"Stupid Monday morning…"

Isabella rolled over to look at her alarm clock. She frowned when she remembered that her father was still in town. She sighed before hopping out of bed.

She looked through her closet and smirked. She didn't really own anything outrageous. Nothing too rebellious. She finally went through all of her clothes and smiled. She forgot about Adyson's crazy goth, punk-rock phase. She nodded as she looked at her reflection, her long black hair was tied back into a ponytail with a feather hair clip at the end, she was wearing a black tank top with a red logo on it , the shirt coming to a stop just enough to bare her midriff, gray jeans with black converses and a purple jacket. To top it off she was wearing purple lipstick. She didn't even know they made purple lipstick!

She giggled before running downstairs.

"Good morning mama!"

Vivian turned around and nearly fainted, "Good morning mi chic-ah!" She frowned. "Isa, um is this a new trend or something?"

Isabella shook her head, "Nope."

Roman smiled at the sight of his unusually dressed daughter. Sure she was dressed odd but seeing her bright smile made him happy. She had gone to bed angry on Saturday and completely ignored him on Sunday but seeing as she was happy today things might be different. "Good morning Bella."

Silence.

Isabella brushed past him as she headed to the door. She turned back and smiled happily towards her mother. "Goodbye mama!"

Roman sat down at the table and sulked. Not only was she ignoring him but she was doing it in such a way that it was like she had completely brainwashed herself to forget he ever existed. It was as if she could look completely straight past him.

The four boys stood in front of Phineas' locker as they discussed their plans for today. Various speak of tests and projects were passed around along with how cool it would be if there teachers got eaten by three headed dogs on Buford's account.

"Well…that does give me an idea."

Ferb and Baljeet's eyes widened in terror as Buford chuckled maniacally as Phineas spoke. Phineas grinned sheepishly, "Of course if we did have a three headed dog we'd have him trained enough to not eat our chemistry teacher…sorry Bufe'"

Buford frowned.

The Indian teen turned back and frowned at the sight of the raven-haired girl's latest outfit choice. "Whoa…Isabella, why do you look like a groupie for 'Joan Jett and The Runaways'?"

Buford's eyes widened before turning to the boy, "How do you know about 'Joan Jett and The Runaways'?"

"I have a life outside of you!"

Isabella giggled before meeting the eyes of all four boys. "What?"

All four stammered and stuttered.

"Uh. Isabella why do you look like Adyson during her goth phase?" Phineas kindly asked.

Buford chuckled.

Isabella rolled her eyes before placing a hand on the redhead's shoulder. "I just felt like shaking it up. Not a problem, right?"

All the boys exchanged worried glances before shaking their heads. Baljeet jolted upward at the sound of the school bell. "Oh. Um…look at that we have to get to class." Baljeet, Buford and Phineas immediately ran off to class. Isabella started before she felt a hand grab her arm and pull her back.

"Ferb…" She turned back to face the green haired boy. His expression was nonchalant as he had one eyebrow raised and frowned at her. His expression told her that he wanted an explanation. She sighed. "Ferb. I-it's just guys in general! One's completely oblivious; the other is supposed to be there for you…for your mom. A-and he tells you how the guy you like doesn't love you…"

Ferb chuckled, "Us guys are a handful aren't we?", his eyes widened in realization. "Wait. Did your dad tell you Phineas doesn't love you?"

Isabella sadly nodded. "And for a while I-I believed him…"

Ferb frowned, "C'mon Isabella. Now you know that's not true. I, as his brother can truthfully tell you that Phineas loves you."

Isabella nodded.

"And what's with the outfit?"

"Trying to rebel against my dad."

"More like trying to rebel against the world." Ferb scoffed.

Isabella tossed him a look of confusion.

Ferb smiled. "Did your mom approve of this? How would your grandmother feel? Baljeet compared you to Joan Jett. I think Phineas is completely worried about you right now and I am not the least bit comfortable with this look."

Isabella giggled.

"No I'm serious. I mean Phineas is probably worried like hell because this isn't you. I mean seriously. His whole life Isabella has been a sweet little tomboy who can beat him in any video game or sport but lets him win at anytime because he's kind of a sore loser. That's his Isabella."

Isabella smiled.

"See. So if you really want to show your dad. Just tell him the truth, tell him how good my brother makes you feel. Tell him that you love him and that you aren't going to stop and that he'll just have to live with it."

Isabella hugged him. "Thanks Ferb."

The boy nodded.

"And promise me to never make me late for class again!" she said wagging her finger strictly at him.

"No problem. Promise me I'll never have to knock sense into you again because that is way more talking than I should do in a day."

Isabella giggled as the two walked to class.

Isabella went home and changed immediately. She didn't like the feel of those clothes on her skin.

"Bella? Can you come downstairs please?"

Isabella sighed, Ferb was right she would have to face her father eventually. She walked downstairs and gulped. She couldn't do it, standing right in front of her father and she still didn't have the guts to tell him exactly how she felt.

"Bella. Tomorrow I'm taking you to meet my friend and his son. I'm sure you'll like him. He's a nice charming young man and you two have various things in common both Spanish Jews. Only he's Colombian but no matter it fine. So yeah…"

Isabella froze and tuned him out. All she was getting was that her father was trying to set her up on a date. Probably with a boring square that met his standards.

"Bella? Bella?" Roman repeated waving his hand in her face.

She refused to move. If she moved she had a strong feeling that things would've ended up in another argument as she would've probably done something out of place. She opened her mouth to interrupt him, to tell him what Ferb had told her to tell him. About how her heart belonged to Phineas and that it always would despite the fact if their love had his approval or not.

However, Roman took this opportunity to continue.

"His name is Paolo. And he's a charming young man. Studying law."

Isabella grew angry. She didn't care about Paolo and him studying law. Who really cared anyways? See, he was studying law. She didn't want to be a boring lawyer's wife, she wanted to be a quirky inventor's wife.

Vivian watched from afar and frowned. She knew Isabella wanted to object and she wasn't sure that the best thing for Roman to do was to put her on a date with a random stranger no matter how charming he supposedly was.

Isabella went up to her room and wanted to scream. Stupid school for having one day of school and then two weeks of vacation. Stupid dad for not putting her feeling in consideration and setting her up with some random guy she didn't know and she, herself was stupid for not speaking up. She reached around for her cell phone; she had some complaining to do to a certain green haired Brit.

Author's Note: Yeah I gave Ferb a part in this chapter! Why? Because I like Ferb! So yeah, sorry for not updating sooner, I was massively busy with english assignments. I had to write two essays. So let me not bore you with my reality. I just wanna thank all you guys who have been reading and reviewing this story, thanks! So thanks again and enjoy!