rockin' the suburbs [will!]

[Phineas Andrew Lee]

Phineas Andrew Lee !


So intense that I can't explain,
All alone in my white boy pain.

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Phineas and waking up had never gotten on very well. It didn't matter what time of day it was. Phineas was just never a happy person when he woke up. It had always been that way, and it would probably always be that way. But for some reason, when the sunlight hit his face that morning he practically leapt out of the comfort of his bed. Unfortunately for him he had a habit of entangling himself in his sheets and comforter, so as he attempted to jump he crumbled to the ground. A string of intelligible slurs slipped past Finny's lips as he untangled his legs and pushed the blankets off of the long limbs. He peeled himself off of the floor and kicked the blankets to the side so he wouldn't end up tripping again. Because knowing him, he would trip and break his face or something. And nobody enjoys suffered through the pain of breaking ones face. Not to mention Phineas probably wouldn't be as pretty if that happened. And Phineas being less pretty would have been a tragedy, at least it would have been for him, and probably for his fans. But they were as important

As he gathered his clothes together and got dressed that morning Finny had one thought on his mind. Ice cream. Most people probably would have thought it was strange that he could only think about ice cream at ten o'clock in the morning, but those people obviously didn't know Phineas. Phineas had the oddest cravings at the oddest times. One night he was at a party and he actually left the party and walked for an hour to the nearest diner to get a baked potato. Yeah, awkward doesn't even begin to describe Phineas. Besides, Finny hadn't had his ice cream fix in a while, and he was craving some serious frozen dairy treat action. When Finny finished adding the last touches to his outfit for the day, he glanced in the mirror. He was handsome, he'd give himself that much. But it was in an awkward kind of way. Not like his brother. His brother was like a Greek god walking among mortals. How the guy had managed to get that perfect tan was beyond Finny's comprehension, but at the same time he didn't really care either. In addition to being blessed with his parents preference, Edward has also been blessed with being a douche in the eyes of his brother. So he wasn't THAT perfect.

Taking a deep breath, Finny turned his back on his reflection and exited the bathroom. As Finny entered the kitchen he saw a few people littered here and there. Different fans and maybe a few band mates, he wasn't really paying attention. Ignoring the few stares he recieved Finny made his way towards the door. It was unusual for the boy to be up that early. And when he was up that early the first thing he did was make pancakes. He grabbed the skateboard that he always set by the door and was out like a light. Phineas wasn't totally sure where he could go to get good ice cream on the island. Normally he would just buy some from the store, but he really wasn't in the mood to stay cooped up in that house today. The mall probably would be his best bet, and he knew exactly where that was, and fortunately it wasn't that far.

Within less than fifteen minutes Finny had pulled up in front of the mall. Stepping off of his skateboard, the thin boy snatched his favorite method of transportation off the ground and pushed his way inside. Going to the Paparazzi Mall was a dangerous option for Finny. He had promised the rest of his band that he would try to keep himself out of trouble, but if cameras started flashing it was a different story. It sounded cliche by it was almost like a different person just took over and made him show off and just act like an asshole. But today, Finny was so focused on ice cream that he didn't notice the few stares he received from anxious journalists. It didn't take long before Phineas found the ice cream place. It was one of those smaller places that couldn't possibly be taken over by a franchise because it was just so delicious. With that cheesy grin plastered on his face Finny ordered his ice cream and to his pleasure the person behind the counter responded with just as much enthusiasm. Once Phineas had the ice cream in his hand he made his way to the nearest table and began to dig in. Strawberry with oreos on top may have been awkward to most, but most people weren't Phineas..

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[/b][/color] will!
outfit: clickeh!
lyric credit: rockin' the suburbs - ben folds.
word count: eight-hundred and fifteen!
notes: and the good times begin![/ul][/size]

[william]

bought a new life for a dollar fifty five.
and some ice cream too.

Will liked his band. No, no he loved his band. They were like his second family and he made sure they knew that. He had fun with them and they made beautiful music together, but sometimes, he wished they were just a little nicer. Oh they weren’t mean and evil or anything like that, they just sometimes like to take advantage of the fact that he might have been a turtle in a previous life. So, when he found himself abandoned in the middle of Paparazzi Mall with his bandmates no where in site, he had gotten a little freaked out. The only thing he could think to do was sit down on the nearest patch of floor, shopping bags and all, and wait for them to come back instead of risk getting lost. Because he knew if he did try to find them, he’d probably end up somewhere he wouldn’t like because he had the navigational sense of a blind baby. Which wasn’t very much sense.

But, he knew that wouldn’t be the smartest thing to do since there were already a few people pausing to look at him; probably asking themselves if that really was the super hot and amazing guitarist form the ultimate band Hazardous Rumor. It was. So, he flipped the hood of his hoodie over his head and tried to look as inconspicuous as possible, which was probably not what was happening since he kept looking around as if a dinosaur was going to come and attack him. But that would be so cool if it did happen. Will didn’t know how much time had past since he had started wandering aimlessly around the mall, but figured it had to be hours, maybe even days because his stomach was growling. And it was growling for food, oh no, it was growling for something much more tastier. Ice cream.

A search around his surrounding made him see a few things. First, a water fountain, which he made use of, and then he saw a few clothing stores that he mentally bookmarked because he saw some cool looking tee shirts and tee shirts were always nice to have. And lastly, he saw a directory. Which was good since he didn’t know where to get any ice cream in this place. Slinking up to it, he searched for the icons that meant food and when his search brought up nothing but arrows, he figured the directory was broken. It took him a moment of though before he came up with an idea. A crazy one, but he figured it’d just might work. The arrows on the board that said YOU ARE HERE! were telling him where he was, and where he was, was also where the ice cream was. A glance to his left saw that his crazy theory was correct because right there, like a God among humans, was an ice cream place.

He hurriedly went inside, no longer able to contain his excitement for the deliciousness inside, and went up to the counter, ready to order something delicious. He ordered from the server person, who seemed amazed that someone else had shown up with just as much enthusiasm for the frozen delight within only a few moments. The comment both confused and excited Will and he told the person so. Once wielded with his treat he scanned the room for someplace to sit. There were several empty tables, as well as tables that contained a few people, but he wanted to make a new friend and the only table that held one occupant in it was only a few paces away, so that was the table he would sit at. Bounding over, he took the seat directly opposite, struggling a little to place his bags down without spilling his ice cream, which, by the way, was a berry mix with oreo pieces (sans middle) on top. Delicious.

“Hi! I’m Will and I’m going to sit here because you’re by yourself and you look like you could use a friend!” he introduced himself as soon as he was settled. “Plus, your shorts are cool,” he added, noting the green shorts and wondering how he would look in a pair. Probably very good. He had great legs after all.

status: complete!
tag: phineas!
word count: 711!
outfit: click!
notes: i enjoyed this post so much!

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[Phineas Andrew Lee]

Phineas Andrew Lee !


