I slipped through the front door to see my mother gathering a popcorn bowl and some garbage from the coffee table and I figured she had just finished watching a movie. "Hi, mom." I grinned stepping forward. "Oh, Isa! I thought you were going to stay over and Phineas'?" I blinked and nodded, "Oh I wasn't going to… But, could Ferb stay the night?" She made a thoughtful uneasy sound, my mother was pretty easy going when it came to Phineas and Ferb. We used to have sleepovers all the time and she trusted me. "Please? He's uhm, going to help me with some homework…" I mumbled embarrassed, "Isabella! You were putting off you're history project?" I cringed at the disappointment in her voice and quickly answered. "That's why Ferb's coming over, I realized my mistake and he's gonna help!"

The "I realized my mistake" line always works.

xxxxx

I was sitting in my room glaring over history text when I heard the faintest of knocks on my door. "Oh hi, Ferb." I greeted irritably and he gave me a thoughtful smile, taking in the very true fact that I was actually just lying around beating myself up for procrastinating and now dragging Ferb into my mess.

He set down his backpack by my bed and sat next to me, reading over my shoulder. "The Night of the Long Knives." We stated in unison and I gave him a stupid grin as flashed his laughing eyes at me, "Pretty dark." He cooed, leaning over to gently lift the book from my hands. "Well, I just wanted to do something that's barely done." I lifted my hands to emphasize my feelings and he glanced back at me from the text, "I know it's a little tough, but you don't even have to stick around."
Ferb rolled his eyes, flipping through some pages before handing the book back to me and reaching into his bag. With a small grunt he lifted his laptop from his pack, it was an old model so I don't blame him for the heavy lifting.

He glanced around my room with wandering eyes until they landed on the pencil in my hand, "Oh," I already knew what he was looking for, "my notebooks are in the night stand next to you." I pointed at the small pink table, decorated with a cute purple book lamp and he only smiled at the girliness of it all. Including the notepad he pulled from the tiny drawer, all decorated with stickers and marker stains. He looked back at me and quirked an eyebrow, "What?"
I gawked back at him as if he'd never seen an old, tattered, notebook before. I swiped the book from his hands, "I've had that since I was a kid."
"Like a diary?" he tilted his head in wonder. "No, I used it for school stuff mostly." I peered down at the notepad, "I still use it…" I flicked through the earlier pages and saw all my chicken scratch from the fourth grade, little doodles all in the margins and all the math problems and English questions.

I let a sigh escape my lips as I passed a page, full of hearts and scribbles. Obviously something I dedicated to Phineas. I looked up to Ferb's uncomfortable stare and shifted to glance away a little embarrassed, "Uh.. There's another one in the drawer." I mumbled. He snatched up the extra pad and began his work.

xxxxx

It was about 1AM, I was sitting on the floor, facing my T.V., back against my bed. Ferb was at my side his laptop on the floor in front of us and papers and books scattered across my bedroom floor. I was fading fast and my report, at the least two thirds done, was laying in my lap as I began nodding my head from side to side. Even Ferb's rapid typing had slowed to a sleepy rhythm that we were both swaying to.

That is, until Ferb's cell phone vibrated against the floor between us, and we both shot up at the sound. He shot for the device to silence the noise as I grabbed my chest, trying to catch my breath. "Wh-who-! What was that?" I shrieked in the softest of voices (I didn't want to wake my mother). "Phineas…" He hummed, quickly pounding in a text reply, "Ngh… What time is it?" I kneaded my eyes roughly, blinking for vision as soon as I felt all itches had been ended, "One." Ferb stated clicking his phone shut, sighing irritated, "What did Phineas say?" I frowned a little at how Ferb glared down at his phone, Phineas must be doing something stupid. "He's sneaking out to see someone." I was right.

"Who?" He only shrugged, before speaking once more, "He wants me to stay up in case something happens." Typical Phineas, doesn't want to do anything without involving his brother one way or another. Ferb moved to his knees, sorting out and over the papers and handing them back to me, "Are-are you leaving?" I blinked and I felt my heart sink a little, he glanced back at me as if the sadness was all too obvious, "I'll have to stay up for-"

"I'll stay up with you. I mean, we're staying up anyway. I know we're like done, but we can watch movies and stuff." He blinked and blushed lightly, setting his laptop down on the floor gently. He gave me an uneasy look and I only smiled, "How about we watch… Oh! Stacy lent me this great foreign animated movie! It's supposed to be totally amazing." his eyes locked on mine and I felt like his gaze could cut right through me. "How about that?" I grinned, looking up at him pleadingly.

