After explaining how to use the bathroom on a bush to Phineas for half an hour, Phineas and Ferb now have the room to each other to introduce themselves.
Ferb opens the curtains and sits down on his bed with a somewhat disgusted and exhausted look on his face. To him, that was a lot of steps and explaining to do for someone who was quiet as Ferb, and you know, explaining on how to go to the bathroom in the bushes. Phineas trails behind Ferb with a deep red blush on his face of embarrassment and sits down on the stool.
There was a long pause between the two teenagers until Phineas starts the conversation.
"So… You're, um, British?" Phineas asked. He starts twiddling his thumbs, not sure if that wasn't a stupid question to ask.
Ferb nodded his head, and stood up to get something from the cupboard.
"Yeah… Um… Ferb, I just wanted to say that I'm really grateful for you to hide me from… Them." Phineas then started looking down a bit and a tear rolled down his eye. The memories are still fresh in his mind.
Phineas was about to say something else, but when Ferb took out his novel of Peter Pan from his cupboard, his heart almost went to heaven.
"Oh, my, gosh… Is that..-"
"Why yes, yes it is. It's one of the only few things I brought with me from my home in England." Ferb replied. He noticed the new gleam in Phineas' eyes.
"I LOVE THAT BOOK! I used to love reading that when I was about 12 with my mom. Sometimes, she would play Wendy and I would play Peter Pan himself! We would have daring sword fights and-"
Phineas kept rambling on about one of his all-time favorite books while Ferb had already put it down and noticed how much of a chaterbox he is. It's not like it was annoying to him, but Ferb at first thought of him as a shy and isolated kid.
"Erm, Phineas." Ferb kindly interrupted his rant.
"And- Oh. Hehe, yeah?" Phineas scooted a bit closer to Ferb.
"I hope you don't mind me asking, but what else do you do? I know reading is one thing." Ferb said with a sly smirk on his face.
Phineas chuckled, "Well, I like to go outside and play whatever the woods become! Everyone told me I have the wildest imagination they have ever seen."
Ferb raised an eyebrow, "What else do you like to do?"
"Hmmm… Oh, I write a lot of blueprints out-"
"You make blueprints?" Now Ferb has given his complete attention.
"Yep! You know, I wish I could show you them but…" Phineas began to think about his home. Well, his former home. And then he started to remember memories of Phineas being tutored by Mr. Doofenshmirtz or having dinner with Buford. That's where Phineas got his name Dinnerbell from, just a random dinner.
"I… I…" He started to stutter and tears started forming in his eyes. "I just wish I-I could show you them in..."
Phineas covers his face and starts to cry. Mentioning the place where the events that just happened wasn't the best idea.
Ferb couldn't help but feel bad, so he picked up Phineas and brought him to his bed. Ferb sat down next to him and gave Phineas the biggest hug. After the two separate, Ferb hands Phineas his handkerchief from his pocket.
"Phineas… Can I ask you what happened to your parents?" Ferb then looked down when he asked this question. He felt that it was too soon to ask.
Phineas blew his nose into the handkerchief, "Well, m-my dad passed away when I was five... He got a really bad disease that ru-runs in our family." He then hands back the used rag to Ferb. "But me and my mom don't have it, so that's good."
"And what about your mother?" Ferb started shivering and then proceeded to pull the covers of the bed.
"Oh, yeah. My mom went on a trip to New York to visit two weeks ago. She must be safe… I hope." Phineas said.
Ferb saw the sadness Phineas is in. But that gave him an idea…
"Say, isn't New York in America?" Ferb asked.
Phineas sniffled, "Yeah… Why?"
"Well, my father and I want to move to America once we get enough money… Maybe if you work with us, we can get enough money in three weeks or so to move there together and find your mum."
"Really..!" Phineas was ecstatic about that idea, but yawned. Ferb yawned in return. Both were still tired from last night, and the cold outside wasn't helping either..
"I would love to come with you… To America…" Phineas' head started to rest his head on the pillow and closes his eyes.
"We'll do it… Together." Ferb's head rested on the pillow and he closes his eyes, with Phineas entranced in his warmth as they they go into slumber.
Author's Note: AWWWWWWWWWWWW. That was adorable. Anyways, I'm so busy with work and… Work. So I'm trying really hard to write every night. For now, I'm going to go… Eat. Bye bye.