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I was never one to talk much. Not even around my step-brother, Phineas. He was more of the converser where as I (Ferb) was more a man of action. As the years flew by, my family always thought I would come out of my shell and be a bit more outgoing like Candace or even Phineas. However, I simply wasn't like that and so, I was labeled as the 'strong, silent type' in our immediate family. At school my Step-Brother and I were known as 'Yin and Yang' because we were complete opposites. He went to parties, I stayed home. He dated many girls, I dated none. It was just how we worked and it was what made our relationship so close. True, I loved my Step-brother and his crazy ideas. However, I contributed to many of these ideas as well and although I would make most of the blueprints, it seemed as if he got most of the credit. People constantly thanked and praised him where as I would stand in the background and listen, knowing that I did most of the work. It didn't bother me too much seeing as I found it impossible to hate my Step-Brother. Trust me, I've tried. It's as if he has this 'anti-hate' force field surrounding him. People were naturally drawn to him; especially the girl from down the street. Isabella. She would constantly come over when we were younger and ask that same Godforsaken question of hers.

"What cha' doin'?"

I shook my head softly at the thought of imagining her saying that once more to us. It was always directed more so to Phineas than I, though. Which I didn't mind too much for all I ever responded with was with a simple nod of the head. Being 'Soon to be seniors' in High School, it always amazed me how our old group of friends still managed to stick so close together. I always came to the conclusion that it was some other strange power that Phineas held and it was quite admirable in some ways. It was nice growing up with kids that I've known since I was younger. We all have shared precious memories together and quite honestly, I wouldn't want it any other way. Isabella, Buford, Baljeet, Phineas, and then there was I.

However, being the elder people we are now, things have changed. People dated but it was if there was this rule between us that no one would date Isabella. The only exception would be Phineas; however, my Dear Bother is a bit oblivious. So it never occurred to anyone that it would ever happen. Isabella did indeed grow up to be a beautiful woman. Her features were stunning and she kept her long, raven colored hair. But, we as boys have changed as well. I was the tallest out of the group and I did quite a bit of sports, but never really had any interest of joining any teams for I find that whole concept to be too much of a hassle. I let a soft sigh escape my lips as I set my pen down and leaned back in my chair. It was the middle of a summer night and I had been working on a few blueprints I felt needed to be changed. Phineas had been long asleep and Perry laid on my lap, occasionally shifting positions to get comfortable. I contemplated leaving the rest of the editing in the blueprints until the next day seeing as I found myself growing weary and tired. Standing up, I picked up Perry and proceeded to lay him down on Phineas' bed as I went ahead and got myself ready for the night. Laying down in my bed after my night duties had been finished, I closed my eyes for only seconds before I heard the vibration of my cell phone next to me on my night stand go off. Cursing under my breath, I slowly reached over and flipped it open to see the text message that had been sent.

"Hey Ferb, I can't sleep. Hope I didn't wake you but I figured you'd be up working on blueprints or something~"

I rubbed my temples slightly as I finished reading the message Isabella had sent. Did this girl have powers as well? I let out a sigh of frustration and shook my head softly as I proceeded to type my response.

"I'm up."

Even in text messages, I was a man of few words. I didn't really want to go into a full fledged conversation with this girl, but I didn't want to leave her hanging either. It'd be rude, and I cannot stand rude people. It's just one of my pet peeves I've had ever since I could remember.

"Great! What are the plans for tomorrow? Has Phineas decided yet?"

I loved how she asked if Phineas decided the plans yet. It was actually typical of people to think and ask that.

"Don't know."

And so on and so forth, our pointless conversation continued for about two hours until the Spanish girl had fallen asleep in mid-text. Or so I assume seeing as she never responded to a question I had asked about our summer reading. Content, I laid my phone down on my night stand once more before I pulled the blankets over my body and closed my eyes slowly. Secretly, I liked the conversation Isabella and I had in the middle of the night even if it got to be annoying at times. I suppose it was because she actually continued to talk to me no matter how many one word answers I responded with. The night was silent just as I liked it. "Good Night, Perry." I mumbled under my breath as I felt myself going into a well deserved, deep sleep.