A/N: I know, this is shocking that I'm updating. I'm sorry! Please don't hate me! But, here it is, another chapter!

She sat in the audience, for once not forced onstage as she had been for weeks, instead lounging in the not comfortable chairs, flipping through her Instagram feed. She wasn't auditioning for the musical – that was very literally the last possible thing she ever wanted to do – but she decided to show some morale for her friends and support the cause. So, here she was, sitting in the audience of the auditorium, watching audition after audition, trying not to kill herself.

Cal and Mr. Donner were sitting up in the front row, notepads and audition slips surrounding them. Marjorie wasn't even sure why they were bothering with the charade of auditions, it wasn't like Cal didn't already have it casted. They hadn't even announced the show yet, so everyone was auditioning blind, just singing sixteen bars of a song and hoping for the best.

There were a few other kids sitting back in the audience with her, watching the auditions, supporting their friends. She sat by herself, flipping through her phone, waiting for Katrina to belt out her solo so she had someone else to sit with. Katrina was backstage, Phineas and Ferb were in the orchestra pit with Xavier, Michael, Timmy and Andrew posing as the house-band for the auditions and waiting for their own turns, which meant she was flying solo for the time being. It wasn't something she was particularly used to, these past few months had been filled with the Flynn-Fletcher boys hogging her space, dominating her time. And before that, she always had Katrina by her side. It was odd being alone, she hadn't felt that in a long time.

Isabella walked onstage after some boy finished, swinging her hips with a little more force, knowing that Phineas was watching her. She began a particularly rousing rendition of Out Tonight from Rent, stripper hair flip and all. Marjorie wasn't particularly impressed with Isabella or her voice, there was just something lacking in it. Isabella was notoriously sweet – her secret bitchiness aside – she always smiled and her voice had a gentle, crooning quality to it. It was out of place for her to sing a powerful song like this, she'd do much better singing something from Spring Awakening, Wendla's character fitting her more.

Cal seemed impressed though, clapping appropriately, but with slight more enthusiasm than any of the other contestants so far. Isabella smiled fully, looking all the sweet young girl she had once been, bowing slightly before walking off stage. Of course, not without a wink over to Phineas. Marjorie had to physically stop herself from rolling her eyes.

Vivianne sidled on confidently after her best friend exited the stage and went to sit in the audience. She smiled softly – it was contrived – to Cal, before the band started playing a song that was definitely not on the list of approved audition songs. She watched as Ferb stepped over to the piano and Andrew picked up the trumpet, now Marjorie was throughly confused. The band didn't seem to be though, they clearly had rehearsed this not-on-the-list song.

It was mid-tempo, bluesy, and showed off her vocal range. It was also wholly inappropriate.

Vivianne was singing A Guy What Takes His Time from Burlesque – which was basically about sex. And she kept going between making hard – does anyone else find this awkward and inappropriate? – eye contact with Cal and Donner, to staring over at Ferb.

Delightful.

Marjorie couldn't help the small bubble of frustration she felt at Vivianne, twisting her hips and shoulders slowly, seductively while hoping to catch the attention of her boyfriend. This girl needed to get her shit together and stay away from Ferb. She knew Vivianne's type, she knew the bitch wasn't below cheating her way to the top.

As her seductive crooning came to an end, Vivianne tossed some of her long blonde hair over her shoulder and gave Cal that fake, pleasant smile once again. Cal and Mr. Donner clapped appropriately and smiled at Vivianne.

"Bravo, Vivianne. Simply, bravo."

Vivianne bowed slightly, "Thank you, Mrs. Cal."

She walked off stage, sending a lingering smile into the pit before exiting completely. Marjorie had to push down her budding anger at the blonde and breath out harshly, Katrina came on next. Marjorie found herself smiling as Katrina walked onstage with a bored confidence, knowing that Isabella and Vivianne were watching her. She smiled down at Cal, stated her name, what she was auditioning for, and her song.

Marjorie felt the tension in the room immediately. Katrina had chosen to sing the same song as Isabella – not that it was that shocking, there were only three songs to choose from – but, seeing as there were two other songs she could've sang today, they all knew Isabella would hold it against her.

But, that didn't stop Katrina from looking coolly over at Isabella, then to Phineas who was doing a completely horrible job of hiding his smirk. The band went back to their respective instruments and started up the song they had played a few times previous. The band played a little more enthusiastically for Katrina than they had for anyone else, Marjorie could see the small smile on the corners of her friend's lips, breaking through her cool exterior as Michael hit the drums harder for her.

Katrina sang the song straight, barely moving around, no stripper hair flips, no grinding hips, just her voice and facial expressions. She was killing it in a way that Isabella hadn't – and Marjorie wasn't saying that because Katrina was her best friend. She was stating it because it was true. Katrina was fucking awesome, and if Cal didn't give her a lead, she was fucking stupid.

