TSBtP: Chapter 11

Phineas stood on the beaches of the Pacific Ocean. True it was like 150 miles from the Tri-State Area, but this is Phineas Flynn for crying out loud. Once he learned what was causing his inventions to go all screwy and haywire, he made himself a hover car and drove off in the air towards the Pacific just so he could be away from the rest of The Resistance, especially Candace.

"I...I can't believe Candace didn't even care about the death of our parents!" Phineas thought, biting back the tears that were welling up in his eyes. "I just wanted my family to be perfect! Is that too much to ask for? Well, not perfect, but...just like..."

Phineas' memory went back to that day the other Phineas had come to his dimension and taught him everything he needed to have fun with his life.

"Lucky [censored]!" the 11-year-old boy thought as his memory continued to replay the other Phineas. "I remember when HE came here. HIS hair was long, HIS eyes were sparkling...heck! HE was alive and tan!"

Phineas scoffed and looked at his reflection in the water. "I look like a [censored] ghost!" Phineas angrily thought as he threw a stone into the ocean, causing his reflection to ripple. "I would do ANYTHING to be just like him!"

That was when Phineas Flynn got the craziest idea he would probably every think of: he was going to become the other Phineas Flynn.

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"Hey," the mail carrier said. "Aren't you a little young to be giving yourself a makeover?"

"Aren't you a little old to be a mail carrier?" Phineas snidely countered.

"Touche," The mail carrier said before walking away after Phineas had signed all the forms.

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Meanwhile, back in the Resistance HQ, Vanessa was thinking about Phineas. She couldn't stop replaying the moment when he quit.

"He'll come back," Isabella said as she looked at her cousin, who was feeling depressed.

"I hope so," Vanessa sadly replied.

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Speaking of Phineas, he was changing his appearance. It had only taken a few minutes, but he looked completely different. He sprayed a chemical on his hair which had made the short red locks on his head grow several inches, although Phineas let it grow into a position so that it wouldn't matter if he combed it or not, it would remain gently tousled. He also put in a type of colored contacts that would make his eyes slowly change color to the color of the contacts. So he had changed his eyes from a dark blue to that of a slightly lighter shade of blue. Finally, he stayed in front of a strong light, which gave him a permanent tan.

Phineas also decided that instead of copying the other Phineas' clothing, he would wear a black t-shirt, black jeans, and black converse sneakers. He was also thinking about wearing his sunglasses, but then he remembered what Vanessa said, so he decided to let her see his eyes.

"Now to show my soon-to-be girlfriend the new me!" Phineas thought, not really knowing how the other Phineas acted.

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*knock* *knock* *knock*

Vanessa opened the door, only to see Phineas in his new look. "Seriously Phineas," Vanessa started. "What are you doing?"

Phineas walked in and wrapped his arm around her waist. "That, Vanessa, is classified information," he replied in a low whisper.

Vanessa couldn't help but feel attracted to the new Phineas. His bright blue eyes sparkled with the emotion of happiness. And there was one other emotion there... She couldn't place it for a few seconds... Then she understood what it was: love. "Am I love with Phineas Flynn?" she thought, wondering if it was more than just a small crush.

"Ma cherie, Jet'aime," Phineas whispered in her ear before he kissed Vanessa right on her lips. The 10-year-old girl had accepted the feeling of love and began to kiss back.

Things were never going to be the same afterwards...