Ahh yes chapter 3. I don't know whether I like this chapter or not. Hmm. Review please and tell me. And oh lord, the reviews I've gotten—though not that many—have been fucking inspiring. Your reviews are what keep me writing! They're the lifeblood of this story. Oh and I super duper recommend that you watch the movie Brothers of the Head because that's what this whole story was inspired by! Phineas is the Barry Howe character, Ferb is Tom Howe and Isabella is Laura Ashworth. But—fuck I have SO much more to write. Phineas has such a deeper tale to tell. I'm focusing less on the 2006-2007-2008 years, 2009-2010 is where we're really gonna delve into the heavy shit. Uhh not too much else to say…just don't lose hope in this story, I'm updating as quick as possible. Yet again I wanted to make this chapter longer but I really wanted to post SOMETHING so I ended it here. Oh and on another note the songs The Highlighters write is gonna be the songs The Bang Bang write in Brothers of the Head, which is why you NEED to watch it! I dunno if there are downloads for the music from Brothers of the Head, I had to buy the soundtrack…but trust me it's worth it. The songs from that film are absolutely tear jerking. So please, PLEASE watch it because to understand the rest of the story WELL you should see it. Kay…if you read this unnaturally long note than kudos, if you didn't—I don't blame you! R&R

~~Mick~~!

Disclaimer: Phineas & Ferb aint mine neither is Heart Shaped Box by Nirvana [listen to it while you read this]

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak

I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks

I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap

I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black

Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Your advice

Cut my self on angel hair and baby's breath

"The fame came easily after that" I breathe from my chair—its metal seat is about as cold and uncaring as Isabella's persona.

"Did it Mr. Flynn?" Her voice is sharp, short…with a nonchalance that makes me feel sick. Like she's just brushing it all off, pretending that someone so close never died. Like…like there was never a Ferb Fletcher. But she can't deny his life—no one can. He was fucking brilliant, he had it all…he was an earth bound god…and no one can forget someone like that. In every decade—era—life-- there is that—someone—that makes your heart skip a beat, makes you feel nauseous with anticipation, makes you sweat, makes you cry time after fucking time because they've got than undeniable something that-no matter how hard you try—you can't get over. That was Ferb. Yeah it was all about the music—it really was—but more than anything—it was him, the Jimi Hendrix of a new generation that the world fell head over heels in love with.

"Well—fame is never easy." I'm struggling for the right words—words always fall short trying to talk about Ferb-because he is—was—indescribable. "…I mean, we had our struggles getting to the top sure but—the road was paved. One way or another we were gonna get famous—sooner or later—and everything happened sooner I guess"

"Because in four years The Highlighters were the band that defined a generation" Isabella's voice for a split moment—changes—changes back to the way she used to speak, wistful and chiming and heart pumping. But as soon as the words leave her mouth she bites down on her lip and squeezes her eyes shut—trying to forget about the past I imagine. Yeah…at first I tried to forget it all too Isabella—but I can't forget—and why the hell would I want to?

"Yeah" I swallow dryly, pick up the glass of water she's coolly laid out for me, and take a sip. "Yeah it was great while it lasted" As soon as I set the cup down my throat is again parched. "It was really fucking great" And then I'm sobbing again.

January 2007

It'd been almost three months since our first real performance. Every fucking moment of that night was tattooed into my brain. Because for sixty one days—I'd been plagued with thoughts—thoughts—uneasy thoughts that wretched my heart up to my throat. Thoughts that---we were really gonna fucking make it. One performance--one —guaranteed us fame. That's what my initial gut feeling was anyways. And---I was right---I was fucking right. It was a story that I knew was going to be a heartbreaker from the start. And again…I hit the nail on the head.

Because that night Isabella Garcia-Shapiro tore out my heart and stepped all over it with her Stiletto high heels.

"Phineas" Her eyes—still bright wondrous brown then—were downcast. "I—I don't think we should see eachother anymore"

It was completely out of the blue, I swallowed dryly. "W—what?" Isabella and I had gotten together in 2006—when The Highlighters first formed—and it'd been…great. I couldn't fathom why she was doing this.

"I just" Her thick lips—perfect and pouty like a certain green eyed boy I knew—parted. "I-oh fuck, don't make this any harder for me than is has to be Phin—I'm sorry…but it isn't there anymore. Don't tell me that you haven't noticed. It's over. It's been over since Halloween"

Halloween? The night of our foreshadowing, breath taking performance. "Halloween…w-why?"

