Well, I love you guys. A lot of people seemed very interested in the story, based on just one chapter of my nonsense. Sorry, but this story just might take a little while for updates, considering I'm totally pulling ideas out of thin air. I have a vacation coming up, so the next chapter will at least get written, if not posted. Ha ha, well, the college life continues.

Phineas slid down low in his seat. Soooo close. He was soooo close to fall break. Sure, it was not much more than a long weekend, but god, he really needed this. He felt more excited about this long weekend than half his summer breaks, if that was even possible. He would finally have time with Isabella and Ferb would be here, and it would just be awesome.

"So, have a great fall break everyone. Remember to have those papers on my desk at the beginning of next class."

Papers? Oh, crap! Of all things… he had forgotten his English paper! Great, just great! This was so not like him. What was going on with him? He was going to a great school and dating his dream girl! Yet, somehow, it felt like college was constantly punching him in the face. Now he would have to spend a decent chunk of his vacation writing this paper.

"Bye Phineas!" A few of his friends waved as they left. Phineas just kept walking, blankly.

This was really going to mess his weekend up. He wouldn't be able to show Ferb around campus or anything. He would have to count on Isabella.

"Hey, Phineas." Dwayne said as he came in. "Are you sure your brother can like, fit in here?" The only thing they could fit in the room was a single person air mattress that, while blown up, took up all the walking space in the room.

"Errgh!" Phineas fell backwards onto his bed.

"What?" Dwayne said.

"I forgot, I have a paper due first thing after break." Phineas whimpered. "A big one. That I haven't even started."

"Duuuude." Dwayne said, shaking his head. "You screwed up. Big time."

"I know! What is wrong with me?" Phineas asked seriously.

Dwayne shrugged. "Don't ask me. I barely got in here. You could be going to any school in the world. So, if you were planning on failing, you could be failing at Harvard or something."

"I'm not failing." Phineas snapped. "My paper will be fine. I just have to write it. I'm just… off my game."

"Whatever." Dwayne replied. "Aren't you supposed to pick your brother up at the airport?"

Phineas literally started banging his head against his dresser. "Ow. I guess I'm going to have to ask Isabella to do it."

Ferb couldn't believe how happy he actually felt when the plane touched down. The other Fletchers used to tease him about being more Yank than Brit, as if it was some sort of insult. He had never really chosen one over the other, but it hit him now that maybe he really had become a Yank, even after choosing to go back to school in England.

He only had one carry-on bag, so he was out of there fairly quickly. International commercial travel could be a pain. Life had become a lot more boring since he and his friends had grown up, and that was saying a lot, considering that they had always been pretty mature.

"Ferb!" Isabella ran up to him and hugged him, dressed in pink with her ponytail slightly puffier than usual.

He rested his head on top of hers. "Hi Bella."

She gently pulled away. "You came! You can thank me for the idea!"

He smiled.

"Which is so great because…" She gritted her teeth. "Phineas has work this weekend."

"Really?" He groaned.

He could tell by her look she wasn't pleased. This was the same look that she used to get whenever he would ignore her as kids. That was one thing Ferb had never quite understood about Isabella and Phineas' relationship. How could it work if Phineas never quite met her expectations? She adored him, but the fact was that Phineas would never turn into the "centaur" she wanted. Even when they were together.

Of course, Ferb wasn't thrilled either. One of the biggest reasons he had come was to spend time with Phineas. He wasn't going home, he was only staying at Tristate State. So what was he was going to do? He didn't know anyone else… except Isabella.

"Ferb?"

Vanessa? It seemed as though an enormous party had just entered the airport through the doorway he was leaving through, led by none other than his girlfriend. He could make out her parents and lots of her friends, mainly the extremely perky brunette Lacie clapping her hands together. Ferb awkwardly waved.

"Ferb! What are you doing here?" Vanessa exclaimed. "You're supposed to be in England."

It just occurred to him then that he had never once told his girlfriend he would be coming back to the US this week. Oops. Maybe he wasn't the best at this long-distance thing. He noticed that she, and everyone else with her, all had big suitcases. They were going on a flight, not coming back.

Vanessa groaned. "Ferb, I'm leaving this week for my friend's wedding. You should have told me you were coming!" Great. Now his girlfriend was upset too.