So intense that I can't explain,
All alone in my white boy pain.

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As Phineas chowed down on his ice cream he looked around the small ice cream place. It wasn't too over-the-top to catch the attention of the passerby’s in the mall. But it was quirky, and Phineas loved quirky things. Mostly because they reminded him a lot of himself. And in addition to being a nice quirky little place, the ice cream was delicious. Each bite was like a crazy explosion of flavor of awesomeness. He made a mental note to learn the actual name of the place so he could return there sometime soon. Maybe he'd bring the whole gang there! And they could eat ice cream and just have good times. Like they used to before Phineas had his 'episode'. He knew that his band mates wouldn't have thought of him any differently because of Stephanie. Everyone gets their heartbroken every once and a while. But they seemed to tip-toe around the subject. Phineas had kind of reacted harshly. Then again, he wasn't exactly mentally stable at the time...or well ever for that matter. One part of Phineas was grateful, but another part couldn't stand it. He wouldn't be able to fully move past it if he didn't talk about it with someone eventually.

Whatever. That whole episode was over and done with. Finny looked around the small place again to try and find something to pull his thoughts away to something happier. He may need to talk about it eventually, but at the moment he would prefer to act like it didn't happen at all. When Finny's eyes fell onto the man behind the counter who had previously served him he chuckled just a bit. The kid looked absolutely bored out of his mind. If it was possible to fall asleep standing up, that was probably what he would have been doing. Phineas contemplated bringing his ice cream over there and attempting to start a conversation with the boy, but for some reason made no attempt to get up. Finally another kid came in to get ice cream, and Phineas turned his gaze towards his table.

Phineas was pulled suddenly from his thoughts when he heard a frantic rustling of bags. He pried his eyes off of the spot on the table that he had been staring at with that signature 'good ol' Finny' grin spread across his features. "It's a pleasure to meet you Will!" Finny had always loved friendly people, because he could always find something in common with them right off the bat. Phineas had to pause for a minute before answering the boy in front of him and take a look at the shorts that he was currently wearing. He had a habit of forgetting these things. For all he knew he might not even be wearing pants at all. It would have been weird that nobody had called him out on it yet...but he had received quite a few stares. Much to Finny's relief he was wearing shorts. His green running shorts to be exact. There was nothing like a good pair of running shorts to make you look goofy. And oh, did they make the platinum blonde haired boy look goofy. "Oh, why thank you. I like your sweatshirt. Yellow is my favorite." To be completely honest, everything was Finny's favorite. There wasn't much depth to him, but this kid didn't need to know that already.

"Oh! I'm Phineas. But you can call me Finny if you want to." How Phineas had managed to not introduce himself was a surprise. It was mostly odd because he was the one who was usually introducing himself first. Unusual as it was to have someone run up to him first, it was kind of nice. "Just don't call me Fishy. Unfortunately people have called be that before." Yeah, Phineas had the tendency to talk so much that the other person couldn't even get a word in. He probably could have stretched his introduction for ten minutes at least. But he had to make sure that no one called him Fishboy or anything like that like he had in high school. It wasn't his fault that he had a strange name and spent more time on boats or at a beach than the average person does. Now Phineas may have been weird and a little awkward at times but it wasn't THAT severe. Finny took a quick bite out of his ice cream to prevent himself from rambling even more. He chewed his ice cream happily with that stupid grin still plastered on his face.

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[/b][/color] will!
outfit: clickeh!
lyric credit: rockin' the suburbs - ben folds.
word count: seven-hundred and eighty four!
notes: i am glad! i enjoyed it as well! this post is less fun, and i apologize. but work drains the life out of me.[/ul][/size]

[william]

bought a new life for a dollar fifty five.
and some ice cream too.

Will was more than a little pleased at the positive response he got back from the other occupant of the table, Phineas. Or Finny, he didn’t know what he liked best yet. More times than he would like to count, people would just look at him funny if he sat at their table as if they were best friends. He didn’t see why, the point of eating out in a public place was to be with people and if you were alone, what was so weird about someone joining you? Some people just didn’t know logic. But this guy Finny, he seemed like he knew logic, or he was one of the few people in this super large world that was just a little bit like him. The thought made Will grin even more. He turned his attention back to Phineas when he remembered that spacing out was not polite and that manners were your friend. Especially when ice cream and nice people in short shorts were involved.

He glanced down at his yellow sweatshirt, admiring it form an aerial view for a moment. If he was honest with himself, and he always was because honesty was always the best policy, he didn’t even know if this was his sweatshirt. When one of your bandmates wears pretty much the same thing you do, it gets kind of hard to remember what all clothing belongs to who. But he thinks it belongs to him; there is a suspicious blue spot on the sleeve that he thinks came from a can of hair spray that had been in his possession in some point in the near past. He once again brought his attention back to the present as Finny told him not to call him Fishy. He hadn’t even been thinking of calling him that because, really, fishy wasn’t a very nice name at all o call someone. Unless…they smelled like fish or liked fish or asked you to call them that. But, Will didn’t think anyone would do that.

“I wont. Because I wouldn’t want you to call me…,” he stalled for a moment, trying to think of a name that rhymed with ‘Will’. “I wouldn’t want you to call me Phil. Because it makes me think of old, bald white guys and I am none of those adjectives,” he said. It took him a few moments before he backtracked a little on his last statement. “Wait, wait I’m a guy. So, I’m not two of those adjectives,” he clarified, a smile spreading across his face. He liked this guy, Finny. He was fun to talk too, had great fashion sense, and…were those oreo bits on his ice cream?! Will stared for a moment, all sorts of brain processes going through his mind. He made a mental check list of the events: his name is Phineas and/or Finny, friendly, understands the deliciousness of oreos on top of ice cream.

An intense look of concentration passed across Will’s face and he knew that, should people look at him long enough, they might think he was trying to figure out the ins and the outs of the universe. But he wasn’t, not really. Because he was only letting his brain play catch up in this wonderful game called life. Which, when he said it again, didn’t make sense. What he means is that, the Phineas that is currently chomping on ice cream in front him, just might be the Phineas that he had chatted with over on instant messenger. The thought was crazy enough to work, so Will tested it out. “Hey Phineas?” he questioned before pausing to take a bite out of his own ice cream, which he noticed was slowly turning into the Wicked Witch of the West (it was melting), before he continued. “Finny, you wouldn’t have happened to know of a new religion I could possibly join, would you?” he asked him, in the most nonchalant way he could. Which for the record, wasn’t that nonchalant.

“You know, because I was going through some religions and none of them seemed quite right,” he continued. He really hoped that he wasn’t wrong because it was one thing to be completely weird to someone you didn’t know, but it was a whole nother ball game when you weird to someone and you thought they were the creators of The Church of Finnyism. “They lacked a certain…je nais se quoi about them. You know, like, a lack of apple juice and…feathered headdresses.” He made sure to put extra emphasis’s on the words to let Finny know that they had importance to them.


status: complete!
tag: phineas!
word count: 770!
outfit: click!
notes: no problem at all! it's a good feeling posting right when you wake up!

