Ferb Flynn-Fletcher was staring at me. AT ME??? This had to be a mistake. But no! We locked eyes or what seemed like a year, or maybe two. Finally I broke away and rubbed my hands on my extremely flushed cheeks. I brushed this off as a mistake and s p r i n t e d out of class once the bell rang.
"HE WHAT?" Isabella shrieked in the middle of the hallway as I whispered to her the supernatural events of fourth period Chem class.
"Isabella please lower your voice someone's gonna hear you," I pleaded.
"I HOPE TO FUCK THEY DO THIS IS HISTORY BEING MADE! THIS IS MARVELOUS! I MEAN FERB FL-"
I slapped my hand over her mouth and dragged her over to my locker.
"Isabella I promise you if you keep yelling my business I'll personally tell Phineas myself you hate his guts and would never date him."
She froze. I removed my hand from her mouth and she stood sheepishly awaiting to hear more details on my anecdote of the incident in fourth period Chem class. "Basically I was just minding my own business when F-"
"FERB!" Isabella screeched directly in my face. I prepared myself to beat the shit out of her, but I noticed her eyes were the size of saucers and were steadily trained on someone behind me. I whipped around to find Ferb himself walking casually up to Isabella and me. OH SHIT WAITKMFKMSKDNDJDN. I froze. "H-huh?" I was speechless. The only interaction I've ever had with Ferb was the few times Isabella and I hung out with Phineas and he decided to tag along. And the occurrence of fourth period that day, of course. He continued to saunter up to our lockers.
"Hey y/n."
"..." I replied only with silence. A look of bewilderment crossed my face as Ferb-freaking-Flynn-Fletcher acknowledged my existence for the first time in the history of the chaotic chronicle that is my life. I swallowed hard and cleared my throat, trying to prevent my heart from leaping out of my throat. Nervously I tucked a loose strand of my long dark brown thick glossy hair behind my now fire truck-red ears. "H-hey what's up dawg,"
Ooooh no.
I immediately cringed at my own utter stupidity and loss of vocabulary in front of this beautiful boy. Kicking myself mentally, I attempted to correct my stupid STUPID mistake of calling Ferb my "dawg".
"Uh... I-I mean heYyyY Ferb what's up... did you get the chem homewo-" I weakly attempted to make conversation with him, but in the midst of failing miserably a strand of my cocoa-espresso brown locks escaped my left ear's grasp and fell right in front of my eye.
Before I could even register said strand, Ferb reached over his large, pale white hand and with an ever-so-delicate touch he expertly swooped the coffee-colored tendril back to its rightful place behind my ear. All the while smiling softly, tilting his head a perfect 30°, and bending slightly lower to match his 6'2 height to my 5'1 tiny baby stature.
"You know y/n, you should really clip your hair back so I can see this beautiful eyes of yours." He hummed lowly to me.
At this point the butterflies were too much for me to handle, and I gave a quick "Oh haha! Thanks Ferb!!11!" and quickly rushed away as for him to not see my cheeks practically burning from our short interaction. Isabella trailed after me, shrieking with laughter and delight at what she called: my "romantic success".
Fifth period was a nightmare.
I couldn't focus, my stomach was hurting from all the butterflies, and I was shaking from the anxiety stemming from that conversation, the only conversation I've ever actually had with Ferb (not just in my dreams). Isabella glanced over and saw my pale face go even paler, and nudged me with her bright pink mechanical pencil.
"Y/n, chill tf out, Miss Shernski is gonna notice you shitting you pants over here in the corner."
I slowly looked over at Isabella with dead, hollow eyes. My hand shot up in the air.
"Yes miss y/n?"
I wrenched my piercing gaze away from Isabella and glanced out the doorway. Of course, of course who did I see but Ferb passing by our classroom. I had to follow him.
"C-can I go to the bathroom please?"
