Disclaimer: All characters of Phineas and Ferb are the property of Dan Povenmire, Jeff "Swampy" Marsh, and Disney Channel. The inspiration of this is credited to the song of the same title by Julia Michaels, which I also do not own.
She had issues.
She got jealous really quick. She was passionate, to a fault. Her emotions teetered between depression to jubilation. There was no between.
She got angry and frustrated, mostly with him and his oblivousness. It was almost enough to push him away on several occasions. Almost.
But one thing she didn't do was judge. It was an extension of his generosity. He didn't judge either. He saw her at face value, a trait that was far too rare.
He had issues too.
He was always trying to fix everything, tweak it, make it better. And if it broke, it threw him off.
His thinking was electric, but the Ideas sometimes came too often and too quick. The ebbs and flows weren't uniform.
But to her, he was perfect.
They both had issues. She wished she could help face his with him. Alone, they were insurmountable. Together, they were nothing.
Yes, she had issues.
And the biggest one...was how much she needed him.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, don't we all have issues? I guess we just need someone to help shoulder them sometimes. Even if it can get...difficult.
...Listen, it's like 3 AM right now. I'm stuck at work. I'm thinking existentially. And I like the song. Sue me.
Some more stuff will be up over the weekend.
Read and review, if you like. Until next time, everyone.
Disclaimer: All characters of Phineas and Ferb are the property of Dan Povenmire, Jeff "Swampy" Marsh, and Disney Channel.
...Well, there's something I haven't typed in a while.
"And I have plans for that giant snowcone machine in the garage somewhere. Let me go find them..."
"Phineas, you need to take a breather."
"Oh yeah, that reminds me. I had the blueprints for the S.C.U.B.A. gear that does your homework for you. We'll call it the 'Breathe Write'. Get it, because it's a pun."
Isabella turned to the redhead's brother, who was busy reading a book on the couch. "Are you going to do anything to calm him down?"
Just a shrug from Ferb.
She sighed loudly. It was not unlike her best friend to go off the rails for his Big Ideas, but this was different. He was going into overdrive.
And it was only the second week of January.
Isabella was going to have to do something drastic.
"Phineas, please calm down. You have the whole year to do what you want."
She was surprised to see him whirl around, a couple of blueprints flying in random directions. "You don't understand, Isabella! I told myself that I would get a lot more things done this year. Do you know how many minutes there are in a year?"
"Five hundred twenty five thousand nine hundred and forty-eight. And three quarters," he gasped.
"Give or take."
Phineas peered around her shoulder to glare at his stepbrother, and turned back to Isabella. "You see? I have so little time to get everything done. My New Year's resolution this year was to do even more things. I can only do that if I don't waste a single second of t-"
He stopped, not because he had to think about the large number of minutes in a year, but because Isabella had her arms around in a hug. Momentarily stunned, he forgot everything he was about to say.
"And you know what my resolution was?"
"What?" he muttered.
Isabella bent back, smiling. "Making sure you don't die from a heart attack or exhaustion. It would be a shame to lose you at the ripe old age of ten."
Phineas grinned. "You're right. I almost lost myself there for a second. What would I do without you, Isabella?"
"Continue to make bad puns?"
The two of them laughed for a moment, bringing an end to Phineas' brief freakout.
"Tell you what," Isabella said. "We'll compromise. Pick ONE thing that you really want to do, and we'll try to knock it out today."
"Sweet! I know just the thing!" Phineas turned to head toward the garage. "Be right back!"
Isabella's grin couldn't help but get wider. This was the boy that she liked being around. Happy. Not stressed. Carefree.
Who knew what this year was going to bring for him...and her?
"When are you going to tell Phineas your actual New Year's Resolution?" the voice said behind her.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I learned two things today.
One...I have been away for quite a while.
Two...there are a lot of minutes in a year. Even more if it's a leap year.
OK, three. I tend to write Ferb more sarcastically than others. And I don't really mind.
Hopefully more to come in the future. Of course, I've been saying that a lot.
Read and review, if you like. Until next time.
Disclaimer: Teen Titans is not owned by me. Neither is Halloween. I think.-----
“You don't think it's gotten slightly old by now?”
“Of course not! The kids love it!”
“Yeah, the screaming and fleeing in terror is sure indicative of that.”
“Shh, I hear some more coming. I'm going to go get into position.”
“Beast Boy, wait!”
Too late, he was already gone with a flap of his wings.
Raven adjusted her witch hat and grabbed the container of candy off the table. “At this rate, all the kids in Jump City is going to avoid us like the plague.”
“All right, I'm coming,” she said under her breath. She opened the door...
“Trick or treat!” Standing in front of her were three kids dressed in their best Titans gear. The oldest one had tinfoil all on his body and a mock cannon on his arm, the young girl had a long pink shirt and pants with large buttons on her hands, and the youngest boy had a replica sidekick uniform.
“Well,” Raven started, crossing her arms, “I wasn't expecting my fellow Titans to be back on such short notice.”
“I told you she would recognize us!"
Raven laughed as she started passing out candy. “Nice costumes, kiddos. Haven't gotten too many people out here tonight.”
“See, John, I told you this place wasn't haunted!”
Raven's ears perked up. “Haunted, you say?”
“Yeah, he said this whole island is crawling with ghosts!” The youngest one squeaked. “Someone said they heard all sorts of stuff here earlier.”
“Oh, it's not haunted.”
The three kids together breathed a sigh of relief.
“At least, I don't think it is.”
Almost as if on cue, a large hoot cut through the air, causing the oldest one to jump.
“What was that?”
“Oh, I'm sure it was just an owl.” Raven put a finger to her cheek in mock thought. “Maybe.”
A more pronounced hoot came directly above the group.
“Hope you kids don't believe in ghosts.”
The howl of a wolf was now almost upon them, jolting the kids into a panic.
The three kids ran off into the distance, miraculously hanging onto their bags of candy.
Raven chuckled to herself as she reentered the Tower, only to find Beast Boy perched on the counter, with that devilish grin on his face.
“Face it, Raven; you love it.”
She rolled her eyes at his statement, but couldn't really deny his statement. “OK, it's a little humorous. I'll give you that. You might want to cut back on the howling a little bit, though.”
“I knew you'd come around.”
Ravel glanced at the computer clock. “Yeah, and it only took half the night. You're lucky Robin changed his mind about being on patrol tonight.”
“I got you off of patrol for this, remember?”
Beast Boy grimaced. “Oh, yeah. Whoops. Must've slipped my mind.”
“Did you purposefully get me off of patrol so that I would be stuck home with you?”
“Not entirely.” He looked at her costume up and down. “The other part is that Star doesn't look as good in a witch costume.”
“You son of a---”
“Witches don't use that kind of language, Raven.” Beast Boy waved a finger at her. “Think of the kids.”
Raven's eyes started glowing purple. “Oh, there's only one thing I'm thinking about doing right now.”
Another group of kids came around the corner outside, with a ghost in the lead.
“I know those guys before said something about this island being haunted, but I don't believe it. Not even for a second!”
The bold kid was now running away as fast as his legs would carry him, with the rest of his group tailing behind. If they had turned around, they would've seen a green-skinned teen jumping out of the window, being chased by what appeared to be a witch emitting dark energy around her.
“What's wrong, Beast Boy?” Raven yelled. “I thought you liked being scared!”“Not like this!”
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Happy Halloween, everyone! Just a quick little thing I wanted to get out in time for the holiday. Be careful when getting all of your candy tonight, and be mindful of werewolves and all sorts of other scary things, because it may just be Beast Boy in disguise.
Read and review, if you like. Until next time.