Ferb slowly walked through the hallway, bouncing a basketball, lazily. National Hockey League star Luc Robitaille had introduced him and the gang to world famous basketball player Kobe Bryant, and they had all played one on one against him inside the gymnasium he and Phineas had built in the backyard. He sighed. Phineas and Ferb had managed to do everything on their list in addition to many other things. It sure had been a fun day, but school started tomorrow.

Sometimes it had felt as though this summer had been going on for years, but now it was all over. He and Phineas had to severely cut down on building time during the school year. The only real time they had was the weekends. As soon as they got home, Mom would make them a snack and they would hang out and talk to her a little, then they would have to do a large amount of homework. After that was complete, they had to shower, do their chores, find and clean Perry, eat dinner, maybe watch TV, and then go to bed right on time. Not to mention some days they had afterschool activities and clubs to go to. Summer was more precious than gold.

Ferb felt a little winded after today. After all, since he was the tallest, the guys had expected him to play the best. Of course, he had to live up to expectations. They had been doing a lot of sports, explosions, and burping in the last few weeks. Ferb kind of missed the days when they would do something fun, and a little girly, like floating in bubbles or selling lemonade. Ferb chalked that up to… oh, that reminded him of something!

Ferb stopped dribbling as he walked upstairs, and opened the door to his room. He threw the basketball (gently) somewhere on his general side of the room. He then looked over to his dozing roommate. Phineas' backpack was open and his new school stuff was all over his bed, so Ferb assumed he had been getting ready for school tomorrow before he nodded off. Showing no mercy, Ferb went up to Phineas and began poking him awake.

"Who!? What!? Where's Perry!?" said Phineas, as he woke up. "Oh Ferb, it's you. What time is it?"

Ferb pointed at the clock on the night table.

"Oh, right… it's ten already? Oh man, I wanted everything ready before then. I don't want to be late tomorrow! I'm going to bed." He said as he shoved everything in the backpack, and hurriedly changed into his pajamas.

Ferb changed as well, but he didn't rush into bed the way Phineas was. In fact, his arms were crossed as he watched his brother get under the covers.

"Phineas," he slowly started, "weren't you supposed to email Isabella?"

Phineas opened one eye from under his comforter. "I was?"

"Yes! Don't you remember what she said when she left… TWO WEEKS ago?"

"I'm sure she just meant not to be a stranger. I mean, constantly emailing her isn't going to help either of us get the most out of our days. Have you called her yet?" he asked, attempting to play the guilt card.

"Yes." Ferb said dryly.

It had been a little bit of an awkward phone call, honestly. Ferb had waited one day until Isabella was settled, then phoned her new number. She had eagerly answered, recognizing their number, but he could tell she hadn't been very excited it was him. He had listened to her chatter about how big her new house is, how Pinky loved the new birds to chase, and how she had contacted the local Fireside Girl troop. Of course, the conversation had been punctured with versions of "Is Phineas home?" and "Would Phineas like to talk?", but the answer was no. Phineas had been planning a funeral for a recently deceased goldfish (Buford was a mess!). Besides explaining where Phin was, all he had said was "Hi, it's Ferb" in the beginning, and "Bye" at the end. It's not like Isabella had been expecting much more then that.

Phineas just rolled to the other side and said, "I'll do it some other time. Gotta sleep now Ferb."

Ferb nodded slowly and said, "Ok. I'm not sleeping just yet. I promise not to be loud."

He didn't receive a response from the sleeping form that was Phineas, so he just dimmed the lights, grabbed his laptop, and hopped on his bed. He opened up his email. Neither of the brothers had ever needed to email Isabella before; she had always been right on the street. She had written down her email address and given it to them, and asked Phineas to just sign his name on his message so she could add him as a contact. Ferb began typing.

Dear Isabella, how are you? I'm so sorry I didn't email you earlier, but we had a lot going on. Today we shot hoops with Kobe Bryant. Maybe I can send you some pictures. How is Alaska? Is it any colder there? Has school started for you guys? Have you made any friends? I wish I could write more, but it's late. I know it's only six for you, but it's ten here. I'll respond to you as soon as possible.

From Ferb

Ferb scratched his head. Would this only make her feel like Phineas was ignoring her? Ferb knew how much she liked Phineas. He probably knew it better than anyone. Nothing would make Isabella happier than receiving an email from Phineas. Ferb looked at the clock, and then at his sleeping brother. His hand moved towards the "delete" button, and he began tapping it, then typing something new.

From Phineas