Ferb walked into the house while Phineas and Isabella talked.

Isabella stood in the middle of the driveway, twisting coyly at the waist. "So, Phineas. Do you want to come over this evening? My Mom's not home, we can watch a movie," she said sweetly.

With a smile, Phineas replied. "Sure, I've got a new science fiction movie we can watch. There's an interview with the director and special effects artists I'd like to see."

Isabella looked to the ground. "Sure thing. Then maybe we can watch something else? A comedy perhaps?"

Phineas cocked his head to the side. "We'll see how late it is first. I have to be home by curfew."

Isabella started to walk across the street.

"See you soon," Phineas called out to her and she turned around.

"You can count on it," she replied and stepped onto the sidewalk, on her side of the street.

The garage door opened and Ferb backed Phineas' truck down the driveway. Phineas watched as Ferb put the vehicle in gear and drove off. He then went into the house and tossed his bag into the corner. "I'm going over to Isabella's for a few hours," he told his mother.

Ferb picked Melissa up then drove to Django's house and helped the artist load his pieces into the back of the truck. "Hey Ferb, you've got blankets and sleeping bags in the back. Have you two got something planned for later?" Django inquired.

Ferb shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe just lay back and do some stargazing," he said as he looked to his girlfriend, who smiled back.

Django laughed. "Yeah, right."

Once all the pieces were loaded, Ferb drove to pick up Milly, Django's girlfriend; then off to the gallery to set up the exhibit.

Ferb and Django erected the display panels while girls were chatting.

Django looked to his friend. "So. You guys have been together for a while," he stated.

Ferb nodded in reply.

"How long has it been?" Django asked.

Ferb secured the locking pin in place then replied, "Three years."

Django held the next panel in place while Ferb secured the locking pin. "Can I ask you something?"

Ferb nodded.

"When did you start... you know… sleeping with her?"

Ferb raised an eyebrow. "Does it matter?"

Django laughed. "Dude, I just want to know. Milly and I've been going out for a couple of months and I think she's wanting to go all the way."

The girls came back into the gallery, and Milly ran up to Django, flung her arms around his neck, and kissed him hard. She then pulled back. "Miss me?"

Django grinned. "Every second I don't see you, I miss you."

Ferb rolled his eyes and offered his girlfriend a slight smile. She shyly smiled back and let him take her hand.

"Oh, they're so perfect together!" Milly squealed causing the other girl to blush and hide her face in Ferb's jacket.

It didn't take long to finish setting up the exhibit. The four teens went back to the truck and Ferb dropped Django and Milly off at her place. "Good night, you two," Django called out as he closed the door. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," the artist teased as Ferb drove away.

Ferb drove to the lake and parked the truck. "Care to do some stargazing?" he asked quietly as he tucked a lock of hair behind his girlfriend's ear.

She smiled back at him. "I'd love to," she said, and kissed him.

They climbed out of the cab and relaxed in the bed of the truck. "It's so peaceful out here," she commented.

Ferb looked at the stars. "Mmm," he sounded and rested his hand on hers. They lay back and watched the stars for a while, they even saw a satellite make it's way across the night sky.

"Ferb?" she asked.

He turned his head to look at her and raised an eyebrow.

"Have you ever thought about having sex?" she asked.

He sat up and looked directly at her. "I've thought about it," he admitted tentatively. She cast her eyes away from him and he reached out for her hands. "You still don't feel ready," he whispered.

She shook her head. "I'm so sorry, Ferb." She started to sob.

Ferb pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. "If you're not ready, you're not ready. It's okay," he soothed. She looked at him with watery eyes. Ferb smiled and gave her a tender kiss. "Besides," he added "I'd rather make love to you."

She smiled at him. "Really?" she asked. Ferb nodded then kissed her.

They lay back and continued to look at the stars for a while longer. "You don't mind?" she whispered.

"I'll wait as long as necessary," Ferb replied, and was startled when she flung herself onto him and passionately kissed him.

"I"ll see you tomorrow," she called out after Ferb kissed her goodnight on her front porch.

"Seven o'clock," Ferb confirmed, then got into the truck and drove home.

Ferb opened the door and stepped into the house. "Good evening son, how was your date?" Lawrence inquired from where he was sitting watching TV.

"I had a great time, thanks for asking. I've got a busy day tomorrow, I'm heading to bed now," Ferb replied and went upstairs. He knocked once on his brother's bedroom door then opened it. Phineas wasn't there. Ferb tossed the keys to the truck onto his brother's desk, closed the door and went to his own room.

Ferb glanced at the clock as he lay down, 10:00pm. He then remembered that the clock was set ahead and he ran downstairs to double check the time in the kitchen.

"Where's the fire son?" Lawrence laughed as Ferb stumbled off the last step and bolted forward through the living room.

Ferb dashed into the kitchen and looked at the microwave display. 9:50pm. He casually walked back into the den. "Father, may I inquire as to the time?" Ferb asked.

Lawrence chuckled. "Let's see…" he said as he pressed the button on the TV remote. "It's almost ten." Ferb nodded and went back upstairs.