"Ferb, come on… Oh, hi Vanessa." Isabella said.

"Hi Isabella. Don't you look cute?"

Ferb wasn't sure if she meant to or not, but Vanessa's statement literally exposed how much older than him and his friends she was. They were still teenagers and here she was, off with her friends, living the twenty-something life, getting married and living on their own.

"Well, uh, we've really got to go." Isabella said.

Vanessa didn't even say goodbye, she just turned to go herself. She was probably mad.

"Ferb! You didn't tell your girlfriend you were coming!" Isabella hit him.

"Ow!"

"I can't believe you didn't tell her! You talk to me literally everyday!" She continued.

Still rubbing his arm, he realized this was true. Whether it was by text, phone, video chat, or online, he did have some sort of contact with Isabella almost everyday. Generally that was because she contacted him, but still. Isabella Garcia-Shapiro really was, besides Phineas, his closest friend.

"I hate this." Phineas said out loud, as he sat on his bed, typing. "The rules for the prompt are so… restrictive." That was one thing that certainly bothered Phineas, not being allowed to be creative.

"I hate all work." Dwayne said, not even looking up from his phone. Suddenly, he sat up. "DUDE! You will not believe this! Beta Omega Rho is having a party this weekend! Like for everyone: frats, sisters, freshmen, nerds, teachers, EVERYONE. I heard their parties are incredible! This is going to be EPIC."

"I can't come Dwayne." Phineas said. "Hello? Paper?"

"Party is tomorrow." Dwayne replied.

"Well, this paper is never going to get done if you keep bothering me!" Phineas snapped.

"Jesus."

Phineas hung his head. "I'm sorry. I was just looking forward to this weekend, and now it's ruined."

"Okay, what the actual hell, guys? I specifically told you to keep this door locked and closed!"

"Eh, piss off Iz." Dwayne said. "Your boyfriend is having a crisis."

"Well, he can take a break to say hi to…"

"Ferb!" Phineas excitedly got up to hug his brother, but couldn't really make it around the air mattress.

"That, for the record, is your bed." Dwayne said. "Hi. I'm Dwayne."

"He's a jerk but we love him anyway." Isabella said sweetly. "And this is Ferb."

Ferb shook Dwayne's hand and Phineas finally made it to hug him.

"I'm so sorry Ferb. I wanted to pick you up, but I got sidelined with a paper. I can't keep track of anything without you here!" Phineas said.

"I have no idea where to put this." Dwayne said, staring at Ferb's suitcase. He ended up shoving it into Phineas' closet.

"I… like your room." Ferb really couldn't think of a compliment for the gross shoebox the boys lived in. Especially compared to his own single in England.

"Iz, did you hear about Beta Omega Rho's party?" Dwayne asked.

"Oh, no way! Their parties are supposed to be amazing!" She exclaimed.

"So, that seals it! We're going!" Dwayne said.

"Dwayne, I told you…"

"Shut up, nerd. Just because you have homework doesn't mean that Isabella, Ferb, and I have to miss out on the greatest party of the semester!" Dwayne declared. "And bring your roommate, she's hot."

"Which one?" Isabella asked.

"Annika, not the other one. She's… bleugh!" He made a face.

"That is so mean!" Isabella said. "Anyway, she doesn't even go out. At all. Like no social life. As for Annika… well, I can ask her. I could definitely try harder to make friends with her."

"You guys suck." Phineas grumbled.

"Phineas, please?" Isabella asked sweetly.

"Fine."

"Oh yeah, using the girlfriend powers." Dwayne said, nodding.

"Ok, I'm heading to my dorm. I'll meet you guys back here tomorrow night." Isabella said.

"Do you need anyone to walk you?" Ferb piped up.

"Aww, Ferbie. I'm fine, trust me. See you guys! And, for Christ's sake, lock this!" She declared, shutting the door.

"Wait, I'm going to get something to eat." Dwayne said, following her.

Ferb poked at the inflatable mattress before sitting down on it. He stared at his brother, who had turned glumly back to his work. Phineas wasn't happy. Ferb could instantly tell. The dorm was gross. He had lots of work. His girlfriend expected too much from him. Phineas was in over his head juggling college work, his first serious relationship, and his own crazy amazing ideas.

But so was Ferb.