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_On with the story!_
"Hey look, ice cream!" Phineas suddenly exclaimed as the three of us walked down a sidewalk in front of Linda and Lawrence near a park.
I looked where Phineas was pointing, and saw a small pushcart ice cream stand sitting under the trees of the park in the shade where the icy treats wouldn't melt. It was silver and had a sign on the front of it displaying the name of the company, but it was in French so I wasn't able to read it well.
It also had a flamingo pink umbrella that was set to the side, since there was no point in putting it up while you were in the shade. Because the entire point of an umbrella is to keep cool in the sun, or keep you from getting wet in a rainstorm. If there's neither there's no use for the umbrella.
"Mom, can we get ice cream? Pretty pleeease?" Phineas practically begged like a little child as he turned around to face his parents and walked backwards.
It was amusing to see Phineas, a sixteen -almost seventeen- year old still acting like he was ten.
I guess it's his optimism mixed with his child-like wonder that has helped him achieve that.
It's adorable nonetheless.
Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher, -who was feeling considerately better- nodded and smiled as her husband smiled also, and reached for his wallet that was located in his back pocket.
"Alright." He said, -taking out a 20 dollar bill. "Go ahead." He finished, and handed the bill to Phineas who thanked him and excitedly dragged me away before I could do the same.
"Come on Ferb!" He called behind us to where Ferb was strolling casually behind us with his hands in his pockets as he studied the trees above.
I laughed as Phineas slowed down and we now walked slowly hand in hand through the park, probably so Ferb could catch up.
"Phineas, you're such a little kid." I half-joked, -shaking my head.
Phineas chuckled.
"How so?" He asked, -looking at me.
"Pretty pleease?!" I mocked, -leaning towards him, and steering him towards the edge of the path a little bit.
Phineas laughed and brought us back to the center of the pavement.
"Okay, okay, I see what you mean." He admitted.
"What flavor?" Phineas asked as we came up the stand that had a line, but it was short enough you could see the menu from where we were standing.
"I feel like a third wheel." Ferb stated as he stood next to us.
I giggled.
"Oops, sorry Ferb." I apologized, but he only smiled at me as if saying it was okay.
"I think I'll try lemon." I stated, -answering Phineas' question.
"I've never seen that flavor anywhere before." I added as we stepped forwards.
"Hm. Me either. That sounds interesting. I'll have to try it." Phineas said. "The usual for you Ferb?" He asked, -turning to his brother who nodded.
We waited for the people in front of us to pay before we walked to the front and ordered.
"May we have two lemon cones, and a vanilla please?" I asked, and by the look of the man's face, he hadn't understood a word I said.
Great. I don't speak French.
The man said a log string of something in French that I did not understand.
Dang.
I laughed nervously.
"Anyone speak French?" I asked, -turning to the boys.
Surprisingly Phineas nodded.
I thought he couldn't speak French?
"Me." He said a little sheepishly before ordering for us.
"Deux cônes de crème glacée de citron et une vanille s'il vous plaît." He said before smiling at the man.
I was shocked.
He never mentioned this to me!
"How can you speak French but not read it?!" I asked him incredulously.
Phineas shrugged.
"Honestly? I don't know. I was never able to." He said casually as he watched the man scoop ice cream into waffle cones.
"You never told me!" I exclaimed lightheartedly as the man started fixing Ferb's cone.
"I thought I mentioned that I could easily pick up new languages." He said innocently.
No? I don't remember that.
"Oh." I said, -giving up on the conversation.
"Deux cônes de citron pour le couple adorable," The man said as he handed us the two lemon cones, and made Phineas blush.
"Je vous remercie" Phineas responded.
Whatever the man said must've been embarrassing, or something.
Now I desperately wish I could understand French!
I want to know what he said to make him blush!
"Et de vanille pour l'homme du silence." The man added, -giving Ferb his ice cream.
What did he say!?
I want to know!
"Je vous remercie." Phineas said again, -still sounding rather embarrassed before he paid and the three of us walked away.
As we started walking back to the boys' parents Phineas tried to change the subject.
"You know...now that I think about, lemon ice cream is probably really sour." He stated, eyeing his treat suspiciously, -traces of blush still noticeable across his cheeks.
I nodded as I watched him.
"You try yours first." Phineas said suddenly, -turning to me as we walked down the path with Ferb.
"Okay." I agreed. "But only if you tell me what the man said to you that made you blush." I negotiated, and managed to get Phineas to blush again.
"He said, 'two lemon cones'."Phineas, answered with a shrug, but I knew he was lying because his ear was obviously bugging him, except he couldn't scratch it because both his hands were full.
"Bull." I stated. "That's not all of it." I confronted, -licking my cone since it was starting to melt all down the cone.
Oh! Mistake! Mistake!
It's sour! Really sour!
I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried not to react.
Wow! That is strong!
"Something wrong, Izzy?" Phineas asked, -glad the subject had temporarily changed.
"No." I lied. I wanted to see his reaction when he tried his without him knowing how dang sour it is.
Man.
"I just want to know what he said!" I wined, -bouncing up and down like a little kid, and trying by not to drop my ice cream.
"Pwease?" I said, -giving him a pouty face and batting my eyelashes.
"Okay, okay." Phineas gave in.
"He said, 'Two lemon cones for the, adorable couple." He practically muttered, as he blushed again.
I held back the urge to burst out laughing. Ferb tried also but ended up snorting despite his efforts.
Awww! Poor innocent Phineas!
"You do know, Phineas that when you hold hands with a girl you can't be surprised when people automatically assume that you're a couple." I giggled.
"Yeah, yeah. Haha." Phineas said sarcastically and rolled his eyes.
"I told you what he said, now you have to try the ice cream." He said, -obviously not in the mood for my teasing.
"I already did." I said. "It's not that bad." I half lied.
It wasn't bad, just really really sour.
Phineas shrugged and took my word for and tried his ice cream, which was a mistake because I came so close to hearing him swear for the first time in my -and probably his- life.
"Oh! F-...dang that's sour!" He exclaimed, -squeezing his eyes shut and crinkling his nose in the cutest way possible.
Ferb and I laughed as Phineas shook his head.
That was definitely worth it!
"You said it wasn't that bad!" He said to me.
"It's not!" I defended. "It's just really strong!" I giggled.
"Aw you..." Phineas trailed off, -nudging my shoulder.
"The man was right." Ferb stated, and Phineas and I gave him a confused look.
"Adorable." Ferb explained, -motioning to us, and taking a bite of his ice cream.