A/N: The first song is "Crooked" by G-Dragon. The last song is "Angel" by Teen Top.
Ferb's POV

Crooked/Angel
"I used to believe in you
alone and I was happy
But like a joke, I am left alone
You used to promise me
with your pinky finger

But in the end
Nothing ever lasts forever
In the end, you changed
There is no reason,
no sincerity. Take away
such a thing as love
Tonight, I'll be crooked"

I find myself standing in the doorway of my flat with four bags of liquor and a carton of cigarettes as Vanessa pecks me on the cheek and waves, "Call me when the party starts!" as she turns to leave. I watch her go with an empty gaze before closing the door and setting the bags down in my desolate living room. Party? Who does she expect me to invite? Buford, Baljeet, Isabella? Those are Phineas's friends mostly. It's not like I have friends of my own from college. Phineas was my world. No, he still is.

I pull a large bottle from one of the bags and pop it open. It was strong and burnt going down but I found the heat and slight pain soothing. I took a few more swings.

If Phineas is better off without me, my "friends" probably are too. Just as long as he's happy... that'll be enough for me, won't it? Half the bottle's gone already.

What else am I suppose to do? I'm hurting so much. I hurt when I'm with him but I hurt when we're apart. It's driving me crazy. The bottle's empty and I'm nursing another.

I can't confess to Phineas, and even if I did, he won't feel the same way. It's too ridiculous. I'm crazy. I have to be. And I can't put myself first; I just can't move on.

I'm feeling the booze get to me now and I'm getting angry. I'm angry at Phineas for leading me on. It's like he wanted to put this all on me. What was I? A joke? Or some kind of toy for him to just play with and then toss away? What kind of game was he playing? I'm pacing the room now, still drinking, still coming undone.

Mostly, I'm angry at myself for being this way. I feel foolish for ever believing he was sincere. I let him use me like a whore. I feel filthy. I must be so disgusting. I've always been just a side-kick, doing whatever he asked of me. Somewhere along the way, we drifted further apart. Now I'm the one left alone, broken, and so useless.

I glare at my reflection each time I pass the near full-length mirror. 'Phineas, I'm nothing without you.'

My mind's growing fuzzy. I can't think straight, not that I could all that well before. All I feel now is hate, which would be refreshing from the constant depression I had been feeling if all the hate weren't directed at myself. I suddenly kick my coffee table over, sending it flying. Liking the release, I go about destroying anything else in my way, knocking over furniture, I'm out of control. I throw my what- 3rd? 4th? bottle at the wall watching it shatter on impact.

And my fucking reflection! I can't stand the tears that I didn't even realize I was shedding. Tears of frustration, anger, and loss. I've ruined our past together and our future and I hate myself for it. I loathe the image of my face, so wild and raw. I throw my fist at the mirror with all the power and grace I can muster in my drunken state. I see the shards sticking out of my hand and see the blood but I feel nothing. I feel nothing. Finally my rage dies down and finally I just feel... nothing.

"Leave me alone
I was alone anyway
I have no one, everything
is meaningless. Take away the
sugar-coated comfort
Tonight, I'll be crooked"

Three days later, I'm lying in the floor, still wallowing in self-pity in the dark and wrapped in my destruction like a cocoon. There's a cigarette in my injured hand (that I've done nothing to help) and my arm rests over my closed eyes. In the other hand is a bottle. My breathing is slow but labored, like a heavy weight is resting on my chest. I can't find peace, even in this moment of what should be relaxation. I take a drag from my cigarette and place my arm over my closed lids once again.

There's a knock at my door. I figure it's an angry Vanessa, which I would greatly prefer to avoid. I ignore it, until the knocks become more urgent.

"Ferb?"

Phineas? What's he doing here. I have no desire for him to see me in this state but I can't find the willpower to move.

"Ferb, you said you'd call. What's going on?" I hear the knob turning and the door opening. "It reeks in here of- Oh my gosh Ferb! What the hell happened here?! Did someone break in?" After a few moments, I slowly shake my head. "You're hurt!" I hear him rush over to kneel beside me, pull my cigarette from my bloodied hand, and turning my hand over to inspect it. My eyes remain closed but the light from the window is still painful.

