I slowly got up from my desk and stalked out of the classroom. I caught Isabella's bewildered expression out of the corner of my eye as I turned the corner. Ferb was a few yards ahead of me, so as silently as possible, I bounded down the hallway. I was practically nipping at his heels when he turned a sharp corner and I lost him. Determined to hold a productive conversion (the didn't involve me just staring at him and opening and closing my mouth like a fish out of water) now that my courage was up, I marched straight through the doorway he had ducked into, disregarding any of the preceding consequences.
"Y/n?" It was Ferb's voice, but I could barely see. I was so blinded by my own hubris, I couldn't actually piece together where I was.
"Y/n," Ferb repeated, this time sounding more eager, almost...confused? I snapped out of my love struck haze and when I could see what was in front of me, I understood the urgency in his voice.
There was a urinal to the left of me. A bright blue urinal cake glittered at the bottom it. This is the boys' bathroom. I'm in the boys' bathroom. With Ferb Flynn-Fletcher.
"Y/n."
"Mhm? Yep?"
"What are you doing?"
"Oh uhh I don't know, what are you doing?"
"I'm peeing, y/n"
