Carpe Diem
Whyteroze28
Disclaimer: I don't own Phineas, Ferb or their friends. They belong to Dan Povenmire, and Jeff Marsh.
Phineas and Ferb are teenagers, but things haven't been going that well for either of them lately. Will things get better, or are things to far gone to fix? Slash. Don't like, Don't read. And the title of this comes from a song that will be in the musical version of the 'Rollercoaster' episode.
Chapter 4
Ferb passed Isabella off to Buford and Baljeet, who were talking to some of the nearby aliens, and walked over to his step-brother.
"Hey, what's up with Isabella?" he asked, as Ferb moved behind the bar.
"She's had a bit of a shock, but she seems to be handling it rather well," Ferb replied.
Phineas looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, then smiled. "Did you finally tell her I don't want to date her?"
Ferb looked up, amazed at having his theory confirmed. "You... you really did know?"
"Yes, I knew. I just wasn't sure how to break it to her without making her cry." Phineas turned towards the bar, his posture slightly defensive. "I was kind of hoping someone else would tell her."
Ferb stared at his step-brother in amazement. "So you make me into the bad guy, instead?"
"No, that wasn't my intention at all. I was just hoping someone would tell her who could let her down easy. Someone who could be sensitive about it... you know, I'm not exactly stellar in that capacity."
"No, you're really not," Ferb replied, snarling a little. He couldn't believe that Phineas had planned this so perfectly... Then again, Phineas was the planner, and Ferb was usually the one who did all the work. He sighed, as he pulled the clothes they had bought the day before out of his backpack. "Well, let's get changed then."
They went into the restroom, and changed into the clothes, which were almost perfect replicas of the outfits they had worn the last time they had visited. Turquoise shirts, lime green ties, and white jeans. They'd decided to go with jeans, because they fit better than the slacks they'd seen.
As Ferb glanced over at the other boy, his jaw dropped. It was as if he'd gone back in time. The clothes brought back the memories of the last time they'd been here. And he wondered if Phineas was feeling the same rush of nostalgia. Then he caught the look on the red-head's face, and gulped. That didn't quite look like nostalgia.
They made their way to the bar, and waved at the customers... and the band, which was also the same one from the last time. The singer introduced them, and they fell into their old routine as they heard the familiar tune being played. They had extended the routine a little, adding extra flair... and a few extra moves. They stood with their backs to each other, and exchanged shakers as if it was nothing. Then they climbed onto the bar and began dancing as the song continued.
Shake, shake, shake, shake your asteroid
Shake, shake, shake, shake your asteroid
Ferb couldn't help wondering what was going through the other boy's mind as they danced. Their friends were watching the spectacle, and they all seemed a bit shell-shocked. He saw Isabella's eyes glaze over, and sighed as he realized that she still wasn't quite ready to accept his explanation. He glanced over at Phineas to see if he had noticed the girl's expression, and almost missed a step in shock. He didn't remember Phineas putting quite so much emotion in the moves when they'd practiced this sequence the night before. Then he looked back out into the audience and cringed inwardly when he noticed that Irving was staring at him with almost the same expression that Isabella had just been wearing.
As they stepped down off the bar, the customers began cheering, and their friends came over to congratulate them. Ferb flinched as Irving attempted to hug him, and watched as Isabella attempted a flying leap towards Phineas. He deftly avoided the maneuver, and turned it into a quick friendly hug. Her face fell, and Ferb watched the realization finally sink in.
Then she smiled. "You aren't getting out of going to the dance with me, Phineas. You already agreed." Then she reached out to snag Ferb's arm, and glanced up at him. "And I think I'll have the hottest dates there."
As Phineas and Ferb exchanged a significant look, Buford turned to look at her. "How? I've got somewhere else to be tonight."
As the group began laughing, Isabella glared at him. "Oh, get over it. You deal with your own date, and I'll worry about mine."
Baljeet looked over at her, and then at Buford. "But, I thought we were going to the movies?" Ferb couldn't hide the grin that was threatening to break across his face, so he turned to look at Phineas... who was staring at him with a very thoughtful look on his face. Suddenly, Ferb felt as though he was close to becoming a mission, and it was very unnerving.
As they finally arrived back in their backyard, Isabella turned to look at the boys. "Don't you dare change out of those clothes, they're perfect. I'll be back after I get ready." Buford and Baljeet followed her out, still discussing whether or not they were actually going on a date or not. Irving seemed reluctant to follow, but Phineas glared at him, and he turned and left.
Ferb turned to head into the house, but stopped, as he felt his step-brother's hand on his arm. Looking back, he was surprised to see the look of uncertainty on Phineas' face. "Ferb, are you mad at me for that whole thing with Isabella? I really was planning on saying something tonight. I mean, I would have had to anyway, but..." His voice trailed off.
Ferb ran a hand over his face in exasperation. "I'm not mad at you, although I think you could have picked a better way to deal with this." As he watched Phineas' face fall more, he grabbed the smaller boy's hand, and pulled him over to the picnic table, where he could sit down, and not feel like he was towering over the other boy.
"Phineas, you are the most important person in my life. We've been so close for so long..." Better stop that train of thought quickly. "But, it's not my job to be your deflector shield." He looked up, and locked eyes with the red-head. "The thing that upsets me is the fact that I had no say in this. You just seemed to assume that someone, most likely me, would take care of it."
Before Phineas could reply, Ferb stood up, and hugged him. "We'll have time to discuss this later," he said quietly. "Just think about what you're going to say to Isabella."