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He strummed lightly on the strings of his guitar, turning the pegs in different directions afterward, trying to even the tune. The lights flickered inside the closed room. It was small and dusty, possibly an old music room, but other than a few worn out shelves, a couple of chairs and five teenagers, nothing else was inside that room. Phineas raised his head. He carefully patted his face, feeling the bumps and bruises implanted on them. He tried to ignore it and let his eyes look around. Ferb sat on the floor across him on the other side of the room, staring at what scenery he could see out the window. Baljeet concentrated on a book while Buford played around with the dust on the floor. Phineas’ wandering gaze stopped on the girl clutching herself, leaning on the side of a shelf. Her tangled mess of hair drooped lazily on her shoulders. Her arms were wrapped around her legs close to her chest, her face damp with tears. Phineas felt the pang of guilt shoot through his heart.

The day had not started out so well for all of them, and when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did.


The mere thought of the word sent shudders through the fifteen year - old’s  shoulders. It wasn't because of the punishment, it was because of what he did. What made it worse was that he somehow got the rest of his friends involved as well. He wanted to punch himself in the face and scold himself for being a screw-up, but instead he held on tighter on to the neck of the guitar. He looked away in attempt to push away the guilty feeling but couldn’t.


Phineas closed his eyes and strummed the guitar. He painfully forced himself to sit up straighter, resting the guitar properly on his lap. After a while, as the notes started to fall into place, he started to sing:


Step one, you say “we need to talk”,

He walks, you say “sit down, it’s just talk”

He forced a smile back at you,

But you stared silently right on through.


Some sort of window to your right,

As he goes left and you stay right.

Between the lines of fear and blame,

And you begin to wonder why you came.


He paused a while, searching for the words to sing. The rest of them seemed oblivious; remaining fixed to their positions with frowned faces and furrowed eyebrows, staring at their own dust bunnies. But Phineas could tell they weren’t ignoring him. He listened to the rhythm in his head and confidently strummed through the strings again.


Where did I go wrong?

I lost some friends

Somewhere along in the bitterness,

And I should have stayed with you through our strife,

Had I known how to save a life.


The singer forced back his tears and tried his best to stop his voice from trembling. He strummed harder, letting his emotions fill the room through the rhythm. He furrowed his eyebrows, closed his eyes and held the instrument close – his heart needed the music.


Let him know you cared the best,

‘Cause after all you know the rest.

Try to slip past our defense.

Without granting innocence.


Laid down a list of what went wrong,

The things that should’ve made us strong.

And pray to God, He hears you

And pray to God, He hears you…


Phineas stopped. He set down the guitar beside him and pressed his face against his knees, immediately regretting having sung it, afraid to have caused more emotional burdens. Suddenly, a pair of thin, slender arms wrapped around his shoulders. She pressed her face against his ear and held him tighter.


“Sing some more,” Isabella whispered.


As if in response, Ferb sang and continued the song. Baljeet softly sang along. Buford tapped on one of the wooden shelves like a beatbox. Phineas picked up the guitar again and played it. Isabella sat next to him and sang despite the rough effect of crying on her voice.


Where did I go wrong?

I lost some friends

Somewhere along in the bitterness,

And I should have stayed with you through our strife,

Had I known how to save a life


Where did I go wrong? (Where did we go wrong?)

I lost some friends (but we’re still here)

Somewhere along in the bitterness, (it won’t end)

And I should have stayed with you through our strife,

Had I known how to save a life (How to save a life)


“Everything will be alright” Phineas smiled. “We’ll be okay,”


How to save a life…

You may listen to the song here: [link]

A quick drabble I just wrote. possibly a vent art It's the first story I uploaded in my gallery (I think?) I wouldn't be surprised if you think it isn't as interesting as you'd expect.

I could care even less about the grammar, spelling or how badly this is written. It's 3:19AM, I should be sleeping...


Original song The Fray
Characters Dan Povenmire and Jeff "Swampy" Marsh
Story and modified lyrics by *sweetcandyteardrop
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YarTavdhladleklwa Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
what happened?
sweetcandyteardrop Featured By Owner Nov 23, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Well, it's up to the imagination of the readers ;)
YarTavdhladleklwa Featured By Owner Nov 23, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
The way I see it, Phineas accidentaly hit Isabella out of anger (he was angry because he was grounded), but now he's regretting it.
reezetto Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2012  Student Digital Artist
;AAA; i just found out about the song yesterday.
oh chi, of course its interesting, you always make epicshit happen.
kittyleaf Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
so sad...

that song is possibly my favorite song ever lol
mysterychik Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
So sad.. :noes:
Keata-Kaylee Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2012  Student General Artist
The Fray :dummy:
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