A/N: This chapter was re-edited, just touched up.
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He sighed, hoping that she would stop talking sometime soon. He was sitting at his desk, blue prints spread all about, attempting to create something new. Usually that wouldn't be a problem, but she kept bugging him. She sat perched on his bed, her legs crossed as the knees as she read one of her magazines. She was chatting idly about something, gossiping about what was going on in the school, about which Fireside Girl seemed to be the sluttiest, things he could honestly say he cared nothing about.
He couldn't take it anymore, it had been going on for years, they would go out, they would break up, she would come over as a friend and they would end up sleeping with each other. This was one of those times, they had broken up and here she was, sitting on his bed, flipping her dark hair over her shoulders. He didn't know why he kept doing this to himself, why he kept going back to Isabella, she was his friend but she was also shallow, selfish, and at present, very annoying.
"Isabella," He turned to look at her over his shoulder, "Could you lower your voice?"
She put down the magazine she was looking at and smiled tightly at him, "If you want me to leave, Phineas, you can just say so."
But, that was the problem, he couldn't. If he did, she would pout, her dark eyes would glaze over in tears, her hands would clench her waist angrily. It had happened before and he was sure it would happen again, but he wasn't in the mood to run around and kiss her ass.
"No, Isabella. I want you here, I just have some things I need to get done and it's a little difficult to concentrate with you talking so loud."
He had to choose his words carefully around her now, hoping she wouldn't storm off and cry to her Fireside Girls about it. He looked over his shoulder at her again, her eyes were slightly narrowed and her lips were set into a pout. But, before she could open her mouth to argue with him, her cellphone rang – a loud jingle that had him cringing.
"Hello?" She bit her lip to keep from giggling to hard, "Oh my gosh, did he really?" She stood up and kissed Phineas on the cheek, ruffling his hair and walking out of the room. "I'll call you later, Phineas, okay?" She didn't wait for a response and left his house, making her way home.
Phineas let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding, he loved Isabella, he really did. She just seemed to be a bit...much sometimes.
He wondered what had happened to them, he had adored her since they were children and he knew she reciprocated the feeling. So, what had happened to them? He guessed it must have started after they first began dating, they had been dancing around the subject of them being together for months, but once they were together it was rare to see Isabella without Phineas and vise versa. Everything had been fine, she was sweet and innocent, her smiled wide and inviting...that was another reason he put up with her, he stole her innocence in a literal way and he felt that it must've been in the figurative sense as well with the way she had been acting.
They had been a very...physical couple. How could they not, they were hormonal, sexually charged teenagers, who were practically in love with each other. At least, thats what he had been telling himself to fell better these days.
He still couldn't figure it out though, that thing that had made them a disaster of a couple in their later years. But with a side glance out of his window at the house next door, it was starting to come to him. Of course that wasn't the only reason, there were many things that had become wayward between them. Isabella had always been a very pretty girl and just became more so as she grew, which only inflated her ego and caused him to become more jealousy prone. Her friends became popular, which also entailed being a bitch apparently, and Isabella hoped on board for the most part. He became more popular and played in a band, which meant more girls wanted to jump on his dick, and Isabella became predatory, even when they weren't dating.
He sighed at the mess that was his love life.
He looked down at the blue-print papers on his desk, realizing he couldn't finish them without Ferb. He looked toward his open door, knowing his brother's would be closed – Ferb and Marjorie had been attached at the hip as of late. Phineas smirked, obviously their hips weren't attached in the way he would've liked. Ferb wasn't forward like that, he would wait until Marjorie made the move to up the ante, even if it was killing him.
He looked out his window, his gaze landing on the house next door that contained their best friend. He wished that he was as controlled as Ferb, could keep his emotions and yearnings in check. He had always been the irrational one out of both of them. But, looking at the blue house, thinking of the girl inside it, he knew that he was more like Ferb then he'd care to admit.
"So, you divide the solution from the first problem into the second quadratic equation? How the fuck am I suppose to figure that out?"
Ferb looked up at her from his place on the floor. There were books, notebooks, and looseleaf paper placed all around them and he had a calculator in his hand. Marjorie lay face down on his bed, her notebook and text book in front of her as they sat doing homework together. Well, it was more like Ferb doing his homework and attempting to teach her without doing all the work for her. So far, it wasn't going so well.
