A/N: Hey, I know I should probably be working on "His Perfect Storyline" right now, but I've been really into this pairing lately, so I hope you don't mind.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

"Ya know what I miss?" Buford said, lounging lazily in the grass (he had deemed the lawn chairs "not rugged and manly enough" to lounge in) beneath the tree in the Flynn-Fletcher yard.

"What's that, Buford?" Phineas asked, looking up from the pile of blueprints he'd been sorting through. Today was the day he'd decided to devote to organizing.

"I miss the music." He plucked a blade of grass and twirled it through his fingers. "We used to always burst inta random song and dance all the time. How come we don't do that anymore?" Truthfully, the gang's adventurous exploits remained consistent throughout the years; however, this particular summer (the summer before they all went off to college) had put a strain on their schedules.

"Buford, what are you talking about?" Baljeet straightened up on his lawn chair, balancing a drink in one hand while removing his sunglasses with the other. "We just did a random musical number yesterday."

"I don't mean a stupid girlie musical number!" Buford shouted, sitting up straight. "I mean a real, manly rock n' roll, song with a violent backbeat." Then under his breath: "God, could you get any more gay?"

Baljeet sputtered, nearly choking on his pink lemonade, but before anyone could react, Isabella strolled through the gate.

"Hey guys, whatcha doin'?" She said, sweetly as ever.

"Oh hi, Isabella. We were just talking about doing a song today."

"A song?" Isabella frowned. "But we just did that musical number yesterday—"

"I believe Buford would like to focus on the rock and roll genre of music," Ferb interjected. "Perhaps today we could get the Bajeatles back together."

Everyone responded enthusiastically. Buford looked like he was about to make a snarky comment, but was silenced by a look from Ferb. Evidently, the Brit overheard Buford's previous comment.

Phineas jumped into action. "Alright, we're gonna need a stage, so we can set that up around… here. Isabella, can you round up the Fireside Girls to help out? And spread the word! We all have our instruments right? Good. Oh! And the costumes and stage make-up and— hey, where's Perry?"

Pretty soon the backyard was overcome with a flurry of activity. Isabella left to find her troop and put up posters, while the guys stayed busy constructing the stage, and gathering supplies. At some point, the group decided that the concert would have to be held at night, allowing for the best dramatic effect. Ferb began to set up for a laser-light show.

From his spot in the rafters above, Ferb could see everything on the ground. He caught Baljeet's eye for a moment, and the latter granted him a brief smile: a token of thanks for his suggestion, and by extension, his defense of Baljeet's honor.

Ferb was the only one to whom Baljeet told his secret. Not that he thought the others would be unaccepting (although Buford's comment from earlier was starting to make him doubt that assessment). Ferb was just a good person to confide in. Probably because he was such a good listener. When he worked up the courage to finally tell him, he didn't judge, didn't interrupt, just sat there nodding, allowing Baljeet to get out all of those pent-up emotions, all the while managing to calm him down more than any of his other friends probably could.

Of course, he only told Ferb half of the secret.

Baljeet's musings were interrupted as Buford's muscular arm wrapped around his knees and lifted him into the air. "EPPP—BUFURD!" Several people glanced over as Baljeet struggled to maintain his balance.

"Nerd!" Buford's gruff voice reached him. "Someone's gotta get that board up there!"

"Well you could have given me a heads up before you decided to start man-handling me!" He shouted indigently back, cheeks flaming. Still, he complied, securing the board, then allowing Buford to gently set him down in the grass.

"Took you long enough," he scolded. "You ain't as light as ya used to be."

Baljeet scowled and brushed himself off. "But you are just as immature!" He shot back, causing a few more heads to turn in their direction.

"Jeez, what's got your panties in a bunch?" Burford muttered, not used to being rebuffed.

Baljeet was suddenly enraged. "For God's sake, Buford, you are eighteen years old and you still act like you are ten! You will always be just an idiotic, despicable, schoolyard bully!" Onlookers gaped at the pair, while Buford could only blink in response, completely taken aback by his nerd's outburst.

"'Jeet, what—?"

"Just leave me alone!" Baljeet stalked away, fists clenched in fury. "And grow up!"

A tense silence fell across the yard as Baljeet vanished behind the pavilion. Isabella was the first to speak: "Hey, girls- we need to set up those curtains, come on!" Gradually everyone returned to his or her work, though a little less enthusiastically than before. Phineas, who had not been present for the outburst, came through the gate, unaware of what had just transpired.

"Everyone, guess what? We just got the delivery of chairs, so we can begin to set up the seats for the audience…" As Phineas rambled on with instructions, Ferb observed the scene below him with touch of disapproval. Swiftly, he climbed down from the catwalk above and landed in front of a still-shell-shocked Buford. He blinked, prompting the burly boy to speak.

"What?" Buford snapped. "Don't gimme that look- I didn't do nothin'. The shrimp's the one with the problem!" Ferb blinked again.

"Fine! I'll go and talk to him," Buford said. "No need ta get all pushy."

Ferb shook his head indignantly as Buford turned to go find his nerd. If they only knew…

A/N: Weeeellll? What do you think? I'm actually pretty excited about this story, but I may need some help with some of the later chapters, namely song writing. So if anyone has any ideas about what Baljeet would be singing, you know what to do! Also, reviews of any kind are always very welcome