Re: PnF - Second 3/?
anonymous
October 12 2011, 23:25:42 UTC
"Oh, Hey Isabella." Phineas grinned, spotting his friend. "Just picking up some supplies. What are you up to?"
"The same." She held up a basket full of sheets of multi-coloured felt. "We're learning Viking Embroidery so we can make our own patches in Fireside Girls."
"Very Medieval." He teased and she giggled. "I'm wrapping up here, gonna go meet up with Ferb for dinner. We're trying that new Thai Mexican place."
"Oh, Mai Thai Taco?" Isabella shifted to stand next to him. "I've been dying to try that place. Mind if I walk with you?"
"No, that's fine." Phineas smiled. It was funny, he'd never noticed before how often Isabella invited herself along. He'd just always taken it for granted when she did, just like when Buford or Baljeet came along on an adventure.
They chatted about inconsequential things as they walked, their conversation light and bouncy. They stopped just outside of the restaurant, Phineas checking his watch and glancing around. Right on time.
They talked some more, Phineas scanning the area for his brother. He thought he caught a flash of green hair, but was gone before he could verify it. "Maybe you should give him a call." Isabella said. "Ferb usually isn't late, is he?"
"No." Phineas frowned, pulling out his phone. "No, he's not." Not unless something had happened...
The phone rang in his hand and he pressed the button. "It's a text message from Ferb." He informed Isabella. "He says he's been avoidably detained, so go ahead and have dinner, and he'll see me at home."
Strange. Ferb didn't usually inform him of stuff like that via text. Or at least he offered up some sort of explanation for it.
He glanced up in time to see Isabella looking like she'd either just won the lottery or been given a brand new puppy. It quickly faded to her normal smiling expression.
Huh.
"So..." He pointed up at the sign. "You wanna try-?" He offered, since he was still hungry.
"Love to." Isabella grinned. Phineas smiled back, but he didn't feel it as much as he normally did, feeling slightly uneasy.
As he put his phone back in his pocket, he caught a flash of green out of the corner of his eye and spotted Ferb standing there. Ferb winked, flashing him an encouraging thumbs up before disappearing into the crowd.
... Wait, what?
Well, at least he knew that Ferb was okay.
Isabella took his hand, pulling him inside, talking about the various kinds of food and he turned his attention towards dinner. He settled on the lemongrass tacos and with chile verde pho on the side. He paid for Isabella's too, since he had his wallet out, the two of them finding a seat in the back, talking about friends, classes, and such.
It was fun, he always enjoyed spending time with his friends, but he found himself to be kind of bored. He wanted to be inventing or drawing, sketching out his latest plans. Bouncing ideas off of Ferb and wondering where Perry was. Doing something, other than eating and talking.
He wished Mom hadn't raised him not to draw at the dinner table, otherwise he could have spent time with Isabella and made progress. His fingers itched with the effort it took to keep them still.
They eventually lapsed into silence, and Phineas made his excuses to get home, offering Isabella a ride home on his scooter, since they were heading the same way. She turned him down, and he made his way out of the Superduper Mega Superstore, paying for his purchases on the way out.
Phineas was thoughtful on his way home, inbetween debating the merits of putting hoverjets on the scooter, wondering if he was supposed to feel any different, having gone out to a meal with his best female friend. He didn't feel any different, not like breaking out into song or anything. Which was strange, because he usually felt like singing. He could burst into song at the drop of a hat.
But then, Ferb was usually there when he did, to form a harmony or melody with him. Isabella was great on backup, but they didn't do a lot singing together.
"The same." She held up a basket full of sheets of multi-coloured felt. "We're learning Viking Embroidery so we can make our own patches in Fireside Girls."
"Very Medieval." He teased and she giggled. "I'm wrapping up here, gonna go meet up with Ferb for dinner. We're trying that new Thai Mexican place."
"Oh, Mai Thai Taco?" Isabella shifted to stand next to him. "I've been dying to try that place. Mind if I walk with you?"
"No, that's fine." Phineas smiled. It was funny, he'd never noticed before how often Isabella invited herself along. He'd just always taken it for granted when she did, just like when Buford or Baljeet came along on an adventure.
They chatted about inconsequential things as they walked, their conversation light and bouncy. They stopped just outside of the restaurant, Phineas checking his watch and glancing around. Right on time.
They talked some more, Phineas scanning the area for his brother. He thought he caught a flash of green hair, but was gone before he could verify it. "Maybe you should give him a call." Isabella said. "Ferb usually isn't late, is he?"
"No." Phineas frowned, pulling out his phone. "No, he's not." Not unless something had happened...
The phone rang in his hand and he pressed the button. "It's a text message from Ferb." He informed Isabella. "He says he's been avoidably detained, so go ahead and have dinner, and he'll see me at home."
Strange. Ferb didn't usually inform him of stuff like that via text. Or at least he offered up some sort of explanation for it.
He glanced up in time to see Isabella looking like she'd either just won the lottery or been given a brand new puppy. It quickly faded to her normal smiling expression.
Huh.
"So..." He pointed up at the sign. "You wanna try-?" He offered, since he was still hungry.
"Love to." Isabella grinned. Phineas smiled back, but he didn't feel it as much as he normally did, feeling slightly uneasy.
As he put his phone back in his pocket, he caught a flash of green out of the corner of his eye and spotted Ferb standing there. Ferb winked, flashing him an encouraging thumbs up before disappearing into the crowd.
... Wait, what?
Well, at least he knew that Ferb was okay.
Isabella took his hand, pulling him inside, talking about the various kinds of food and he turned his attention towards dinner. He settled on the lemongrass tacos and with chile verde pho on the side. He paid for Isabella's too, since he had his wallet out, the two of them finding a seat in the back, talking about friends, classes, and such.
It was fun, he always enjoyed spending time with his friends, but he found himself to be kind of bored. He wanted to be inventing or drawing, sketching out his latest plans. Bouncing ideas off of Ferb and wondering where Perry was. Doing something, other than eating and talking.
He wished Mom hadn't raised him not to draw at the dinner table, otherwise he could have spent time with Isabella and made progress. His fingers itched with the effort it took to keep them still.
They eventually lapsed into silence, and Phineas made his excuses to get home, offering Isabella a ride home on his scooter, since they were heading the same way. She turned him down, and he made his way out of the Superduper Mega Superstore, paying for his purchases on the way out.
Phineas was thoughtful on his way home, inbetween debating the merits of putting hoverjets on the scooter, wondering if he was supposed to feel any different, having gone out to a meal with his best female friend. He didn't feel any different, not like breaking out into song or anything. Which was strange, because he usually felt like singing. He could burst into song at the drop of a hat.
But then, Ferb was usually there when he did, to form a harmony or melody with him. Isabella was great on backup, but they didn't do a lot singing together.
Mostly, he felt kind of unsettled.
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