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Sweet Dreams	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 20189 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6
They lay on their backs on the soft green moss, holding hands, looking up at the stars. The glass of the dome above was gone, but the vacuum of space could not harm them; they could hold it at bay by mere thought.
“This is amazing,” Isabella said.
“Yeah,” Phineas agreed. “And my standards for amazing have gotten pretty high over the summer.”
They were silent for a moment.
“Why can’t it be like this when we’re awake?” Isabella asked.
“What, with a space arboretum? Actually, I’m pretty sure we could build one of these.”
“Oh, yeah, no, we could totally swing that. What I meant was, you and me.”
Phineas thought for a moment.
“I think…there’s some part of me that’s not ready for this yet.”
“Why not?”
“Well, if you and I were to get together…you know, like a couple…it would be like a whole new part of our lives would start. And that would mean…”
“…that this part would end,” Isabella said, nodding.
“Exactly. I mean someday—soon—I want to be your boyfriend. But right now, in the real world, I’m really enjoying being your friend.”
Isabella squeezed Phineas’ hand. “Yeah.”
He looked at her. “One of these days, though, I’m going to wake up, literally, and realize what an amazing girl you are, and that I really want to be with you. Just don’t give up on me, okay?”
Her huge blue eyes grew a little watery. “Not ever.”
***
Vanessa lay on the grass with her head on Ferb’s shoulder and his arm around her.
“This,” she said, “was like…nothing. Ever.”
Ferb nodded.
“I love you, you know.”
He touched a finger to the center of his chest. She knew what he meant.
“But…” she said, “when we’re awake…you know this can’t work, right?”
Ferb closed his eyes against the thought.
“I mean,” Vanessa said, “I’m sixteen, and you’re…what, twelve?”
“Eleven,” Ferb said.
She snuggled closer to him, as if trying to protect their connection from cruel reality.
“But someday,” she said, “five years’ difference won’t matter so much. I mean, with that brain of yours, you’re probably going to graduate college only a couple of years after I do.”
He blinked.
“I know,” she said. “That’s a long time from now.”
He turned to her. “Can we just…stay like this until we wake up?”
She held him tighter. “Like you could make me let go.”
***
Phineas awoke in an even better mood than usual. He wasn't sure why. Maybe it was something about the pink pre-dawn light creeping through his window. Somehow, seeing the color pink in the morning made him happy.
Then he felt something wet down around his groin.
"Oh, not again," Phineas murmured, looking down at his pajama bottoms and the damp stain around the crotch. He'd hoped he was going to stop having these soon, but this one was the worst yet. It was a good thing he and Ferb had installed a miniature washer/dryer in their closet for just such emergencies.
Ferb stirred, then quickly sat up and stripped off his pajama bottoms. He hopped out of bed and chucked them into the washer with Phineas'.
"You too, huh?" said Phineas. "I don't know why people call them 'wet dreams'; when they happen, I can never remember the dream I was having."
They got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. Candace was already in the kitchen. She wasn't usually a morning person, but today, instead of glowering numbly at her corn flakes, she was setting out milk, orange juice, and cereal for everyone.
"Morning, boys," she said.
"Morning, sis," Phineas said. "You're in a good mood."
"I just had a good night's sleep. You know," she said, getting a dreamy look in her eyes, "refreshing...satisfying...romantic..." Then she shook her head rapidly as her cheeks went pink. "Um, hey, who wants orange juice?"
"Me, please," said Phineas. "Are Mom and Dad still in bed?"
Candace rolled her eyes. "Uh-huh."
"That's strange. They don't usually sleep this late."
"I don't think they're sleeping."
"Huh?"
"Never mind."
***
Dr. Doofenschmirtz awoke to the sound of faint singing. Opening his eyes, he recognized the voice as his daughter’s. It was coming from the kitchen, from which also wafted the magnificent smell of frying bacon.
He stood up and sleepily shuffled out his bedroom door to see Vanessa, bright-eyed, cooking away in front of the stove.
“Morning Dad!” she said, so gaily that she almost sang it.
“Vanessa! I wasn’t expecting you until later,” Doof said, smiling. Regardless of the timing, he was always happy to see his little girl.
“I woke up early this morning, so I thought I’d come over here and make us breakfast.”
“Well, that’s…” He was about to say “completely unlike you” but thought better of it. “…very nice. You know, I actually woke up with the feeling that I did something GOOD last night, although I have no idea what it could be. It’s left a weird taste in my mouth.”
“Some scrambled eggs and bacon will take care of that. Have a seat.”
“One second,” Doof said. “I just want to go check on my Inators.”
A minute later, he returned to the kitchen. “I can’t believe it; I was going to work on my Dream-Inator today, but it looks like I left it on all last night and drained the batteries. For an Inator that doesn’t do anything, it sure uses up a lot of juice.”
Vanessa’s big blue eyes slid sideways toward her father. “Um, did you say ‘Dream-Inator’?”
“Yes, it seemed like a good idea when I built it, but I honestly have no idea how to make it function properly…or at all, really. I should just dismantle it for parts and start fresh with something else.”
“Hey,” Vanessa said, thinking fast, “could I have it? Maybe I could, you know, tinker with it a little.”
“Vanessa! You’re interested in working on one of my Inators?” He gave his daughter a big hug. “That makes me so happy!”
Vanessa hugged her father back. “It makes me happy too, Dad,” she said with a big, hidden smile. “It makes me happy too.”
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