Okay guys, this is just an idea I had floating around. It kind of came to me and I wanted to get it out there. My first story! Yay! I've been really identifying with Isabella lately. I even Disneybounded her on Dapper Day. The Fireside Girls thought it was awesome. So anyway, yeah, this came to me when I was thinking about Isabella just going into depression after so many failed attempts with Phineas. Let me know what you guys think!

"What's going on?" I asked as I walked into the Fireside Girls' Lodge. "What was so important that we had to call an emergency meeting?" Usually, I was the one calling the shots around here. I was the leader of Fireside Girl Troop 46321. But it was Gretchen who assembled us together today. Everyone was sitting around in chairs and they looked like things were serious. Adyson patted the seat next to her so I sat down. "I don't get it. Why does everyone look so nervous?"

They all looked at their feet. No one wanted to speak so I looked straight at Gretchen, not willing to let up my gaze until I got an answer.

"We're not trying to hurt you, Chief," she started. "We're just worried about you."

"Worried about what?" I asked defensively. I didn't give them any reason to worry, did I? At least, I couldn't think of anything I had done recently.

Ginger was the next to speak. "You've been getting more and more upset each time Phineas ignores you." Katie elbowed her and Millie put a finger to her lips to shush her. What? Was saying his name suddenly a taboo around me? Was him ignoring my every move so bad that they couldn't say his name?

"We're just trying to look out for you," Holly explained. "We didn't mean to go behind your back."

I really wasn't getting any answers out of them. Did they think I would bite their heads off if they told me? I mean, at this point, maybe. Adyson was the most fearless out of them all. I turned my intense gaze to her this time. If it was fear keeping them from talking then Adyson would be the first to crack.

Her gaze held even with mine before she finally sighed. "We talked to your mom and she agreed to sign you up for a therapist."

"WHAT!?" I shouted, standing up and practically knocking my chair over backwards. "A therapist!? I'm not crazy, guys! And what if Phineas asks why I'm going to a therapist!? You think I'm going to tell him it's because my friends think I'm depressed because he won't give me the time of day!? Yeah, right! How could you do this without consulting me first!? If I wanted a therapist's help, I would have asked my mom myself!"

"That's what we were afraid of," Millie sighed, looking rather sad herself.

"You see, Chief," Gretchen started to explain, "we've noticed a pattern in your behavior. Ever since we entered high school this year, you've been cheer captain. And you've had all of the boys all over you. But you always turn them down. And you look really sad when doing so."

"Plus, I found your diary when I was looking through your room," Adyson shrugged. I glared at her again. She was in my room without my knowledge for what purpose? She put her hands up defensively. "I couldn't find my Fireside Manual so I went over to borrow yours. You were at cheer practice so your mom let me in. I found your diary and saw some less than happy entries."

"We only want what's best for you, Isabella," Ginger nodded.

Katie looked at me finally. "At least talk to this one once. You don't have to tell him. We'll help you keep it a secret."

"We won't tell Phineas and we won't tell Ferb," Holly agreed. "It'll just be between us and we'll cover for you if he asks where you're at."

I didn't like it. But I guess there was no way around it. They wouldn't let up. They earned their Relentless Persuasion patches for a reason.

"Alright," I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. "Whatever. I'll go talk to this therapist. But you better have my back when Phineas asks why I'm not over at their place like I always am."

"You can count on us, Chief," Gretchen said with a salute.

That was how I ended up here. They said they just wanted to help me. Well sometimes help just hurts. So now, here I am, sitting in a lounge, waiting for this Doctor Masen dude to come tell me what's wrong with me. I knew what was wrong and it wasn't me. But this guy was going to look into my childhood for deeper issues or something like that.

"Isabella?" a woman asked, sticking her head out of the office. I nodded and she opened the door wider. "Come on in."

I walked into the office and was surprised that I didn't find a big lounge couch or a desk with papers all over them. There were no PhDs hung on the walls, no walls lined with bookshelves. It just looked like a normal hangout kind of room. There were normal couches, a few bean bags, and there was even a TV on the wall. It just looked like a fun place to be. But that didn't hide the fact that my so-called friends still forced me to go see this stupid therapist.

"So where is Doctor Masen?" I asked the woman, crossing my arms over my chest.