Ferb lay back down on his bed and closed his eyes.

The door was flung open and the light snapped on. "Ferb!" Phineas hollered as he came into the room and sat on his brother's bed. "Ferb, wake up." Phineas started to shake Ferb's shoulders. Phineas was shaking his brother's shoulders when Ferb woke up and sat up, colliding with Phineas.

"I'm up, I'm up," Ferb said as he rubbed his head.

Phineas sat back and rubbed his own head. "I think I'm in trouble Ferb," he said.

Ferb raised an eyebrow, then got out of bed and sat on the edge as he held his head in his hands.

"What's wrong Ferb?" Phineas inquired, concerned.

Ferb looked at him out of the corner of his eye. "You wanted my help with something?" he said, and Phineas nodded.

Phineas took a breath and launched into a full description of events from earlier in the evening. "She tried to kiss me. I rushed home as soon as I could. I don't want to hurt her feelings, but I don't know what's going on."

Ferb blinked at his brother and sighed. "Did you try to kiss her back?"

Phineas shook his head violently. "I can't. I mean… I could. Part of me really wants to, but there's this other part that's telling me it's wrong to kiss Isabella."

Ferb sat up straighter and looked directly at Phineas. "Explain, 'it's wrong to kiss Isabella'."

Phineas nodded. "The thought of kissing her is… well…" Phineas visibly shuddered. "Let's just say I wouldn't kiss you, Ferb."

Ferb feigned a hurt expression and replied slowly, "I see."

Phineas waved his hands about. "Don't get me wrong, I think you're a good looking guy. It's no wonder you've had the same girlfriend for a couple of years."

Ferb glanced at the clock. "What exactly are you wanting from me?"

Phineas' shoulders slumped. "I don't know. Have you any advice for me?"

Ferb stretched his neck then replied. "You have to ask yourself. 'Do I want to date girls or guys?' First come up with that answer, then I'll help you."

Phineas stood up and walked over to the door. "Okay Ferb. Oh, one last question," he said and saw Ferb raise an eyebrow. Phineas then continued, "What possessed you to… you know… the hair?"

Ferb snorted in laughter. "That's what happens when I get two hours sleep."

Phineas grinned. "I re-set your alarm. Can we call a truce?" Ferb nodded.

Phineas clicked the light switch and closed the door. Ferb crawled back into bed and fell asleep.

In the morning Phineas awoke and went downstairs for breakfast. "Morning, Champ," Lawrence greeted from behind his paper.

"Morning Dad." Phineas replied as he took his seat at the table and looked around. "Uh, have you seen Ferb this morning?" he asked.

Linda put a plate of pancakes in front of him. "He left half an hour ago, he'll be home after dinner."

Phineas went into the backyard and tried to sketch out a blueprint. He had no idea what he wanted to build. The back gate opened up. "Whatcha' doin'?" Isabella greeted as she came in.

Phineas looked up. "Just thinking."

Isabella came closer to where he was sitting. "Whatcha' thinking about?"

Phineas startled. "Uh, stuff… guy stuff… Ferb."

Isabella planted her hands on her hips. "You're thinking about Ferb?" she asked.

Phineas nodded. "Not like that. Well, not completely. You see, he and I have an… understanding. He helps me with things. Not just ideas but problems; real guy problems. He has a way of… how do I say this? He relaxes me you know?"

Isabella burst into tears and left.

The following week was uneventful, until Friday evening. Melissa came over for dinner. Everyone sat down and Linda put the roast on the table. "Thank you, Ms. Flynn," Melissa said with a smile.

"Don't mention it dear. You're practically family," Linda replied.

Phineas started eating his dinner and nodded to his classmate as he smiled. She coughed lightly and looked to Ferb. "Ferb, can you pass the dinner rolls." Ferb passed the bowl of rolls and noticed the scowl on his brother's face. He then tilted the bowl toward Phineas as he raised an eyebrow.

After dinner the young couple went into the den to watch some TV.

"Ferb," she started. "Phineas asked me to help him play a trick on you." She continued and Ferb raised an eyebrow and glanced toward the living room, then asked, "What is his idea of a trick this time?" Linda was bringing dessert to Ferb and Melissa, she paused before stepping into the den and overheard what was being said.

The young girl looked worriedly to Ferb. "I'm pregnant."

There was a crash as the dessert dishes fell from Linda's hands. "FERB!" she screeched causing her son to leap off the couch and spin around to look at his mother. "WHAT is the meaning of this?" Linda hollered.

Ferb's eyes went wide. "No. You don't understand," he tried.

Linda stepped up to him and poked him with her index finger. "I understand perfectly young man. You had better do the right thing. As for you, young lady… I'm sorry and I hope that your parents have a long talk with you about what you've done. You've gone and ruined both your lives. You're still high school students. You had your whole lives ahead of you. I thought we raised you better. Go to your room! No, scratch that. Go sit in the kitchen, I don't want either of you out of my sight."

The two teens walked out of the den and paused in front of a stunned Phineas. Ferb shot his brother a glare then turned to his girlfriend and took her hands in his. "The truth being what it is… Melissa, will you marry me?" he asked as he looked into her eyes.

