I AM PISSED OFF at WORD. It won't let me open my OTHER chapter 12… Which I'd like to point out was going to be revised and edited ANYWAY, but still. So please alert me if this chapter ends up being bullcrap, because it was typed on anger.
And unfortunately, the sort of anger that will be present until… (goes off and watches Higurashi for 2 hours) Okay, I'm good now.
I've been comparing members of team future to the NCIS team. F is Gibbs (definitely), Buford's… DeNozzo, I guess. Isabella's Ziva, and Baljeet is a strange, strange Abby/McGee mix… oAe
The next few days were nerve-wracking. Phineas was almost never awake, and whenever he was, he was so high on pain medication that he couldn't form a complete sentence.
The good part was that he was never alone, even if that meant defying every rule the hospital had.
One of the ignored rules was that no one was allowed to sit on the edge of his bed, a rule that Ferb openly defied everyday, and was doing at the moment in question. It was also one of the rare occasions on which Phineas was actually awake and at least semi-lucid.
"Unhhh… Bored…" he moaned, flopping back onto the bed melodramatically.
"Hm? Oh…"
Phineas looked up. He had noticed that his brother had been rather distant lately, as though he was thinking about something very important. Still, he hadn't brought it up, because Ferb usually wasn't the type to like talking these things out.
But it was starting to bother him.
"…Ferb… What's wrong?"
It took Ferb awhile to answer. "…Nothing."
"You're lying." Phineas frowned. "I can tell when you're hiding stuff from me."
Ferb sighed. "It… doesn't matter."
"That's a lie, too," said Phineas. Then he made that God-awful, irresistibly pitiful little face. Every time his brother made that face, Ferb wanted to scream in frustration. Did he know how cruelly unfair making that face was? "Please, Ferb… Why don't you tell me anything anymore?" He looked as though he was about to cry.
It was then, after days of extreme emotional torment, exhaustion, and guilt, Ferb finally snapped.
"Fine!" he yelled. "If you really want to know! I've just been worried out of my mind for the past… whenever! I never sleep, and worst of all, I let you get hurt! I fail not only as your brother- older brother- but as a human being, and quite frankly, I'M SICK OF IT!"
After his rant was finished, Phineas made a face far more pitiful than the other, causing Ferb to instantly wish he'd never said anything.
"I… I'm sorry," said Phineas quietly, starting to cry.
Ferb sighed. Great job, Fletcher…
He wanted to apologize, but feared making matters worse. Instead, he just hugged his little brother close, rubbing his back. "I shouldn't have yelled."
"N… No," said Phineas. "I didn't have to push you like that." He sighed. "I just… I worry sometimes, y'know? It seems to me like you're always hiding something nowadays, and… Sometimes I feel like I don't know you any more." He started freaking out a little. "I mean, what's your favorite song? Is it still 'Shut Me Up'? And what about your real name? Is-"
"DON'T say it out loud."
Phineas grinned. "Sorry."
Ferb sighed, patting his brother on the head. "You don't have to worry about anything any more."
0-0-0
About an hour later, Phineas had fallen asleep again. The door creaked open, and in walked, to Ferb's surprise, Vanessa.
"A little birdie told me you'd be here," she said.
Ferb smirked. "Would that be the Long-necked Basketcase?"
Vanessa laughed. "Good one."
She and Candace were both taking the same classes at college, and had been roommates for their first two years. They were exact opposites, and almost never got along. Still, they were pretty close friends, and spoke to each other at least every other day. When Candace had called, freaking out over her brother, Vanessa decided to check in and see how they all were doing.
"So this is Phineas?" she asked. Ferb nodded. "He's cute."
At that moment, F walked in, noticed Vanessa, and without saying a word…
…pointed a gun at her head.
Okaaaaaaaay, he's crazy now. O.o
And now for…
Adventure time with Sebastian and Stan
Episode 2
"Okay!" said Sebastian. "I think we can get to the room by following this map!"
"You drew that yourself," Stan pointed out. "Two minutes ago. With crayon."
"Or did I?"
"You signed your name."
Sebastian gasped. "FORGERY!" He began rolling up the map. "I guess we'll have to work towards solving that later. But for right now, our main goal is survival!"
"…survival?"
"We'll have to scavenge for food!"
"There's… a snack machine right in there…"
"Fight off wild animals…"
"…What?"
"We'll have to huddle together for warmth!"
"… Don't get all incest-y on me…"
Sebastian put an arm around his brother, pointing at the sky dramatically. "Come, brother! Let us begin our epic struggle! TOGETHER!"
"…….Where'd all these stars come from?"
"Stan shut upppp…" Sebastian said in the same happy tone, not even looking.
(STAY TUNED FOR MORE NEXT CHAPTER)