She chuckled. "Please, just call me Noelle. And have a seat." I looked at her, mouth agape. "You were expecting some stuffed shirt to ask you 'how does that make you feel?' weren't you? Well, I'm not that kind of therapist. I just wanna talk, get to know you. What made you come here?" As she was talking, she made herself comfortable on one of the couches, putting her feet up, shoes off, and everything.

I meandered to a bean bag. "My stupid friends forced me to come. They say it's just because they're 'worried about me' or something. I'm fine, honestly. I just feel stupid for coming here."

"I feel stupid for coming here a lot too," she laughed. "The only difference is, I get paid to do it. But if you're fine, why do they think differently?"

"Ginger said it was because Phineas is still ignoring me," I scoffed at the memory. "Phineas has ignored me for sixteen years. It's nothing new."

She looked up at the ceiling. "Wait, hold on. I'm confused. Describe Phineas for me."

"Like personality or looks?"

"Both."

I sighed. How to put it into words? "Well, aesthetically, he has triangular head. And his red hair sticks out in practically every direction but not in a bad way. His blue eyes are like an ocean. But personality wise, he's anything but ordinary. He builds these amazing things with his brother. They're always up to something wild and crazy. I swear, Phineas can take anything mundane and make it fantastic. He's really creative and super handy. If he wanted to be he could be captain of almost every club in school. But he chooses to use his time outside of extracurriculars. He's really popular but he doesn't even notice. Like, everyone at school knows his name and exactly who he is. But he's still really humble and never forgets his true friends."

Doctor Masen nodded. She just took it in. That was all. Just like I was telling any other story. "Okay, so that's Phineas. What about Ginger? Describe her."

"Ginger's a Fireside Girl in my troop. She's one of the 'friends' who made me come here. She's Asian and has long black hair, brown eyes. She's sort of bookish I guess you could say."

Again, she nodded. "So Phineas is ignoring you?"

"Well, yes and no," I confessed. "He's my best friend. He's never really 'ignored' me before. But he's never really noticed me either. Everything I try just goes right over his head. I don't know if he's trying to brush me off or if he just doesn't get it."

"Well, how is Phineas with feelings? Does he say what he means or is he real cryptic?"

"He's always upfront about it. He never really lies, he only ever avoids the truth. It's different, trust me." I've only noticed Phineas try to lie a few times. And every time he would start grabbing at his ear. It was a nervous tick that I had picked up on. Nobody else knew about it, however. I'm not even sure Ferb noticed. But then again, Ferb seemed to notice everything.

"Well if he's upfront then he probably isn't trying to brush you off subtly," she told me. I guess she was right about that. Phineas would tell me if my flirting was too much for him. He always told other girls. He also always noticed when other girls would flirt with him. Why did he not understand when it came from me? "Alright, enough about Phineas."

"But isn't that the reason I'm here?" I asked confused. "Therapists tell you what's wrong with you and tell you how to fix it."

"Fine," she said. She put her feet down on the ground and sat up real straight. Then she reached to a table behind her and grabbed a note pad and pen. "So how does that make you feel, Isabella?" she asked. The sarcasm was so thick, all I could do was laugh.

She smiled and then we started talking about mundane things. We talked about the Fireside Girls and she got really excited. Apparently, she used to be a Troop Leader in her hometown. I told her about Pinky and she told me about her cat named Strawberry. Then we talked about cheerleading and student council. She used to be in theater and student council so she understood the burden and joy of having to be responsible for two clubs. We talked for hours it seemed like before she got into therapist mode. I had almost forgotten that that's what she was.

"So, Isabella, I hate to end this, but I do have to get home soon," she said, looking at her watch. "Your mom had said something about this just being a trial appointment. Just give me a call if you want to set up a regular thing or if you just want to talk." She gave me a card. It didn't say "Doctor", it didn't say "therapist"; all it had was her name and her number. I liked that. So if anyone asked I could lie and say it was just a friend of mine. After today, I guess she really did just feel like a friend.

I stood up to walk out of the office, before I could leave I went to give her and handshake. She smiled warmly and accepted it. "I'll… call you soon," I told her. It was a breath of fresh air to talk to someone new. I guess this therapist thing wasn't so bad after all.

So? I know, the chapter is rather short. I'm not that good at writing long chapters. I'm 99% sure it has something to do with my mild ADHD. Trust me, this is long for me. It was almost half of this length. Anyway, review please? I love reading reviews, even the ones that tell me that I suck. They keep me going to prove people wrong! So that's that. Thanks for reading the first chapter.