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[Phineas Andrew Lee]

Phineas Andrew Lee !


So intense that I can't explain,
All alone in my white boy pain.

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Phineas was relieved when Will said he would call him Fishy. Finny probably wouldn't have minded if Will had called him that, because Will actually seemed like a pretty nice guy. But the kids in high school hadn't been as cool. Because back in high school Phineas had feelings other than happiness, and they were hurt a lot by kids and their torment. Since then Phineas had moved past it, but he still didn't like it when people called him or anybody else mean names. That just wasn't right.

Finny couldn't help but laugh at the random name Will didn't want Phineas to call him. He hadn't actually planned on calling Will that, but hey maybe other people had called him that in the past? Finny didn't see why they would have, because it wasn't a nickname or anything, but Finny wasn't about to judge. "The name Phil makes me think of the short little goat man from Hercules." Hercules was a rad movie, probably one of Finny's favorites. After all, it involved short goat men, Zeus, and a horse with wings. Could you have asked for more? Well you could ask for Samuel L. Jackson and Marlon Brando, but the just would have made the movie too cool for anyone to handle. "Phil was pretty cool though I won't lie." Phineas moved ever so slightly and took a look at Will's legs, the skateboard moving under his feet as he did. Yeah, he didn't have goat legs. If he did Finny would have been a little freaked out, but it still would have been kind of cool. "And well, you don't seem to be a goat man, so I guess I won't call you Phil." Phineas took another large bite of his ice cream, and continued to smile happily. There was nothing quite like eating ice cream and having a good conversation with somebody you just met. Oh, that was practically the story of Finny's life.

Finny perked up at the sound of his name, bringing his eyes up so they were looking at Will again. He listened carefully as Will explained his religion dilemma not completely understand that this was who he had been chatting with last night. What Will described kind of sounded like the religion Finny had just made up the night before! Well technically it was before that, but it just seemed more concrete after he actually talked about it with someone else. The more Will described what he was looking for the more excited Phineas got. It seemed like he was about to induct a new member of Finnyism! He would have to rush home and tell his IM buddy when he got home. Granted the other boy was online, and if he wasn't online then Phineas would just have to send him an offline IM, because the news was just that exciting.

Finally the connection clicked in Finny's brain. He had just had a similar conversation about his new religion with somebody online. It seemed like a stretch, but it would have been one great coincidence if the kid before him was actually looking for a new religion with all of those things involved. Phineas had to resist the urge to launch across the table and grip the other boy in a tight hug. Hugs were his favorite, in addition to yellow. "Wait a second, are you my IM twin!?" Phineas didn't bother hiding the excitement in his voice. He had an unusual amount of energy when he said anything, but this time it was like super amounts of excitement. After all, from the conversation he had held last night with the boy, he should be just as excited as Phineas was because with the exception of a few minor details, like skateboarding into pools nude, they were an unusually alike pair. Clearly, Phineas was also much louder than he had thought he was, because a few of the people inside the small ice cream place, including the boy behind the counter turned to stare at the pair before turning back to their ice cream. Strange stares had never really bothered Phineas, and they still didn't obviously. When you were as random as Phineas was, the reaction of innocent passerbys never bothered you. Phineas just hoped that this kid was who he thought. Because if he wasn't, then Phineas would be extremely disappointed.

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[/b][/color] will!
outfit: clickeh!
lyric credit: rockin' the suburbs - ben folds.
word count: seven-hundred and fifty-two!
notes: i agree! fortunately this post is better than the last =D[/ul][/size]

[william]

bought a new life for a dollar fifty five.
and some ice cream too.

Will nodded at that; the little goat man from Hercules was basically the best part of the movie. Not only was it pretty sweet seeing a half goat half man creature, but the guy was hilarious. He wished he could be as hilarious as Phil. He just didn’t want to have his name. He noticed Phineas checking out his lower half and wondered what he was looking for. He could have been checking t see if he had legs, but then he realized that he couldn’t really walk if he didn’t have them, right? Right. Or, he could’ve been seeing what kind of pants he was wearing and seeing if they were even marginally as cool as the ones he was wearing. Most likely not. “Alright then, I think we’re both agreed on what not to call each other…and that I’m not a goat man.” Will smiled as well, helping himself to another healthy (or unhealthy) bite to his ice cream.

It was quite fascinating to watch the different looks pass across Phineas’ face as he processed what Will had said. From the way he seemed to be excited, Will would hedge his bet that he was right and that Phineas was the same guy he had chatted with on instant messenger. Or, he could have some sort of psychological condition that made him fake who he was. The thought was both kind of cool because you could pretend to be Superman or somebody, but then also kind of scary because Will might be next and he could just chop up his body and assume his identity. Which wasn’t a very god one anyway; it wasn’t as if he was rolling in cash or the ruler of a small, but wealthy, European country. But how awesome would that be?!

He grinned at the other boy’s exclamation. He had been right! He blatantly ignored the odd looks Finny had received; it was only polite after all. He nodded enthusiastically, sharing in the obvious excitement of the other boy. “Yeah, yeah I am! Oh wow, we found each other!” he exclaimed and momentarily set his ice cream down to clap his hands together in joy. “Oh wow, I feel like one of those people on Oprah who find their biological mothers or something. Except, well you’re not my mom…which is good because I like the one I have now,” Will trailed off for a moment, wondering how he had distracted himself from what he had been originally saying, but brushed it of. It would take too much work to go through all of his thoughts and he didn’t have time to do that; he had to chat with his IM twin.

He shook his head and brought his attention back to the here and the now. “So, like what are you doing here?” he asked him suddenly. “Uh, you know besides getting ice cream and talking to me,” he added after a pause. “Is our band here or are you by yourself? I hope you aren’t by yourself because that would be kind of bad. Especially with all the,” he lowered his voice and looked around conspicuously, “Paparazzi around.” The paparazzi scared Will; they scared a lot of people, but he had a fear of them. Like, how could someone find it enjoyable to spend their time following around celebrities and taking pictures of them? Actually, why was it so easy for them to do that? Shouldn’t there be laws or something against people stalking other people? He was pretty sure there were some laws. He guessed paparazzi just ignored them and somehow managed to not go to jail. Lucky bastards.

Ever since he had been a part of Hazardous Rumor, he had wanted for them to one day be successful. And not just locally or anything, but be like known throughout the world. Of course, he knew not everyone would like them or their music, but it was the ones that would like them that he cared about. But also, he had thought about how his life would change once they, the band, had become even a little bit big. He had been prepared mostly for the fans and stuff like that, but never before had he really had people in his face, wanting to find stuff out about him. He could handle an interviewer, they at least had some manners, but paparazzi were a whole nother story. They had no respect for personal boundaries or feelings and that scared him to no end.



status: complete!
tag: phineas!
word count: 753!
outfit: click!
notes: ew, don't like too much!