I mean, I was already having so much fun with Ferb, he's smart, and even though he doesn't speak much, he does know how to keep a conversation going. We could keep up a topic just between his looks and my endless rambles and he always seemed so interested in what I say, I wasn't going to lie. If he left now, it'd be like an end to this party for two.

Ferb gave me a small smile and nodded, "Awesome! We can just put the notes on my desk and, oh! You wanna make popcorn?" he nodded again as I brought myself to my feet, setting the books on my, desk. He handed me his research notes and tip-toed out of my room to the kitchen. I couldn't hold in my giggles, I was kind of excited to sit and watch a movie with Ferb, and maybe have to sneak out to save Phineas from whatever nonsense he's gotten into-

Coincidentally, Ferb's phone vibrated and I noticed he left it sitting on my bed. I stared at the device as, after about three rings, it silenced itself. Quiet returned to my room as I eyed the phone intensely, I should check it, what if Phineas needs help? Or what if it's some secret text Ferb doesn't want anyone to see? But who would be texting him besides Phineas at this hour? He wasn't texting anyone while we were working. I dragged my desk drawer open and retrieved the movie, bringing it over to my DVD player and turning on my T.V. I hit the eject button and the disc slowly slid into the movie player.

And I dived for the phone in an instant, flipping it open to read the mystery text:

From Phineas:
found django C:
txt you later kay?

I frowned disappointed; I thought I was going to find something scandalous. But all I found was Phineas sneaking out to hang out with that art kid from school. The scent of butter filled my room instantly and I turned to see Ferb in the doorway holding a bowl of popcorn, he blinked seeing that I had his phone.

In a second he tensed up, the beginnings of a blush spreading across his face, "Phineas texted you, I was just seeing what he said." I stated oblivious to his embarrassed expression, which quickly relaxed into a smile as I read the text aloud. He hummed in thought gently switching the phone in my hand for the bowl of popcorn, smiling as if he knew something more. I only looked up at him curiously and he glanced down at me and chuckling softly, sitting on the bed next to me. "It's nothing." He murmured, always knowing exactly what I was thinking. I opened my mouth to pry, but decided quickly against it, knowing how unrealistically difficult it was to gain any information on the matter from Ferb.

He scrunched up his face at the main menu screen of the DVD, scenes of some magic goings-on and a girl riding a flying dragon, and turned to me in question. "I know it's animated, but you like fantasy stuff, so let's watch it!" I grinned and he only smiled back, easily defeated. We snuggled up under the covers on my bed, the lights all out and the popcorn bowl on our laps. I held the remote up and pressed play, we decided to stay in our clothes, knowing Phineas would eventually call on us to come escort him home.

The movie had kind of a sad opening, in my opinion; Ferb on the other hand was completely unmoved. A story about a girl moving from her home to a new one in the middle of nowhere, away from all her friends. I'd be really sad if that were me, though I guess I just relate too easily. As the movie progressed, our attention was slowly brought in to the film, captivated by the story and images, that we didn't even pay any mind to our progression towards each other. By the movie's low point, I had my arm around Ferb's and my head resting contently on his shoulder. He didn't seem to mind, I had found myself so comfortable, nestled into his shirt, and I felt I could sleep there for days.

There were moments in the movie where I would giggle, and have the luck to hear his soft chuckle erupt from his chest, something so melodious that I found myself blush whenever I heard it. Or the quiet 'ah's and 'oh's he would mutter to himself and little comments he would whisper to me, only to find myself in a fit of quiet laughter over the simplest of jokes. The movie finally came to an end and I found myself fluttering my eyes, trying to rid myself of the tears that came with it.

I sat up from Ferb's shoulder to blink the salty water away with no luck; I chuckled at myself, feeling a bit pathetic that I was getting so emotional over the movie. Ferb only tugged his brows together worried,
"Are you okay?" he whispered and I sniffled, wiping my cheeks as I let the few tears fall,
"Yeah, just… Being a girl." I laughed.
"The movie was really good!" I couldn't stop laughing, and I turned to him with a big smile, rubbing my cheek to rid myself of the wet streak. Ferb could only grin back, giving me this look of just pure happiness before leaning close and wiping my other cheek with the gentlest of touches.
"You missed one." He mumbled and leaned back blushing furiously.
"Thanks…"