The song ended and the band smiled and laughed with Katrina, clapping for her. Cal simply looked up at Katrina with her calculating stare, Donner clapping and smiling up at her.

"Thank you, Katrina."

Katrina just bowed her head, "Thank you, Mrs. Cal, Mr. Donner." And then walked off stage, coming down into the audience to seek out Marjorie. Vivianne and Isabella stared her down as she passed by the section where they were seated, ignoring them as she made her way over to where Marjorie sat waiting.

"Good job, Trinie!" Marjorie stood and enveloped Katrina in a headlock-hug, chuckling as they sat down beside each other. "You were kick ass. Seriously, fuck the other guys."

Katrina just looked down at her jeans, smiling softly. "Thanks, M."

Marjorie sat back in the uncomfortable chair, watching as another student took to the stage, singing I Wanna Hold Your Hand. "Did you see how pissed Isabella was when that music started? It was kind of fantastic."

Katrina sighed, "Well, it's not like the bitch owns the rights to that song."

Marjorie had to stifle the laugh that came forth at that. "True. Very true."

They sat and watched more kids audition for the better part of an hour, Marjorie getting up to pee more than once, and Katrina zoning out far more than was appropriate. After what seemed like the fiftieth student, Phineas finally hopped up on the stage and took to the mic like it was the only woman he ever wanted. If there was one thing she'd say about Phineas, it was that he exuded sexual chemistry. Certainly more than a seventeen year old boy should.

He winked down at Cal, introduced himself, and started to sing. He had picked I'm Yours, not something she would've expected him to sing with the band at Panic!, but it wasn't bad by any means. Phin had a beautiful voice, one that she could hear on the radio or playing in arenas. He was charismatic and suave, with this odd edge that made him suited for the new wave of rock and roll.

He sang with a smirky-smile on his face, his eye contact clear as it made its way across the audience. Once he was done, he simply bowed and stepped off stage, not even waiting to hear if Cal had anything to add. That's another thing she loved about Phineas – he really didn't care. Other popular kids might've waited to hang on Cal's every word – i.e. Vivianne and Isabella – but Phineas didn't. He was different.

Katrina and Marjorie clapped and hollered for him anyway, earning a smirk and narrowed eyes in their direction from him. Xavier jumped up there next, singing Sweet Caroline and fucking rocking it. Then Timmy, singing I'm Yours and totally not taking it seriously at all, and finally, Ferb.

He passed the guitar over to Phineas and jumped up on the stage, Marjorie had to physically stop her mouth from contorting into a smile at the sight. He just looked so awkward and handsome up there, with his slightly haunched shoulders and running his hand through his tousled hair. He stepped up to the mic with zero of the same swagger that Phineas had, he looked painfully out of place and it made her want to smile and hug him.

She watched as he tossed a piercing look over to the pit at Phineas, who was smiling sheepishly and giving him a thumbs up. Ferb cleared his throat and waited for the music to pick up, not bothering to introduce himself or the song, he just went straight to singing. Clearly, not fucking around.

He was singing Happiness is a Warm Gun by The Beatles. Leave it to Ferb to choose the only British song on the list, Marjorie rolled her eyes.

The boys rendition was a little more modern than the original Beatles version, reminding her of the Across the Universe one that she wasn't at all ashamed to admit was on her iPod. Ferb gripped the microphone with a little more intensity than was really necessary, his eyes looking anywhere than the audience in front of him. He sang loud, louder than she ever remembered hearing him. It made her heart beat faster in her chest and a flush rise over her skin, there was just something about Ferb. Something about his deep, intense voice, something about the way he couldn't look over at them, that made her struggle to breath.

If Phineas had all the swagger and sex-appeal of Blurred Lines, than Ferb had the sensuality and careless intensity of Music of the Night.

It was kind of unfair how well he belted out the chorus, how utterly soaked it made her at the sound of his raw voice and un-commanding stance. That juxtaposition wooed her in a way that it shouldn't have, but it somehow most certainly did.

She crossed her legs and bit at her lower lip.

Ferb finished the song, lifting his eyes only once vaguely to the audience before bowing his head and jumping back into the pit. Marjorie and Katrina erupted into loud whistles and claps, laughing at the small blush that crept up his neck and over his cheeks. Vivianne and Isabella applauded gracefully, but it didn't get past Marjorie the way the blonde's body language was angled towards Ferb.

Andrew went next, then Michael got up, being the last to audition, but Marjorie for the life of her couldn't even remember what they sang or how they did. All she could do was stare over at Ferb, who was playing the guitar and still blushing, his eyes downcast. She felt hot, like she wanted to walk over there and fuck him where he sat. Because that's exactly what she wanted to do, she wanted to push that guitar out of his strong hands and mount him like he so dutifully deserved.

