Now we get to my second holiday fic, the New Year's Eve one. Suffice to say, this one is going to be much longer than Christmas Comfort (and also a thousand times more fluffy).
DISCLAIMER: All character of Phineas and Ferb are the property of Dan Povenmire, Jeff "Swampy" Marsh, and Disney Channel.
Chapter 1 – The Book
It was the last day of the year, and you bet that wouldn't changed the schedule of our titular stepbrothers. Of course, that can also be applied to their older sister, Candace Flynn. Every morning was the same: a good breakfast, the morning show with DJ Stanky Dog, and the unnecessary dramatization of her relationship with her boyfriend, Jeremy Johnson.
"Oh my gosh, Stacy, I'm freaking out!"
Candace's best friend, Stacy Hirano, sighed on the other end of the line. Yes, Candace was her BFF and her own confidant, but sometimes it felt like she flipped out over the slightest things. Her brothers, Jeremy, the mailman...
Well, the mailman was a one time thing, but in his defense, he had no idea that there was a platypus on the front steps. Anyway...
"Candace, I think you need to take a chill pill. Just breathe and relax."
Due to the rapid paced hyperventilation that ensued on the phone, Stacy immediately regretted this suggestion.
"Oh come on, Candace, it's not that big of a deal. Everyone in town is going to be at the New Year's Party in The Park. It's not like you two are going to be the only ones there."
"I know, Stace, but it's our first big big big outing as an actual couple. I just don't want to mess this up."
Stacy rolled her eyes, thankful Candace couldn't see her. "You've been out before as a couple! Several times, in fact! Remember when you guys went to the mall?"
"Yeah," Candace retorted, "But that didn't count, I was too busy trying to bust Phineas and Ferb to enjoy it. They had a ferris wheel and-"
"Maybe that's the problem then, Candace. You need to lay off the busting and stay on the lusting."
"Wait a minute, what are you talking about?" Candace inquired.
Stacy failed to suppress the growing smirk on her face. "Oh, don't tell me you weren't thinking about kissing him at midnight?"
Candace flushed. "Well, I...was, but I'm afraid I'm going to miss and kiss, like, a tree or something."
"Provided that you are, in fact, a normal human being and don't have the eyesight of a donkey, I'm sure you'll do fine. I plan on doing the same with Coltrane tonight."
"OoooooOoooohhhh! Stacy's in loooovvee!"
"H-h-h-hey, I don't like the way this conversation is going," Stacy stammered. She had to get into her serious voice for her advice. "Look, it's just a kiss. You've done it before. It's not like you're giving him your kidney or anything. Just relax, feel the moment, and everything will be fine."
Candace smiled one of her ear-to-ear grins. "What would I do without you, Stace? You're so smart!"
"Hey, thanks! Would you mind calling my mom and telling her that?"
"Well, I wish I knew if he was thinking this as well," Candace bemoaned, wandering off toward her bedside window. "I just hope I know WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE THEY MAKING OUTSIDE?"
Stacy, now confused, pressed her ear to the phone. "What's going on?"
"My brothers are building some sort of-I don't know what! Stace, I'm gonna have to call you back!"
"Candace, wait!" Unfortunately, the only noise she could hear on her cell was the dial tone. She let out a loud groan, putting her face in her palm. "Ahh, and it was going so well too..."
Candace yanked her window open forcefully, dropping her phone in the process. This was the least of her concerns, as now her primary focus was on the happenings in her backyard.
"What are you guys up to?"
"Oh, hey Candace," Isabella said, waving to her from the foot of what appeared to be a giant organ, with much larger chutes coming out of the back of the control panel. The rest of her troop, as well as Ferb, Buford, Baljeet, and Irving, were strewn around the large machine. Some of them had hammers and nails while others were hoisting materials around the rest of the backyard.
"What is that thing?"
