Romans & histoires Phineas And Ferb Summer Belongs

“Totally thrives on this. Loves every second.” I nod. “Yep. And Josh… well, he’s chaos incarnate.” We both laugh softly, glancing at the boys and then back at Gavin, noticing the subtle way he shifts his weight, always quietly aware, letting the antics play out around him. “And that,” Gemma whispers, grinning, “is why summer will never be boring with this crew.” I chuckle, letting the thought settle in. “Never boring… definitely not.” Eben stretches dramatically, still dripping, and grins. “By the way… bonfire tonight. Full-on chaos. Fire, drinks, music—the works. Don’t worry, it’s going to be wild.”

“Told you. You’ve been gone forever!” “I really missed out on a lot, huh?” I murmured, mostly to myself. A part of me felt sad. I missed all these changes—missed so many fiestas, birthdays, random family dinners. But more than anything, I was just… thankful. Thankful that I finally had the chance to see them now. Even if it’s just for a month… I was going to make every second count. I’m going to make the most out of this summer. When we reached home, the familiar iron gates of our house slowly creaked open as Papa pressed the remote. He parked the SUV in front of the house, and I stepped out slowly, letting my gaze linger on the house in front of me.

"I can be Spider-Man and Batman? Best day ever!" He turned and bolted up the stairs two at a time, already lost in his own joy, completely unaware of the storm gathering beneath our roof. Alone in the hallway, my fingers drifted to the pendant resting against my collarbone, the one I had worn every single day for ten years. I didn't need to look at it to know the words engraved across its surface. 'Next summer, find me if you can.' I had written that promise for me and Miguel, believing it was the beginning of a love story.