I do not yet own Phineas and Ferb
Chapter authored by Razzleberry123

Isabella spent nearly thirty minutes trying to grasp the idea of going out with Phineas. But, the very first thing she did when she finally calmed down from her frenzy of excitement, was grab her phone and call Gretchen.

"He-"

"GRETCHEN! Oh my gosh, guess what?" Isabella shrieked into the phone before Gretchen could even get the last syllable out.

"Whoa, slow down, crazy. Slow down." Gretchen calmly said. "What happened?"

"Guess, you have to guess!" Isabella said in a sing-song voice.

"Are you going on a date with Phineas?" Asked Gretchen.

"WRONG! I'M GOING ON... Wait, what? How did you know?" inquired Isabella as her mood changed quickly from excitement to puzzlement.

"I called Irving and he told me. Remember he has hidden cameras wired all over Phineas and Ferb's house?" Gretchen responded.

"Oh, right. Cool, I guess. In a creepy sort of way." Said Isabella nervously. "Wait, hold the phone!...No, Gretch, not literally."Isabella rolled her eyes As Gretchen put Isabella back on from hold.

"Sorry, chief." Gretchen said sheepishly.

"Ok, so what I was trying to say was, why were you even asking Irving about Phineas and Ferb? Hmmm?" Isabella said suspiciously, "Do you like Irving?"

"What? Eww, I think I just threw up a little! Why in the world would I like that creepy stalker!?" asked a repulsed cheeks then grew hot. "Actually, um, well..." Gretchen hesitated.

"Come on, girl! Spit it out already." Isabella urged.

"Okay, just don't...don't laugh. I have a crush on, um, Ferb." Gretchen said softly, her cheeks burning.

"Gretchen, that's great!" Isabella exclaimed.

"Yeah, but don't tell anyone yet. I...I'm not ready for anyone else to know." Gretchen said.

"Okay, I get it. Maybe you should come over." Isabella glanced at her watch. " I have some time before my date."

Gretchen raised one eyebrow. "Girlfriend, seriously? You don't remember? I moved to Hollywood? For my dad's filmmaking job?"

"Oh yeah." Isabella sighed, felling deflated.

"Hey, come on, chief. Remember, you have a date to go on!" Gretchen encouraged.

"Yes, but still..." Isabella said wistfully.

"I know. Hey, maybe you can visit sometime!" Gretchen said, her voice full of hope.

"Okay!" agreed Isabella. She looked at her watch again, and realized she was running out of time. "Well, Gretch, I've got to go now. I'll call you later."

"In that case, bye! Good luck on your date!" giggled Gretchen.

"Bye." Isabella snapped her phone shut and raced up the steps of her house and entered her room. She was tempted to flop on her bed and call everyone she knew to tell them all about her date. But, she strode over to the bathroom door to redo her hair.

Skillful and experienced fingers lightly did her hair in a fishtail once more. She studied herself in the mirror, judging her hairdo. Perfect. I don't want to seem to desperate as to redo my hair entirely, Isabella thought. She grabbed her coral lipstick and put on a fresh layer, doing the same with her mascara, blush, eyeshadow and eyeliner. Allowing herself one last quick glance in the mirror, she retrieved her phone from the bathroom counter and slung her leather purse over her shoulder.

She bounded down the stairs like a sugar-high child and reached the door. She quickly unlocked it, but slowly opened the door itself. She took a deep breath before setting foot on the welcome mat placed outside her house.

Well, thought Isabella nervously, here goes nothing.