"Oh," Lawrence commented.
"So this is all about that girl?" Lawrence asked.
"Yes," Ferb admitted.
"Who has a boyfriend?" Lawrence interrogated.
"Yes," Ferb answered coldly.
"What kind of a guy is he?" Lawrence asked.
"Tall, coolest kid in town, arrogant, moderately big nose, sort of like mine, but different," Ferb listed.
"Hmm," Lawrence interjected.
"He is the quarterback for our high school's football team," Ferb explained.
"He hates any guy who shows any sign of weakness, sort of like Buford, but worse," Ferb continued.
"What punishment do you want? You have to have some type, or Mom will have to punish you, and you won't get to choose," Lawrence explained.
"Five nights in the basement," Ferb suggested.
"Then it is decided," Lawrence closed.
The next day was overcast, but a lot of light still hit the Earth's surface.
Phineas only slept two hours because he couldn't very well sleep without Ferb in the room.
He got up and went outside.
Isabella was just walking up to the gate.
She went through.
"Hi, Phineas," Isabella greeted.
"Hi, Isabella," Phineas greeted back.
"What are you up to?" Isabella asked.
Phineas layed down on the grass.
Isabella was surprised.
She had never seen Phineas just a lay down in the grass, although she had seen him sit on the grass countless times.
"I only got two hours of sleep last night," Phineas explained.
"Oh," Isabella said uselessly.
"It has been a long time since I looked at the clouds," Phineas informed.
"Well, they're all across the sky today, aren't they?" Isabella asked.
"Yeah, but sometimes you can see little holes in the clouds, and it shines light on small places," Phineas explained.
Phineas scooched to his right in a beckoning way, his eyes never leaving the sky.
His smile was lighting Isabella up.
Forget whether he knew how she felt, that smile was golden.
She subconsciously layed down on the grass just far enough away so that when their elbows, not arms, were extended they did not touch.
Her conscious was too passive and nervous to have done what her subconscious had done.
"See that one? That one looks like it's shining right through Baljeet's window!" Phineas exclaimed.
"How would you know that it was shining through a window and not on Mrs. Tjinder's flowers?" Isabella challenged playfully.
"Just a guess," Phineas answered.
She giggled at this, which made him smile wider.
"Look over there," Isabella prompted.
"Whoa! That building in the sunlight looks just like Ferb's head. I wonder who built it," Phineas related.
"Maybe Reginald's father," Isabella suggested.
"No, Reginald's father never came to America, although his father did," Phineas explained.
"Cool! Do you know what he was doing in America?" Isabella asked.
"No," Phineas answered.
"Hmm," Isabella responded.
Suddenly, a beam of sunlight shot through the clouds and landed right where Phineas and Isabella were.
The looks on their faces were priceless.
The sun had singlebeamedly put Phineas and Isabella in a sort of limelight.
Florid could not describe their flushing faces.
Now was when Buford came carrying a bruised and beaten Baljeet.
Baljeet had two black eyes and looked barely conscious.
Buford came in calmly, as if there wasn't a living punching bag slung over his shoulder.
When he saw Phineas and Isabella in the limelight, he cracked up.
His laughing was so destructive.
"What are you laughing at?!" Isabella countered.
"Dinner Bell and Girly sitting in a..."
Isabella knocked him over with a swift kick.
Buford made no sound but a thud.
He got up immediately.
There was five seconds of dead silence.
"Now I don't usually hit girls, but I could make an exception, Sassabella!" Buford threatened.
Phineas had had enough. He charged headfirst into Buford's gut.
The fence behind Buford got plowed through.
Just as the fence broke, Buford grabbed Phineas' torso and threw him like a football.
A resounding thud was heard as Phineas' head hit the tree.
"Phineas!" Isabella cried.
Buford cackled and left.
Phineas was in utter agony.
Isabella realized that blood was dripping from his already red hair.
"Linda!" Isabella screamed.
"Yes?!" Linda responded.
"Phineas needs to be taken to the hospital," Isabella explained. "Get me a washcloth!"
By the way, Monty and Vanessa are younger in this story than in the show. It is an AU, after all. Don't worry, Phineas' brain is not damaged, but something else might be. Muwahahaha. I wrote from the experience of hitting my head so hard, it was bloody, and from the experience of being bullied. I have never been thrown like a football, however, although I was like a misguided missile when I had my latest head accident. I'd probably be a super genius if I had never hit my head on anything. Also, there are a couple antagonists I haven't unsheathed yet. Sorry, Glendida fans, but that OC is not to be featured in this story. Wait, I don't think any of you are Glendida fans. All the better... Please review!