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PnF - .:Stars:.The afternoon went slowly while she talked softly, whispering, trying to hide the sour in each word she pronounced, like if the pain was impressed in her voice and there was no medicine, there was no way she could feel better and the only thing she could do was letting her feelings go, having someone by her side that may listen to her. That's all she needed, someone who listened.
Since she was left alone most of the thing stayed the same, and that was what bothered her the most: it was supposed to be the end of her world, it was supposed to hurt, it was supposed to be the worst thing she could have ever been through. But it wasn't. And that only meant that she wasted the last years of her life trying to live within a lie, there was actually no love, even if she felt she gave all of herself, there wasn't someone who loved her, at least, he never did.
Johnny was gone. She didn't remember the reason why, the only thing she had been thinking of was the simple "goodbye" he said to her befor
PnF - .:Light:.They say that you learn things the hard way, like you shouldn't play with fire if you don't want to get burned, or that distance may be good, it gives you time to think, to breath, to miss. But distance was about to kill them both, he wasn't even gong but they were already feeling the pain of living just a couple of days without each other. Both, husband and wife, held their hands together, his forehead reached hers as they stared into each other's eyes.
Life could have passed then, the couple of minutes they were like that, not even the sound of the wind could've been heard. Finally, he gave her a soft, gentle, deep kiss, which tasted like pain and love.
"Just come back safe, okay?" she asked. It was another stupid business trip, but he had been home since their little kid was born, so it felt like he may be gone forever. He kissed her forehead before looping at the living room behind her, where their 5 year old son was looking at them in silence.
"Come here," the father asked and
What Agents Speak of Off Duty"Okay; where are you taking me, P-Man?"
"Would you stop calling me that?"
"Why? It's cool."
"You're a party pooper, you know that?"
"Then what's wrong with P-Man?"
His webbed foot slipped on the rock as the platypus attempted to climb the cliff. After regaining himself, he continued on. "Phineas doesn't like it when people call me the P-Man, Sunny," he replied. "He used to get mad at Mr. Flynn when he would call me that." He grabbed a root that was sticking out of the mountain side and hoisted himself up onto another ledge. "Perry's fine."
The bright yellow canary flew in a loop and shot up after him. "But it's so bland," she replied. "So so un-secret-agent-like."
"And how's Sunny secret-agent-like?" Perry said behind a sarcastic laugh.
"At least it suits me. I've got a sunny disposition."
"Not to mention a hot-head."
Perry laughed as he dusted himself off and leaped to grab the next ledge. "I like Perry," he repl
Things I will Risk For You c.9"Whoa!" Ferb exclaimed as he leaped out of the way of a spout of fire that had shot out from the wall. He flailed his arms in order to keep his balance before running after his brother. "First arrows, now fire? They've got fire for traps! Aside from the fact that they're all set up as though Egyptians or ancient tribes had built them, where do they get this stuff?"
"From a pawn shop, I couldn't care less," Phineas replied as he leaped passed the next fire spout and peered around the corner for any signs of cameras. "I only care about the one that will erase Perry's memories."
"We need to get there alive in order to stop it, Phin."
"I'm still alive."
"Would you stop being so cynical? We're almost there, Ferb."
They darted in zigzags in the corridors, avoiding cameras, traps and even other agents. Once they had arrived on the floor they had to be on, they noticed that security seemed to get thicker. It became trickier to avoid being seen. Twice alr
PnF: Vocal Blues ch8"So, Candace, how goes the job search?" Lawrence asked as he passed the plate of steak around the table that night at dinner.
His daughter grabbed it from him and took a piece of meat before passing the plate onto her fiancé. "A little rough, but I'm positive," Candace replied. "As long as I can start saving up a bit for music college, I don't care." Shortly after Phineas and Ferb had helped their mother set the table, Candace and Jeremy arrived. However, because of Phineas' muteness, Ferb made up a clever excuse to keep them away from their sister and her fiancé; he claimed that Isabella needed some help with some singing, and before either of their parents could say anything, Phineas and Ferb had left the house and walked across the street to visit their neighbour.