Katrina was loudly yelling at the end of Michael's song and breaking her out of her major stare-fest. Marjorie stood and joined in on Katrina's applauding of Michael, she only felt a little guilty that she couldn't even recall the last three minutes of her life.

Cal and Donner stood then, turning to face all of the students who auditioned that were sitting in the audience. Cal held the clipboard close to her thin chest, her short black bob making her thin face look even paler. She gave a smile, addressing the students. "Thank you everyone who auditioned for our spring musical. We'll be revealing the show and the parts within the next two week after we review our notes. You all did a splendid job."

The students clapped and Donner just nodded, saying simply, "We can't wait to work with you all again this year!"

After that, most students began to pile out of the theatre. Katrina and Marjorie made their way down to the orchestra pit to meet up with the boys and see what they had to say. But, before they could even make it out of their row, Vivianne and Isabella were already standing next to Phineas and Ferb, making hard eye contact and causing Timmy to look very uncomfortable at the scene. Katrina just threw a disgusted eye roll over to Marjorie, who nodded in return.

As they neared closer to the group, Marjorie could make out what the two girls were saying.

"I was surprised Ferb, I really was."

"I told you, Viv, they're both amazing."

"Maybe you guys would like to join us at my house this weekend? We're gonna go over some music that Mrs. Cal let us look at and hang out in my hot tub."

Katrina pushed past the two girls and threw herself down on the piano bench next to Xavier, tossing her arm around his shoulders. She coyly smiled up at Vivianne and Isabella, "Thanks, Viv, we'd love to come."

Marjorie slipped past the two of them as well, and came to stand beside Ferb, who stood at her approach. He gave her a small smile, his shy eyes still downcast. Isabella just scoffed, "I don't think you were invited, Katrina."

Katrina turned her big, falsely innocent eyes from Phineas to the two girls, "Oh? Well, who is invited then?"

Vivianne kept eye contact with Katrina, an odd smile stuck to her face, her clear eyes just slightly narrowed. After a few moments she finally said, "All of you. You're all invited." She turned to glance at Phineas and Marjorie as she said that, much to their surprise. She then turned to Isabella, "Come on, we have to go."

She turned and walked away, leaving Isabella to glare over at Katrina before following behind her friend. Marjorie just turned to look at the rest of the group, shocked. "Well, that was weird."

Timmy stood up, stretching. "I'm over this."

Andrew stood as well, packing up his guitar. "Me too, let's get out of here."

Michael leaned casually against the pit wall, next to Phineas, chuckling. "I thought we all did pretty good, clearly we didn't shine out as much as some people." He threw an over exaggerated wink at Ferb and him and Phineas started laughing and high-fiving each other like goons.

Ferb just gave him the finger before turning back to Marjorie. She smiled up at him, her hands resting in her back pockets, trying desperately not to touch him. "You did great."

He just started flushing again and looked away from her, Katrina stood then as Xavier began to pack away his guitar and Timmy put away his bass. "Guys," She started. "Let's go get food."

They packed up their belongings quickly and made their way out of the school and to the parking lot, going to the diner they frequented for an early dinner.

He was sitting in the living room, reading a book for school, Phineas hanging over the armchair watching tv. He was trying to ignore the pinging of his phone, Vivianne had been texting him all day, nonstop since the auditions a few days prior. It annoyed him that she was so bold, she knew he was with Marjorie, she knew he wasn't interested, but she tried anyway.

The texts were innocent enough, asking what songs would fit his voice range, if he had ever sang with a girl before, what he was doing. He responded curtly to the questions that needed to be answered for the stupid musical, but that was all. He didn't need the blonde getting between him and Marjorie, he had seen how Isabella had done that to Phineas many times.

He sighed as his phone vibrated again – he had turned off the sound an hour ago, not being able to handle the stupid noise and the look Phineas was giving him.

"Vivianne?"

Ferb looked up from his book and to his brother, he nodded with a sigh. "She won't stop."

Phineas looked at him ruefully. "Yeah, she's not going to." He turned back to the tv. "She wants your D, man."

He breathed in deep through his nose, "Well, great."

He heard Phineas chuckle as he went back to reading his book, ignoring the vibrating in his pocket. "Don't get grouchy with me, dude. I'm not the one with two incredibly hot chicks fighting over me."

Ferb looked down his nose at Phineas, in a striking impression of their father. "Really?"

"Okay, yeah. Well, fighting is a harsh term for our situations. Intruding is more like it."

"When are you just going to man up and make a move?"

