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This one just flowed out of me so easily and I think that makes it even better in my eyes. I’m gonna try to credit the prompts I find from now on so credit for this prompt goes to tsutomi-goshiki

person A: *sighs sadly* nobody likes me

person B, who hasn't confessed yet but has been giving A love and support through the years: *AM I A JOKE TO YOU? meme*

Another day, another amazing invention from Phineas and Ferb, and yet another oblivious reaction from Phineas. I don’t even know why I bother anymore. We’re 16 now and you would think that Phineas would’ve eventually caught on, but you would be wrong. If we’re being honest I gave up on that little obsession a couple years ago, I think I just keep flirting because it's a habit and part of my routine. Plus, let’s be honest, no one would believe me if I told them I gave up on Phineas. 

“You okay, Bella?” I hear Ferb ask as he walks toward me. For anyone else it might be weird hearing that comes from Ferb, but he and I have gotten a lot closer over the last 6 years. He was always there to comfort me about Phineas being oblivious and I was there to comfort him about Vanessa and Monty. Eventually we started talking about his ideas for inventions and the articles I worked on for the school newspaper, it was so easy to talk to him. That’s what I love the most about Ferb, everything just comes so naturally. I never have to worry about anything when it comes to him.

“Yeah, I’m good Ferb. It’s just so crazy to me that Phineas still hasn’t caught on to the flirting. Like come on dude, could a girl be any more obvious,” I say chuckling slightly. I walk over to their signature tree and take a seat beneath it, watching everyone else besides us walk inside.

“If it was anyone but Phineas, they would catch on immediately. I think he just has this blockage in his brain that keeps it from coming through. The only thing he has space for is inventions and how to make everyday amazing. I love Phineas but I think you’re better off moving on to someone who will recognize your emotions and will return them.” Ferb comes and takes a seat beside me. He grabs my hand and I interlace our fingers. How is he so wise at such a young age? He really is amazing.

“Yeah I know, that’s why my feelings for him faded a couple years back. I just couldn’t keep holding out hope like that. But Ferb, how am I supposed to find someone else? Everyone will think I am just using them until Phineas comes around and nobody has shown an interest in me all these years.” I look down at our hands sadly and sigh, “nobody likes me.”

We sit in silence for a minute, I can tell Ferb is silently processing everything I said and I don’t mind. There are times where we just sit in silence for hours, just enjoying the others presence. If it weren’t for Phineas’ obliviousness I wouldn’t have gotten to know Ferb in the way I have. I wouldn’t know how amazing, intelligent, kind, handso-

“Bella? Are you listening to me?” I faintly hear as Ferb waves a hand in front of my face. “You zoned out for a minute there, are you alright?” He asks, looking at me concerned. 

“Yeah, I’m fine Ferb. I was just thinking,” I respond as my face starts to flush. “What’s up? You were saying something?”

“Yes, I want you to know how completely inaccurate your last statement was.”

“What? How-”

“Let me finish. Isabella you are the most courageous, intelligent, and hardworking person I know. You care so much about all of your friends and family, you won’t stop at anything to achieve your goals or make the people around you happy. I know for a fact that there are people out there who like you, even love you. Maybe they were just too worried about rejection to act on it? After all, you never made it known that you were over Phineas.”

“Yeah, but what if the person I want to love me is unavailable? Like, for example, they have a crush on another and have confided in me about their feelings for her.” I look him right in the eyes and I can tell he picked up on the hint immediately. He knew I was talking about him. Damn, why couldn’t he be as oblivious as Phineas so I wouldn’t have to make this awkward? “You know what? I think it’s time for me to go, it is getting close to dinner time by now,” I say as I let go of his hand and stand up hastily. 

Person D: [flirts with B]

Person A: [staring at them silently]

Person C: You're really quiet today, A.

Person A: [still staring] Nobody plans a murder out loud.

I look across the cafeteria to where Richie is being held up by Cynthia Greene, a semi-popular girl in our class. God, she’s so obvious she might as well be physically throwing herself at him. Although it doesn’t seem that Richie is complaining much, he’ll flirt with anything that moves. I can feel my jaw clench as I keep watching their exchange.

“Eddie, what’s up with you today? You’re being really quiet,” I hear Stan ask from the left of me.

“Nobody plans a murder out loud.”