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[Phineas Andrew Lee]

Phineas Andrew Lee !


So intense that I can't explain,
All alone in my white boy pain.

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“Wow! Talk about your crazy coincidences!” Phineas was still a little louder than he should have been, but this time he didn’t receive any stares of confusion. Phineas was just one of those things the people got used to, and either they played along with his silly games or they learned to ignore him all together. “Well maybe we both have amnesia or something and I actually am your biological mother!” Phineas was kidding of course, he may have been slow but he wasn’t stupid. But by the way he said it, somebody who didn’t know anything about him probably would have believed him to be that stupid. Why yes, Phineas had been a drama kid, and he had been damn good at it. “Well now that we’ve met in person we can officially start the church of Finnyism! A momentous day indeed!” Phineas had turned the volume of his voice down, but the excitement he had started out with was still there. Because one maybe able to quite Phineas down, but they would never be able to calm him down. That simply wasn’t how things worked ever.

Phineas almost chuckled to himself as Will’s train of thought seemed to fade off, but he held it back. He didn’t want to be rude or make Will feel bad about it or anything. “Well there isn’t much to it besides that.” Phineas let a chuckle escape, but that grin didn’t leave his features. It almost seemed like the grin never did. Even in pictures from when he didn’t have the big cheese grin, you simply couldn’t picture him without it. It was almost like the grin was there without actually being there. The mind can do tricky things like that. And THAT is one of the many reasons why you should take drugs kids. “I actually just came out here to get some ice cream.” Phineas had probably passed more than one ice cream shop on his way to the mall, but he had been way too focused on actually getting to the mall than to actually stop at anything closer than that. He was a little thick headed, but he was definitely a loveable one.

"Oh nope. I think my band is at home." Phineas didn't actually know where his band mates were at the moment. He hadn't seen them all morning. They might have been at home, still asleep, or they could have been in the mall for all Phineas knew. Phineas loved his band mates, he really did. They were the best friends he could have ever asked for. But although his band mates did a fairly good job, they couldn’t totally keep up with Phineas. Phineas was always into one thing or another. He knew that if he had asked any of his band mates to join him for an ice cream breakfast they probably would have said no. They wouldn’t have judged him or anything; they just wouldn’t have joined him in his expedition for frozen dairy treats. It didn’t offend Phineas or anything though. By now he was used to doing things alone. It was just one of those things you got used to. Normally Phineas would find someone to join him, or meet someone, like now for example; but even when he didn’t he was perfectly okay with it. Phineas provided not just endless entertainment for everyone else, but for himself as well. "It was just me. I just came here to get some ice cream." It was an odd reason for traveling all the way out to the mall. But clearly this ice cream was worth the trouble. And he had met his IM twin, it was definitely worth it.

“Oh the paparazzi don’t really bother me. In fact, I probably encourage them more then I really should.” And oh did Phineas provoke them. On more than one occasion Phineas had actually struck a pose for the paparazzi. Phineas pretty much provided those people with their jobs. He was just the tiniest bit out of control. Phineas pulled his eyes from Will and glanced around the room for any suspicious looking characters. For some reason when Phineas pictured the people who worked for the press he pictured creepy looking midgets that ran around with cameras that were bigger than them. Obviously this wasn’t the case, Phineas had met a few members of the paparazzi and they seemed like they were just regular people. Just regular people with creepy obsessions of taking candid shots of everyone’s favorite bands, but Phineas wouldn’t judge them for that. “What about you? Is your band here anywhere?” For some reason Phineas looked around the room when he said that, half expecting the other boys band to be there. Obviously they weren’t going to be, why else would Will have walked up to him? When Phineas eyes fell onto Will again he smiled a smile that was a little smaller and less cheese filled than his normal one, and took another bite of his ice cream. One must never sit and let their ice cream melt even when in the middle of a good conversation with your IM buddy. Oh, that was a good one. Phineas made a mental note to make that a commandment.

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[/b][/color] will!
outfit: clickeh!
lyric credit: rockin' the suburbs - ben folds.
word count: eight-hundred and ninety-nine!
notes: i still like it! yay! this one is like ten times better.[/ul][/size]

[william]

bought a new life for a dollar fifty five.
and some ice cream too.

Will grinned and nodded at what Finny said. It was a crazy coincidence, but, as his father would say, ‘coincidences are just small miracles in which God chooses to remain anonymous’, but then he’s pretty sure that that’s a quote from some famous guy, but never really bothered to look it up. He could let his father have that one. He giggled as Phineas said they could have had cases of amnesia. Even if they had had amnesia, would they be able to remember having it? Or would they forget about not having it? Tricky situation that is. He made a mental note to ask one of his bandmates if he’s ever had amnesia and if he had, what happened while he was amnesiatic; probably hilarious stuff. “Oh yes! A momentous occasion, I’m pretty sure it’ll have to be a holiday once we get everything ready,” he said, nodding his head.

Will nodded. That was a perfectly good reason to come here. Because ice cream was amazing and people should always come to the mall to get ice cream…even when they passed multiple ice cream places along the way. Finny must have had a reason, but Will wasn’t so curious as to know. For all he did know, Finny could be permanently banned form all the other places, but…he really didn’t know how someone could get banned from an ice cream place. Maybe they stole some tasty toppings. “Well I’m glad you did, because that means you met me and that is a great thing." Plus, it was always nice when not only did he get ice cream, but other people got it as well. He wondered if the other guys, and gal, in the band would let him pass out ice cream at their next show. He’d ask.

“Oh, they’re at home,” he said, nodding his head sagely. He wondered where Finny lived; on the island like the rest of them? Duh. He wondered if the Containment house was better than the Hazardous Rumor house. If it was, he was so going to move out and crash at their place. He shook his head at Finny’s question. “No no, they’re not anywhere, they’re here,” he told him, seeing the difference. “We were just, you know, hanging out, being a rad band, but then they left me and I was all by myself,” he explained. “It get’s terribly lonely in a mall,” he added, sighing a little. He noticed Phineas looking around and stifled a laugh. “I don’t think they’re here. If they were, I’d have to give them a piece of my mind,” he said. He was a little upset that they had just ditched him, but he wouldn’t be angry at them; he didn’t usually get angry at his bandmates unless it was absolutely necessary.

He wasn’t an angry person, or a particularly mean person by nature. Hs mother liked to call him her ‘docile lamb of a child’ because, compared to Parker and Mariah, he was exactly that. They both were demanding and spiteful and could be real bitches at times, which was odd for Parker since he was a kindergarten teacher, but Will just figured he left that side of his personality home instead of taking it with him. Will had postulated and pondered to himself that maybe he’s cowardice was a direct effect of his easy going-ness. Maybe if he was a little tougher, he wouldn’t be frightened by the smallest things, or largest, when talking about his fear of alien invasions. But, there really wasn’t much he could do about that. After two decades, it was pretty hard to change one of the main staples of your personality, but he was sort of getting there. After all, he hadn’t broken down and started crying in the middle of the mall when he found himself by himself. He cleared his head of those slightly depressing thoughts and back to the pleasant conversation he was having.

