The List Chap. 1Phineas Flynn:The List Chap. 1 by Seerlover233
Buford Van Stomm:
Occupation: Football Player
Occupation: Super genius.
Occupation: Weapons expert
"Perfect." The mysterious anonymous voice said in a happy raspy tone. "Just as I suspected. Perfect for the job."
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Another Teenage Rebel: OneMost of the class was sitting nervously at their desks, waiting for their tests to be passed back. Not Baljeet. For once, he was just staring off into space instead of fretting and watching as each piece of paper was handed back to each student. As the teacher approached, his scowl grew more and more uninterested until finally, his test was placed on his desk.Another Teenage Rebel: One by Turtleducks
Written in red marker on the left corner of the page was a B.</i>
Surprisingly enough, he didnt burst into tears, or make any sound at all. Baljeet just sat there, grimacing. The bell rang, and the class left in a hurry towards the cafeteria of the high school.
As he made his way towards the usual spot where he sat with Phineas, Ferb, Isabella and Buford, the students in his class stared at him. Baljeet, the genius. Baljeet, getting a B.</i> It was too strange an occurrence not to shut up and watch as he walked by.
Hey Baljeet, whats wrong? Isabella asked, moving closer to Phineas to ma
Eyes Only For Him It was another normal, boring old summer day in the Flynn-Fletcher backyard. Today Phineas, Ferb and their friends were working on a tunnel to China.Eyes Only For Him by MariaDoofenshmirtz
Phineas, Ferb, Baljeet, and Buford were just going over the plans and calling for resources. Ferb checked his watch. A minute and a half... Baljeet made a slight adjustment to one of the measurements. Using the pencil as a sundial, he checked the time. One minute... Buford sighed and scratched his belly. Then he grabbed Ferb's wrist so he could see the time. Thirty seconds... All three boys looked at the gate, and then at Phineas, who was discussing materials with someone on the phone. They heard him say "Yes. Yes I am." And then they started counting down.
Three... Two... One...
I'll Be"Can Can I have this dance?"I'll Be by gothchic56
Baljeet was seated in a field of grass, trying to make sense of what just happened when he heard a voice. He looked up to see Buford standing with an outstretched hand and gasped. Buford? But this wasn't possible. Buford wasn't here. Buford couldn't be here he was dead.
But here he was with a crooked smile on his face, tattered tux jacket and red stains across the chest. Acting like nothing was wrong. Like they hadn't just been in a car accident that had sent them tumbling into a ditch.
Baljeet's hand started to tremble as he put it into Buford's. He was pulled to stand, and into his chest. He was hit with immediate warmth, not from the blood soaked shirt, but instead from Buford himself. Baljeet latched his arms onto Buford as well as he could, sobs overtaking his small frame.
"Buford I I thought I lost you!" He cried, burying his face in Buford's chest. He didn't care how dirty he got, or how much they both smelled like gasoline a