Can't believe I finally did it. I wrote a Ferbella story (Kill me now :P).
Phineas and Ferb do not belong to me (if they did, AYA would have gone much differently…).
Ferb could not sleep.
He rolled out of bed and sat at his desk, turning on the lamp and staring at the framed picture in the corner. The familiar ache in his chest returned, uninvited as it was. After a few seconds, he stood and began pacing his room. He stopped in the middle of the floor and sighed deeply as he ran his hands through his hair.
Everything was a reminder. A very brutal reminder of…her.
Everything around Ferb forced him to admit…that he was in love.
A groan escaped the Brit's lips as he flopped back onto his bed, his spirit growing more and more restless. "You can't ever have her," he reminded himself, hating the words even before he articulated them.
He found himself staring at the picture once more: staring at her. Ferb had already imagined a thousand times that night what would happen if he told her how he felt and how she might react. Some of these fantasies went on longer than he should have allowed them to – they only made him more desperate. Desperate to know she felt at least a particle of what he felt.
He stood up, carefully setting the covers aright over the bed before stepping to his desk once again and shutting off the lamp. He picked up his phone and headphones, turning on a recording he had done of the first movement of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. Ferb laid on his bed, squeezing his eyes shut. A single tear leaked out after a couple minutes.
"I love her," he whispered to nobody in particular. He supposed that he had really known this for a few years, ever since they were in high school and they started talking more to each other than to the others in their respective friend groups. Ferb rarely spoke, except to her…
He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling with new resolve. He was going to tell her even if it broke his heart. Even…if it broke his brother's. It scared Ferb a little just how willing he was to do that.
"I love you," he said as if she were in front of him. Her name escaped his lips a few seconds after the previous statement, whispered so gently and softly that one could almost miss it.
"…Isabella."