INSERT WITTY ONE-LINER !

blue hues shift over to phineas, eyebrows shooting up at the question. it was loaded, much heavier than what he was used to, especially coming from his step-brother who was more of an “in-the-moment” type of guy. ferb bites his inner-cheek, thinking about the future. HIS future. 

sure, he was practical enough to consider it occasionally, especially for things he was doing in the moment. for example, he knew that he should try his hardest in school because good grades means a higher gpa, and a higher gpa means a higher chance of getting into a good college. but SOLID PLANS? truthfully, he didn’t dwell on those too much; the only solid things that he knew for sure were the blueprints that he and phineas made for their own entertainment. 

What board game do you like the most?

Ferb blinks. It’s been a while since he’s played a board game with the family. Ever since he and Phineas have gotten more involved with school extracurriculars, family game nights aren’t nearly as often, especially with Candace away at college. After much contemplation, and much review of every game he remembers playing during game night, he settles on an answer. “Clue.” 

✑ Isabella was technically smooth sailing since she had such a big lead in the beginning. Luckily, a lot of the ? boxes didn’t affect her as much and there was not a blue shell that would dangerously bomb her into smithereens. Every time she got triple bananas, she would squeal with excitement as she threw them behind her, hoping someone like Buford or Gretchen would skid on them.

It wasn’t until Ferb zoomed past her, Isabella needed to speed up again. It seemed her foot forget to press full speed and they were on their last lap. “No fair Ferb! You put some turbo speed in your kart, I just know it!” Laughing, she pulled up beside him and stuck out her tongue. It was such a close race, either him or her would cross the finish line first. But of course, Isabella being distracted by looking at Ferb and worrying who was behind him, it was Ferb who won first. Ahhh, that’s okay. He deserves it! she thought. Her fists punching the air, graciously taking second place. Isabella’s kart slowed down beside Ferb’s, her hand up wanting to give him a hi-five. “I say you totally cheated and suped-up your kart but I’ll keep that secret between us.” 

For a majority of the race, Ferb was cruising behind Isabella’s kart. It was also a smooth ride for him, he was calculated with each banana he dropped, with each shell he sent into the air. During the last round, Ferb leaned forward in his seat, gripping the steering wheel as he pressed his foot hard on the gas. He sped past Isabella, looking over again and shooting another wink as he took her spot for first place, crossing the finish line. When everyone followed immediately after, Isabella’s kart was next to his, and he leaned over to high-five her back. “Cheating? Never,” he retorts, his shoulders shaking as he laughs quietly.