"Oh, this?" Isabella wistfully gestured toward the contraption. "It's a fireworks display for the Party at the Park. It's going to shoot so many firecrackers it's not even-"
"Yeah, yeah, it shoots a bunch of stuff! I get it!" Candace yelled, waving her hand. "You guys are going to be so busted!"
"Well, aren't your parents still at the airport? Aren't they not going to get back until this afternoon?"
Candace paused, her mouth agape. "...Oh man, that's right." She quickly dismissed that thought in favor of a better one. "That doesn't mean I can't call them...andtellthemwhatyou'reupto! You...and Phineas...and-"
She stopped, her internal headcount missing a very important twerp. "Hey, where is Phineas?"
Isabella looked behind her and shrugged her shoulders. "I...don't know. He went inside to get some blueprints for a rather large Chinese Dragon, but never came back out." She pulled her hat further down on her body as she edged closer to the redhead's window. "I don't suppose you can see where he is, Candace?"
"Ohhh no!" Candace said. "I'm not getting him so you guys can continue on your shenanigans or whatever."
"But Candace, the sooner you get him, the sooner we can finish."
"Well, the sooner we finish, the sooner you can go...elsewhere."
Candace hated how gossip seemed to fly around town sometimes.
She waved her finger, beckoning Isabella to come closer to her window still. Once the girl was out of earshot of the rest of the kids, Candace whispered, "I'm on to you, you know."
Isabella slyly grinned. "What on Earth do you mean by that?"
The teen narrowed her eyes at her, the teasing tone in her voice not lost on her. "...Whatever. If I find him, you guys have to get this done ASAP, kapiche?"
"You got it," Isabella replied, her grin widening even further.
Candace growled, then slammed her window shut with a thud. It was becoming increasingly common for Isabella to be "in the know" for the gossip around the city, and that was a fact that she was getting agitated with. She suppose that the blame wasn't entirely on the Fireside Girl leader; she made her own issues too public for her own good.
She headed down the hallway, calling for her brother. She ducked her head down into the foyer. Nope, no Phineas on the couch. She glanced into the music room. No one there. She checked his room-
Aha. There he was. Phineas was laying down on his bed, leafing through a giant book.
"Phineas! Isabella wanted me to look for you! They need you outside!"
"What?" He looked up, evidently distracted about something. "Oh. Right. Yeah, I'll be out there in a second."
Her curiosity getting the better of her, she sauntered in to glance at the book Phineas was holding. "What are you looking at?"
"Oh, this?" Phineas responded, still troubled. "It's the scrapbook Isabella got me for Christmas. It has all sorts of stuff in here."
She peered over his shoulder, noting all of the somewhat obvious hearts and exquisite decorations on the page. Every page was filled with pictures of the two of them building inventions or hanging out in the backyard. "Man, she went all out for this thing. How big is this freakin' book?"
"It's a few pounds. There's a lot of photos in here." Phineas set his head on his hand. "A lot of them..." he trailed off.
"Don't you have a freakin' thing to build, Phineas?" Candace exclaimed. "C'mon, I need you to get it done so that I can have some Jeremy time!"
"Candace." Phineas stared at his sister, his expression serious. "I said I would be out in a minute."
She scoffed of his statement as she got off of his bed. "Fine. Whatever. Doesn't matter to me. If you finish soon, I get Jeremy. If you don't, I get to bust you. Win-win for me." She headed toward the door, resolving to call Stacy back and chat with her for another couple of hours.
Or at least that was the plan.
She stopped, hand on the frame of the door. It had been a while since she heard that much worry in her little brother's voice.
And then she heard the sentence she never thought she would hear.
"...Does Isabella like me?"
AUTHOR'S NOTE: ...Oh dear. This should be interesting.
There will be eight chapters in total for this story, at the rate of one chapter/day. Or at least that's the plan, anyway. I have a lot of writing to do; let's see if all of it gets done. So anyone who gets interested in this story, you're in luck; it will be updated at a relatively quick pace.
Read and review, if you like. Until next time.