“Well, not a literal piece, because I’m not a brain surgeon and I’m pretty sure I need all of my mind to function,” he added after a slight hesitation. He shivered at the thought of having brain surgery. They would have to shave all the hair off his head and he liked his hair. It was brown and blond and he could flip it and shake it like a dog. Kind of like his Cheddar when he forgot to get him haircuts. He watched Finny take a bite of his ice cream and craned his neck to see what kind it was. He couldn’t tell so he thought the next best thing was to ask him himself. Which was exactly what he did. “What kind of ice cream did you get? I know there’s oreo pieces on it because I could identify and oreo with my eyes closed,” he informed him and he could. It had taken a while, but he learned that oreo’s have a distinct smell to them that cannot be replicated or duplicated by any other cookie or artificial flavoring or smell.


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[Phineas Andrew Lee]

Phineas Andrew Lee !


So intense that I can't explain,
All alone in my white boy pain.

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Phineas openly gasped at the cruelty of Hazardous Rumor. Phineas would have understood if one person had wandered from the group, because he had a tendency to do that in public places, it was yet another thing that his band had gotten used to. But when an entire group just left one person that was just people being mean. And Phineas hated when people were mean! Especially when it was to someone as cool as he thought Will was. “How mean of them! Well I’m glad that you decided to come get ice cream too.” Phineas openly grinned, nodding his head a bit as he did. He really was glad that he got to meet Will in person without having to set up the meeting online. Because setting up meetings online was several different kinds of shady in Finny’s opinion. For all Will knew, Phineas could have been some crazy psychopath killer or rapist, or maybe all three. Thankfully, Phineas wasn’t any of those three adjectives; well at least he thought he wasn’t. How crazy would it have been if he was and he didn’t know it? That just would have been freaky to the most extreme degree.

“Well I’m glad you wouldn’t be giving them an actual piece of your brain.” Phineas couldn’t help but cringe at the thought of brain surgery as well. From what he heard brain surgery didn’t hurt because you didn’t have nerve endings or something up there. But he had watched Saw 3, and no matter how many times he watched it he would never get used to the sound of when the doctor lady sawed through his skull. It was like nails on a chalkboard only word because it was a saw on a brain. “But you could still function without part of your brain! Because people with schizophrenia actually are missing part of the brain in the front cortex so they’re like OHHAII’MCRAZY.” For being as slow as he was Phineas knew his psychology. “The psychological disorders part was the one part I paid attention to in psychology.” His interest in psychology mostly came from the fact that he knew what it was like to suffer from a psychological disorder. Having ADHD was not as much fun as some people made it sound, but he had his medication which kind of made things better. Wait a second…did he take his medication that morning? Phineas stopped momentarily trying to think back, but he couldn’t remember. Oh well, it was just one day. And he didn’t usually get really bad without his medication until about 3 in the afternoon, so he still had a ways to go.

Phineas had his moments like that. Sometimes he would say something so deep, or so intelligent and for a split second one would think he actually knew what he was talking about all the time. “Because Finnyism needs a Super Special Awesome Pubah Pancake Eater with his full brain!” And then moments like that happened and those dreams just fell apart. Phineas was surprised that he actually remembered the full name from their aim conversation. He didn’t exactly have the best memory unless it came to the psychological disorders he had learned in his psychology class, though he probably should remember the things from a church that he made up… “Even if you didn’t have your full brain you could totally own the position of Super Special Awesome Pubah Pancake Eater because that’s just how good you are.”

“Wow. That is quite a unique skill.” Phineas didn’t really understand how Will could manage to do that, but the best magicians never revealed their tricks, so he didn’t question how the boy managed to do that. Phineas tipped his ice cream so Will could get a better look at the half-liquid mixture. The Oreo pieces still stuck out against the pink of the ice cream. “I got strawberry ice cream, because strawberry is made of the best kinds of win.” Phineas had a strange taste when it came to strawberries. He preferred artificial strawberry tastes and smells. He liked strawberry ice cream, and strawberry scented perfumes and candles, he even more strawberry milk than the average person, but when it came to actual strawberries he didn’t care too much for eating them or smelling them. It simply wasn’t the same. As for the Oreos in his ice cream, who didn’t like Oreos in their ice cream? The only reason Finny hadn’t gotten chocolate chip cookies was because not many ice cream places had those on-hand. So instead he was forced to enjoy the deliciousness of cookies and ice cream at home, which he was perfectly fine with .The cookies he baked were ten times better than the ones you would be able to get anywhere else. “What did you get?”

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[william]

bought a new life for a dollar fifty five.
and some ice cream too.

Will shrugged. He was used to getting made fun and stuff, that didn’t mean he was okay with it or able to ignore it; he was just used to it is all. He figures that if he tries to make it seem like it doesn’t bother him as much as it does, then his bandmates, and other people, will eventually stop. But since he’s as able to hide how he’s feeling as much as a toddler, it doesn’t really work at as much as he would hope. But, as Finny said, it’s kind of a good thing that his bandmates abandoned him because then he had come to get ice cream and subsequently met Finny. So, in a way, when he next saw them, he should thank them for uniting him with his IM twin.

He was a little bit in awe as Finny spoke about psychological stuff. He’d never taken that class in high school because they wouldn’t let him; something about him not being able to handle some of the delicate subject matter inside. He just thought they were being discriminating; if he learned about psychology then he would better prepared to overtake the school with nothing but a few ink blots and a handout on the five stages of dying. It was kind of interesting how schizophrenic people were missing a piece of their brain, but kind of icky too. “I can see that. You look like you know your stuff,” he said, nodding his head. “I wish I knew about that stuff, but I’m kind of glad I don’t because some of that stuff, while cool, is really creepy and I get enough nightmares already.”

Will felt as if his face would split in two from how hard he laughing. It always came back to the important stuff. “Yes, I am that awesome,” he agreed, a look on his face that kind of resembled a ‘hey, what can I do about amazing-ness?’ “But thankfully we’ll never have to worry about that because I don’t plan on having any part of this,” Here, he pointed at his head…well, his hat since he couldn’t reach his head through it. “Removed any time soon. Because doctors are creepy.” he felt the need to throw in that little tidbit, but was pretty sure most people find doctors just a little creepy. Especially dentists, they were probably the creepiest…even though their teeth were the collective definition of win.

He nodded. It was a unique skill because he had yet to meet anyone who could do the same. “Right now, I’m kind of thinking I’m the only one on the planet that could do that,” he said. “But, like if there is an alien on another planet, like Mars, that can do it, you know I’m all up for a challenge. But, I think I’d win anyway since I don’t think oreo cookies are native to Mars.” He could now clearly see the contents of Phineas’ ice cream and nodded. “Awesome. But I seriously think we’re on the same wavelength about ice cream,” he told him. Even though he wasn’t a big fan of strawberry, he recognized that it was a berry and that it was tasty…especially in strawberry shortcake.

