Hi, guys! ;W;

Thank you so much for all these lovely comments!

My Beta-Reader didn't answer, so... I just... decided to post the second chapter anyways.
I do hope it's enjoyable, though. Sometimes the translation might be a little bit weird, so please, forgive me. Ugghhh...

To all my German readers:

I've decided to put the German and already finished version of this fanfiction online as well! (:

The girl threw her bag on the floor of the hallway. She had been totally discontent.

It had always been hard to accompany Ferb on their way home, because the green haired boy mostly walked next to her in silence. He never joined her discussions – or replied hardly. When she talked to him, he sometimes stared at her like she was a lunatic or something.
But rarely she could see him smiling weakly while she worked herself up into non-existent problems. ( "So that girl told me that I would've copied her, because I've bought the same dress! That's so ridiculous!" ) And, actually, this fordable smile proved he was truly paying attention to her nagging.

However, after the "holding hands"-incident it felt like he had been talking even fewer. Ironically, it felt like Phineas had been acting weirdly towards her as well.
Or was she just imagining this? Somehow the feeling of remorse had crept into her subconscious and became manifested in there.
On the one hand she had been angry at Ferb, because it was like she had given him something he didn't even deserve, but on the other hand, she felt sorry for thinking that way. The young girl truly liked him after all. He was a nice guy, really.
But he just wasn't the guy she wanted to have by her side.

Isabella had been always closer to Ferb than she could've ever been to Phineas. Well, that was no rocket science, because the elder brother tended to follow him everywhere. In every aspect.

These two truly had been like night and day.
Phineas, always eloquent and happy. Ferb, quieter and… less happy?

How could one even characterise him?

In order to describe Phineas Isabella would've needed a lot of time, paper and ink to write every single thing down she appreciated and knew about him – in order to describe Ferb she would've needed material in the first place to write down one page at least.

Isabella sat down at the table. She had been close to dipping her head into the already in front of her placed soup bowl. Her mother commented on this with a casual "Is it volitional that some hair strands lie in the salad?" in Mexican.
Shortly Isabella lifted her gaze, grabbed her hair and pulled them back. "Sorry", she murmured.

Going by her daughter's facial expression she could tell that something had been bothering her. However, she also knew how teenagers rolled. Fifteen year old ladies always tend to being overdramatic - especially when it came up to their crushes – so she'd just wait until a bunch of complaints would suddenly escape her mouth.

The black haired girl sighed deeply, afterwards leaned back on her seat.
During lunch she barely ate or talked to her mother. She rather stared out of the window or stroked her little dog.
She truly didn't feel like talking. She wasn't going to tell her mother her teacher made her sit in the front row, wasn't going to go on ranting about not being the leading part in her best friend's - and crush's – life.
What did she even mean to him? Probably she was one of these - how do people call them? - friendzoned girls.

When Isabella went on rather stirring her soup than eating it, her mother finally started asking herself whether her daughter had joined the diet obsession of the coeval girls.

The girl just frowned, got up after a few minutes, went into the kitchen in order to get gummi bears demonstratively and finally disappeared into her room.

Well, puberty hit her hard.
Her moods changed within minutes. She knew it herself. And even worse, it had started annoying her.

The fifteen year old turned her laptop on, threw the package of gummi bears next to her on the table.
What was she going to do now? Homework?
Not likely.
Eating all of the gummi bears?
More likely.
However, disappointedly she noticed that most of the bears were orange, so she had to give up on her plan in no time.

She had been discontent. Bored.
And on top of everything she felt betrayed by her own fate.

The girl put her head on the table and stared at the walls in front of her.
Now she had even started feeling sick. Awesome.

And all this had happened just because she held the hand of young Fletcher for exactly 53 seconds. Besides, why wasn't he called Flynn by now? And what had happened to his mother? It would probably remain one of Ferb's and Phineas' many secrets.
Had they just stopped loving each other? Or did anyone die?

Whatever, they had found their home now. And by that, everything had been just fine, right?

Isabella rubbed her eyes. Within no time she started dozing, having her one of her typical daydreams until a loud jingle brought her back to the here and now.

Great.
Was Ferb now going to even destroy her daydreams? It seemed like his new life-task would be interrupting anything the Mexican girl was up to.

You've asked me to send you the answers of my math homework. Here they are. Ferb Fletcher, 5.00 pm

Ah, of course. She had asked for his results in order to compare them with her own ones later on. At least he had been useful for such things. On top of this, via Internet he had been much more talkative.

Why the boy barely spoke would probably stay a never-ending mystery. Maybe he had been traumatised by something? Or he had been just too lazy to talk. Or… whatever.
She didn't mind anyway.
In fact, everything about Ferb had been pretty much equal to her right now. He always had been responsible for the bad luck that happened to her when it came up to Phineas. He always interrupted, interfered their discussions or dates. When she wanted to watch a movie with Phineas, he always made it to put his oar in. Well, the circumstances truly had been weird ( the brothers… melted into… one? ) and so he went with them. Meaning, holding hands in a dark movie house auditorium would no longer be possible.

Ah, of course. Thank you! Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, 5.10 pm

She smiled briefly as she opened the file.
Every approach was explained briefly. Even better, she could actually read his handwriting. Usually it looked like the spidery hieroglyphics of a doctor.
Whatever, she wasn't going to complain. This had been truly nice of him.
Maybe sitting next to him wasn't going to be too bad? He had been useful at least during mathematic lessons.

And he always met Phineas in the breaks during lunchtime, so… yes, he was very useful.

She jumped down the last few stairs happily as the taller one followed her. Of course he didn't complain when Isabella asked her whether it'd be alright to meet Phineas as well.
He didn't even feel bothered when they nearly excluded him from their conversation. No, quite the contrary, he remained silent. Every now and then he let actions speak ( winked at some ladies of the senior classes ) or uttered ( as intelligent as always ) one or two sentences.

So, they've spent a few months like this.
A few steps in front of the school became their daily meeting point. Isabella had to admit that she cherished their meetings and discussions. It made school a lot more endurable and fun.
However, suddenly Ferb stopped coming along for a whole month long.
A month filled with chances. A month she could've embraced in order to tell Phineas what she felt like or at least that she wanted to date him.
But she never told him so.
So many opportunities to do so.

But when she asked this one sentence, this one particular sentence, she lost all of them: "Well, Phineas. Do you know what Ferb's doing?"
The red haired one just shrugged and tilted his head to the side. "I dunno. Probably hanging out with his girlfriend.", he answered briefly.

The corner of Isabella's mouth twitched.

And she just didn't know why.