Baljeet was walking in to his home to tell his parents his plans to move on campus for the upcoming school year, when he felt a weird tingle as he turned the handle. He shook it off as nothing and continued. He approached and greeted his mother who was preparing dinner while going over her schedule for the next day and his father was seated at the table, relaxing as he hadn't a day off in a long time, with him being on-call at the hospital, his hours are hectic at best.

"Hello, Mother and Father." he said, preparing himself for the conversation.

"Hello, Baljeet. How was your day?" his mother kindly asked.

"Oh it was great!" he said. Of course he hadn't meant to say that or even that loudly...

"Do anything special today?" his father asked, not taking his eyes from his paperwork.

"Yes, I kissed my best friend, Buford and we are now boyfriends!" he almost yelled. His eyes went wide with shock as did everyone else's in the room. He hadn't meant to say that! Any of it. 'What is wrong with me?!' he asked, panicking as his father's head whipped around.

"That is not a very funny joke, son." His father said with a very serious expression on his face. Baljeet tried to cover his mouth but the words kept coming. "It's true, Father. In fact, I was coming home to tell you that I wish to move on campus in an effort to see him as often as I wish without you knowing!"

His father quickly stood and slapped Baljeet across the face with the back of his hand. "I said that wasn't funny, boy!" he yelled.

"Rajesh!" his mother yelled, not liking that her husband had just struck her child. "You're overreacting, he's just kidding. Are't you, honey? You're just kidding. You're not...gay. You would never disappoint us that way, right?" she pleaded with her son to just agree so they could move on.

Baljeet held his face and tears were rolling down. He couldn't stop talking, he didn't know what was happening.

"No, Mother, I am gay."

His father erupted in anger and picked him up by his shirt collar and held him to the nearest wall.

"How DARE you spit in the face of this family by being one of THOSE people. After all I've sacrificed and done for you...THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?!" he screamed. His mother just sat on the floor crying. "You are no longer welcome in this house until you get yourself together. Until you learn how to be normal, you are not my son!" He then threw Baljeet to the ground.

Baljeet looked around. His father was standing with his back turned and fists balled in anger. His mother was sobbing in her spot on the floor and wouldn't make eye contact with him. He was going to say something...anything, but he felt that no matter what he would try to say, something else would come out right now. He got to his feet and walked out the front door. He walked out to the edge of his yard, sat on the curb and began to sob like he'd never sobbed before...

Phineas, Isabella and Ferb continued watching their movie, after wondering for a second where Perry went. Ferb got up and went into the kitchen for some soda, when he felt a strange tingle. He shook it off as static electricity or something and returned to the living room.

"I still can't believe that there was a chance you guys were going to go to college, and you didn't even tell me," Isabella whined for what seemed like the twentieth time.

"Like I said, we decided not to so there was no need to tell anyone."

"More like you decided." Ferb said quietly, catching everyone off guard, including himself.

"What?" Phineas said, cocking his head to the side.

"What do you mean, Ferb?"

"I meant that I never really got a chance to think about it before you turned it down."

"But we talked about this...we said that..."

"NO! 'We' didn't say anything. YOU said. You ALWAYS say."

"Well, if it was such a big deal, you should have said something!" Phineas said, hurt by what his brother was implying.

"Because I always have that chance when you're around."

"Hey, I never make you do anything you don't want to do!"

"You're right. But there's really no point in me putting up an argument is there. I mean, it's not like anything I have to say matters."

"What are you talking about? Of course it does..."

"Oh please, do not patronize me, Phineas. I'm just the silent lackey, the 'man of action', your wingman."

"Ferb, where is all of this coming from?"

"I don't know, I honestly don't. Just...ignore this. I'm being stupid."

"Ferb, you're not..." Isabella tried to interject.

"No! Don't do that. Don't try to convince me I matter. Don't get my hopes up. It's ok. I deserve it! I mean, I did kill my mother after all!" His eyes went wide. He'd never told anyone that. ANYONE. He turned and ran up to his room and slammed the door. He then went into his bathroom, rolled up his sleeve and did what he always did when emotions ran too high. As the blood dripped into the sink, his tears began to mix with them.

'What the hell is wrong with me?'