He was just about to ask Finny if he wanted to know what he got when the blond took the words right out of his mouth. Well, not literally, like, metaphorically. He had never before been more sure that someone was riding tag a long on his brain than at hat moment, It was kind of nice because that meant less question asking form him and more question answering. Which was always better in his opinion. That’s why he liked interviews so much. So much answering. Well, usually, sometimes he and the others liked to be goofy and ask the interviewer questions. It was even better when they actually answered them instead of trying to get them back on track. “I got this berry mix, so far, I’ve recognized raspberry and something that could be blueberry, but I’ not sure. But I kind of am.” he told him, nodding his head sagely. “Oh, and of course the oreo pieces,” he added, before he forget.

“Could believe he wanted to put peanuts on this?” he asked after a moment, just suddenly remembering his near death experience. Well, one of them, he’s had a quite a lot. Though, according to his family, he had just overreacted and that he was about as near death as his grandfather was. Which wasn’t too far since his granddad had been alive for a really long time and he had heard his parents betting on when the old man would finally die. It was kind of morbid, but also a little funny. Who bet on someone’s death? Obviously his parents, and most likely his aunts and uncles. “Silly ice cream man. Know nothing about ice cream,” he murmured, but more to himself since he did that a bit.


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[Phineas Andrew Lee]

Phineas Andrew Lee !


So intense that I can't explain,
All alone in my white boy pain.

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“OH! How cool would it be if Oreo’s were native to Mars though?! And it was like some big conspiracy!” The thought sent Finny’s mind into a whirlwind considering all the possibilities. Even as a child Phineas had had an obsession with extraterrestrial life. When he was young he would often sneak out of his house to go lay in the middle of a nearby open field. Phineas wasn’t really sure what the field was for. For all he knew it could have been radioactive, which would have explained a lot. But anyway, and he’d just go lay in that field until the sun came up just staring at the sky. His parents just assumed that he was out stargazing, but Phineas was actually searching the sky for aliens. He wasn’t expecting a crazy circular UFO or anything, how cool would that have been? His obsession with aliens was part of the reason why he didn’t pay attention in his Earth Space Science class in high school. His teacher was a closed-minded meany face loser that said it was impossible for life to exist on any planet other that Earth. And that not only crushed Phineas, but also made him decide that he would no longer attend that class. So he didn’t. Once again, things were really as simple as that with Phineas.

Thoughts of his habits with aliens brought a new idea into his head. “You should come alien hunting with me sometime! It’s just when you just go out into the middle of a field and wait for aliens. I have yet to meet an alien that way…but it’s always fun anyway! And then I’ll make us blueberry pancakes in the morning!” Phineas nodded quickly and in a happy manner. He had taken a few other people alien hunting and some of them had enjoyed it. It depended on the person really and how much they enjoyed spending time with Phineas. He really hoped that Will wasn’t going to be like ew or call him a freak and leave Phineas alone with his ice cream or anything. But Phineas didn’t really expect Will to be that mean of a person. He didn’t seem like it so far. But it still would have made Finny a sad kid if Will rejected his invitation.

Phineas had to admit that he was excited to meet someone that he seemed to have so much in common with. It wasn’t that Finny didn’t have close friends that were like him, because he did. They just didn’t seem to follow his train of thought all the time. And when Finny’s mind veered off their mind track they would just laugh and tell him how weird or awkward he was. But he couldn’t be that weird, somebody had to follow the same track, and it not the same track then at least a slightly similar one. And it wasn’t that he hadn’t expected Will to be a lot like him. Their IM conversation had told him that he and Will were more alike than most people Phineas had met. But they even had similar tastes in ice cream. If that wasn’t the beginning of a good friendship, then Phineas no longer knew anything about friendships.

Raspberries, blueberries and Oreos? This Will kid clearly knew what he was talking about when it came to ice cream, because that mixture sounded almost as delicious as strawberries and Oreos, at least to Phineas. He made a mental note to order whatever ice cream Will had gotten next time he came in here so he could try it for himself. Phineas made a lot of mental notes to himself, and not all of them were remembered. The really important ones involving ice cream always went to the top of the list though, because…well they were really important. Duh. “Oh! Blueberries are delicious in everything.” Well almost everything. Phineas had tried the whole blueberries and spaghetti thing before and it just didn’t work right. He had also tried blueberries and ketchup before, and well now he just knew better than that.

“Peanuts and berries?” The smile dropped from Finny's face as his expression twisted into one of slight disgust. “Yuck. That doesn’t sound very nice.” Peanuts? Who even did that anymore? Phineas had never really been a fan of peanuts, or nuts in general (Eheh.) Almonds, pecans and walnuts were all pretty nasty in his eyes. Once in a while Finny would have a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich, but that was a rare occasion when there was nothing else in the cabinets. Normally he would have just made himself more blueberry pancakes. But there are only so many blueberries that come in a package. The look of disgust quickly switched back into his normal smile. “You’d think that after working at an ice cream place he would know something about the dynamics of good ice cream, but some people just never learn.” Well sure, obviously everyone was into different things and stuff like that, and Phineas wasn’t one to judge, he just thought peanuts were gross.

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[william]

bought a new life for a dollar fifty five.
and some ice cream too.

A grin spread across Will’s face at that. How awesome would that be?! It would very awesome and, since there was oreos on Mars, that must mean there was actually aliens. What if Phineas was secretly correct and that there was a giant conspiracy involving oreos and aliens? What if right now, at this very moment, the United States government was having their conversation monitored because they were talking about the subject? He took a covert glance around the room, not seeing any odd activity, though, he suspected he wouldn’t. They would have had their best guys on this, ones that wouldn’t stick out by wearing trench coats and dark shades. He shifted a little in his seat, bringing his chair closer to the table to keep their conversation from filtering out to unwanted ears. Aliens were no laughing matter.

He zapped back to attention at Finny’s offer. Alien hunting? He wasn’t quite sure about hunting aliens, but when Finny explained a little more, he realized it was more like alien watching. He could deal with that, as long as they stayed on their own planet and didn’t invade the Earth. “Sounds like a plan!” he agreed. The offer of pancakes the next morning just made it even better. Pancakes were nice things to bribe with. “But, at the first sight of an alien, I’m so running away,” he told him, just to let him know. He wanted to make sure Phineas was prepared to get himself out of harms way should Will happen to take their only mode of transportation. “But I’ll make sure to come back for you when breakfast time rolls around,” he added, a large smile on his face. It was always about the breakfast.

