FERB'S JOURNAL

September Eighth

She doesn't know what she does to me. I mean, She's my best friend, She shouldn't do anything to me and yet…

As the years have gone by, there are things about Her I've come to notice. Little nuances of Hers that I've come to find amusing. Cute even.

Like the way She walks. I've never taken that much notice but only recently has it come to my attention that She has a certain air about her when She walks. It's calm. It's confident. It's like She knows what she wants and She isn't afraid to do what needs to be done to get it.

And the way She smiles when She's happy and the way it's so infectious that it makes me want to smile along with Her.

And the way Her eyes light up when my brother pays the slightest shred of attention to Her.

And the way She fiddles of the hem of her dress or her shirt when She's uncomfortable or nervous.

And the way She can't leave her hair alone when She's embarrassed.

And the way Her hands go behind her back when She's trying, emphasis on trying, to flirt with my brother.

And even the way She softly bites her lip when She's thinking or She's shy for whatever reason.

She's absolutely beautiful…

Oh, who am I kidding? It doesn't matter what happens, what I think, or how I feel. She will always love my brother.

She always has.

Everyone has.

And I've just been the quiet, Block-headed Brit in the background that no one notices, or would notice even if their lives depended on it. And to be completely honest, it hurts. I can't stand the fact that no one says 'Hi' to me or 'How are you, Ferb?'

In all honesty, if all our friends just said 'Hi' to me once in a while, it would make my day.

And if She were to greet me every morning…

I swear I wouldn't ask for anything more.

But of course that is just wishful thinking. She doesn't notice me. She doesn't care about me. As much as I hate to say a bad word against Her, She's just like all the others:

Blinded by the glory that is my little brother.

Don't get me wrong, I don't hate Him. He's my little brother and I love Him but…

He never gives me a chance. I never get a chance to forth an idea for what we could do. Plus I don't get any credit for helping to build the inventions. It's always 'Great job, Phineas!' or 'Great idea, Phineas!'

Not 'Nice work, Ferb' or 'Wow Ferb. Nice job'

It's always Phineas, Phineas, and more Phineas! I mean, what about me? I helped build the damn thing!

And then there's the fact that He's just so oblivious! I mean, He has Her fawning over Him for all hours of the day and night and he doesn't notice! It's ridiculous! He can tell who someone else likes but when it comes to Her, He says, and I quote:

'I'm not sure she likes anyone Ferb… I mean, let's face it. She hasn't flirted with anyone for as long as we've known her'

How bloody ridiculous is that?! He's blind! And some day, He's going to hurt Her, I know it. Someday, He's going to say something, a backhanded comment that is going to hurt Her beyond His puny comprehension and…

And I just wish I had the guts to say to Her that I'll always be here for Her.

Whenever my brother says something really idiotic, I will always be a shoulder that She can cry on. I hate to see Her cry and I will do everything within my power to make sure She smiles again.

Because seeing Her smile is the one thing I never want to stop seeing.

Because I love Her

I love you, Isabella