Firstly, before anything else, I would like to eternally thank angelic'O'wings for letting me use her private school, Ferb being 17, and Phineas being 15 idea. Thank you so much. You are so nice, and…yeah. Thank you!

Another thing, this is my first Phineas and Ferb fanfiction so please be nice. I really hope you like and that I get a lot of reviews! Reviews are nice, people! Hope you enjoy! Oh, and it's completely in Ferb's POV. Throughout the entire thing. So…enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the TV show Phineas and Ferb or any of its characters. I do however own any characters that do not appear in the actual show and I own the plot of this story.


Chapter One

"Can you please put on some real clothes? Isabella should be here any minute!"

It was ten thirty in the morning on a Saturday, and I was still in my grey sweat pants and royal blue sweatshirt that I had worn to bed last night. My younger brother, Phineas, was expecting his girlfriend, Isabella, to arrive any moment so they could go on their little date they had planned for today.

I looked up from my laptop and at my brother, who was glaring at me.

"I could," I answered, then lowered my gaze back to my laptop screen.

"Well…would you?" he asked. My eyes traveled back to his, and then I sighed. I closed my laptop and stood up from the couch.

"I don't see why it's such a big deal," I muttered as I passed him by to get to the stairs. "She's seen me like this before…"

"It's not…polite," he replied.

"Oh, you're telling me something isn't polite?"

"Yes, I am. Now get upstairs. Quick."

I cursed under my breath as I climbed the stairs slowly. I was usually a morning person, a person that would get up early and get dressed right away. But this morning, I felt like not sleeping in and no doing anything to get ready for the day ahead of me. So I slept in until eight thirty, and didn't bother changing into any clothes at all. My mom, dad, and brother had all been surprised when they had first caught a glimpse of me. And I'm sure that Candace, my older sister, would have also been surprised if she still lived here with us.

Candace had moved out at the age of eighteen, with her high school sweetheart, Jeremy Johnson. They were living together in a small apartment with another couple they knew. They had been together ever since Candace and Jeremy had gone to the end-of-the-year prom in ninth grade. He had taken the big move and kissed her on the dance floor, and they had been together ever since. We kept waiting for a wedding invitation or news that Jeremy had asked her, but nothing had come yet.

I pushed the door to the bedroom that Phineas and I had been sharing ever since our parents had gotten married and we had moved in together. I would have taken Candace's old room, but our mom didn't want to change its look. She said it gave her memories…

I had called my mom crazy from that moment on.

I went over and sat cross-legged on my bed; my laptop rested in my lap as I opened it again. My fingers began to fly across the keyboard, and words started to race across the computer screen. Phineas was always intrigued whenever he watched me type, which was a lot. He never could believe that I was actually typing words and not just rubbish.

I had finished my trigonometry and literary arts homework, and I had practiced my trumpet for a half an hour. Now I was working on something personal. I had always been interested in writing…somewhat. And I wanted to see how well I would do on writing a short little story. Very short. It would probably end up being two or three pages long. And it wasn't going to be a chapter story…oh no. I had eliminated that idea at the very beginning. Though, if this story did well, I might move on to a short chapter story.

Phineas bounded into the room then, and ran over to the small table that sat in between our beds. He yanked the drawer on top open and started to rip through the contents in it.

"What…are you doing?" I asked. He didn't look up as he answered.

"I can't find my wallet! I thought it was in my coat pocket, but I was wrong! Any chance you've seen it?"

"No chance," I replied. "I thought it was in the back pocket of that pair of jeans you wore yesterday." I absentmindedly looked back at the story I was typing as I went on. "Didn't Mom put those in the…"

My speaking slowed as I said those last three words and my eyes traveled away from the laptop screen and over to my brother. He was also looking over at me.

"Crap!" he yelled. He bolted out of the room, not caring to close the drawer. I saved my work and closed my laptop again, setting it aside on my bed.

"Crap!" I heard Phineas yell again, only louder this time. I jumped off my bed and ran out of the room, down the hallway, into the laundry room…

Phineas was staring into the open washer. I walked across the linoleum floor and looked over Phineas' shoulder and into the washer.

There was his wallet, sitting at the bottom of the washer. It wasn't ruined, just a little faded. He bent into the washer and grabbed the brown wallet. Opening it when he came back up. His money was all inside, torn a little here and there and still a little wet.

"Will this money even work anymore?" he asked, probably to himself. I answered anyway.

"Of course it will still work. It's still money."

"Yeah, but it's all wet and…torn." He held a one dollar bill in front of his face, and there was a slight tear that reached from the top of the dollar to the top of George Washington's head.

"It doesn't matter," I told him. "It's still money. It'll work. Now, go on your date."

"You're right," he stated, putting the dollar bill back into his wallet. Then he reached back and slipped the wallet into the back pocket of his black jeans.

"Don't forget to take that out tonight," I warned him as we started to walk out of the laundry room.

"No duh," he responded, snickering a bit. I gave him a playful punch in the arm, but then he turned and headed down the stairs as I turned the opposite way and walked back to our bedroom.

I cleaned up the mess he had made when he ran through the drawer, and then closed the drawer again. I hopped onto my bed next and placed my laptop in my lap again. I opened it up and brought up my story. I carried off from where I had stopped earlier…

"There was…something I wanted to ask you…" She looked the opposite direction as her cheeks started to become scarlet.

"Oh? And what is that?" Jake asked her. Jennifer looked back at him, straight into his magnificent blue eyes, took a deep breath, and confidently asked him, "Will you go to the dance this Friday with me?"

