Pillow talk

"Wow, that's amazing, Candace." Jenny was saying after hearing her friend's tale.

"Oh, it's nothing compared to what I heard is going on between Stacy and Coltrane," Candace returned, giving Stacy a curious look.

"Really? What's going on between Stacy and Coltrane?" Jenny encouraged, turning to their host.

Stacy was looking caught off guard by the way discussion had turned to her, and was trying hard not to blush as she said, "well, you know, he's one of Jeremy's friends, and I started hanging out with him while Candy and Jeremy were together. It's, um, there's not much more to it."

Jenny went straight for the throat, eager for more news. "Have you kissed?"

Stacy almost fell over trying to hide her blushing by leaning over too quickly to blow on her freshly painted toes. "Guilty as charged!" Candace and Jenny shrieked simultaneously, immediately falling to the ground laughing.

As soon as their laughter was calmed, (it took a few minutes; despite the open window the fumes were starting to make them giggly,) Stacy tried to turn the tables back on Jenny. "Well, what about you? Have you been seeing any cute boys lately?"

Jenny put on her serious face, the one she wears when talking about world peace or protecting endangered animals. "Sadly, I haven't found a boy who cares very much for the important things in this world. Most guys these days just care about video games and trucks and don't even think about poor, defenseless creatures like the star-nose mole. So I am content to let them chase after prettier girls like you two, so I can focus on the things that really matter," she said in her breathless voice.

"Aww, Jenny, don't say that. I'm sure there is a boy out there somewhere who is perfect for you," Candace borrowed some of her younger, red-headed brother's unquenchable optimism, hoping to cheer Jenny up.

"You really think so?" Jenny asked, turning to look her red-haired friend in the eye.

"Yes, yes I do."

It got quiet for a moment until Stacy said, "uh, before this turns into one of those dramas on TV we like to make fun of, I'm going to the kitchen to get some leftovers, I'm starving. You girls want anything?"

"I'll take a granola bar," Candace said.

"Do you have any chocolate chips?" Jenny asked.

"Won't hurt to look. Be back in a few." And with that, Stacy walked softly out of the room, careful not to touch anything with her nails.

When Stacy returned, she found the other two talking about whether the sky would look better if it was pink rather than blue. "One granola bar for Candace," she said, tossing it across the room, "and sorry, we didn't have any chocolate chips, but I did find rocky road ice cream." She spread the ice cream and some bowls and spoons on the floor, away from the clutter of nail polish bottles littering Stacy's nightstand and bed. "Go ahead and take all the ice cream you want; my mom prefers Neapolitan and my sister is at the sleepover at Isabella's house."

"Say no more." Candace replied, and they all carved out some ice cream for themselves.

"So there's a sleepover at Isabella's house?" Jenny asked after a couple of spoonfuls. As usual, she was the one who was out of the loop.

"Every year, near the end of summer, the Fireside girls have a special slumberparty where they work on patches and do who knows what else," Candace explained. "I was invited, since I am technically a member of the troop, but I was like, 'aren't I a little old to be sleeping over with a bunch of ten year old girls?' So I asked Stacy if I could sleepover with her instead, and of course we invited you. Then my obnoxious little brothers thought it was such a good idea, they decided to have one too. Now, I'm just glad I'm not stuck all night in the same house as Buford and Baljeet."

At the thought of that, all three girls shivered; a shiver which had nothing to do with the ice cream.

The four boys were sprawled on the floor, lying on their backs to keep all pressure off their stomachs.

"Whenever I eat pizza," Baljeet was informing the ceiling, "I am always reminded of pizzazium infinionite. I do not know why."

"This must be how that stuffed-crust feels," Buford moaned. "I'm stuffed."

"Hey Ferb," Phineas asked, "Is it true that in England, saying 'I'm stuffed' is equivalent to announcing that you're pregnant?"

"Don't look at me like I'm the backwards one," Ferb replied.

"Well, who is going to eat the last slice? Buford?" Baljeet suggested.

"No way, man. I swore an oath that that would be my last bite for the night."

"You swore that oath three slices ago! I know you have room for one more!"

"Now that you mention it, I can think of a couple of places I could put it, starting with the inside of your sleeping bag." Buford countered.

"Heh, anyone else hungry?" Baljeet hurriedly asked. "Please, someone besides Buford, take the last slice."

"Maybe Perry would like it," Phineas started. "Wait, where's Perry?"

The children sat up, realizing that the room was suddenly lacking their favorite member of the species ornithorhynchus. "Perry? Where'd he go?" Phineas asked. "Huh, that's weird, the door even is closed. I don't know how he does it."

"Perhaps we should begin calling him the Great Perry-dini." Baljeet remarked.

"Zero points on originality there," Buford stated.

"I would like to see you do better," Baljeet bickered.

"She'll change her name to Larry. Larry. Larry!" Buford stuck out his tongue. "How's that?"

"Okay, if you would have been the one to come up with it, maybe. But I seem to remember that was Candace's line!"

"Guys!" Phineas interrupted. "It's time to move on to the next main event. Now that we've eaten to our hearts' content, no sleepover would be complete without the ultimate pillow fight!" Phineas stood and hit a button on the vending machine, and within seconds it shot out a dozen pillows of perfect size and softness. "Why don't you let the pillows do the talking?!"

Wow, I don't know why I did that whole conversation between the girls, it has nothing to do with the plot. For filler, I guess. Note: I'm a boy, so if that is nothing like how girls really act, my bad.