The ABCs of Montessa

Disclaimer: I don't own Monty Monogram, Vanessa Doofenshmirtz or any character from Phineas and Ferb, including the series. I apologize if some chapters may be a little OOC, but what can I say? It's Montessa I'm doing. (Sorry Ferbnessa fans)

Chapter 8: Hurt

Ankles. The only part of the body that helps move around in feet. Without ankles, they become unmovable. It was all about reflexes.

Unfortunately for Vanessa Doofenshmirtz, she didn't learn the word 'reflex' any well. She was now suffering a sprained ankle. And in her own mind... it hurt like hell.

Why did it hurt, you ask? It all happened in a little trip at Aspen, Colorado, which was thousands of miles away from Danville. Vanessa was invited to this little ski trip by her boyfriend Monty Monogram. After all, it was his Valentine's day gift to her. Sure, Vanessa didn't mind missing school for this special occasion. Quite frankly, it was only Friday, since one day without a day of education wasn't gonna change anything.

In one fateful moment, Monty asked Vanessa if she agreed to go skiing with him and she accepted. It was nothing but the two of them gliding upon a blanket of snow together with not a worry in the world.

But Monty went from confident to worried as Vanessa did the impossible.

She overdid a turn and tumbled around a foot of snow. She felt her ankle pop like a cork on a champagne bottle. It wasn't broken, but it was sprained. And it hurt pretty bad.

This forced Monty to carry her to their room that they were staying in for the weekend. Vanessa kept on hissing and groaning through the pain.

"Ohhhhh, good god, it hurts so bad..." Vanessa groaned, as Monty laid her entire body in bed.

"Sorry about that little accident back there. We should've never taken that turn around that huge tree." he spoke frantically, looking around the small freezer for an ice pack.

"Ya think?" Vanessa said sarcastically, "Such a fine day to go skiing..."

Monty hated the way the pain made Vanessa act like a cranky broad. He didn't like that at all. But he was searching hard and fast for an icepack. Any more longer and Vanessa would end up being a grouch machine.

"C'Mon... where in the hell is that icepack..." Monty muttered impatiently. So far, the only thing he could find was ice cream and more ice cream.

After only seconds of searching, his hand finally got the hold of a cold gel pack. It wasn't an ice pack, but nevertheless, how harm can a gel pack do?

"Monty, where are you?" Vanessa shouted from the bedroom, "It's starting to flare up."

"I'm coming, Vanessa!" He shouted back, finally grabbing the ice pack and shutting the freezer lid.

He rushed over to her side and within moments, Monty placed the gel pack on Vanessa's ankle. The cooling sensation from the gel pack managed to cool Vanessa's sprained ankle in time, but Vanessa was too hurt to even move her ankle.

"Ohhhhh, man. That really hit the spot..." Vanessa sighed in relief.

But Monty, on the other hand, had nothing to blame but himself, having Vanessa be put at risk like this.

"Vanessa, I'm so sorry this had to happen." Monty apologized yet again, "I was planning for us to go skiing, skating, heck maybe throw in a snowball fight or two, but with that broken ankle of yours, my plans are shot to hell."

"I know you're sorry. And I was looking forward to doing all those things with you." Vanessa said, feeling a bit disappointed, "But there's nothing bad about a sprained ankle."

"What's the point?" Monty shrugged.

"At least we can spend some time together snuggled up."

Hearing that from Vanessa made Monty smile. He loved that deep-down confidence coming from the daughter of Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz.

"Well, that is true. It does feel warm from here, anyway." Monty said, as he started to relax alongside a nearly ankle-less Vanessa.

"Yeah. We don't need to go out skiing." Vanessa said, giving him a little eskimo kiss, "We can always kick back, watch an old movie and feel the heat blowing around us..."

"Makes up for that sprained ankle, huh...?" Monty chuckled with a whisper.

"Definitely..."

With a soft whisper emitting through Vanessa's lips, they slowly relaxed around the bed while the snow fell on top of the windows.

Sure, a hurt ankle was bad for Vanessa, but if it meant having to get through the pain and spending some quality time with Monty, then it would be nothing short of sweet.

Believe me, nothing around your body is safe.

Meanwhile, the next letter will be "I", so stay tuned 'til next chap! ^_^