That seemed to get everyone’s attention and I see them follow my gaze to where Richie is finally walking away from Cynthia, a look of understanding falling on their faces as they turn back to me.

“Don’t worry about it Eddie, I’m quite sure that Richie turned her down. Trust me, you could say I have insider information,” Bev says with a wink in my direction. I look down at my tray with a slight blush on my cheeks as Richie finally makes it to the table.

“Tally ho my dear chaps! How are you this fine afternoon?” Richie asks in his horrid impression of a British accent. He sits to the right of my and throws his arm over my shoulders, unfortunately just making my blush worse. “Oh my, Eds you look even more radiant this afternoon. Such a lovely shade of blush on those cheeks.”

“Shut up asshole, and stop calling me Eds!”

“Oooo someone is feisty today, didn’t get enough sleep last night or something? I promise next time me and your mom will keep it down.”

“B-beep beep R-richie,” I hear Bill say, thank god for Bill. He always seems to know when I’m at my limit and comes to my rescue.

“I gotta go, see you guys in class.” I get up before any of them respond and take off for the bathroom. Normally I wouldn’t be caught in these germ infested death holes but desperate times call for desperate measures. Once I walk in the bathroom I walk up to the sink to wash my hands and face. The door opens behind me and in walks the one and only Trashmouth Tozier. I swear I can never escape him.

“Damn Eddie Spaghetti, that was a quick exit. You should think about joining track next year.”

“Leave me alone Richie, I am not in the mood for your bullshit.”

“Come on Eds, it’s me. What’s up? You know you can talk to me,” he says with a slightly pleading look in his eyes. I’ve never seen him this sincere before, it makes my heart do a weird stuttering thing in my chest.

“What were you and Cynthia talking about?” I blurt out against my better judgement. Oh god, why did I ask that.

“Huh? Oh you mean at the beginning of lunch? Well she asked me if I wanted to go to the Aladdin this weekend with her.” 

“Oh,” I say looking down at my feet. If I play my cards right I can get out of here without him seeing the tears in my eyes.

“Why do yo- oh. OH. Eds, you don’t gotta worry about her. I actually told her no,” Richie takes a few steps closer to my and pulls my face so I am looking at him. “I have my eyes on this cute little hypochondriac who curses like a sailor and, despite him being the one with the asthma, manages to steal my breath away on the daily.”

My cheeks could not get any redder at this point, when did the Trashmouth learn to be smooth like that? Before I had a chance to respond to him, he leaned down and kissed me. All I could do was melt into him and kiss back, this was even better than I thought it would be.

“So my little Eddie Spaghetti, will you accompany this poor fellow to the Aladdin this weekend? Since your mom backed out on me I need a new date.”

Hey, so I also like to write original stories as well as fanfiction and I wanna share the first chapter of one I have been working on for quite a while. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter One

Summer break began a week ago and I’m already going crazy. Thank god I am leaving this weekend because I don’t think I’d be able to stand a whole summer with my mother. I love her, but she is seriously batshit crazy.

“Angelica! Can you come here for a minute?!” I hear her call from downstairs. Speak of the devil.

“Alright, be down in a bit!” I called down to her. I swear she has a sixth sense for when I’m avoiding her. I throw the covers off of me and go sit at my vanity. I decide to throw my hair up into a ponytail before heading down, it’s quick, easy, and makes my hair look fiery. I’ve been dying my hair a bright, scarlet red for the past two years because I was tired of people comparing me to my mother. We had the same hair, same eyes, same face, same everything; so I dyed my hair. She was so pissed but it was worth it. I was so tired of hearing comments about how much I look like her and how I’m her spitting image. It’s not that my mom isn’t beautiful, I just hate being compared to her. My mom is not a kind individual, in fact she is a raging bitch 90% of the time. People automatically start to judge me and who I am because of her. Most of the people at my school hate me because of her, that’s why I stopped telling her about any school events I had.

“What’s taking so long, Angie? Get down here!” she yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Coming!” Geez, I wonder who pissed her off today. I hope it’s not anything I did, I really don’t wanna get on her bad side before I leave. I’ve done my chores and I even did work that wasn’t on the list. I guess it’s time to face the music though. I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen where she was leaning against the counter. 

“I was wondering if you got lost or something, I mean god damn. Anyway, I’ve got a couple of questions for you Angelica.” She crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow. “First off, what kind of plans do you have for the summer?”

