At the Flynn-Fletcher house two 14-year-old boys were cleaning up the garage. "I didn't know we had this much stuff in here Ferb." Phineas managed to say while carrying a large box. Ferb shrugged his shoulders, then bent down and picked up another large box and moved it. "Where did Dad want these again." The shorter one inquired. He listened for his brother's reply but couldn't hear one so he continued to walk forward until he bumped into something.

"Ugh." Ferb uttered. "Will you watch where you're going?" Phineas took a step back and put the box down. "I asked you where Dad wanted the boxes. You didn't answer me." Ferb rolled his eyes, not that Phineas could see. "We were told the boxes had to be placed in the driveway."

Phineas picked the box up again and moved it beside the others that Ferb had placed. "I wonder what Dad wants all these for." Phineas said as he started to open a box. Ferb just shrugged his shoulders and went back into the garage for another load.

Phineas was used to his brother's silence, as they continued moving boxes out of the garage and on the driveway. A thought struck the younger of the two brothers, so he decided to ask the elder boy.

"Ferb?"

Ferb stopped and looked at his red-headed step-brother, "Yes, Phineas?"

"Have you ever had a crush on someone?"

Ferb sighed as he set down the large box. He closed his eyes for a brief moment before replying, "Yes, why are you asking?"

Memories of an older girl with long brown hair, wearing a black outfit flitted through his head. He knew it was a lost cause, even three years ago... but a boy could dream couldn't he? Lately he'd caught himself looking at a few different girls. Some of them could be considered pretty, but Ferb didn't consider himself to be the type of guy who just looked at a girl's looks. He thought of one girl in particular. He thought she was cute, he knew she was smart, he also found himself pondering... from time to time... if he should ask her out.

Phineas looked to the back gate. "How do you know if you've got a crush on someone?" Ferb looked at his brother and blinked. 'At least he didn't ask me what it feels like to be in love with someone' he thought. The shorter of the two sat down on the ground and started playing with some pebbles. "Every time I'm in proximity, not even really close proximity... to Is- someone, I start to feel strange. In a good way, you know?"

Ferb took a seat beside him. "Describe this strange feeling you've experienced." Phineas looked directly at his brother. "Well, my heart rate seems to accelerate, my palms get sweaty and I can't seem to think straight." Ferb bit the insides of his cheeks and his eyes went wide. "What's wrong Ferb, you look as though you're either going to be sick or you're trying not to laugh at me."

Ferb regained control of himself for a few moments before he replied, "Phineas you have a crush on someone."

"What?!" Phineas exclaimed.

"So who exactly do you feel like this around?" Ferb inquired with a smirk.

"No way Ferb! Not until you tell me if you have a crush on someone," Phineas shot back.

Ferb bit his tongue. He was debating whether or not he should say. He could mention that he used to have a crush on...Vanessa? That's right Vanessa. He wasn't so sure if he should mention the only girl he had met that could match wit with the best.

Ferb looked cautiously at his brother. He looked to the gate and took a breath. "You want to know who I've got a crush on?" He inquired. Phineas nodded his head. "Yes. Yes I do." The taller teen stood up and turned his back to Phineas. "I've got a crush on Isabella." He said and hung his head and grinned. Phineas leapt to his feet. "WHAT?! Are you insane Ferb? How could you possibly have a crush on her?" He ranted as he balled his hand into a fist and raised it to strike.

Ferb turned around and was hit on the shoulder by his brother who was obviously distressed about something. Ferb suddenly became serious, stepped back and made a grab for Phineas' hands as they were coming at him again. "Stop. Just stop. It was a joke. Haud yer wheesht!" Phineas stopped at that. Ferb rubbed at his sore shoulder.

"That's not a joke Ferb!" Phineas said, breathing hard. Ferb started laughing. "You should have seen the look on your face though. At least I got my answer. Time to get back to these boxes, they're not going to move themselves."

Phineas' face was now a bright red. He was now grumbling under his breath about how Ferb's joke wasn't at all funny. He whirled around after setting his box down.

"Who do you seriously like?" Phineas inquired quickly.

Ferb was taken slightly aback at his brother's persistence.

"Will you leave me alone if I tell you?" Ferb asked.

"Of course," Phineas assured him.

"Well she's one of Isabella's friends," Ferb admitted slowly.

"Please tell me it isn't Adyson," Phineas pleaded.

"Definitely not," Ferb replied, stone faced, "It's..."

Phineas' eyes were starting to bug out of his head in anticipation of his brother's answer. Ferb started to rub at his temples. "Well...?" Phineas prodded. Ferb glared at him. "Gretchen." He quietly muttered.

Phineas blinked. "I didn't quite catch that bro, can you repeat yourself?" It was Ferb's turn to have his eyes bug out. "No. I'm not repeating myself to you. What does it matter anyhow? You can barely admit to yourself who you've got a crush on, though it's so obvious." He almost yelled at Phineas while pulling at his own hair.

"Hey, I'm just curious bro." Phineas tried to calm himself and his brother down. Ferb nodded. "Fine. You like Isabella. Great, fabulous." Ferb said. Phineas looked at him. "And you like...Gretchen? Hey that's great! Maybe we can..." Phineas was talking when Ferb stepped up beside him and clamped a hand over his mouth. "Shhh."

"You are not to breathe a word of this to anyone. Not even Izzy," Ferb hissed in Phineas's ear, "We have a pretty good friendship going and I don't want to freak her out by telling her that I like her."

Phineas nodded behind Ferb's grip. He then got a mischievous thought and licked Ferb's hand.

"Eeeurgh! Phineas!" Ferb yelped wiping his hand on his pants, "That was gross."

"Got you to let go didn't I?" Phineas smirked.

"Phineas you have to promise you won't say a word, I'm serious," Ferb pleaded with him.

"I solemnly swear that I won't say a thing, if I do you can call me a git or whatever and tell me 'no' to any invention ideas I come up with for two weeks," Phineas replied, raising his right hand in a vow.

"I'm holding you to that." Ferb said and pointed at him. Phineas nodded. Ferb eyed the younger one from the corner of his eye. "Trust me... I can call you worse than a git." He said and turned to walk away then continued "It'll take you 20 minutes to look it up and you'll forget why."

Phineas barely caught that last, but he did. 'Wow, he's serious.' He thought then followed Ferb back to the garage and the last few boxes.