If you're wondering, nothing more happened after that.
Ferb and I walked the bare streets in silence. I almost could hear Ferb's brain going a mile a minute, but he didn't say a word and once we got to the park Phineas filled the silence with his on-going chatter. I wasn't going to lie. It was absolutely annoying and I found myself taking small glimpses at Ferb.
They dropped me home first as Django's was a bit of a trek and I had to be there before my mom woke up.
Ferb assured me he'd be over sometime before school on Monday to pick up his laptop and things. I nodded a farewell and slipped in through the back doorway, kicking off my shoes lazily.
The house was dark. I could see a faint outline of the couch to my left and I tried squinting my eyes to make my way over to the kitchen doorway. I shimmied past the table that stood a few feet from the kitchen entrance and shivered as my bare feet contacted the white tile floor.
That's about when my mom turned on the stove light, the one above our heads. My mother folded her arms over her chest, her head tilted, her bottom lip up turned; the way that just reads: you are in so much trouble. I stood like a deer in headlights, my eyes wide and blank and jaw hanging off my face like door on a broken hinge.
"… What time is it, mom?"
xxxxx
My room became my jail cell. I honestly thought the pink walls had faded to some sort of grey as soon as I had been demoted from star child, to felon who sneaks out with boys. Restrictions such as no computer or house calls, no friends, no T.V., no parties and especially: No Ferb.
At least until my two weeks were up. I hoped.
I stood; the gloom hanging around me like a thick morning fog, outside of the high school. A fairly large building that looked far smaller in the front than it was on the inside. Made up of the average red brick and five white pillars out front like it had been made to look like the Parthenon. There were many reasons why it was gloomy. Maybe for one it was Monday and far too early to be awake for school.
Maybe for two, Gretchen was late and I really wanted to get inside before all the breakfast muffins were gone.
Or before it started raining.
I lifted my head to look at the dark clouds hanging over the school and took in a deep breath. The air was heavy and smelled of grass and water. It was going to storm all day long.
I sighed, it was crappy because Ferb never came back to get his things. I didn't get to see him again after he dropped me off. And I didn't bother dragging them to school. It was crappy because I can't hang out with him and it's crappy because it's cold and Monday and Gretchen is late!
"Lookin' a little irritable there, chief." I glanced down at the red head, her bangs were pinned back, but it still fell just above her shoulders. She smiled modestly up at me as she pressed her glasses back up on her nose.
I sighed, "Oh Gretchen…"
"Grounded?" She questioned, giving me one of her famous interrogating looks. I quirked a brow,
"How did you-"
"Katie told me, who was told by Ginger who said that Adyson told her that you told Holly." I paused processing the telephone game my friends played around me.
"Alright then…" I responded in a gloomy tone and Gretchen hooked her arm around mine, leading me inside.
"It'll be okay, chief, two weeks is nothing."
xxxxx
School was a white blur of fluorescent lights against dark windows as the storm raged on around us. It felt like I was attending in the middle of the night, and all the wet weather made me want to curl up in bed and hibernate until summer. There were those moments though, when I caught a glimpse of Phineas and wondered if Ferb was nearby. I almost came close to being near enough to ask him, but he always either, scurried off when I turned around, or I was dragged away by the girls.
I couldn't help becoming less and less optimistic. Who was I kidding? Ferb is a freaking ninja, I never see him during school. I wonder if he even goes.
I sat with Milly and Gretchen at lunch on the floor of a small hallway. The tile gleamed, freshly mopped and it seemed to climb the grey and white walls up to the teal painted ceilings. I was staring down the walkway, eyes darting from classroom door to classroom door and jumped a little when one opened from time to time, a teacher just passing through on their way to their on lunches.
I just wanted to see him, or talk to him, or tell him to come pick up his junk that was now accumulating dust in the corner. Nothing more. Is that so hard to ask?
"Looking for Phineas?" Gretchen piped up when she noticed me staring off into nothing, not even a day dream.
My body stiffened, my chest was feeling cold and I swallowed dryly. "What?" I managed to choke out, I felt upset-like- How could she ask me that?
"Phineas is such a dork."
We were all silenced. I let my eyes flutter realizing that the previous sentence wasn't confined to the inner workings of my brain. They had poured out of my mouth like plain and simple water but, they were staring at me as if a platypus itself had just born itself upon my head. Gretchen's mind had seemed to cease functioning and I caught Milly beginning to smile.
"I'm sorry that was…" I began, but I had no where to go. Why would I say that? Why was I so offended that Gretchen just assumed it was about Phineas.
Not everything has to be about him okay? Phineas is great and all but he's just up in the clouds all day and night and all he cares about is his projects. He doesn't even build them all himself. Ferb's there, Ferb is constantly at work keeping the little train wreck in line and on top of that he cares about people. He takes the time to listen and offer the advice when listened to.
No one appreciates him. But they do Phineas.
I felt myself fall pale. This was all so wrong.