I stopped there, and stared at what I had just written. She was already asking him to a dance, and I was only in the middle of the first page. I had to leave room for the dance to take place, but it just seemed a little…rushed. To me, at least.

And there was the slight problem in which I had to choose to have Jake either say yes or no. If he said yes, then the end of the story would just be very predictable. They would go to the dance, and during the slow dance they would romantically kiss under the rapidly changing color of the lights.

If he said no, then the ending would be a giant mystery. Jake would get the chance to go with another girl, but then Jennifer could steal his heart away from that girl, and take him for herself. Or, the ending could be of Jennifer and Jake never getting together and Jake could get together with that other girl.

The story was a basic romance…sort of. I guess it wasn't that basic, but it was of two people, a girl and a boy, falling in love for the rest of their lives. It was sort of like what happened to my sister and Jeremy, although Jeremy had instantly said yes to her, but I think that I'm going to have Jake say no to Jennifer. I wanted my readers, if I ever got any, to be surprised at the end, no matter what happens.

Jake looked at her without any idea as of what to say. He knew his answer, but he didn't want to break her heart with it. But he had to tell her, so he let it out in the easiest way he could.

"I'm sorry, Jennifer, really, I am. I'd love to go to the dance with you, but I'm already going with…Rachel Haley. I'm sorry."

The smile that had appeared on Jennifer's face vanished, and all of her hope went with it.

"Rachel…Haley?" She repeated the name with obvious disgust. But Jake nodded his head.

"I'm really sorry, Jen," he said again. He put his hand on her shoulder for a short moment, and then turned and walked away. Jennifer stared after him until he turned a corner and disappeared from her sight.

My favorite part about writing stories was coming up with the names for the characters. What I actually did was come up with random names, write them down on little pieces of paper, and then stick them in a hat or a bowl. Then I would draw what names I would use. I always loved doing it, and sometimes Phineas would help me with it.

I decided to practice my trumpet again for a little while. A half hour didn't seem enough for me.

I saved my work, closed my laptop, and set it at the end of my bed. I stood up and stretched my arms above my head, then walked out of the bedroom. My trumpet was downstairs, since I had practiced down there earlier this morning.

"It's happened!" my dad exclaimed to me as I reached the bottom of the stairs. "It's happened!"

"What has?" I asked, walking over to where my trumpet case sat on the floor.

"We just received a letter from Candace today! Jeremy proposed to her yesterday!" A smile immediately lit up my face.

"Candace is engaged?" I asked, my voice traveling through two octaves. I bent down so I could pick up my instrument. My fingers curled around the handle on the top of the case, and I lifted it off the ground.

"Yes! Isn't it exciting?!"

"When?"

"The letter didn't say, but I'm guessing they'll try to do it as soon as possible. Or they might wait until they graduate from college next summer."

I ran my free hand through my tousled green hair as the new information ran through my head. My sister was getting married, and that meant that soon, so would I.

"That's fantastic," I said, as my dad asked again if it was great.

I turned and started towards the stairs again. I nearly tripped on the first one, since I was too distracted with the news that I had just received.

I made it to my bedroom with my trumpet still in my hand. I set it down on my bed and went to get my music stand out of the closet. After I had it set up I got my music out of my backpack, and then moved my laptop onto my desk in the corner of the room.

"Married," I kept saying to myself as I opened the case and put the mouthpiece into the end of the trumpet. The trumpet was probably the easiest instrument to put together. Every day I watched the clarinets in my band take a minute to put the five pieces of their instrument together, and struggle to get their reeds in the perfect position. All us trumpets had to do was put a mouthpiece in, and it probably took a total of three seconds.

I pressed the cold metal mouthpiece to my lips, and blew into the instrument. I tuned the trumpet using the note of open G. When I had my instrument tuned I sorted through my music, looking for the song that we had been working on a lot lately.

Carol of the Bells was what it was called. Or some people called it Merry Bells of Christmas or Ukrainian Bell Carol. I really liked this song, and I played it the best out of the entire trumpet section in my band. We were going to play it at our next concert, which was only a week away.

I started at the spot that I had a little trouble with, which was around the middle of the piece.

After about ten minutes of practice I stopped and put my trumpet away. I didn't feel like playing anymore, though before I had heard the news of Candace's engagement I had been itching to play and I would have played for a lot longer.

I didn't get it. I had been eagerly awaiting the news of Candace's engagement ever since she and Jeremy moved in together after high school. But now, when it was actually going to happen, I wanted to rewind the last twenty minutes so I had never heard of it. Her engagement made me realize how close my future really was, and how my own marriage was just over the horizon. If I ever found that perfect girl.

Although I had found a girl that I was…interested in. Her name was Sara Cline, and she went to Danville's private school with me. She was just a grade ahead of me, though, so she probably wanted nothing to do with me.

After putting all my music stuff away, I dressed in a pair of jeans and a plain red T-shirt, and ran downstairs. I slipped into my black and white Nike tennis shoes and dashed outside. I sprinted as fast as I could down the sidewalk, not caring about the cold rain droplets that pierced my skin like icicles.

My foot caught on an uneven piece of cement, and I fell onto the wet pavement. I scratched my palms and I soon discovered that there was a new rip in the jeans I was wearing. The scrape on my knee was bleeding, and so were the ones on my palms, but I stood back up and kept running.

I had no idea where I was going.


Well, there's the first chapter. The ending might be a bit confusing, but you'll catch on in the next chapter, which I will try to update ASAP.

Please review! Thanks!

-Taylor