Phineas looked down, away from Ferb's gaze, he sighed. "I don't know."

Ferb took it as a sign that his brother didn't want to talk about this any longer, so he went back to reading his book. He got a few moments of peace in before his phone went off again. With an exasperated sigh, he pulled out his phone and opened the texts. A few were from Vivianne, he skipped those and went to the ones Marjorie had sent. She was at the dance studio, working this afternoon. She taught some after school lessons for little kids. He wasn't expecting a text from her until she got home later. His breathing stopped as he read them, his heart started thumping loudly in his chest, a flush rising up his neck.

This is so boring.

From: Marjoriee 3:01pm

I've been so horny all day.

From: Marjoriee 3:07pm

I'm literally sitting here with my thighs clenched together.

It's not working, my clit is throbbing.

From: Marjoriee 3:14pm

I'm picturing you beneath me as I ride you.

Would you like that?

From: Marjoriee 3:18pm

I just want to feel your hard cock inside me.

From: Marjoriee 3:21pm

Fill me up, buttercup.

From: Marjoriee 3:22pm

I need to stop, I'm completely soaked, thinking of you.

From: Marjoriee 3:25pm

He swallowed thickly, grabbing his book and standing quickly, going towards the stairs. Phineas looked up, watching him go, confusion written all over his features. "Where are you going?"

Ferb didn't respond, he just bounded up the stairs and went straight to his room, locking his door behind him. He never locked his door, he never had a need to. Well, before Marjorie, he never needed to. Now, he felt like he needed to wank every other minute.

He responded to her text immediately, not really believing this was happening. He was really sexting with a girl.

Why are you doing this to me?

From: Ferb 3:31pm

She texted back almost instantly.

Oh, so you're responding now. Cool.

I'm so wet.

From: Marjoriee 3:32pm

He let out a groan, a hand going straight to his cock, unconsciously gripping it through his pants.

Stop. You have no idea what you're doing to me.

From: Ferb 3:33pm

Oh, I'm pretty sure I do.

From: Marjoriee 3:34pm

I want you in my mouth again.

I want to lick you hard,

take you as far as you'll go.

Would you like that?

From: Marjoriee 3:35pm

I want you inside me now.

Hard and fast.

How would you fuck me?

From: Marjoriee 3:36pm

His breathing was heavy as he read her texts, his hand firmly pumping his length. God, she needed to stop, now.

How do you want me to fuck you?

From: Ferb 3:38pm

I want to ride you until you're begging me for more.

I want you to grab my hair and fuck me from behind.

I just want you pounding into me.

From: Marjoriee 3:39pm

"Fuck." He unbuttoned his pants quickly, pulling himself out and pumping his fist faster, his breathing ragged.

I'm so wet right now,

I wish you could feel how wet I am.

From: Marjoriee 3:40pm

How would you fuck me?

From: Marjoriee 3:41pm

He quickly texted back with one hand, the other firmly stroking his cock.

I'd have you in the shower,

on my bed, on your bed,

wherever I could have you.

I'd make you come so hard.

From: Ferb 3:43pm

He certainly hoped he'd be able to make her come, he wasn't all that accustomed to the female side of things. He was a quick learner though, he was studious and apt. He was mostly positive that he'd be able to figure it out.

God. I can't wait to go home and play with myself.

Would you like to watch me touch myself?

From: Marjoriee 3:45pm

"Oh, God, yes."

Oh, God, yes.

From: Ferb 3:47pm

Can you picture it, Ferb?

Sliding all about myself, making myself come.

From: Marjoriee 3:49pm

"Fuck." Of course he could picture it, he'd been picturing it for the past two months – that among other things. He could see her naked, spread out on her bed, legs wide, her fingers slick and sliding in and out of herself. He moved his hand faster, grabbing a tissue and coming, hard. He laid back on his bed, his breathing still heavy, his eyes closed. What was this girl doing to him?

He picked up his phone, responding to her text.

I just did.

And I just came.

From: Ferb 3:55pm

:( I still have forty minutes until I can leave.

And I'm so horny now that I know you

were touching yourself.

From: Marjoriee 3:57pm

Sorry, love.

I'll just have to make it up to you.

From: Ferb 3:59pm

You most certainly will ;)

From: Marjoriee 4:01pm

He shook his head, smiling as he continued to lay back on his bed, smiling at the ceiling. How had this become his life? He went from having minimal to no contact with people of the female species, to having someone like Marjorie think about him like he was fucking Channing Tatum or something.

He ran this hand through his hair and smiled as he closed his eyes and thought about how he would see her later, completely forgetting about the fact that Vivianne continued to text him as though he cared.

A/N: LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK, GUYS. LOVE YOU. Also, sorry if those text messages were confusing.