Welcome back you guys. This couple is one I've only briefly thought about, and I drew a lot of inspiration from a Big Bang Theory episode.

But seriously, I have no idea how I'm going to do this. The following may be utterly horrid.

How the various characters act around each other after doing the deed.

This time: Baljeet/Isabella

Disclaimer: don't own.

Xoxoxo

Isabella's eyes stayed closed as she breathed deeply, slowly but surely becoming more and more aware of her surroundings. The first thing she noticed was her head hurt- oh boy, it throbbed like crazy. She'd never had a headache this bad before. The second thing she noticed was that she felt nauseous, but not enough that she needed to get her butt to a bathroom to empty her stomach. The third thing she noticed was that she was naked. The fourth, and this was definitely the most worrying, was there was an arm slung over her waist.

Panic and bile made their way up her throat. What was wrong with her? The first time she went out drinking with her friends and she ends up in bed with one of them. At least, that's what she assumed happened. She didn't even want to dwell on the fact it might not be one of her friends. That it might be a complete stranger. The thought made her feel even more sick.

On second thought, maybe a stranger wouldn't be so bad. There were only four guys in her group that she might have ended up sleeping with, and all of them were bad news. Only last year she would have been hoping it was Phineas, but at the present moment, she hoped desperately it wasn't. They had dated for a little while last year but the break up had been messy and awkward. They stayed friends, but something like this would completely ruin that.

Ferb was just out of the question. He was like an older brother to her. After growing up seeing him as her future-brother-in-law, she still thought of him as family even after losing interest in Phineas. Sleeping with him would create so much tension and awkwardness, and besides, he was her ex's brother. That was just weird.

Buford wasn't like a brother to her, and they didn't have a messy past, but his gung ho attitude and blatant sexism meant that he would only be her friend. Ever. Isabella was very feminist when it came down to it, and the way he spoke about women sometimes made her want to hit him around the head with a baseball bat. She could only imagine how bad he'd get if they slept together.

Baljeet. She supposed he would be the best option, but it would still be incredibly awkward. The quiet teen had pretty much been forced to come drinking with them, and she vaguely remembered Buford spiking his drinks. He wouldn't say anything to anyone if they had slept together, but she knew they'd probably end up avoiding each other if it was him.

Oh god, she was in so much trouble. Fucking Buford and his stupid fucking drinking idea. She was going to kill him.

She forced herself to breathe evenly through her nose, trying to gather her wits. Her eyes were still closed. She needed to be ready when she opened them and faced whoever it was that she was curled into. Isabella counted to ten, steeled herself and opened her eyes.

She was in her bedroom. That was a start- somewhere she felt comfortable, at home, and safe. Drawing support from that, she took another deep breath and turned her head, craning to catch a glimpse of the person behind her.

Her breath rushed out in a gasp of relief as soon as she saw the dark skin and curly black hair. Baljeet.

"Thank God," she whispered.

Now that Isabella had solved the mystery of who she had slept with, it was time to get herself clothed. Her fingers went to the boy's wrist and tugged gently, trying to move his hand off her stomach. No such luck, his grip tightened and he moved even closer, murmuring in his sleep.

She tensed when she felt something, she knew what it was, press against her from behind. Well, that plan was out. Looks like she'd have to face him covered in just a blanket. With a long, drawn out sigh, she patted his hand. "Baljeet, wake up."

"Mm," the boy's arm around her tightened further, but there was no other response.

"Baljeet!" she elbowed him in the stomach and this time he jumped about a mile, immediately extracting himself from her and inching to the other side of the bed. She turned, keeping the blanket over her breasts, and stared at him.

"Wh-What on- what is-" he gulped, eyes wide. "Isabella?"

"The one and only," she gave him a tense smile, trying to ignore the pounding in her head. He looked just as worn down as she felt.

"Did I- I mean, did we...?" his eyes dropped to her body, which she was still covering, for the barest second before he met her's again. He gulped once more, looking freaked out.

"I'm pretty sure we did," she confirmed. While she didn't have any recollection of the event itself (just her luck, she loses her virginity and doesn't even remember it), there was a deep ache between her legs that signaled she had either had sex or someone had kicked her there repeatedly.

"Oh my god," he groaned, burying his face in his hands. "This is not happening. This is not happening."

Isabella frowned at him. She had been thinking along the same lines, of course, but it was still a little insulting that he was that freaked out about sleeping with her. It wasn't like she was disgusting or anything, was it?

Okay, Isabella thought. I'm going to have to make him promise not to tell anyone. I'm fairly sure he'll agree, but he needs to get it through his head that if Buford tries to bully it out of him, he'll suffer a much worse death by my hand than by Buford's.

She opened her mouth, but Baljeet bet her to it. "We can not," he said softly, "tell anyone about this. You have to promise me."