Marjorie and Ferb had been going out for about two weeks, two pretty uneventful weeks. The first response when they had walked into school holding hands was a few raised eyebrows and the shrug of many shoulders. Nobody really cared for Ferb or Marjorie, they were just surprised that Ferb would actually date and that Marjorie would date Ferb.
Of course, no one was more surprised about this new union than, Phineas – who apparently had been left in the dark all weekend. No sooner had Ferb parked the car in their spot he was out and walking over toward Katrina's car, taking hands with Marjorie and going into the school. Phineas had been shocked and couldn't help the sputtering that occurred at the action. It wasn't until Katrina had smiled at him and explained what was going on did he finally calm down. Now they sat in Ferb's room, doing homework together like they had done basically every night for the past week.
He shook his head at her, "Well, maybe if you paid attention in class more often, you would be able to figure it out without my assistance."
She let out a snort. "Yeah, okay. I'm surprised I'm even in this level of math in the first place."
"Maybe if you stopped cheating off Katrina, you'd learn something."
The tone of his voice was serious, laced with a teasing edge. She let a smirk fall onto her lips as she stared at him. "Or, maybe it's because I can't keep my eyes off you."
He couldn't help the flush that started to rise on his cheekbones, and his eyes shifted nervously from her intense gaze. They hadn't really done more than made out a few times since the night at Panic!, even though that's really all they thought about. It wasn't as though his feelings and hormones had slowed down because they were dating, in fact it was as if they had increased in some way.
Every flick of her hair or the cross of her long legs made him want to jump her, it was beginning to become a problem.
She sat up on her knees and pushed her notebook and papers out of her way as she got up from his bed and stood before him. He set down his calculator, looking up at her, his breathing slightly labored. She nudged his textbook out of the way with her foot and sat herself on his lap, facing him. Her legs hooked around his waist and her arms encircled his neck, while his hands found there way to her waist. She ran a hand through the back of his hair, tugging at it slightly, her eyes never leaving his. She let a small smile fall on her lips as she leaned in closer and pressed her lips to his. He responded quicker than she expected and his grip on her waist tightened as his mouth moved more fiercely over hers.
She opened her mouth for him, licking his lips, scooting closer to him. Because she was already on his lap, it didn't really do anything but cause delicious friction in his hips. He hadn't realized the sound he let escape until he felt her smile against his mouth. He moved one of his hands from her waist, up the long expanse of her back, to her hair. He pulled her long hair our of the messy high ponytail she had put it in earlier, it waved down her shoulders and back, spilling through his fingers. She shifted on his hips, causing the friction once again, as well as the growl that came up from his throat and into her mouth. She continued running her hands through his messy hair, stopping at the back, fisting it in her hand when he nipped at her bottom lip. She let one of her hands trail down the front of his chest, going to the bottom of his button down and sneaking her hand underneath. She had accidentally brushed against the bulge in his jeans, not thinking anything of it and running her hand over the smooth skin of his stomach.
"Yuck. There's this thing called a door, use it sometime."
Ferb and Marjorie broke apart, breathing heavy, and she could see the flush start raise over his cheeks. She looked over Ferb's shoulder to find Phineas leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk on his face, shaking his head.
"Actually we were taking full advantage of that fact. It was closed, then you opened it. And now your leaving."
"Aren't you suppose to be doing homework?"
"Aren't you suppose to be calling Isabella?"
They stared each other down for a moment before he nodded. "Touche."
They hadn't been friends before, they weren't exactly friends now. They had a strange budding relationship – Phineas and Marjorie. Since she had started dating Ferb she spent a lot of time at the Flynn-Fletcher home, which meant by default, Phineas had to spend time with her. He didn't really mind, she was entertaining, sarcastic, and made fun of him while he mad fun of her. It was all in good nature of course, she had been shy at first, quiet, new. That changed real fast.
Ferb had buried his face in her neck from embarrassment. He was a quiet kid, he didn't like to be put in or on the spot, and he most certainly didn't like being caught by his younger brother. He had caught Phineas countless times, sure it wasn't embarrassing being the catcher, but he had never been the catchee. She raised her eyebrows at Phineas, waving her hand at him, "Buh-bye."
