Requested by: Dreadwing216 on

Ages: 16

Notice: I am not poking fun at the English in any way. (I actually really like them)

"You say the way we talk is weird!" A girl giggled meanly in Emily's face in one of the deserted school hallways.

"Yeah!" Another piped in. "You should hear yourself talk, ugly freak!" She laughed.

Emily was on the verge of tears.

All she wanted to do after school today was to go home, and see what Phineas and Ferb were up to, but the school bullies had other plans; To make fun of her looks and the way she spoke.

"Oh! I like your shoes!" One girl said sarcastically, and Emily looked down without thinking, just in time to see the brunette stomp all over her most expensive pair of flats that she had gotten for her birthday, as another pulled at her hair and told how horrible and childish her bow was.

Emily had been cornered against the lockers for about ten minutes; suffering the wrath of five of the meanest girls at Danville high.

This had happened before.
This wasn't new to Emily, but that didn't make it okay, or any more bare able. It only got worse each time, and no one was there to help her.

Not even her best friend, Ferb.

"Ow! Stop!" She screeched as her dark purple hair bow was yanked out of her light blonde tresses, and thrown onto the dirty floor.

"Hey!" A familiar voice thundered angrily from behind Emily.

All five girls gathered around her stopped yanking on her clothes and hair to look at the speaker, and were shocked to see the quietest student in school stride his way over to them from the corner, -his hands clenched in fists and a never before seen darkness in his eyes.

"Back off!" He demanded, -reaching them in no time at all, and making the girls scurry off in a panic as they had never before seen the quiet British teenager yell, speak or show any emotion whatsoever other than his normal blank façade.

As soon as the girls disappeared around the corner at the other end of the hall, Ferb's expression softened slightly as he picked up Emily's bow from the floor and handed it to her.

"T-Thanks, Ferb." She said, -taking the bow in her hands and fixing her hair before clipping it back in.

"What they said isn't true." Ferb stated as he stood in front of Emily who was still standing against the lockers.

"You don't talk weird, just differently, like me." He said. "I, personally, think your bow is very nice, and your shoes as well." He continued. "And you are not an ugly freak, but a gorgeous young woman I am lucky to call my best friend." Ferb finished sternly as he told her that all those things she had been told weren't true.

Emily smiled rather sadly as she tried to keep tears from falling.

Ferb was the sweetest person she knew, and she was also lucky to call him her best friend. And he knew that she felt that way.

"Thank you Ferb." She said again as she hugged him.

She just loved his hugs.
They engulfed you in a strong barrier of warmth and kindness, which was just what she needed.

He seemed to be a natural comforter, and was able to easily make anyone feel better by saying just a few, simple words, and was also sarcastic and cheeky at times.

She loved Ferb.

"Your welcome Em." Ferb said, as he returned her hug. "But I have to go." He said, -sounding disappointed.
"Phineas has something planned, and he wants me to help him." He explained as the two pulled away from each other.

Emily nodded, and smiled a little at the mention of Phineas having yet another idea.

He was always full of fun ideas.

"I'll call you later okay?" Ferb confirmed.

He and Emily always called each other every night after dinner just to talk, and they both enjoyed talking endlessly about the silliest of things, sometimes until the early hours of the morning.

"You'll be alight?" He asked.

"Yeah."

With that Ferb smiled and walked away, back around the corner where he had originally came from.

It was official.

"I'm in love with Ferb." She whispered, -sounding very surprised.