Here's my newest fanfic, a lovely CandaceXJeremy, short and sweet. I wanted to make it longer, but for some reason, I've just run out of ideas. I unfortunately don't own any of the characters, all rights go to Disney and creators(I love you guys!). Hope you enjoy! Read and Review! And let it be known, a lovely BaljeetXGinger story will be coming your way as soon as my brain block goes away!

Thanks to you all,

SeraGreene12

NOTE: This story takes place when Phineas and Isabella are thirteen, and Ferb is fifteen, which makes Candace nineteen. This story takes place before the first two stories I've written, so Isabella and Phineas are not a couple yet, which is why Phineas is still oblivious to Isabella's hints. Sorry if there's any confusion, but now there shouldn't be.

Greatest Gift, Lasting Love

Chapter 1: Nervous All Around

"So that's Uncle Phineas and Ferb as kids?"

"That's right."

"And that girl looks like Aunt Isabella."

"Hey, did you hear that? Aunt Isabella! That means I'm going to marry Phineas!"

"Or Ferb."

. . .

*BRIIINNNGG, BRIIINNNGG, BRIIINNNGG . . .*

Candace blinks and rubs her eyes, realizing she was dreaming. She turns the alarm clock off with the flick of the switch, and her mind wanders back to her dream. Hmmm. . . She thought to herself. I haven't thought about that day when I was fifteen for years. Why am I suddenly remembering this now?

She looks to the calendar that hangs on the wall in between her and Stacy's beds in their dorm room. In today's square, she'd plastered a picture of Jeremy's face.

"Oh my gosh! It's our anniversary! I completely forgot! I didn't even get him a gift! What if he thinks I'm not good enough for him? What if he picks that Mandy girl instead? What if he hates me so much that my parents disown me? What if I have to go live as a carnie? What if the only thing I can do is a cockroach in a bicycle store routine?" She grabs her pre-brushed hair in extreme anxiety, nearly pulling it out by the roots and hyper-ventilating.

Seeking comfort, she pulls her Ducky Momo out from its hiding place and then reaches for the pillow next to her. Looking around stealthily for Stacy, and pulls up the little piece of fabric she'd sewn on it (with a lot of moaning, groaning, and sticking herself with the needle) to reveal a picture of Jeremy. "Oh Jeremy," she said dreamily. "You wouldn't do that to me, would you?" she questioned happily, finally relaxing. She began hugging the pillow close and kissing the picture's face.

"You really ought to stop doing that." Stacy stated casually, leaning against the door jam.

"Stacy!" Candace exclaimed, scrambling about crazily, attempting to conceal the evidence, despite the fact that it's already been seen.

"It makes you seem overly-obsessed and immature, you know." She continued, ignoring her scrambling and went over to sit on her own bed.

"Like I care what other people think." Candace proclaimed, sitting up and glaring at Stacy defiantly, still holding the pillow tightly to her chest.

Stacy only gave her the look. The one she always gave Candace when she said something that sounded too reasonable coming from her mouth.

"Alright, fine! So I do care! It's in my nature! But that's not the point, Stace! It's our anniversary! I have nothing for him! He always gives me the best things, Stace! What if he gives me something that's absolutely perfect and because I didn't get him anything he suddenly doesn't love me anymore? I don't wanna be a cockroach carnie!"

Ah, Stacy thought to herself. There's the Candace I know and love.

"You know that's worst-case scenario, right?" She replied, trying to hid her irritation.

Her good friend of so many years didn't pick up on it, she was so worried.

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She wasn't the only one. Jeremy was just as worried, only he didn't exactly show or express it as much as Candace did.

He'd gotten up way earlier than usual because it was the only time that her brothers had room for him in their overly-busy schedule. He needed Phineas and Ferb's help to keep Candace clueless and yet at the same time get everything ready. And everything was, except for one thing. He still didn't have a ring.