She returned his gaze. "Ferb," she whispered. "...are you joking?"

Ferb turned and smirked at his brother then ran his hands down her sides before resting them on her waist. "No. Not about something this important," he replied softly.

Phineas' jaw dropped. "Ferb, you can't..." he said.

Ferb continued to look into her eyes as he ignored his brother's protests. Melissa nodded. She thought it was part of the joke. "Of course I'll marry you Ferb."

Ferb pulled out his keys. "Come on sweetheart, let's leave," he said as he placed his hand protectively on her back and directed her to the garage.

Linda continued to stand in the living room, fuming. Phineas looked up from where he was seated on the couch. "It was supposed to be a joke. I had no idea she really was pregnant."

Linda turned on him. "You knew all along? You knew and didn't say anything? Why didn't you stop him? I don't want to hear of you starting a family now." Phineas nodded and looked to the floor.

Ferb drove to his sister's house. They got out of the car and knocked on the door. Jeremy answered and invited them in.

A few hours later, Candace went to pick up some of Ferb's clothes as well as his computer and his school bag. "Candace, it's so good to see you honey." Linda said as she embraced her daughter.

"Sure Mom. What happened to Ferb? He doesn't seem quite himself." Candace inquired.

Linda indicated a chair at the dining room table. "Ferb and Melissa are going to be parents. I'm going to be a grandmother, Candace. I'm not ready for that." Linda said.

Candace smiled. "You are a grandmother."

Linda narrowed her eyes at her daughter a moment. "You're taking his side?"

Candace shook her head. "I'm not taking anyone's side," she said and started to laugh.

"What's so funny, Candace?" Linda inquired.

Candace fanned herself with her hand. "It's quite amusing actually. Ferb and Melissa; they're not having a baby. It was a joke."

Linda started to turn red in the face. "That's not funny Candace, that's not something we joke about."

Candace looked at her mother. "No, really. She's not pregnant."

Linda stood abruptly. "If those two think it's a joke talking about starting a family, they can just get married. The joke will be on them. If they want to pretend to be adults, they can start acting like adults."

Candace packed up her brother's belongings and went home. "Ferb?" she called as she opened the door.

The 17-year-old lifted his head out of his hands and looked at her, from where he was seated on the couch. "I've got some good news and some bad news for you. Which would you prefer?" she asked him as she sat beside him.

"The bad news," he whispered.

Candace gave him a quick hug. "You're getting married on Saturday," she told him and he started to visibly tremble. "It's okay Ferb, the good news is that Mom's happy for you two. Now how about you get some sleep?"

Ferb nodded and started toward the guest room, pausing to look at his sister. "I can't believe how stupid I am. I never wanted any of this to happen," he said as he left.

Phineas was in his room, listening to his parents yell and berate Ferb. His phone rang and he answered it. "Oh, hi Isabella," he said dispiritedly. "Nothing's the matter, why would anything be the matter? Oh, you saw Candace's car leave. Uh, yeah… she just stopped by to say 'hi'. You know, because she doesn't live here any more," he said as he scratched at his ear, thankful that she couldn't see him. "I don't feel like going out right now. I'm…. I'm not feeling well, I should just go to bed. Night." Phineas disconnected the call and looked out his window. He could see the light from Isabella's room.

Phineas spent his Sunday morning trying to call and text Ferb. "I've got to apologise to him," he muttered to himself as he sat under the oak tree in the backyard.

Ferb was sitting in his sister's kitchen staring at a cup of coffee and a piece of toast when Jeremy came over and sat down. "Lost your appetite?"

Ferb nodded.

"Want to talk about it?"

Ferb pondered this for a moment.

Jeremy looked at his brother-in-law. "Ferb?"

The 17-year-old looked up at the man of the house. "I'm scared," he said. "I'm not ready to be a husband."

Jeremy patted him on the back. "I understand, I wasn't ready to become a father at such a young age either."

Ferb shook his head. "I'm not a father."

Jeremy smiled. "Well, not yet, but before you know it…"

Ferb abruptly stood up. "Not for another few years if I've anything to say about it."

Jeremy seemed confused. "You're going to force her to…"

Ferb interrupted. "NO! She's not pregnant. She's never been pregnant. We've never slept together!"

Jeremy sat silent for a couple of minutes absorbing the information he just learned. Ferb collapsed into the kitchen chair again and covered his face with his hands. "Wow. You two have been going together for a few years, everyone must have been under the impression that… well, I guess that's some good news."

Ferb drew a shaky breath. "How is it good news? By this time next week I'll be married. I'm 17-years-old. I'm not ready for this."

Candace came into the kitchen. "Ferb, Phineas would like to talk with you," she said as she tried to hand him her phone.

Ferb's eyes went cold and he shook his head.

"Ferb," she said. He pushed past her and grabbed his jacket off the coat tree. Candace followed him. "Ferb, where are you going?"

With his hand on the doorknob, Ferb dropped his head. "I'm going to visit my fiancée," he said quietly before leaving.