Baljeet pov
It's been three days since Isabella had come over and claimed her interest with Buford if not directly. She has eaten with us the past two days, but I should be thankful Buford have not let me be out of the conversation. The none existent malice from her has irked me since she asked Buford such a thing. What's worse is I refuse to invade his privacy of their personal festivities of that day.
"Hey Baljeet! Isabella invited us to da cafe down the street from my folks place," Buford said like a kid in the candy store.
I was captured. I couldn't look away from those pretty blues. With that dang glimmer when he looks at me. However, I come crashing back to earth when the "watcha doin" witch decides to mutter.
"I just asked you, but okay," she spoke softly where I thought I'd imagined.
There was a hint of something I'd only heard when she'd do the same with.. Phinease. I felt my eyes glance at her as she was on her phone faining oblivion. I have a piece of a toy puzzle and even with all my skills I can't find the spot. Looking back at Buford I have this sorrow in my heart. Like when we first came to highschool and he with everyone just seperated.
"I think I'll be busy with my club activities. Unfortunately, I will have to decline."
His face looked confused or pained for what seemed to be a split second. He smiled softly before patting my shoulder. I stood up trying my hardest to force a smile. I look at Isabella looking sadly at her phone.
"I better hop to it. Like the rabbits we are studying. Haha," I attempt to sound confident once again bumping into the trash can.
They both chuckle and I just wave and hurriedly, with major embarrassment, run into school. Walking to my club I stop when I'm out of their line of sight. Sighing deep I stay against the wall finally feeling these heavy weight in my lungs.
'A little peek wouldn't hurt.'
Peeking from behind the corner I see them talking with each other. I honestly believe that I am jealous because Buford talks so easily with her. Granted with me he does have to watch what he says to not trigger certain feelings of resentment.
"Are we peeking over at miss Isabelle and Buford?" A British accent came from behind me scaring the living day lights out of me.
Turning fast I slam my back against the wall seeing no one else but Ferb. He was hunched over staring in the direction I was before meeting my eyes. He slowly straightened his posture and was practically an effiel tower to my small stature. His tired blank expression showed he'd been restless for a few hours.
"N-no no I was.. she was.. i mean.. yes?" The answer came out like a question.
He huffed giving a small smirk. He gently pet my hair before crouching to meet my height. As if I were a kid.
He started walking away as I touched the spot his hand was on trying to fix it if it became messy. He stopped after a few steps, turned his head to where I was still standing, making a confused face.
"You coming?" He questioned nonchalantly.
His british accent still there I follow out of sheer habit. Ferb seemed to have a stylistic change and path when we each came into highschool. Paint stained overalls, low sagging beanie, yellow button up with paint drenched sleeves. Though he stood out with some hidden muscle. We walked quietly through the halls side by side and he remained stoic.
I couldn't help but stare; after we all went to our seperate groups I had only caught blips of Ferb walking, canvas in hand, Paint bucket in the other arm. Just like kids things stay habit I suppose.
"We're here."
We stop at a school door. He sighs and walks into the department of school focused on metal work. Ferb moved to someone under a car and kicked his leg.
"HEY! I TOLD YOU I"M FINISHED WHEN I'M- Ferb?" A loud voice yells sliding from under the heavy car.
Staring at us with oil on his face phineas stands and hugs his brother. He laughs and then views in my direction.
"Is that? Baljeet? Hey man how've ya been?" He says happily and we hug.
"Fine, I have been roaming about and indulging my intelligence with more college classes," I answer.
"Wow still haven't changed i'm glad. What brings you guys to Mech lab?" He wipes hands with a rag and sits at what i'm assuming is his desk.
Ferb just looks at him and as always they have a conversation of a thousand words mentally. Phineas makes a confused face. Then he becomes surpised, shocked, laughing, and when Ferb moves he shows his drawing of bufford and Isabelle.
"W-wh-what? Wait, Isabelle hasn't even spoken to me recently. I'm confused I thought me and her were jsut friends?" He rambles on in disbelief.
Ferb's face drops signaling "Really?".
Phineas face palms and looks down smiling.
"This entire time. She liked me?"