Phineas rolled his eyes and turned to leave, "Oh, hey Mom." Marjorie's eyes went wide and she felt Ferb's body go rigid, she looked up at Phineas, who turned and smiled smugly. "Gotcha."
He dodged a notebook that was being thrown at his head and ran down the hall and into his room before Marjorie could jump up and follow him. She went to lift herself off of Ferb's lap to chase after Phineas, but he held onto her firmly by her hips. She struggled against him for a moment before realizing it was useless, for a thin kid Ferb was pretty strong. She looked into his eyes, raising an eyebrow, her lips set into a pout. "I do have to close the door you know."
He responded by kissing her neck, up her jaw, and back down. "That's not an answer," He kissed her lips soundly. "What if your mom actually comes up here?"
He sighed and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against hers. Sometimes, he found that he could really hate Phineas, he didn't even have to try that hard. He knew that the door should be closed, they could break apart easier when the door was closed, but the state of his waist was becoming problematic. He didn't want to have her get up and see exactly what she did to him, which was stupid because she could certainly feel it.
He pushed her onto her back, her legs still wrapped around his waist, his hips still pushing into hers. She bit her lip as he leaned over her, his arms supporting his weight so he didn't crush her, his hair falling over his eyes. She raised a hand up to brush it out of the way, tucking it behind his ear but knowing it wouldn't stay. She let her hand run along his face, stopping on his cheek and guiding his lips down to hers.
He couldn't seem to get enough of her, her lips tasted sweet. He bit down on her lower lip, loving the small growl she made and the way her hands caressed his shoulders. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him forward, out of instinct his hips ground against hers causing a low moan to erupt from within him. She smiled, kissing her way down over his jaw to his neck, where she bit softly. His hips jerked of their own accord and he heard her quick intake of breath, he couldn't resist doing it again. He instantly fell in love with the sound, all her sounds, the small moans and pants, the whimpers and intake of breath. They hadn't realized how intense their make out session was until they heard the footsteps on the upstairs landing.
He started to pull apart from her, but she pulled him back down, kissing him harder, rubbing against him harder. He had to clench his jaw so tight to keep from growling, he thought he might've actually cracked a tooth. He pulled away from her again, "No..." quickly kissed her lips and set a book in his lap, hoping his breathing slowed down before whoever got to his room.
His mother appeared before them, tapping lightly on the doorframe. He couldn't look at her, not yet. He glanced over to Marjorie to see her lying in the same position on the floor that her left her in, tossing her cellphone up in the air and catching it. Somehow she looked calm and collected, which was much more than he could say for himself.
"Hey kids, what are you up too?"
Marjorie sat up and smiled, "Algebra." She chuckled at, Linda. "Well, attempting algebra anyway."
She looked over to Ferb, who had yet to look up at Linda, and smiled. He had calmed his breathing enough, but he didn't have the same luck with the bulge in his jeans, which was becoming painful at the moment.
"Did you need something?" He looked over to Linda, a sincere look in his eyes.
She smiled at Ferb and nodded, "I made snacks if any of you were hungry."
She looked between the two of them, Marjorie glanced at Ferb and quickly at the book in his lap, he was holding onto it so tight his knuckles were turning white. She stood up and fixed her cardigan, "I'd love a snack, Linda."
The older woman smiled and waited for Marjorie to exit the room first before following her out. Ferb released his death grip on the book and fell back on the floor, he breathed through his nose a few times before making his way to the bathroom. Phineas cut him off before he got the chance to actually enter it, "You look...excited."
Ferb knew what Phineas was referring too, he narrowed his eyes and went to move past Phineas, "I'm not in the mood, Phin."
Phineas chuckled, "Of course you're not, you're in the mood for some Marjorie, with a nice side of nakedness." Ferb brushed past his brother, knocking him slightly to the side. "Jeez Ferb, I was only joking." The response he received was the bathroom door shutting in his face, "Oh, and were going to the mall with Katrina in a few, so let's make your cold shower a short one, yeah?"
He didn't wait for Ferb's response, instead he bounded down the stairs and into the kitchen where his Mother stood with Marjorie and Katrina, smirking lightly he simply said, "Ladies, how lovely to be in your presence again. Ignore the running water, Ferb let his mind wander once again."