Isabella smiled lightly, a far away lilt of her lips. "Ferb."

"What about him?" My voice took on a harshness, a higher pitched anger.

She ran her fingers through her luscious black hair—long straight tresses and silky bangs down to her chest—I bit down on my lip fiercely. Isabella shook her head—like I was ridiculous for not knowing why she was breaking it off with me because of Ferb. How could she do this to me—now when our fame was just rising—how could she abandon me? "You'll see someday" Her voice was all wistful again, like she wasn't really there at all. "Someday"

Ferb chose that moment to walk in. My eyes were beginning to water—all those years with her and she wanted to end it because---of my step brother?

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"Phin" Isabella, this new icy Isabella—let's down her guard, if only for a moment. "I left because you didn't ask me to stay"

"Than why because of Ferb?" Even after years, my mind still circles to question why she ever said that. "Why?"

The ravenette's eyes narrow, her red pin-up-girl lips fall open "Because you loved him, and when I went you didn't care. You didn't care because you had him, you always had him"

But that's a fucking lie. Tears well up in my eyes. I let out a bitter, hollow laugh. How DARE she say that? "You really have no fucking idea do you Isabella? Ferb—he was fucking throat aching inspiration. How could I care about losing you when there was a chance of losing him? Couldn't you ever see…when you got together with him all that time later, that it fucking broke me!?" My whole body aches; I'm hunched over the little stainless steel table, staring into the eyes of a girl who'd loved both my step brother and I.

"I know it broke you" Isabella says viciously, she flips her fringe back and let's out a mocking laugh herself. "But you deserved it Phin. All that time" she cries. "ALL THAT TIME, you wanted him. So fuck, if you could lead me on like that than I had the right to tear you apart. And I wasn't the only one you fucking hurt. What about Baljeet? You disgust me Phin. You had a fucking boner on for your brother! And instead of manning up you just pussyfooted around admitting it! And you hurt people, you fucking hurt people."

I'm still crying "Shut up" I mutter, but the words are a jumble there's no way she understood. Isabella can never understand what she did to me. "I stayed with you because I didn't know, I didn't fucking know what I was feeling for a long time! SO YOU JUST SHUT UP!" Sobs wrack my body—malnourished, I have no desire to eat anymore—even when I try I just end up wretching it back up. I don't want to eat—I don't deserve to. I'm withering away and I couldn't care less. Because fuck, Ferb's dead. And I'm here, going through the motions without really being alive, I should be with him.

Isabella's fuming; her dark makeup is beginning to run down her cheeks in smoky rivulets. Let her cry, let her squirm. Maybe I do deserve the death sentence—hell I know I do—but so does she. For what she did to us all. She ruined us. No. It was some greater power; some greater power that decided the world needed another Romeo and Juliet. A Romeo and Juliet that took the form of two boys who had been more than brothers—best friends-- since birth. Whatever that greater power is…it's twisted, it likes raping hearts and blurring minds and fucking up friendships beyond repair. That's what happened with Isabella and I. Because no matter how much time passes…we will never, never be alright with eachother again. We both wanted the same thing. And it tore us apart. But none of that is—was—important when he was still here. I could never care about Isabella as much as I cared about Ferb. Even now that he's gone she means nothing to me. Cos once you have that something—nothing can ever take its place or compare to it. Ferb was that something. And without him---what's the point? Life has no meaning. Days pass by like eras, nights are never-ending. And the Stiletto wearing rock journalist sitting across from me can never know what this feels like. This emptiness. I'm beyond caring, and it isn't beautiful or breathtaking it's a fucking mess. I'm not gorgeous, not filled with stardust. I'm just drained, my tragedy is gut punching and heart wrenching and nauseating yeah, but there's nothing desirable about it. To be this—broken…never wish for it. It may be thought that to feel such raw emotion would be---epic, and really…it is. But I pine for simpler times. When Ferb—Oh God…Ferb—and I used to sit with our backs pressed against the old Oak in our yard and bask in the summer sun. That's all gone—and I'll never get it back. That's what really gnaws at me, the realization that this isn't all a nightmare…it happened. I did something---terrible, unforgivable…worthy of nothing less than death. And that isn't even the half of it.

Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet

Cut myself on angel hair and baby's breath

Broken hymen of 'Your Highness', I'm left black

Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back

Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Hey! Wait! I've got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Your advice

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak

I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks

I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap

I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black

Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Your advice, your advice, your advice

PS: If you're slightly confused by some things in this chapter don't worry, everything will be cleared up in future writing [=