He agreed. Blueberries were delicious in everything…well, most everything. Some combinations just didn’t sit well with his delicate stomach. Like blueberry fish. He had thought that, when making the food, if you could put lemons and things like that on a fish and it was tasty, the same would be for blueberries since they were much tastier than lemons. But he had been wrong; oh so very wrong. He chuckled at the look that passed across Finny’s face. It would seem he thought the combination of peanuts and berries to be just as repulsive as Will did. Which was nice because that meant he had good tasted and Will liked hanging out with people that had good taste because they always had the best recommendations for stuff. Will liked recommendations. “No, no it is not very nice,” he said, nodding his head quickly.

“Quite. I’m pretty sure they have training programs or something that tell the workers just what goes into a good ice cream,” he said. “And if they don’t, they should most definitely have one,” he added before picking at the rest of his ice cream, mostly removing the oreo bits to eat them. “Hey! That should be a suggestion!” he said suddenly, the thought just randomly popping into his brain. “I think they have those little cards, you know, for suggestions and complaints and comments and stuff? Someone should write that on one. That would be pretty cool; knowing you were the person that changed one of the fundamental workings of an ice cream place.” Will took a moment to bask in his great idea, a satisfied little smile on his face. It wasn’t often he got good ideas, but he liked the fact that he got them occasionally; it just made everything more appreciative to him.

After he was done appreciating his idea and himself, he decided to ask Phineas a question. It took him a moment to think of a good one; he didn’t want to ask anything dumb now did he? But when he did, he almost started appreciating himself again, but decided not too; he didn’t want to get a big head. That was Ross’ department, hah! “So, Finny, since you’re at the mall now, what are you doing later?” he asked him. “Because even though malls are very, very amazing, they unfortunately close and I’m pretty sure it’s against more than one law to stay in them after they close,” he added, nodding. Even if all those television shows about little kids being trapped in malls overnight were incorrect, Will didn’t see how it was any fun. It was dark, you were lonely, and the next day you would probably have to pay for anything you used, touched, licked, or ate. Just because you were trapped, didn’t mean things came for free…or for cheap.


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[Phineas Andrew Lee]

Phineas Andrew Lee !


So intense that I can't explain,
All alone in my white boy pain.

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“Oh good! And we can bring fruit-roll ups, and sleeping bags, and pop-tarts and we can cuddle!” Phineas stopped for a moment when Will said something else. “Well that kind of defeats the purpose of alien hunting. Unless your motive was just hanging out with me in a field for hours.” Phineas kind of shrugged a bit. Star-gazing was pretty much super amounts of fun too. But Phineas needed to have a purpose for sitting out in that field for hours or else he would get bored and start to wander, almost like an anchor. “Which is totally understandable, I mean I am pretty radical. Nah, just kidding.” With the grin still pulling across his features Phineas shook his head a bit, his blonde bangs moving back and forth just a bit under the brim of his hat as he did. “Well, will you at least wait to see if they’re friendly aliens? Cause I think their feelings would be hurt if you ran away.” Phineas had waited too long to have an alien encounter, so even if the aliens had meant them harm he wouldn’t have run away. “And if it turns out they’re mean then you can run?” One of his perfectly arched blonde eyebrows perked as he awaited an answer from Will.

“Okay! As long as you join me for breakfast.” Phineas straightened with joy when Will mentioned at least coming back for breakfast. Phineas had always enjoyed cooking for people, and he was pretty good at it. For a while Phineas had considered becoming a chef, but that would involve having good knowledge of math, or at least a semi-good knowledge of math and Phineas didn’t really have that. When adding ingredients he pretty much just picked a line on the measuring cup and that was how much of that ingredient was going into the food. Obviously it worked for him, but something told him that the people that he would work for wouldn’t have been too happy with his behavior. “Just wait until you taste my blueberry pancakes, they’re delicious. I eat a stack every morning. That’s how I manage to keep my girlish figure.” Phineas moved from their placement on his ice cream and traced the sides of his torso in a girly manner. He chuckled and his hands returned to his ice cream, signaling that he was just kidding. Okay so he was somewhat kidding. Phineas did like his body. He was skinny, but he wasn’t skinny to the point of looking sickly. He looked damn good without a shirt, he would give himself that much.

Back in Vegas Finny had had a friend that worked in the ice cream industry. He tried to remember if the boy had gone through training or anything, but he didn’t actually think so. “Oh yeah! It definitely should be!” Phineas noticed that the boy in front of him was wearing a proud smile, and he felt himself smile a little too. Okay, well he had already been smiling, but it fell just a little bit until the smile was smaller but looked more sincere than his grin. “Where do you get those cards anyway? Like should we ask him for one?” Phineas looked over towards the counter to see that the boy was no longer standing there. He had probably gone to the back to get ice cream for himself or anything. Phineas would have loved to work in an ice cream place. He would eat oodles of ice cream for free. He’d probably eat so much that he got fired. But the free ice cream for a short time would have been worth it.

“Well gee, I hadn’t really thought about that yet.” Phineas shoveled another mouthful of ice cream into his mouth, and a pensive look passed over his features. Finny never really planned out his days before they happened. For him, whatever happened was what was supposed to happen. Unless they had a show, then Finny had to know the days they had shows because otherwise he would have forgotten and been twenty-minutes late for the show. It had happened before. The fans weren’t happy. But then they made Finny go shirtless for the rest of the night and the fans shut their dumb whore mouths. Okay so they didn’t have dumb whore mouths, but Finny hated listening to people complain sometimes. It wasn’t like they were going to cut the show short or anything. They were just going to go to bed a little later. It shouldn’t have been a big deal. But Leita, Sanders, AND Peterson had been pissed, not to mention their roadies and crew members. The groupies weren’t mad though, Phineas could always count on the groupies. As Phineas swallowed his ice cream he looked back at Will. “Hm, I don’t know. Want to hang out? Unless you have to return to your band mates of course.” Phineas definitely hoped that the boy didn’t have to go back to his band mates. Because if he didn’t they could wander the mall and cause trouble and do fun stuff. Okay, maybe not cause trouble. Despite how much trouble Phineas usually cause he didn’t like to knowingly cause people trouble.

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outfit: clickeh!
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[william]

bought a new life for a dollar fifty five.
and some ice cream too.

Will nodded. All those things sounded so amazing that they made him want to stay, regardless of the appearance of aliens or not. Either Will was just easily swayed, or Finny was just ridiculously good at bribing him. Maybe a little bit of both. “I’ll stay and see if they’re friendly,” he agreed, nodding his head once more. “Because who knows? Maybe they came down because they heard about our awesomeness and want to reward us with…an alien super party! That would be a very nice reward,” he said, a grin spreading across his face. He wondered what an alien super party would involve. He could just imagine it now, weird, yet tasty, alien food, along with weird alien music and decorations. It would be so cool! “If they are mean, and we get abducted and then the aliens decide to destroy us…I just want you to know, that I wouldn’t blame you.” He was completely sincere too, he wouldn’t blame Phineas…he probably wouldn’t blame anyone, to be even more honest.

