"Come on in, kids. Time for pie." exclaimed Phineas and Ferb's mother, Linda. That day had been another exciting adventure for the kids, as it was every single day because of the bright-minded Phineas and Ferb and their wacky inventions and ingenius ideas. Baljeet had always had fun at their house, yet... today was different.
All the kids, including a defeated Candace, walked into the brightly lit house to devour the delicous pies of Linda's making. As they were eating, Baljeet stared blatantly at Buford; he found it so cute how Buford would get a warm piece of the pie onto his lips and then slowly lick it up witih his tongue. They were sixteen now, and yet after all these years he'd never realized the passion that was burning in his heart.
Once they finished the pie, they all bid their friends goodbye. Like every other day, Buford walked Baljeet home. He'd never really thought about it, but as of recently, his heart had been beating, gnawing its way out of his chest. He felt like he was in the clouds, when really he was in a better place. The sidewalk never looked more appealing than when Buford Van Stomm was walking on it.
When they'd finaly reached Baljeet's house, his heart dropped into his feet.
"Buford, wait!"
Baljeet turned red with embarassment. He didn't know whate to say, he just wanted Buford to stay a while longer. But there was no communtication needed. They'd become so close after so many years...Buford knew exactly what he meant.
Unexpectedly, Buford's hand hit Baljeet's door, trapping him and forcing him to look into his intoxicating eyes.
Baljeet stared into those lovelyy hazel eyes-- he drew closer, feeling the warmth of Bufor's body comforting him. their faces were only inches apart. Buford closed the distance between them, slamming his eager lips to Baljeet's. Their tongues were chasing eachother in a furios battle, their hands tracing every inch of eachother's bodies. Every touch made Baljeet feel as if he were on fire
Baljeet reluctantly pulled away,"We should go inside." he gasped betweeen breaths. .
