Game On
Chapter 2
Oh it is definitely game on! Isabella hid her smirk behind her coffee cup the morning Ferb comes down for breakfast. He didn't sleep well judging from the tired look he's sporting. His long hair is messy, giving the impression that he spent his morning running the fingers through it a couple of times before deciding to do down and get breakfast. Phineas would probably be home late at night and Mr and Mrs Flynn-Fletcher said that they would be arriving at three o'clock.
"Good morning Ferb," She greeted him good morning and checked to see if the breakfast that she made for him still looked nicely.
The look that he gave her resulted in butterflies in her stomach. Too bad she already changed out of his clothes.
"Lovely morning, isn't it Bella?" His husky British voice would become the death of her someday.
They spent a quiet breakfast together, each not knowing just what to say to the other. Ferb bailed on his t-shirt since the hot weather of June is fast approaching, which leaves his sculpted chest bare for her to gaze at. Hmm...she remembered how his pale skin felt against her palms. So smooth and so hard...
"See something you like?" His voice snapped her back to reality.
The smirk that he's currently sporting would make the teenage girls of Danville High cry out for him to date them. He's a stud and he doesn't know it. "Mayyyybe," She decided to tease him.
It was definitely the wrong time for him to sip his coffee since he became a spluttering mess as soon as he heard the suggestion in her tone. "Don't insinuate something that you can't finish, Bella."
Isabella rinsed off the remaining crumbs off her plate before setting it on the counter. She walked slowly towards Ferb and planted one on his mouth. It is a fact that she just recently discovered last night. She likes kissing him. "Who says I can't finish this?"
"Bella!" She finds his growling veeery attractive.
"Game on, Brit!"
"Whooooo is it hot in here or is it just me?" A couple of girls sighed at the sight of a shirtless Ferb. Today is Danville High's fund-raising and Ferb and his football teammates are currently contributing for the construction of the new school auditorium in the means of a Car Wash. Supposed to be, it would only be the cheerleaders and the jocks but somehow it turned into a school thing.
Their game officially started last week and Ferb decided to leave a huge bomb on their battlefield by letting everyone know that he's been working out. Isabella watched from behind a dirty road truck the way the cheerleaders would faun over his biceps and use towels to wipe the sweat off his forehead and neck. What a bunch of needy teenagers.
"Whoa, Izzy. What did that road truck do to you?"
Startled, Isabella started firing the hose on the person behind her.
"Whoa no stop I come in peace!" The younger Flynn-Fletcher raised both his hands in surrender as he discarded himself of his wet shirt.
"Oh Phineas! I didn't see you there. Sorry!" She meekly grinned as an apology.
"It's fine Izzy." Then he turned around for the people watching. "I'm fine people!" They laughed at him in response. The girls might be Ferb's but their friendship would always belong to Phineas. He will always be the sweet, talkative one. It must be why Isabella wanted to marry him when they were younger. She wanted to be friends with everyone and Phineas is definitely friends with everyone.
Noticing that his stepbrother is currently watching, Isabella slyly faced the redhead. "Wow Phineas...you've been working out, haven't you?"
He turned as red as his hair because of her suggestive tone. Oh she feels like a total slut flirting with him like this when all she really wants is to take his handsome and dashing British brother home and have her way with him. The world has definitely turned and she wants the attention of the brooding mysterious older Flynn-Fletcher instead of the oblivious, kind, friendly Phineas.
"Uuuh yeah, I've been joining Ferb at the gym recently. I'm glad you noticed." He ran his hands on his hair before joining her to clean off the dirty truck. While not as muscular as his older stepbrother, Phineas is certainly coming along. Granted he will never be as handsome as Ferb, he comes at a close second. Besides, his extrovert personality wins him more than the older boy.
"I've definitely noticed."
Alarms blared off as a car was hit too hard. This stopped her from continuing her flirtation with the younger Flynn. The students were desperately looking for the owner of the car to stop its noise. Isabella looked around and saw a green-haired boy furiously shaking his hair as he walked out of Danville High's parking lot.
"Uhm...Isabella?"
"What?"
"Why are you stabbing your ice cream manically?"
Funny question, Gretchen. It seems as if Ferb has made it his mission to ignore me these past few days and finally made it an effort to use his British charms of high school girls and parading himself with a different girl in his arm everyday at school—while still pretending that I'm invisible, of course. Now, he's laughing and chatting with the gorgeous college girl, Vanessa, whom he's had a crush on since forever and all I want to do it stab her with my plastic spoon and rub the sticky ice cream all over her perfect face. "I'm just not in the mood to eat ice cream, Gretch."
"Wait...you're the one who invited me for ice cream!"
Isabella waved her off and took out her phone to text him.
From: Isabella
To: Ferb
So I guess she's back huh?
She gets a reply a few seconds later.
From: Ferb
To: Isabella
Jealous?
The nerve!
From: Isabella
To: Ferb
You wish, darling.
"Izzy, who are you texting?" Gretchen peeped on her phone and gasped loudly once she sees the previous messages. The ex Jr. Captain of the Fireside girls scanned the ice cream shop before averting her eyes from the intrigued Ferb. "Oh my Gosh! Are we spying on Ferb?"
"Shhh!" She places her index finger on her lips, aware that the boy they're talking about is currently on a date with some other girl a few feet away from them. "Be quiet or he'll hear you!"
"Isabella, what is happening?"
And this is how she found herself a couple of hours later: with tear-stained face and lips almost blue from all the cold yummy goodness. She managed to tell Gretchen everything. From the moment she moved in to the present when she managed to convince her friend to eat ice cream with her while she spies on her frien—no, boyfriend? No...lover? Ugh. Looks like she needed the ice cream after all.