Hey people! I am so very sorry for the long wait! I've had the beginning of this chapter typed out for so long but I never came around to finishing it until today! So I hope you're not too mad at me and I hope you like the chapter! Here we go!

Chapter Two

I was soaking wet when I got back to the house. My mom gave me a small scolding and sent me up to my room to change clothes. I changed into a dry pair of faded blue jeans and kicked my shoes into my closet, but all I did with my shirt was take it off, squeeze the water out of it over the bathtub in mine and Phineas' bathroom, and hang it up over the shower curtain rail. After all the running I just did I felt extremely hot, despite the rain that I had been running in. I planned on taking a shower after I cooled down a little bit. For now I went and laid down on my bed, my hands behind my head which rested on my pillow.

I didn't have an actual reason for why I had gone on that run, but it had felt so good. It had been unwillingness when I had stopped and come inside the house. I wanted to go back out so bad, but the sudden crack of thunder and streak of lightning told me to stay inside.

"Ferb! Come down for dinner!" My mom's voice interrupted my thoughts. I sat up and slid off my bed silently. I made my way to the door but then thought that it might tick my parents off if I went to dinner without a shirt on. So I walked over to my closet and pulled out a white T-shirt with a solid black strip across the middle. I honestly didn't really like this shirt very much…my grandmother had sent it to me for Christmas last year, and I only wore it around the house.

"Ferb!" she called again.

"Coming!" I yelled back. I ran out of the bedroom, flipping the light switch off on my way out.

"Did you even bother drying your hair at all?" Mom asked when I sat down at the dining room table.

"No use," I answered. "I'm taking a shower after dinner."

"You mean you haven't taken one yet?" Dad asked. He sat in the chair to my left, and I turned my head so I could look at him.

"I was hot," I replied sheepishly. "Showers are also supposed to be hot…so I wanted to cool down a bit before I soaked myself in hot water. And also, hot water right after cold water isn't usually the best. It stings the skin. Or, well…my skin at least."

Both of my parents gave me a weird look, but then continued to eat the food they had already served themselves. I scooped some of the mashed potatoes out of the pan that was in the middle of the table, and slopped them onto my plate. Then I practically drowned them in gravy and sided them with two fried chicken legs.

"Where's Phineas?" I asked absentmindedly as I dug my spoon into my mashed potatoes. "Shouldn't he be home by now?"

"Oh, well he called just a few minutes before you got home," my mom answered. "He and Isabella went out to dinner together."

"Don't you think he's a little…young to be going out on dinner dates? He's not even eligible to drive yet."

"Oh, Ferb, you know that they walk everywhere together," Dad said beside me. "We really aren't that worried. And it's only Isabella. Phineas and her have known each other for…how long, dear?"

"Pretty much their whole lives," Mom responded. "Isabella is just one year younger than Phineas. And when her mom and I introduced them to each other they became best friends. And they have been ever since."

"Well…where did they go for dinner anyway? Phineas can't afford anything fancy, can he?" I looked back and forth from my mom to my dad. They were both looking at me.

"Why do you care?" Dad asked. "He and Isabella have been out on dates before."

"I know…I don't know. Just…will you please answer my question?"

"Phineas said that they were going to Pete's Pizza Shack," Mom informed me. I almost choked on the water that I had just started to swallow. I placed the glass back on the table and started to chuckle quietly, a few coughs coming out, too, from the water.

"What's so funny?" Dad asked. I shook my head, and let the last of my chuckles escape before looking back up at my parents.

"Pete's Pizza Shack?" I said. "Truly?"

"Yes," Mom said, her eyes full of confusion. "That's what Phineas said."

"Why is that so funny?" Dad asked again.

"It just…doesn't seem like a very romantic…date-like place to go for dinner. But I suppose it would be the only place Phineas could afford."

"How do you know what Phineas can and can't afford?" Mom asked suspiciously.

"Really, Mom, I share a room with him. I know everything about him practically."

"Yes, but-"

"Would you allow me to be excused? I'm very much in the need of a shower, and I'm not really hungry right now."

Half of my mashed potatoes still lied on my plate, along with an untouched fried chicken leg and one with one bite taken off of it.

"Um…alright," my mom allowed.

"Thank you."

I stood up and walked my plate over to the sink, leaving the two chicken legs on the table for Mom to put back in the refrigerator. I scrubbed the mashed potatoes off the plate with my fork and washed them down the garbage disposal, and then put the plate in the dishwasher.

"Good night," I said quietly as I walked past the table.

"Won't we be seeing you later?" my dad asked with a full mouth of mashed potatoes.

"No," I answered. "I believe I'll turn in early tonight. That run earlier completely wiped me out."

"Well, alright then. Good night."

I nodded once, and exited the kitchen area, walked across our large living room, and made my way up the stairs to mine and Phineas' bedroom.

I grabbed a pair of black sweats, a plain gray shirt that was much too large for me, and a clean pair of boxers from my dresser before heading to the bathroom. I turned the water on first thing so it would have the opportunity to warm up before I stepped into it. I grabbed my shirt, tugged it off my head, and threw it down on the floor. I did the same with the pair of pants I was wearing and the current pair of boxers.

The hot water felt good on my skin, though it did sting a little after the piercing cold rain. As I did with every shower I took, I just stood and let the water soak me for about five minutes before beginning to scrub my hair and body.

Phineas was back home when I exited the bathroom about twenty minutes later. I heard him conversing with my parents downstairs about how Isabella was the perfect girl for him and that he would never love anyone as much as he loved her. I rolled me eyes and walked back to our room.

The sheeting rain was still pelting against the window, and it made it hard or me to fall asleep. So I merely lied in my bed, in the dark, and stared up at the ceiling. I thought about my run and why I had taken it. But this was hard for me, since I had had no reason for it. I had just felt like running. And thank goodness I had gone on that run; it had felt so good, so refreshing.

I didn't notice when my eyes began to droop sleepily until they completely closed. The rain had begun to die down a bit, so it hit the window and the roof in a relaxing, hypnotic way. It made me even more tired.

The last thing I heard was someone creaking the door open and then the noise of it softly shutting.

Chapter two is finally done! Sorry for the chapters being a bit short. I'm not very good at writing long chapters. I hope you liked the chapter, though, despite its length. XD

Please review!

-Taylor