They had been walking around the mall for nearly three hours, he honestly didn't know what else there was to do here, they had been through store after store, hung around on the conveniently placed benches and people-watched, dragged the girls into their beloved tech store, and now they had some more time to waste until their movie started.
Now they were in the most dreaded position a guy could possibly be in, waiting for the girls while they tried on clothes, but not just any clothes, no for that would be too easy and much less painful. They were sitting on those little uncomfortably intimate couches in the dressing room of Victoria's Secret, while Katrina and Marjorie were in the same changing room, trying on frilly, lacy, God knows what, together.
Great, just great.
He kept checking his cell phone for the time, wondering if he could lie to them so they would hurry it up, their movie did actually start soon anyway. He looked over to Phineas, who was leaning against the wall casually while he talked to one of the dressing room clerks, she was pretty in her own right, a little out of his league but, hey, Phineas was a dreamer.
The worst part of all this wasn't awkwardly sitting on the standard 'boyfriend' couch, wasn't the smell of alluring perfume in the air or the lacy intimates that hung around him, not even the fact that his brother had left him sitting alone to talk to the pretty clerk. No, the worst part was having his very attractive girlfriend in the same changing room as his attractive best friend, trying on little scraps of nothings together as they giggled. Giggled. What could they possibly be giggling about?
It was irking him, his imagination running wild as to what they were actually doing behind that cleverly painted door, what was causing them to giggle. Let it be said, it was not a good topic for his sexually charged mind to be thinking about, especially when he had to get through a movie after this, with her sitting next to him.
As he was imagining a deeply erotic scene behind that door, with candles and body oils, Katrina poked her head out and looked around for them, breaking his mental process just at the right time. "Oh, good, you guys are still here. We're almost done if you want to wait for us outside."
He sighed and shrugged in agreement, he walked over to where Phineas was still chatting up the girl and pulled him away by the back collar of his shirt. "Hey! I'll call you!"
He pulled Phineas out of the store and inhaled deeply the normal mall air, Phineas was fixing his shirt and gazing longingly at the store they had just exited. "Katrina said they we're finishing up, she released us from that horrid store."
"Horrid? I was about to get laid in a Victoria's Secret dressing room, thanks for cock-blocking there bro."
Ferb just rolled his eyes, apparently he had been "cock-blocking" Phineas for years now, the phrase was nothing new to him.
"I don't know how you could stand it in there, I was becoming nauseated by the smell."
Phineas raised a brow and glanced down toward the front of his jeans, "Wow Ferb, that's twice in one day, is that English stamina or what?"
Ferb turned and leaned against the railing of the second floor, looking at the lower level and away from his brother, Phineas could be a real dick when he wanted, even if he was just kidding. Ferb chanced a look in his direction and snorted, "You shouldn't be one to talk."
Phineas joined Ferb at the railing quickly, "Touche."
Marjorie and Katrina exited the store sometime there after, carrying bags, and he knew it was going to irk him for the rest of the evening. What could possibly be in those bags? Frilly, lacy, delicious? Bright colored, animal print, sparkles? There were so many possibilities to consider, so many types to think about, to mentally picture...
Marjorie slipped her hand into his larger on, running her thumb over his knuckles, he turned his gaze upon her. Her long hair was pinned back from her face, the dark waves flowing around her gently, exposing the smile on her lips and her big eyes.
"Sorry you had to go through that, I promise I'm usually not this girlie, it's all Katrina's doing I swear."
He had no doubt about that, in just the few weeks he had known her he had come to realize that she wasn't like all the other girls, and he loved it. She was rough, wasn't afraid to get dirty, she liked video games and horror movies, she confessed that the less makeup the better. In a word, she was perfect for him, and he couldn't believe it.
"It's fine, I had Phin to keep me company."
She saw him eyeing the pink bag in her hand and smiled, "If you're good, you might get to see me in it."
The look of shock that passed over his face was priceless, the one raised brow, the slight hanging of his strong jaw, the wave of desire that flowed through his eyes however made things a little more difficult. He grasped her hand a little tighter as they walked a little behind Phineas and Katrina, who were chatting animatedly about something, Ferb sighed, this was going to be one long movie.