"Gomenasai" by T.A.T.U

The young couple broke up almost six months ago. They had not seen each other since Buford had moved all of his belongings out of their small apartment. Baljeet kept the apartment, while Buford was forced to move into Phineas and Isabella's guest bedroom because he could not afford his own place.

After the break up, Baljeet was able to handle his emotions well and continued on normally with his life. Buford on the other hand, was a complete emotional wreck. He spent his days crying, drinking, smoking and laying in bed crying. After a while Buford even stopped coming into work and was fired from his job.

Although they had different ways of coping, they were both dying inside. Every night when Baljeet was alone in his bed, he would be tempted to call Buford and tell him that breaking up was a mistake. There were a few times when Buford would get kicked out of bars or arrested for drunk driving and would want to ask Baljeet for help. Every time they had the urge to talk to each other they stopped themselves.

One Sunday afternoon while Buford was moping around in bed as always, Phineas walked into the guest bedroom that Buford was living in. "Hey, Buddy…" Phineas said slowly before he pinched his nostrils shut. Phineas could tell just by the smell of the room that Buford had not bathed in weeks. "Can we talk?"

"Sure, I guess" Buford said miserably.

"Well,…" Phineas started hesitantly. "It's a really nice day out. Maybe… you should go out and enjoy it." he finished nervously.

Buford let out a heavy sigh. "So, Isabella wants me out of the house, huh?"

Phineas ran his hands through his hair and paused. "It's not that she doesn't like you, Buford. It's just…"

"It's fine." Said Buford with another sigh. "I'll get outta your hair. Maybe I'll crash at Ferb's house tonight."

Buford left the apartment and spent the day in a bar getting wasted out of his mind. Soon it was almost midnight and he was just about to chug down another beer when he heard his and Baljeet's song playing from the speakers above him. "S..screw this sh...shit!" he slurred as he walked toward the exit.

Soon Buford was outside Baljeet's apartment banging heavily on the door. "Come on open the door, 'Jeet! Please!" he shouted obnoxiously as he continued banging.

Baljeet finally came to the door. He had obviously been sleeping "Buford!" Baljeet shouted in exasperation "What the Hell are you…."

"I'm sorry!" Buford shouted. Baljeet opened his mouth to say something in response. "Please just let me talk." Baljeet stayed quiet and let Buford continue. "I am so sorry for everything. This is all my fault. I was always so cold to you! I was always afraid of showing my true feelings toward you, but that's only because I thought that if I were to cry it would make me less of a man! When we were dating I thought that you were just too good to be true! I was always waiting for it to end! I didn't think that you were actually mine, but now I see how beautiful and delicate it all was. You are so precious to me! You're one of a kind, there's nobody else like you and there never will be again!" at this point Buford was on his knees in tears. "I need you Baljeet! I've never needed anything more than I need you right now! Please Forgive me! PLEASE forgive me!"

After Buford was through crying Baljeet, let Buford into the apartment and onto the couch in the living room where Buford passed out for the rest of night.

Buford woke up the next morning with a major hangover. His head was throbbing and his ears were ringing like loud sirens. He rubbed his eyes to see Baljeet standing over him.

" 'Jeet?" Buford asked drowsily.

"You are such an idiot." Baljeet said as he leaned down to give Buford a light kiss on the cheek.