place, I never would've had to do any of that stuff to let my anger out.
Sometimes when you cry
I just don't care at all
Mom cried when I got arrested the first time, but that only made me angrier. She never acted like she cared about me unless someone was there who would clap after her show. She said it was her fault. She said she was sorry. She said we could fix this. I didn't believe her. I never did.
I don't know why I do
The things I do to you but
I wasn't exactly sure when I had started to hate Ferb, or why. Maybe it was because his mom sent him e-mails every day. Maybe it was because his dad would never, ever get so drunk he would hit him or not even remember his own name. Maybe it was because he had everything I should've had and could do almost everything I could. Maybe it was because he was nice to me no matter what I did. And maybe that was why he was still in my head after I'd pushed Linda Flynn, Lawrence Fletcher, and Candace Flynn out.
Sometimes I don't wanna be better
Sometimes I can't be put back together
Sometimes I find it hard to believe
There's someone else who could be
Just as messed-up as me
I got off at the sixth or seventh stop in a town called Red Cove. Which was a stupid name because it wasn't even close to the ocean or any body of water for that matter. I walked down the main street until I could duck into a back alley. I followed the cobblestone streets riddled with potholes and puddles and stink until I got to an old garage with a faded sign above it reading Carlos' Cars. I made myself comfortable in the back of the garage until around eleven pm when Carlos came back from the bar.
"Phineas! Good to see you." He said, reaching his arms out to embrace me. I could smell the alcohol on his breath from across the room and stayed where I was on the old mold-rotted couch.
"Carlos." I nodded. "I'm calling in a solid you owe me." Suddenly Carlos was all business. That is, as all-business as you can be after downing twenty shots of some weird contraption you let your internet date mix up for you.
"Sure, sure, what do you need? An engine job? Paint maybe? I have some nice ketchup in the bedroom." He leered, staggering to the chair across from me. I sighed, fingering the small vile I had in my pocket.
"Not cars, Carlos. Think. I'm fifteen years old, it's eleven o'clock at night, and my legal guardian is halfway across the state." I said. Carlos thought a minute, then a light dawned on his face.
"You need papers." He said.
"Good boy!" I said sarcastically. "Keep it up and I just might give you a treat!" Carlos frowned.
"Don't mess with me, Phineas. I can be dangerous when I'm drunk." He said, trying to sound threatening, but actually looking like a confused walrus on a rock.
"Whatever. Just get me those papers." I said. "Tomorrow though. I don't want to get picked up the first time I run into our little friends in uniform." Carlos nodded.
"Tomorrow, then." He rubbed his head. "Maybe better make it in a day or two. I think I really overdid it tonight."
"Did you get her number, at least?" I asked.
"Number. Yes. It's…" He looked around. "It's somewhere." I rolled my eyes.
"Get some rest. I want to be long gone by at least three days from now." I said.
"Yes. Rest. Goodnight Phineas." He said, staggering off to his room.
I curled up on the couch and used my backpack as a pillow. I watched the lights from cars passing by, I watched the stars spin across the sky, I watched the moon change direction…but I did not sleep the entire night. I did not dare.
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