Isabella's P.O.V:
As me, Buford and Baljeet head for the elevator, I start to get a little anxious. I don't all the Ping-Pong rules; I can't possibly be the referee! What if I mess up? I'll embarrass myself in front of them! B-But I won't mess up! Yeah, I won't! But what if I do? Phineas, Ferb, Baljeet and Buford wouldn't want to be friends with someone that sucks at something simple as judging, especially since they can do such amazing things! I'll probably look pathetic…
"Hey girly, come on! I need to kick Bean pole's butt!" Buford yells at me from the elevator.
I soon realize that I stopped walking half way towards the elevator while I was thinking and that Buford and Baljeet were waiting for me before going up. I quickly snap out of it and continue my way until I arrive next to the two 'frenemies' as they once explained themselves last night.
Baljeet pushes the button needed to go up and we quickly arrived on top. As I nervously arrived to my completely glass room, I notice that there's now a desk with a keyboard on it next to a few red buttons and a desk chair. Before I enter, Phineas comes next to me and opens the door.
"Ladies first," he says to me, bowing slightly and motioning the entrance with one arm.
I smile to him, slightly blushing because of the side-effects, and go in, with him following me. As I was about to ask about the buttons, Phineas starts explaining.
"Okay, so you're probably wondering about what's one the desk, well I'll tell you, you have four buttons, the first one is to add a point to the scoreboard for the player on the left, same for the second one except it's for the player on the right. The other two are kind of the same thing but you press them if you're going to give a penalty or a 'let' which means you cancel the point in Ping-Pong talk. Finally, this is where to keyboard comes in, when you give a penalty, you just type in the reason why in here. I added that in just in case someone thought you were given penalties by favoritism."
I nod understandingly and he starts to leave but stops right in front of door to turn around.
"Oh, and in case you didn't know, I'm going to be the one playing against Buford instead of Ferb, he's going to do some tweaking to the pillars that hold up the net. He's gonna' make it so they can go up and down, if we want to make this more interesting!"
I give a small thumbs-up as good luck.
"Thanks Isabella!" he thanks gratefully, leaving out the door to put on his helmet.
A few minutes later, Buford and Phineas were ready to play and Ferb, from the pillar closest to me does a countdown from five with his finger. When he finished the countdown, Buford somehow threw the ball upwards to serve. Judging that the helmets control the ball, I continue watching the game. Buford successfully hit the ball to Phineas' side and quickly received it back, soon enough the ball went back and forth at a quick pace. After a few exchanges, Buford manages to hit it hard enough for Phineas to miss it. I quickly press the first button, since Buford is on the right, and the scoreboard adds a point to the left side.
Buford smirks, "Ha, you see Dinner Bell? You're going to have to be faster than that if you don't want my score to go higher!"
"Oh Buford, Buford, Buford," the inventor says, while looking down and shaking his head with a smile. "The game has just begun."
"Well see about that Dinner Bell! Now hurry up and serve!"
The redhead complies with a perfect service. The bully returns the ball with confidence, with Phineas missing it again, but I'm pretty sure I saw it brush against the net so I push the let button like Phineas said and Buford doesn't seem too pleased.
"What? Oh, you're going down girly!" he yells, walking towards me.
I quickly try and reverse it by pressing the button that gives points to Buford, but it doesn't seem to work. Oh no, I'm in for it now!
"Buford stop! There's no need for violence, you don't even know why she didn't give you a point!" Phineas protests.
"So, why d'ya do it, huh?" the threatening teen demands.
I quickly type in the answer.
"I saw the ball touch the net when Buford hit it," Baljeet read from the bleachers. "I'll admit, I kind of saw the same thing…"
"How about you, Ferb?" my first friend asks his step-brother.
The builder nods.
"Okay, fine, I didn't get the point! Let's just get on with this already!" the scary boy grumbles.
Ferb rose a finger, "Well, before we started, we agreed that if any menace was made towards Isabella, the other player would get a point."
Phineas smiles cockily, "Well, well, well, Isabella you can add me a point."
I comply by pressing the right button. Yay there tied! Phineas might win!
"Fine, but let's go!" Buford snaps.
Phineas then serves and Buford hits the ball back. They continue this way until it's Phineas' turn to get the Ping-Pong ball to hit the net.
After a while, they're neck and neck with seven points each, needing twelve to win, and it was Phineas' turn to serve. He must be pretty ticked by Buford's comments, I'm pretty annoyed by the constant remarks like 'you suck Dinner Bell' and the 'you'll be in the dust when this is over', it must be hard to have fun and be optimistic with those, I'm sure Buford isn't like that all the time, but one more and Phineas might lose it.
"Come on Dinner Bell! I don't have all day to beat you!"
Phineas doesn't answer with words, instead he hits the ball, with probably all the might the paddles can provide, right towards me in the glass room.
Then, everything goes black.
Hey guys, I haven't updated in a while, I'm sorry. I hope this chapter will make up for it, especially to those that were looking so forward to this! And no, Phineas doesn't hate Buford, no one does, it's just that when you're doing something to have fun and you only get offensive and irritating comments, it isn't that fun anymore. Anyways, hope you guys like it!