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The door creaked open and Ferb stuck his head in. "Phineas?"

"Dude, you can come in," I said. "It's your room too."

He silently walked in and sat down on my bed next to me. "Phineas, uh, listen . . ."

"Yeah bro, I'm all ears," I said, leaning back against the wall.

"I know this may be a shock, so try not to freak out, but Isabella wanted me to tell you that she's been in love with you since she was ten."

There was a moment of silence in which Ferb slightly recoiled, and I sat up and crossed my legs. "I know," I said. "I love her too."

"What! Are you joking?"

I shook my head flatly, "No, I've known the whole time. I thought it was obvious."

Ferb raised his eyebrows. "In what world has it been obvious?"

I shrugged. "I thought you knew."

He put a hand to his forehead. "Phineas, even I can't pretend that I knew that you felt this way. If I had no idea then neither did she, nor anyone else."

"Huh." I shook my head. "Well, I thought I was being obvious."

"No one else did."

"Fine," I huffed, getting up and starting out the door. "I do love her though." I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen, where I was just about to open the fridge when the doorbell rang. Sighing, I went to open it.

"Phineas Flynn-Fletcher, why didn't you tell me?!" Isabella shouted before I even managed to open the door all the way.

"Isabella, I'm sorry. I didn't know that you-"

"Didn't know that I didn't know?! Are you freaking kidding me?! How the hell was I supposed to?!"

"Isabella, I'm sorry that I hurt you, but I love you!"

Isabella huffed. "Sure, now you say it."

"It's true! I do!"

She shook her head and pressed her lips together. "Bye Phineas."

"Wait!" I called. "Isabella, I . . ." But it was no use. She had already ran across the street and slammed her front door, but not before graciously flipping me the bird.

"Crap," I said to myself, dropping to the floor and running my fingers through me hair. "How am I gonna get her back?"