Shit, she knows. I know that she knows, and she’s just messing with me. No, I am not gonna let her ruin this for me, I have a great summer planned and she can’t stop me. I am almost out of here, I can do this. Besides, there’s a .01% that she doesn’t know and that she’s genuinely curious about my plans so I’ll just play it cool.

“Well, Lexi’s mom invited me to go with them to Mississippi for the summer. They leave Friday and I was hoping I could go with them,” I told her. Which wasn’t a complete lie. When I was over there earlier her mom did invite me to go with them, but they don’t leave for another week and I wasn’t even considering it. I love Lexi but a whole summer with her dysfunctional family? No thanks, I can barely deal with my dysfunctional mom for a week.

“Oh, that’s nice of her! Now for my next question, what are you really doing this summer?” 

“What do you mean?” I asked, trying my best to look innocent. I know it’s not working but there’s no turning back now.

“Okay, have it your way. Follow me!” she commanded. She turned to walk towards the front room and when I didn’t move she grabbed my arm and yanked me after her. I flinched but I had no choice but to go with her. When we got into the front room she pushed me into a chair and walked over to where the phone was. Before I could ask what was going on she pressed play on the voicemail. Audrey’s voice filled the room:

“Hey Angie, it’s Audrey. I’ve tried texting and calling your cell but you haven’t gotten back to me and your voicemail box is still full. You really need to clear that out girl! Anyway, I’m calling to let you know that everything is ready for when you get here on Friday; however, I’m not gonna be there when you arrive. My mom is cleaning out my old room to turn it into a guest bedroom and she needs my help. I’m gonna be gone til Sunday afternoon, but I can leave the key somewhere for you to get into the house. I’ll probably just  tape it to the underside of one of the chairs on the front porch. I wanted to call you about it because I’m leaving for my mom’s tomorrow morning and I don’t have any signal down there. If you get this before then, call or text me to let me know you got it. I can’t wait to see you again, it’s been too long. Love you, sis. Bye!”

Well, it’s official. I’m dead. I’ve avoided looking at my mom throughout the message, but for some idiotic reason I decide to glance over at her. Bad decision. Her eyes are widened and her pupils are dilated so that only a small ring of hazel is peeking out around the dark black. Her nostrils are flared and I can see every shaky breath in her tense shoulders, almost as if she’s trying to refrain herself from swinging at me. The only other time I’ve seen her this angry is when Audrey introduced herself to us at my dad’s funeral three years ago.  

“What the hell Angelica?!” She blew up, “Why are you still in contact with her? Why are you going over to her house?! I told you to stay away from her. She is only trying to tear this family apart, why else would she be telling this horrible lie? I cannot believe you would do something like this, betraying me and your father. You are not allowed to  contact her again, do you understand me?”

I am so tired of hearing this stupid bullshit, I can’t take it anymore. So I do the one thing I never thought I would have the guts to do. I fight back. 

“You need to shut up and not talk about my sister that way. She is not lying. Why on Earth would she lie about being Dad’s daughter?! You need to get over yourself and accept that she is family and that I want her in my life. We both knew that there was something Dad was hiding from us, why else would he be going on weekend long business trips every month. He was a goddamn plumber, what kind of plumber has that many business trips. He hid her from us all these years, but now I am fixing his mistakes. I am going to her house this summer. I am going to get to know her. My sister is going to be a part of this family. Get. Over. It.” 

My mom stood there, her mouth stretched into a thin line and shoulders shaking slightly. I could tell I didn’t have much longer before things got really bad, so I ran. I got out of that room and upstairs as fast as I could. As soon as I got to my room I slammed the door and locked it. Thank god I still had that lock because almost as soon as I turned it, she was banging on the other side trying to get in. 

I needed to get out of here, I can’t stay here for another 3 days. I packed up the rest of my belongings and slipped my converse on. I only have 2 suitcases so getting them out of the window without her noticing should be easy enough, especially since she’s still screaming and banging on my door. I opened my window and tossed them haphazardly onto the lawn. There’s nothing fragile in them so whatever. Next comes the hard part, getting myself out of the window. Last time I attempted this, I slid down the roof and landed on my ankle funny. I wound up spraining it and had crutches for a week and a half. I can’t risk hurting myself this time, I gotta make a quick getaway. 