"Hold on a second.." I feel him leave my side headed towards the bathroom only to return moments later. I flinch as he begins to pull tiny pieces of glass from my flesh, followed by some spray that stung, and wrapping my hand in gauze. It's silent for a long time, even after he's done doctoring me. My eyes only peek open with interest as he leans over to take the bottle out of my other hand.

"Sit up" he commands as he helps pull me to a sitting position. My head swims so I grab it and let out a little groan. I feel dizzy, awkward, and confused.

"Do you want to tell me what the fuck's going on now?" I wince at the language, or maybe at the fact that he's truly pissed.

Feeling more talkative with liquor still running through my veins, I reply, "Nothing, I just got a little out of control, that's all."

"That's not what I mean and you know it. What's going on with you lately? You've been acting crazy."

I become defiant. "So me moving out is acting "crazy"?"

He looks away, rubbing the back of his neck. "Out of character, yes, but I mean this. You never loose it like this, Ferb. Something is wrong. Something's eating you up inside and it's killing me not knowing what or why."

Killing you? Ha. I feel a burst of confidence and I stand up quickly. Too quickly, as my head spins, but I don't let it show. I cross over to the window, used to the headache-inducing light by now to stare outside.

"You want to know what's wrong with me? You want to see what a horrible monster I've become? Fine. I love you, Phineas."

I hear him stand as well then place an arm on my shoulder. Quietly, as if he'll scare me away, he replies, "I love you too, Ferb."

"No." I shrug his hand off my shoulder. "I mean I'm in love with you, Phineas. Doesn't that repulse you?"

"No. But this probably will." I can't inquire as to what he meant before his lips were on mine, soft and simple. When he pulls away he confirms, "Yep, you taste like vomit, cigarettes, and booze." I'm frozen, confused. He should be running away not kissing me. Phineas notices my confusion before punching my lightly in the arm. "This is what's been torturing you? Why you've been so upset and distant?" I look away from those bright sapphire orbs as an answer. But I see his shoulders quivering slightly out of the corner of my eyes. I turn back to find tears in said orbs.

"If only I'd had the courage before.. I'm so sorry I put you through this hell, Ferb. It's all my fault.." Before I can disagree, he wraps his arms around me and buries his face in my chest.

"I'm in love with you, too, Ferb."

I swear time freezes. This doesn't make sense. He can't be serious. It's just too hard to believe. All I could collect to say is "But what about all those times we..."

"...had sex?" Phineas finishes my sentence. Perhaps he sensed I couldn't complete it. I simply nod, shocked at how bluntly he stated it. "I just want to be closer to you, Ferb. As close as two people can be. Those times meant everything to me. I thought you didn't feel the same, that's why you left. I thought you were tired of me."

I pull him closer. All this time I thought I was doing him a favor by leaving, but really I was just hurting the person I love most. I had convinced myself that all was lost and I'd never even be by his side again. I had resigned to live without him, even if I can't really consider that living at all. I wasn't sure how to be happy anymore but Phineas is quickly reminding me.

"I could never be tired of you, Phineas. I just couldn't handle the idea that you could never love me back."

He doesn't say anything, just nuzzles his face deeper and inhales deeply. I do the same to the soft auburn hair that tickles my nose as I repeatedly run my fingers through it. This embrace is different from all our previous ones. This time there is no shame or guilt, I feel like I belong right where I am. Howerver, after a while of simply holding each other my doubts return to me. "What are we thinking. We're step brothers. This is impossible."

He looks up at me with those fiery "I know what we're going to do today" eyes and says, "Nothing is impossible. We're Phineas and Ferb. We can do anything."

And just like that, he has me convinced.

Not caring how I taste, I smash our lips together, nibbling on his bottom lip until our tongues dance together. This time I know he means it. This time, I know it's forever.

"I will always give you my smile
I will make you the happiest person
That anyone else could be
I start everyday while thinking of you
My smile stays still all the time
I'm happy, what to do
In the end of this tiring day
You will always stay by my side
I'm feeling thankful everyday, and you become my power
I promise to stay by your side. I will not change
Even if time passes. I love you, I'll protect you"
-"Angel"

A/N: This fic went untouched for nearly 4 years and I lost inspiration so I wrapped things up quickly. Sorry if it sucked :/ The End.