Chapter 11 – Beach Day (Part 2)
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AN#1: Hey guys, Beach Day is back. And I am so sorry for making you wait this long for the mini-series' update.
Phineas set his bag down on the bed in the room that he and Isabella would be sharing. Of course they would be sleeping in different beds. (Mind you this fic is rated K+, unless I want to change it.)
Phineas then unzipped the bag and fished out a pair of beach shorts that had Hawaiian flower designs printed all over it.
Isabella then walked out of the bathroom in a pink one-piece that had white stripes along the sides and her hair was pulled back into loose pony-tail.
Phineas blushed when he saw his girlfriend in the swimsuit. Isabella saw this and smirked. "What's the matter Phin? Like what you see?" She said in a slightly seductive voice. (I may need to change the rating after this chapter)
Phineas cleared his throat. "Y…yeah I…it's just that," Phineas stuttered, and then gulped. "You look…*Clears throat* you look really beautiful."
Isabella blushed when she heard this. "Well," She said looking at the pair of shorts Phineas was holding. "Aren't you gonna get changed?"
(Line Break Quote: "It's not that we don't like it, we left the marshmallows at home. I blame Baljeet.")
The girls were out on the beach. They had set up two umbrellas and a couple of beach mats on the sand.
Isabella and Gretchen opened the picnic boxes and took out some snacks.
Soon Buford and Baljeet brought up a large ice box from inside the house. Buford opened the cooler and took out a bottle of water. "Drinks are up."
"Hey," Isabella said. "Where are the others?"
Buford put down his bottle. "Oh, Jonathan found his old surf boards in the basement."
"There they are." Baljeet said.
The girls turned to see Jonathan, Phineas, Ferb, Django, and Dinsdale each holding a surf board under each arm.
As the guys reached their spot where the girls set up the umbrellas, they dug the back ends of each surf board into the sand facing the sun.
"Just leave 'em here for a couple of minutes while the wax dries up." Jonathan said. He was wearing a sleeveless black wetsuit that had red stripes running down the sides of the body and legs.
"Whoa," Adyson said as she closely examined the surfboards. "Where'd you get these?"
"My dad, my uncle and a few of their friends used to surf a lot when we'd vacay here." Jonathan said taking a can of Dr. Pepper out of the cooler. "There's actually a surf contest in a few days, maybe we could sign up, guys?"
Phineas looked at Ferb who gave him a thumbs up. "I'm in."
"Count me out," Baljeet said. "My leg still hurts from a fall last week."
"What happened?" Gretchen asked.
Baljeet blushed, although the tinge on his face couldn't be seen due to the sun shining on him. "I sprained my ankle and fell on my thigh."
Jonathan smirked when he noticed that Ginger had suddenly gone silent. "Ouch, that must've hurt."
"Oh, you've no idea." Baljeet said.
"Anyway," Jonathan said. "Remember guys, we still need to wipe down the walls and ceilings of the house."
"Why again?" Buford asked.
"It's been about 5-6 months since anybody really stayed here," Jonathan said taking a sip from his can of Dr. Pepper. "The walls are practically caked with grime, and oh the dishes too, we need to get them cleaned before we can actually use 'em."
"Oh come on," Buford complained. "I thought that this summer was about fun and relaxation, not wiping walls and ceilings and washing dishes."
"It can't be that bad," Phineas said. "We're only gonna be washing the dishes we need right, it's not like we're gonna use all the plates in the kitchen."
"Correct-a-mundo," Jonathan said. "But I'll have to agree with Buford a little, we came out here for some fun in the sun. Let's enjoy ourselves for a while."
The gang had spent most of the day playing games and just having fun. The guys, sans Baljeet, went out surfing, the girls did some sun bathing, and after a while they settled down to enjoy a nice lunch that Jonathan had prepared beforehand.
But as the afternoon rolled by the gang started cleaning.
(Line Break Quote: "Hoo, Mishti, Mishti, Mishti.")