"I promise," she said easily. Anyone she told would just give her a lecture on the dangers of drinking and sex, anyway. Or tease her mercilessly. She was a little taken aback at the fact he'd made her promise, and not the other way around. "Listen, I just want to get this straight right now. Did we use protection?"

"You do not remember?" Baljeet glanced up at her, mahogany eyes wide and innocent. How could he look so innocent after what they had done?

"Not one thing," she shrugged, trying to act as if it didn't bother her. She was absolutely filled to the brim with shame, regret, guilt and horror, but like hell would she show it. She was strong, she could deal with this.

"You insisted on it," Baljeet told her seriously. "Neither of us had a condom so I distracted Ferb while you stole one from his wallet."

The image his words created brought a smile to her lips and she felt a little better. At least she wouldn't get pregnant, or an STD. Not that Baljeet would have one in the first place, because she was pretty sure he was a virgin before they'd had sex, and even if he wasn't, he'd probably be the type to always wear a rubber.

"Thank God," she leant back against the head board of her bed, making sure to keep herself covered. "It's going to be really awkward between us now, isn't it?"

"It is only awkward if we make it awkward," Baljeet nibbled on his lower lip before leaning over the side of the bed in search of his clothes.

"That's true," Isabella smiled slightly. She watched as he straightened back up with a pair of black boxers in his hands. He put them under the covers and there was a lot of shuffling around. Eventually he pulled the covers away to reveal he'd put the boxers on, and now semi-clothed, he stood from the bed and set about finding the rest of his clothes. He was surprisingly calm about the whole thing.

"Listen, 'Jeet, can you pass me my clothes?" Isabella asked. If he was going to act normal about this, then so was she. She'd treat him the same way she did yesterday.

"Sure," he picked up her shorts and shirt and passed them without any worries, but his face lit up in a blush when he picked up her bra and panties. She tried not to laugh at the fact he avoided looking at her as he passed them over.

Isabella got dressed under the covers like he had, and by the time she was finished, Baljeet had pretty much got himself looking back to normal. She jumped out of bed and opened her bedroom door, looking back at him. "I'm just going to go to the bathroom. Wait for me, okay? Then you can have a turn if you need to and I'll make us some breakfast."

"A-Alright," he seemed a bit surprised by her offer, and he sat himself down on her bed. She was smiling when she went into the bathroom. After doing her business, she took a few aspirins from the medicine cabinet before brushing her hair and teeth. By the time she'd finished she felt completely normal.

Except for the persistent ache between her legs.

She went back into her room where Baljeet was standing, looking at one of her framed pictures. It was a photo of the whole group; Isabella, Phineas, Ferb, Buford and Baljeet. They were standing in front of their high school, waving at the camera. She noticed that he'd made her bed and neatly folded some of her clothes that she'd left out the day before. "Bathrooms free," Isabella told him, and he jumped in surprise at her voice. "I'll be in the kitchen when you're done."

He nodded and hurried out of the room. She went downstairs, glad her mother was already at work, and pulled out her favourite cereal. She wasn't in any mood to do some proper cooking, so Baljeet would just have to deal with it. She grabbed two bowls, two spoons and a bottle of milk from the fridge. Baljeet had come downstairs by the time she'd finished.

"Thank you," he murmured when she handed him his bowl.

"No problem."

They ate in silence, not really knowing what to say. Baljeet's phone vibrated several times but he ignored it, instead focusing on putting his spoon into his mouth. Isabella guessed it was Buford. He would be asking where Baljeet had gotten off to.

The good thing about Baljeet being so... well... nerdy, was the fact that (coupled with Isabella's responsible nature) no one would really suspect they'd slept together. They could just claim he'd slept in the spare bedroom because his house was too far away for him to walk while drunk and no one would see through the lie. Someone, probably Buford, would make a few dirty jokes, but all they had to do was laugh them off and everyone else would be none the wiser.

"I suppose I should be getting home now," Baljeet told her once they'd put the bowls in the sink. Isabella nodded, running a hand through her hair.

"Do you want to act like this never happened?"

"Sure," he smiled nervously, and he seemed a little relieved. Well, wasn't that a blow to her pride. It wasn't like she wanted him to fall desperately in love with her or something, but it kinda surprised her that he wasn't reading anything into it. He knew full well it was a one time thing and wasn't looking for anything more. If anything, he was the one trying to make sure that she understood that.

"Thank you, Baljeet," she told him, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. She was satisfied to see a small blush there when she pulled away. "I'll see you later."

"A-Alright," he touched her shoulder briefly before heading towards her front door. She heard it open and close and she sank against the counter, letting out a forlorn sigh.

Why wasn't he interested in her? She was used to guys liking her. He acted as if he'd just slept with his ugly best friend. She wasn't ugly. Was she?

Her lips pressed into a frown, she headed up to her room, making a decision.

She would make him want her.

Xoxoxo

Boom! How was that? Wasn't sure how to end up, hope that was alright.

Isabella is an interesting character to write. She's got so much spunk.

Next time will be Candace/Jeremy!

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