A/N: Inspired by the song Findin a Good Man by Danielle Peck. Well, the song inspired the first two chapters anyway. After that, the original idea kind of veered off and changed into something else. But I like the end result. So, enjoy readers!

"Where are they?" Isabella stomped her foot impatiently as she waited outside the restaurant. "I told them seven-thirty. They must be—"

"Isabella!"

"Adyson!" She hugged her friend as the Fireside Girl approached her. "Where are the rest of you? This is still a Girls Night Out, isn't it?"

Adyson laughed. "Oh don't worry. They're coming. They had to get provisions."

"Provisions?"

"Yeah, we—"

"Ungh!" Adyson and Isabella looked down the street, watching as Katie lugged something down the street while wearing heels and a long green dress.

"Katie! Here, let me help you!" Isabella hurried over, lifting up what appeared to be a bucket filled with drinks. "Root Beer?"

"Yeah. Ginger told me to bring them. You can't have a proper girls night without Root Beer."

"Or any night," Adyson cracked, walking over and helping with the bucket. "Katie, you look great!" Besides wearing a pair of heels, the blonde Fireside Girl had her hair down, letting it fall gracefully down her back.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thanks. You guys look great too." She surveyed Isabella's outfit. "Isabella, that purple dress looks great on you."

Isabella placed the bucket on the sidewalk, then curtsied. "Thank you very much. It was an anniversary present from Phineas."

"How long have you guys been dating now?"

"It'll be six months in May."

"Oh wow." Katie glanced off to the side. "That's…really great Isabella. You sure are lucky. You have the best boyfriend out of all of us."

"Well…Phineas isn't perfect…"

"Oh please." Adyson scoffed. "You are dating the perfect man Isabella. He's sweet, he's kind, he's gentle, he remembers your anniversary, he sings to you, buys you flowers on Valentines day—"

Isabella blushed. "Well, yeah. He is sweet. But he's—"

"What? Still oblivious as ever?"

"Kinda…"

"You're kidding right?"

"Not really."

"He's seventeen. I thought he grew up."

Katie smiled. "This is Phineas we're talking about. I don't really think he'll ever grow up. That's what makes him so endearing." She looked down at the sidewalk.

Isabella's voice softened as she put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Katie, I'm sorry. I never meant to take Phineas away from you. I know you really liked him and everything—"

"It's okay Isabella. Really. Dating you was his choice. I didn't stand in the way or anything." She forced a smile. "You two are really good together." Without lifting her eyes, she slowly turned and walked towards the restaurant. "Come on. The others will be here soon and…well…we should get a table." She disappeared inside.

"Geez. Don't tell me our Girls Night is about to be ruined by a downer." Adyson tapped Isabella on the shoulder. "She's still hurt that Phineas chose you over her, isn't she?"

She sighed. "Yes. I've apologized to her again and again, but every time I do, she says it's fine. But…I know it's not. I just wish there was some way to fix it."

"Well, maybe you could—"

"We're here Chief." Isabella laughed as Gretchen, Milly, Holly, and Ginger came walking up to them.

"Gretch, I told you you didn't have to call me Chief anymore. We're not exactly Fireside Girls now."

"Yes, but we still call ourselves that," Holly added.

"So I think it's a perfectly valid excuse to keep calling you Chief," Ginger added. "Besides, old habits die hard."

"That's true…"

"Chief it is then," Gretchen added with a smirk. "Always Chief and never Miss." The rest of the girls laughed.

"Come on. I'm ready to start to this night and to do some good natured boyfriend bashing," Adyson said, leading the way into the restaurant.

"Ugh. Tell me about it." Ginger fell in step behind Adyson. "You would not believe what Baljeet did the other day."

"Yeah? Well, you're not dating Buford. Let me tell you…"

The girls walked into the restaurant talking and laughing, leaving Isabella standing alone outside. She looked around, quickly stuffing the bucket of Root Beer under a nearby mailbox where no one would find it. She sighed. Hopefully this night went well. If only she could figure out what to do about Katie.