The next morning came far too soon. Linda, Lawrence, the boys, and Perry were having breakfast as Candace entered the room, yawning. "Look who's up before noon. Would you like some cornflakes, honey?" her step-dad offered apologetically as she sank into her chair.

"Candace, you look a little worse for wear. Did you sleep at all?" Linda interjected, quickly shoving a bowl underneath the box of cereal her daughter was about to empty out onto the table. "Thanks, pass the soy milk please," was Candace's vacant response. Her blank stare was only interrupted by someone waving a milk carton in front of her eyes. "Earth to Candace," her brother Phineas said in an attempt to wake her up. "Don't worry, Ferb and I will think of something to make your day."

The family continued eating in silence. After everyone was done placing their plates and bowls into the dishwasher, Linda and Lawrence quickly bade their children goodbye before leaving for the annual Danville antique auction. Candace, who had been flopped over on the table ever since she finished her cornflakes, hardly noticed them leaving. Phineas and Ferb had soon rushed off to the garage, the former eagerly discussing something about an eternal source of energy or other. It didn't matter. Candace had no intention of busting them today. Or, at least, not this morning.

Back in her room, Candace flopped down onto her bed, throwing her arms over her head. Last night had been rough, to say the least. Her buzzing mind had not given her a moment's rest. She was in love with Jeremy, this she was sure of. She /had/ to be. But then again, she very clearly had feelings for Vanessa too. Different feelings? Maybe. Ever since she'd confessed to herself, it had become all the more clear. Every time the older girl as much as crossed her mind for a second, Candace got so flustered she had to cover her face with whatever was near until it passed. And this happened about once or twice every five minutes. She wasn't even quite sure what she wanted from Vanessa. Did she want to hold her hand? Grab a smoothie with her? Be near her all the time and just look at her perfect face? Burrowing back under the covers, she grabbed her phone. Maybe Stacy knew what to do.

It didn't take long for her to pick up. "Hey, Candace. What are the boys up to this time?"

"Stace. Can we not do this today?"

"Woooow, you sound exhausted. Don't tell me you were up again all night trying to think of ways to bust your brothers. This is getting out of hand."

"No, I wish I was though. But I can't seem to put my mind to it today."

"Maybe those meds are finally working?"

"STACY! This isn't about that! Can I just.. ask you something?"

"Of course, anything. I'm on your side, Candace."

She'd gotten up from her bed, pacing around her room. "Do you- Do you think Jeremy still likes me?"

"Whaaaaat?! Candace, you two are boyfriend and girlfriend! If you still have doubts at this point, you should really-"

"Because I'm not entirely sure, I mean, he did smile at me 49 times the last time we hung out, but that's way below his normal average of 52! That has to be a sign. Is he telling me I'm not funny anymore? Should I take improv classes? What do you think?"

"... You frighten me sometimes."

"Stacy, please."

"I think you're reading too much into this. You like him, and he likes you. Why would you look to create conflict where there isn't any? You guys are doing fine."

"You're right." Candace pouted, back to her thousand yard stare. Her phone slipped slowly out of her hand. "I'm gonna have to call you back." She closed the flip phone, ending the call. Slumping down in her window seat, Candace looked outside. All she needed was some distraction.