Fifteen: Girls

Authors Note: Hey guys! I should be updating one of my other stories, but I was really in the mood to write from poor Phineas' pov, of course in this one Isabella's getting the sort end of the stick :( Poor girl. Anyway, let me know what you guys think! Also, thanks for all the support for this series!

I realize that ever since I turned fifteen things have been all about me. I've been concentrated on my problems, my issues, and my incest-like crush. I've put all of my focus on the problems I've been having since I turned fifteen.

And it's because of that I managed to ignore that there are a lot of people around me in that same boat. Some of them have been in it a lot longer than me. I'm talking of course about girls.

You see, as you probably know, girls mature faster than boys. It's a scientific fact. Seriously, look it up. And yet, while they start into puberty sooner, they don't seem to be done any sooner than boys.

You see, while my body is changing, so is some girls. While I struggle with puberty, so is some girl. While my voice is changing, some girl is getting her period. In this case some girl is Isabella.

Not that I'm saying she just got her period. I have no idea about that. For all I know she hasn't had one yet. Or maybe she had one really early. I don't really know.

I don't know why I'm stuck on periods; it has nothing to do with my point.

My point is that Isabella is dealing with puberty too, and has been for longer than me seeing as she's a girl and I think I'm hitting puberty later than most of the guys I know.

Anyway…

I should have realized a long time ago that Isabella was suffering too. I should have realized that just as my hormones are out of whack, so are hers. I should have known something was bound to happen.

I myself am at the point where I want to tie down Ferb and do unspeakable things whether he consents or not, and I'm his brother.

I should have known that puberty had her hormones going crazy. I should have known that when I didn't make a move, she would.

It shouldn't have surprised me so much when she asked me out. I should have had a game plan ready for when it happened. And for the record, that game plan shouldn't have been me stuttering out "S-sure!" as my voice broke with nervousness.

As you can guess that's exactly what I did do.

I think puberty may be killing brain cells.

"What am I going to do!" I screech as I flop down beside Ferb on the couch.

Isabella asked me out at school today, so I already briefed Ferb about it on the way home. I just got done taking a shower, hoping my nerves would be calmed, but of course I just spent the time making the connection that both boys and girls go through puberty.

He raises an eyebrow at me as he smirks. "I suppose you're going to go out with Isabella."

"You know I don't feel that way about her!" I say turning to face him, my voice desperate.

"You know a question implies that you can respond-"

"I know, I should have told her no." I say letting out a sigh.

He pats my back, as he glances toward the TV. He had been watching some car show while I was in the shower. Apparently the show is more important than my meltdown.

"Ferb, seriously. I need, like, guidance or something." I say as I wave my arms a little.

He looks at me with a raised brow and a look that says 'It's just a girl'.

"Come on, I've never been on a date before. Plus I don't want to go out with her. Can't I just tell her I'm sick?" I ask, wondering if that would work.

"Yeah, but then you'll just reschedule. And you could keep that up until she gets the hint, but you'll look like a jackarse by then," he says casually.

"So I can't get out of this date?" I ask to clarify.

"Not without telling the truth," he offers, but his eyes flick back to the television.

"You're not helping." I huff, ready to get up. This date is bad enough without having to deal with Ferb's lack of attention.

"Just go on the date. She'll either realize there's no chemistry, or she'll ask you to go out again. Simple as that. Now watch this, I want to install one of those in the car," he says pointing to TV where men are installing a pop out bed in the back seat.

"That would be cool for when we go road tripping." I say instantly being pulled into the show.

"Mm, among other things." And now I can't stop thinking about what we could do in the back of a car.

"It was horrible." I say as I shut the door behind me. I just got back from my date with Isabella.

Ferb's eyebrow raise tells me that he wants more detail. At the moment he's lying on the couch, book in hand.

I walk around to the couch and sit down at the end of it, Ferb moving his legs just in time to make room for me.

Ferb gives me a look that says to continue.

"She- well- it's just that- It started out okay." I say instead. And it had.

Other than Ferb, Isabella is my best friend. She's smart, funny, and just great to be around. She's a great listener, but she's got a lot of spunk. She's basically the perfect girl, which would be great if I was into that sort of thing, but I'm not.

I much prefer the muscled body of my gorgeous step-brother to hers.

But just the same Isabella's great. We started our date by having dinner together. I've seen movies where two friends go on a date and it gets terribly awkward, but it wasn't. Isabella was quick to make conversation and soon I felt like we were just hanging out.

Of course now that I know what happened next I feel like I was feeling a false sense of security.

After dinner we went on a walk through the park. At first it was fine. We were talking about school and other trivial things when she grabbed my hand. I wasn't really sure how to voice my complaint so I just didn't. Instead I ended up making a strange grunt-like noise that I guess she chalked up to nervousness. Instead of letting go she laughed as she blushed. The action caused me to blush myself.

We walk like that for awhile, her getting closer to my body the whole time. Soon our walk through the park became a walk home and I started to feel a little easier.

My hand had been sweating the whole time we were together and I was glad when we made it to her house and she finally let go. And then a few seconds later I wasn't.

"And then?" Ferb asks wondering if I'm going to continue my story.

"She held my hand," I say rubbing my neck as he gives me an amused look. "And then she- she tried to kiss me."

I blush as I tell him all of this, but he just stares at me, looking amused.

"It's not funny," I tell him rubbing my neck again. "I yelled that I only saw her as a friend when she leaned in. I literally yelled in her face that I only saw her as a friend."

Ferb lets out a small laugh.

"I was so embarrassed, and she looked at me like I was crazy. Then after the shock wore off she just looked so sad. I mean, she said she was fine, but I could tell she was upset. I feel like a jerk for not telling her I didn't like her that way to begin with."

Ferb finally stops looking amused as he sits up all the way and puts his arm around me.

"It'll all blow over," he says reassuringly. "You're the kindest person I know. She knows you didn't mean to hurt her, she just needs time to accept that you don't feel the same way about her that she feels about you."

"How long do you think that'll take?" I ask letting out a sigh. I feel horrible. Isabella is great. If I were straight I'm sure I'd be just as interested in her as she is in me.

"Only time will tell, but I'm sure it won't be forever." Ferb says as he gives my shoulder a squeeze.

"Okay." I say defeated.

"I'll go get some paper and we can make some blue prints," Ferb says, knowing for a fact that it will cheer me up.

Before he gets up from the couch he reaches over and kisses the top of my head. "It'll be fine Phin."

I'm glad he's walking away because I can tell my cheeks are on fire. I still feel bad for Isabella, but I can't wait to spend the rest of the night with Ferb.

I guess puberty just decided to pick on someone else tonight.