Phineas was my best friend. We did everything together, from school to just having fun. He was always with me, always by my side. Of course, he was my only room mate at Devon. I feel like I know Phineas better than anyone, maybe even better than he knew himself. I saw all sides of him as if, I was a part of him. I remember coming back to Devon, when we first went back to our tree and we were having fun and he was calling me “pal” and I thought “we were the best of friends at that moment.” He once told me I was his “best pal”. Phineas was like… like a God to me. It seemed to me that he just did everything so well and got away with everything. He seemed invisible. Everyone seemed to love Phineas and look up to him. He could do anything at Devon and not get in trouble. Like that time he wore I pick shirt and I thought for sure he was going to get in trouble, but Phineas came up with such a reasonable explanation and got away with it, I will never forget that. I was not just Phineas’s best friend… I was part of him and he was a part of me.
Phineas was a leader. He was very outgoing and would do everything his own way. Phineas would try new things, he would do things even if it risked getting into trouble like when he wore the pink shirt, even though he would get away with everything. Phineas was never a follower, he’s different and does everything his own way. Phineas was very creative and adventurous. He comes up with new games and groups such as the