Of course, Isabella had been informed about this by text, and so instead all three sat in her backyard until Linda called her sons back.
"Have you had any luck on getting accepted at any school?" Linda wondered.
PnF: Vocal Blues ch15Linda and Lawrence returned at about five o'clock, just as Ferb and Vanessa were finished getting dressed. The couple announced that it was a beautiful night, the stars were out, and the windshield was not harsh.
"Perfect weather to gather the instruments into the vehicle," Lawrence announced as he flexed his fingers.
Ferb's parents got dressed immediately upon entering the house, which was more than enough relief for the sixteen-year-old; they were too concerned at the moment about getting ready for the banquet to ask of the whereabouts of Phineas. His mother had picked out a dazzling dark red dress that sparkled in the light, enough to make her look beautiful without being too much glitter. Lawrence quickly suited up in dark dress pants and a dark green buttoned shirt. Despite how nice they looked when they came out of their bedroom or the bathroom upstairs, the couple had hardly spent fifteen minutes getting ready.
Linda reached over and patted her son's cheek when he came out of th
PnF: Vocal Blues ch7"You mean he actually cannot speak?"
Isabella sighed tiredly while rolling her eyes. Right before heading to the cafeteria for lunch, she had decided to hint in Baljeet and Buford about Phineas and Ferb's dilemma. Unfortunately for that, Baljeet was still having difficulty understanding after the third repetition.
Buford glared at him and swatted the Indian student across the head. "Will that help clear it up for you?" he groaned.
Phineas and Ferb watched them bicker silently before Isabella cleared her throat. "Anyway, so because Phineas can't speak, he needs to communicate using his sketchbook," she went on. "So whatever you need to ask him, expect him to write the answer down, Capiche?"
Baljeet raised his hand like an obedient school boy. "So, is this going to affect Saturday night?" he asked.
Isabella, Phineas and Ferb looked at each other before staring at Baljeet once more. "We're not completely certain yet," Ferb replied. "I brought the invention with me so that Phi
PnF: Vocal Blues ch16Phineas' kidnapping had been noticed. But not by either of his parents, or even his brother or his brother's girlfriend.
It had been, in fact, his pet platypus who had noticed.
Perry had followed Phineas down the stairs merely out of pity for the boy. He had noticed the distress in Phineas' eyes as he got dressed, and although he had been absent for the morning, Perry had in fact re-entered the house early again, and just as his owner dashed out with Ferb attempting to apologize for something he did. Whatever Ferb had said to him, whether the green-head had meant it or not, had hurt Phineas more than anything anyone had ever said to him before.
Perry climbed onto the couch as Phineas left the house and walked out onto the driveway from the window. The platypus watched him sadly, wishing there was some way Phineas could cheer up and be his old self again. Perry loved him the most when he was happy, and he would continue to; with or without a voice.
He was just about to turn and l
PnF: Vocal Blues ch4Phineas would have objected highly about it if he could verbalize. But because he could not, all he could do was grab onto whatever he could as Ferb attempted to drag him out of the door. After getting off of the phone with Vanessa, Ferb had told Phineas to put on his hoodie and jacket. Only after Phineas had gotten completely dressed did Ferb tell him what they were doing and where they were going.
And for the first time, Phineas was not agreeing with him.
Ferb groaned as he pulled on his brother's arm, fighting to lead him to the front door. Phineas was pulling himself in the opposite direction. "Come on, Phineas, we don't have time to play around!" he said. "Vanessa will be here to pick us up in a few minutes!"
Phineas shook his head violently and slapped his gloved hand down on top of Ferb's. Ferb let go of his brother's arm, but Phineas only had but a split second to escape before Ferb had grabbed him around the waist. "Do you know any other man who builds things on
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