Author's note: Hey duckies! The other day I was browsing fanart, and there is some amazing Ferbella stuff. So if you readers know anybody at all who can make an awesome cover for this story, I'd really appreciate it. I'll say it now though, I'll only use it if it's amazing. So anyway, enjoy this chapter. Es muy importante. I was so excited about it I might have made typos.
Love from Silver
Isabella yawned and shook her hair out of the sloppy ponytail it had been in. It was getting pretty dark outside already. She felt a little guilty. There must be some wedding related stuff she should be doing, but she felt really lazy right now. Pretty much all she had done was lay around the house after coming back from the bridal shop. Phineas had already left for Marshfield, and wouldn't be back till tomorrow afternoon.
And she was right back in the same position she had been in before she went to the Flynn-Fletcher's. The TV was on to the weather channel. She hadn't initially been interested, but it looked like there was going to be a thunderstorm tonight. That was okay. Isabella had liked falling asleep to the serenity of raindrops. She had liked it even more when she jumped into bed after emailing Phineas. Maybe he would email from Marshfield. She doubted it.
But if it was going to rain and it was already getting dark, driving was going to be a pain. She might as well go get her dress now, before it started. Ferb must be done with it by now. The boys always knew how to work fast.
Isabella grabbed her purse, her keys, and threw on some shoes. "Mami, I'm going to Ferb's house! Don't know when I'll be back!" she hollered.
"Alright, mija, be careful out there!"
Isabella got into the car and started driving to the house. It really looked awful out. Everything was gray and black and lifeless. This was a stay-in-your-pajamas-and-watch-movies-for-hours kind of day, not a drive-in-the-rain-to-make-a-fool-of-yourself-in-front-of-your-fiance's-brother-who-you-may-have-unexplained-feelings-for kind of day.
Isabella was about to park in the driveway, like usual, when she saw Linda's car coming out of the garage. She parked on the side of the road, and headed towards the open garage quickly. Those gray clouds were threatening to burst.
As Isabella walked by the car, Linda rolled down her window. "Hello Isabella." She said.
"Mrs. Flynn, is this a bad time? I just came to get something from Ferb."
"Oh, no honey. I'm going to a volunteering project for several hours though."
"And Ferb?" Isabella tentatively asked.
"Oh, he just ducked over to the Van Stomm's for something. He should be back in a few minutes."
"Would you mind letting me in the house to wait for him?"
"Of course not. Just head in through the garage, I'll shut the door."
Isabella made the move to go inside when Linda called her back. "Isabella, honey, one second!"
"Yes?" She asked.
"Ferb left this in here when he took the car, but it says 'For Isabella' on it."
Isabella looked at the box Linda had given her and opened it up. Fudge. Isabella couldn't help but smile. But she felt a little confused. Why would Ferb get her fudge? And how did he know she liked it so much?
"Ok, Isabella, get inside, it looks like it's gonna rain" Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher said.
So Isabella walked in the house, as the garage door loudly shut. It was kind of dark, as she walked through the halls. Well, at least they aren't wasting electricity, she thought. But there was something really creepy about being in another family's home without any of them present. Maybe I should just go wait in Ferb's room, she thought. Of course, last time she had waited alone in Ferb's room, she had looked like a creep trying to catch him coming out of the shower. But that wouldn't happen this time. Anyway, going to Ferb's room would be the best place to find her dress.
With that thought to inspire her, Isabella dashed up the stairs and to his room. She saw it, right there, hanging on a hook on his closet door. It was beautiful! Absolutely beautiful! She was dying to try it on, right then and there, but she was afraid she might ruin it. She should at least wait for Ferb.
She laid it down on the bed and stared at it. She took a small piece of fudge from the box and tried it. It was really good, and Isabella had the suspicion that Ferb had made it himself. Just like the dress.
The longer she looked at the dress the more it reminded her of something. A present, or… a card. It looked like a birthday card she had gotten once. From Phineas. Well, Ferb probably helped him.
Now Isabella felt like something was bothering her about her wedding dress. However, she still loved it. She couldn't help herself; she picked it up and swirled around the room with it, like a little girl. However, a gleam caught her eye. She gently put the dress down on bed again and turned towards it. It was Ferb's laptop, turned to some screensaver. She gently lifted the top, and the screensaver abruptly ended, leaving Ferb's screen open to a webpage.
It would be wrong for her to snoop through his stuff. But it looked like it was just his email. Ferb wouldn't be doing anything scandalous over email, right? Still, this was private. She turned away from the computer when something new caught her eye. An email… from Isabella.
Now that couldn't be right. Isabella had never emailed Ferb. Did the boys know another Isabella?
Now Isabella's interest was peaked. She knew it was wrong but… she sat down at Ferb's chair and looked at the laptop. Every email was from Isabella! Some part of her was jealous of this chick. A big part. So she clicked one and read it.
Isabella wasn't sure what happened after that. Because the email was the exact same one she had sent when she told Phineas she was coming back. And this was Phineas' email address! Or…
Dear Isabella, we had a field trip today… to the Danville Meat Packing Industry warehouse. What kind of teacher takes innocent-minded seventh grade students to a glorified butcher shop? As soon as we stepped in there, I almost gagged at the smell. Then the hairy-lipped women guiding us began talking about everything that happens in the meat packing process. I couldn't believe it. Those poor cows, and pigs, and sheep. That's it; from now on I'm a vegetarian. I'm swearing by it.
From Phineas
"Vegetarian? I think you're talking about Fer-OOF!"
Dear Isabella, the attachment is a birthday card I designed for you. It may not be physical paper, but I think it came out well. I had a lot of fun designing it. By the way, happy 14th birthday!
From Phineas
It looked like a birthday card she had gotten once. From Phineas.
Dear Isabella, you seemed kind of sad in your last email, despite your parents' festivities. Don't worry about relationships yet; we're only fifteen. I don't want to have to fly to Alaska to beat the pulp out of the first guy who breaks your heart. And if you ever want some fudge, I can always send you some.
From Phineas
Isabella looked at the box Linda had given her and opened it up. Fudge.
Dear Isabella, I'm shocked that you think we would be able to get away with building a casino. We live in a family community. As for the game, I have come across it. The object of the game is to get to twenty-one points, or have the highest score under twenty-one. Face cards (Kings, Queens, and Jacks) are counted as ten points. The player and dealer can count his own ace as 1-point or 11 points. It's not a game where you play against others; you're up against the dealer, and if you lose, you're to blame. It's a little like a metaphor for life actually. There might be more rules, but remember, all you need to do is catch 21.
Love Phineas
Ferb pretended to think for a moment, then smiled mischievously and said "Blackjack."
Isabella's eyes were as wide as saucers. All she could do was stare at the laptop blankly. She could hear the thunder and raindrops pounding outside, but she barely noticed. Only one sound registered as she stared at the laptop.
"Isabella," Ferb said, "What are you doing?"