He laughed heartily as Finny complimented his own cooking. For some reason, he was so inclined to believe him, maybe because he knew from first hand experience that cooking skills appeared in the most unlikely people. Not that Finny was an unlikely cook, but at first glance, anyone would think that he would probably be denied the use of any sort of cooking object and probably banned form a kitchen. Will himself wasn’t allowed often in his family’s kitchen, especially when there was cooking going on. He just wasn’t very useful and he had slight fear of being burned that made his want to go in a kitchen very small. “I can see that. You do have a very girly figure,” he said, though he as kidding. He would be insulted if someone said he had a girly figure. He was all man, thank you very much. Though, he did wonder how Finny stayed small if he truly did eat a stack of pancakes every morning. Last he herd, pancakes weren’t exactly the healthiest of breakfast items. Well, not how he ate them at least (with lots of syrup!)

Will followed his line of sight, but he didn’t really see any box that read COMMENTS like there should be. Maybe they had it somewhere else. He wasn’t sure. “I don’t know. I think we should. But, you know, very very nicely; we don’t want him to think we didn’t like the service,” he said. Some people in food service got very testy about the quality of their service. He remembered one time where he, and his family, were at a restaurant and all his mother did was ask for new coffee because hers was cold and for the rest of the night, the server person decided she was some over demanding lady and was a real bitch. That annoyed him so much. He didn’t see how people got into a job where person on person interaction was major if they weren’t people person, or had qualities that didn’t really do all that well in that profession. Kind of like someone who was a musician, but they had a fear of big crowds or something like that. It was just silly.

It didn’t surprise him much that Finny didn’t think much about his day. He seemed like the type of person that just kind of…did thins as they came. And that was perfectly fine with Will. He kind of liked the idea of not having to be on a schedule and just…going with the flow. It was a nice thought. He nodded his head at Phineas’ question; he would like to hang out. “No, no I don’t have to go back to the others,” he said, shaking his head. “I mean, yeah I’ll probably have to call one of them to let them know where I’m at, but since they were the ones to leave me first, I think it’s pretty fair for me to do the same,” he said, a sly grin on his face. “So, we can hang out?” he questioned, just to make sure. He sometimes got a little confused when people posed questions like that. It was sort of like they did want to hang out with him, but also like they wouldn’t be too cut up if he couldn’t. It was quite a backhanded invitation, which, he was glad he was starting to identify more; it made things a lot less awkward when he was around certain people.


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[Phineas Andrew Lee]

Phineas Andrew Lee !


So intense that I can't explain,
All alone in my white boy pain.

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“Yay!” Phineas would have stretched across the table to pull Will into a crushing hug, which was something he often did when he was excited. But there was ice cream on the table. And first of all Phineas would want to waste good ice cream by dipping his shirt all up in it, and second of all he didn’t want to ruin his shirt. Nothing was worse than a big pink stain on a shirt with different aliens and monsters on it. It would have made Phineas look not only messy, but it would make the monsters look less like…well monsters. Phineas’ eyes widened with excitement at the thought of an alien super party. He hadn’t really thought that aliens would be able to throw phenomenal parties before, which might come as a surprise considering half of his thought time involved either aliens or parties. That was really about as shallow as Phineas allowed his mind to go. It was almost like a child being afraid to go in the deep end of a pool. Phineas almost feared that if he let his mind think too far into things he would be pulled under and be unable to resurface. It was kind of an extreme comparison for an irrational fear, but none the less it was a truthful comparison.

“Oh, an alien super party would be radical! And they’d have crazy names for their food like Glorbasha muffins or something!” It was happening again, when Finny’s imagination would kick in and take him to some crazy place where anything and everything was possible. Sometimes Finny’s imagination really came in handy, and other times all it really did was get in the way. Just for the record most often it was the latter. “And of course there would be Oreos because they obviously made created the delicious cookie treats.” When the imagination kicked in Finny started to ramble, he could go on four hours, like he probably could have with his introduction. Phineas blinked few times in confusion when Will said that he would blame Phineas if the aliens turned out to be unfriendly. “Well I’m glad that you’re that nice,” Phineas grinned at his new friend. “But if I were you I probably would blame me. It would be my fault for making you stay.” Phineas looked down at his ice cream, a little downcast at the thought. It took mere seconds for his eyes to snap back up and look at Will with a grin. “But I would make it up! By going all Buzz-Light-year galactic defender!” The mental image was enough to make even Phineas laugh a bit at his own joke. That costume on Phineas would even be too much for himself to handle.

Okay, so maybe Finny’s figure wasn’t due to his eating habits. He probably would have actually had muscles instead of just being skinny if it weren’t for his diet. Phineas had an incredibly fast metabolism rate, he always had. He wasn’t sure if it would last him to his later years, but Phineas didn’t really plan on making it that far into his life so he wasn’t really worried. “Oh yes, I hate to brag though. I get mistaken for a female all the time.” Phineas looked at his fingernails in a mock air of disinterest that cocky people always held. A moment later his hand dropped and a pensive look passed over his features. “Wait a minute, is it weird that I actually have been mistaken for a girl before?” Finny’s own mind answered the question before he really gave Will the chance. Yeah. That was weird, that was really weird. “Let me just tell you that that is the last time I ever play dress-up with Leita...ever. Okay maybe once more later.”

Phineas nodded in agreement with Will’s statement. “Yeah, because if we want ice cream again we don’t want him to be mean or spit in it or something!” Food industry workers always seemed to be the meanest people, it made Phineas kind of sad. They get to work around delicious noms all day, how could they not be happy?! Then again, he kind of understood why some of the food industry people were so grumpy though. There were some people that were unnecessarily picky about their food. Like why would they need exactly three pieces of parsley? And why did it have to be cooked at a certain temperature degree if it was going to come out the same anyway? Whatever. That was why Phineas was perfectly happy with his job as a professional drummer. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to do anything else for the rest of his life.

“I agree. Good, now I don’t have to use my Jedi mind powers on you.” Phineas jerked to the side a bit and raised his hands in some kind of awkward position that made it look like he was doing some kind of weird and foreign kung-fu. One of the people from outside the store that was walking in threw a strange look in his direction, and you could see the hesitancy in their eyes as they walked to the counter to order their ice cream. God, Phineas loved freaking people out sometimes, and oh was he good at it. “Those mind powers are pretty spooky shit ya’ know?” His arms dropped a moment later, and he grinned from ear to ear. “So what do you want to do? The world is our playground!” And maybe if they got to chill with aliens when they went alien hunting, the whole universe could be their playground! Now that would have been super radical sauce. But for right now Phineas was willing to make due with just the world…or at that particular moment just the island.

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[/b][/color] will!
outfit: clickeh!
lyric credit: rockin' the suburbs - ben folds.
word count: nine-hundred and eighty-nine!
notes: that's fine. for some reason i've been going crazy with long posts =O it's weird. i ramble a lottt and it's niceeee.[/ul][/size]