Very carefully I straddle the window sill and make sure that my foot has a good enough grip to not slip. I turn so that both of my feet are on the roof and then slide my butt onto it as well, the easiest way to do this is to treat it like a slide. A slide that just so happens to have a 8 foot drop off at the end. Just as I’m starting to slide slowly down the roof I heard my mom stop banging on the door. I know she must’ve given up and started heading downstairs, which normally would’ve been a relief but my bags were sitting on the front lawn in plain view of the living room window. I don’t have time to take this slowly anymore, I had to get there before she saw them and caught me. I needed to hurry.

I quickly scoot my way down the roof trying to be careful yet fast. When I hit the edge I dug my hands and feet in so that I could stop before I fell onto my face. I turn around to grab onto the edge and drop myself to the ground. As I’m dangling I heard the front door slam open.

“ANGELICA WHAT-“ 

I dropped as soon as I heard my name, picked up my bags and ran for it.

“IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE, YOU’RE GONNA REGRET IT. ANGELICA!” I can hear her calling after me down the street. “FINE. DON’T COME BACK THEN! ENJOY LIVING IN THAT LYING BITCH’S HOME.”

Okay so it has been a while since I’ve written anything so I am very rusty. However I am kinda proud of this, I even started writing the second part to it already. Hopefully you enjoy!

“You’re famous and I jokingly left a comment on your social media post asking if you’ll go egg my ex-partner’s house with me this weekend, and I never actually expected you to respond, let alone show up Friday night with dark sweatshirts, toilet paper rolls, and three egg cartons tucked under your arm” AU

I can’t believe that prick! I storm into my front door and throw my bag on the couch before collapsing down next to it. I just found out that my boyfriend (now ex-boyfriend) has been cheating on me the entire 3 months we were together. I am so angry that I don’t even feel any sadness over everything, I only wish I had slapped the pig before I left. I can’t believe I let him play me for so long.

I take my phone out of my pocket and decide to try to calm down by laughing at idiots on twitter. I take a deep breath and try to relax while I am scrolling. Mostly just a bunch of people posting memes or spreading rumors about famous people. Basically nothing but bullshit, until I come across a post by Roman Prince.

“Hey guys I have a question for you! I am working on a secret project for my YouTube channel and I need your help. If you had the opportunity to ask one favor of me, what would it be?” 

Now normally I just scroll past his tweets without interacting, after all he is a famous actor who probably doesn’t even run his own twitter. But this intrigued me, I knew he had a YouTube channel but I assumed it was probably just all trailers and promos for his upcoming projects. The tweet sparked up the anger I felt earlier and before I could stop myself I was typing out a reply.

“Would you help me egg my asshole ex’s place this weekend?” As soon as I hit send I thought about how stupid that was. My twitter account is so small he will most likely never see it, and even if he did I will just come across as a crazy person. What if he blocks me? Or worse, reports my account and gets me banned? Or even reports me to the police and gets me arrested for the conspiracy to commit a crime? Okay so he probably won’t do that, but you never know!

Before I could spiral any further I felt my phone buzz in my hand and snap me out of my thoughts of prison time. I look and see that I have a DM notification, which is not out of the ordinary. I have a lot of spam bots message me about how I can get more followers if I follow them. As I pull up my DMs I notice that I was way off, it was a message from Roman Prince. What. The. Fuck.

“Depends, what did the asshole ex do?” Well I definitely wasn’t expecting that. No harm in responding, I guess.

“He was cheating on me the whole time we were together.” 

“That fucker. Well in that case I would love to accompany you, it is obvious he needs to be taught a lesson on how to treat beautiful men.”

Did he just call me beautiful? I can feel how pink my cheeks must look right now. Even though there is no one around I pull my hood up on reflex before I message back.

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that. I didn’t even think you would see my tweet honestly, I don’t wanna drag you into my stupid relationship drama.”

“Nonsense! It goes against my code to leave a damsel in distress without doing anything. Tell me when and where, and I will be there.”

“Okay first of all, not a damsel in distress. I can handle myself. Second of all, I don’t want to see his face again so I would rather stay far away from his place.”

“I promise you that if he shows up, you won’t have to interact with him at all. However I am also not going to force you to do this if you don’t want to. So if you wish for me to drop it I will darling.”

“… okay let’s do this. BUT, I will be in charge of the plan and everything.” 

“YES!!! I will await the details of your master plan Virgil.”