"Hey," Buford said walking into the kitchen where Jonathan and Kayla were cleaning. "Adyson and I are done with our side of the house."
"Good timing too," Jonathan said handing Buford a shopping list. "I need you two to go into town and grab some ingredients for tonight's supper."
"We can do that." Adyson said. "And oh, what about a barbeque? I noticed an old grill at the back of the house."
"Good Idea, Kayla and I are almost done here we can start prepping the grill," Jonathan said. "Oh and there's a hummer in the garage."
Buford's eyes widened. "Did you say hummer?"
Jonathan nodded his head. "Yep, oh that reminds, you might want to stop by the gas station as well."
"Will do JK," Adyson said. "See you later."
(Line Break Quote: "Let it go Ginge.")
When Buford walked into the garage, Adyson could almost feel him shaking with excitement. "Calm down Buford, it's just a hummer."
The vehicle in question was covered by a tarp, no doubt to keep the dust off.
Buford grabbed one side of the tarp and Adyson grabbed the other. "Let's see what Jonny boy's got here…"
Buford's eyes widened in surprise, Adyson's eyes also bugged out.
Under the tarp was a black H1 hummer, it had a shiny gloss like it had just been waxed, the license plate read; J KE55LER, and it even had a silver angel hood ornament.
"Whoa…" Buford managed to get out.
"I think I'm gonna cry." Adyson said.
"Go ahead, I won't judge." Buford looked inside the car. "Hey where're the keys?"
"Over here," Adyson said, grabbing the keys off of a key rack by the door. "I am so glad that finally have a driver's license."
"Hey," Buford said. "Why do you get to drive it? It's been my dream to drive an H1 Hummer all my life."
"You can drive it on the way back," Adyson said opening the driver's side door. "Besides, driving an H1 is on my bucket list."
(Line Break Quote: "You know you can't force these things.")
Later.
As soon as Buford and Adyson came back, the two could already hear voices coming from the kitchen.
Sure enough, the gang had assembled themselves in the kitchen and were sitting around the table except for Jonathan and Isabella who were behind the stove counter, which was facing the table, prepping some ingredients which Jonathan had packed beforehand.
"Hey JK," Adyson said. "We got the things you needed. Why didn't you tell us before that you had an H1 Hummer?"
Everyone turned their heads to look at Jonathan.
"It's doesn't belong to me per se," Jonathan shrugged his shoulders. "It's just the utility car that my family uses when we stay here."
"What else do you have here anyway?" Phineas asked.
"A lot of other things that I'll show you soon. But first, you guys mind giving me and Isabella a hand? We're making paella."
(Line Break Quote: "We're girls; we do it all the time.")
Later that night when the couples retreated to their own rooms.
"Hey Phineas?" Isabella asked.
"Yeah?"
"Do you mind if we move our beds closer together?"
Phineas smiled. "Sure, I thought you'd never ask."
(Later that morning at around 5:00 A.M.)
Phineas suddenly woke up feeling a cool breeze hit his face. He opened his eyes slightly and saw Isabella out by the veranda of their room. She was holding a cup in her hands and sipping from it gradually.
"Izzy?" Phineas said reaching for his phone on the nightstand. "It's 5 A.M. what are you doing up so early?"
"I woke up at a quarter to 5 and couldn't fall asleep again." Isabella said still staring out at the beach. "Jonathan and Kayla are downstairs, you want some coffee?"
Phineas smiled. "Maybe later, come back to bed for a minute."
Isabella walked back into the room and set the cup down on the night stand. She sat on the bed and faced Phineas.
"So, I was thinkin...mphf…"
Whatever Phineas wanted to say had been cut by Isabella's lips crashing onto his.
"Shut up, you can tell me later." Isabella said as she leaned in for another kiss.
AN#2: Guys, overall, I'm so sorry if you thought that I abandoned this story. I didn't, I just need some time to think up good story lines for future chapters. I kinda lost any to all my inspiration for this fic when PnF ended. But rest assured that this story will continue on, you have my word on that.
THE TATTOO ARTIST is out, peace...