New post, whoo! Aww, I see you guys are pretty hard on poor Ginger. Honestly, as we keep going, this story could be really interesting from Balinger's POV, ha. Well, go back and read String Theory and see how Ginger is the comforting best friend in the perfect fairy tale relationship, whispering away to her boyfriend and helping her jealous BFF when she's going psycho. Tables be turning! Time for Ginger and Isabella to switch places.

Anyway, this is a Ferb chapter. And umm, maybe the tables haven't turned THAT much...

The worst part about being an adult is… the grown-up stuff. As in, paying for things, and cleaning things, and making our own food. Sometimes, when you're tired, you just have to settle for cold cereal in the morning.

"This is the worst." Phineas said, pretty much to his cereal. "I miss Mom's food." He said, depressed. Just then, we heard gentle knocking at the door. "It's open!" He called.

"Hey guys!" Our confident female friend came bounding in. "Whatcha' doin'?" Phineas and I just stared. What the heck? Because this wasn't my beautiful raven-haired Isabella in our living room. This was the brunette Adyson Sweetwater.

"Adyson… hey. Whaaat are you doing here?" Phineas asked awkwardly.

"Just… dropping by." She said flirtatiously.

"Ok." He said awkwardly.

"Has anyone ever told you how cute your hair is, Phineas?"

"No?"

"I've always found red hair… attractive."

"It's a Flynn thing." He said simply. "We all have it. But you could dye yours if you want. I bet you would look nice."

I almost had to hide my laughter. Adyson paused. The obliviousness was so thick you could swim through it.

"Um, you think my hair looks nice?" She flipped it around for him.

"Sure." He shrugged.

"Phineas…"

"You know what… I am sick of this cereal." Phineas announced. "Ferb, I know what we're going to do today!"

"Let me guess…" Adyson said, bored already. "Something about an awesome new cereal?"

"Yup." He left the room for a minute.

"GAH." She exclaimed. "Isabella did this for years?"

I laughed. "You should stop. It's not going to happen."

"Shut up." She said. "You two think you know everything about relationships, when we all know you don't have that much longer."

"What?" I exclaimed. "Are you implying that Isabella and I… won't last?"

"Well… yeah." She said. "You might be Mr. and Mrs. Perfect, but come on. You're the ladies' man. You're always going to be someone's crush. And don't think we didn't see you staring at Mishti. Plus… Isabella is dating you, she's sleeping with you… but who is she spending all her time worrying and thinking about?" She asked.

Phineas.

"Phineas." She finished.

It was starting to haunt me. It was true. All Isabella could think about was Phineas. Granted, she was thinking about matching him up with someone else, but still. All she could do was worry about him. Isabella and Phineas. Isabella and Phineas. Isabella and Phineas. It was never going to go away.

Maybe he WAS jealous of our relationship and oblivious to it. Maybe she was still in love with him somewhere under it all, and just had me as her boy toy. Everyone joked we were "the perfect couple", but no one had ever really thought Isabella would end up with me. And apparently no one thought she would stay with me either.

"That was annoying." Django whined, as we all walked back into our apartment, back from tuxedo fittings.

"No, it wasn't." Phineas said.

"Phineas… could you be a little less Phineas-y right now?" Kyle said. "Tuxedos suck."

Phineas sighed. "They're not THAT bad."

"And we look like a team of secret agents in them." Irving said dramatically.

"Fuck that shit." Buford deadpanned. "Why am I going to this wedding again?"

"You don't HAVE to come, Buford." I said.

"No, I don't want to be left out." He peeped.

"Well, one more thing off the list." Phineas said. "Baljeet… are you ok?" We stared at our Indian friend, who seemed a little distracted.

"Yes, yes, Phineas." He muttered.

"So… have you told Ginger you L-U-V her yet?" Buford asked.

"I think you mean L-O-V-E." Phineas said.

"Shut up, Dinnerbell!" Buford exclaimed.

"No." Baljeet said softly. "I just… I can't now."

"Why?" Phineas asked.

"Because he has feelings for Mishti." I said softly.

"What?" Phineas said. "Do you?"

"Yes – no – I don't know!" Baljeet exclaimed. "How can I tell Ginger I'm in love with her if she's not the only one I am in love with?"

"Jeet… Get this in your nerd brain… Mishti is NEVER going to like you back. You're lucky you got someone like Ginger. She's so out of your league already. You think you have a chance with Mishti?" Buford said.

"I do not want to be with Mishti!" He said, frustrated. "I just…" He was interrupted by knocking at the door.

"I got it." Phineas said.

"Hey!" The minute he opened the door, the room was suddenly swamped with girls. "We're back from shoe shopping!" Isabella said happily.

"Wanna see?" Adyson asked.

"No!" Buford answered for all of us. "Damn it, you girls. We're going to see you at the wedding anyway! Why do you fuss over every detail?"

"Humph." Isabella pouted. "Back to my place, girls. I can see we're not wanted here."

The swarm turned to go. The stampede would have probably killed Phineas, still by the door, if he hadn't taken a few steps back. Taken a few steps back and notice Gretchen trip, catching her before she fell.

"Whoa! Be careful!" He said, laughing.

"Sorry!" She giggled. "Ironically… tripped on my own shoes." They both laughed.

"New poll, new poll…" Buford whispered to me. So is this Phineas and Gretchen idea actually going to become a thing?

"GRETCH." Adyson said loudly. Oh god… hopefully it was, before Adyson snatched him up.

Phineas and Isabella. Phineas loves Isabella. Isabella loves Phineas.

"Ha ha, baby, did you see Phineas today?"

"What?" I exclaimed, nearly jumping up.

She was tying her hair up in a ponytail. We were both in pajamas, about to go to sleep. "Yeah." She giggled. "He and Gretchen totally had a moment."

"What… what does it matter?" I said, suddenly frustrated. "You have no clue what you're doing!"

"What's wrong with you?" She asked.

"Nothing." I muttered.

"Come on, Ferb…" She fluttered her eyelashes. "What is it?" She rubbed my shoulders.

I sighed. "Will we last?"

"What?" She tilted her head.

"Will this relationship last?" I asked.

"You've been with me for a year, baby." She said fondly. "I think we're doing ok."

"Are we though?" I asked. "A year… and what? What's happened? What's changed?"

"I'm in love with you. You're in love with me. I know everything about you and you know everything about me."

"I've always known everything about you, Isabella. I've always loved you. So… nothing has changed. This – our relationship isn't normal. There was no learning about each other. There was no real first kiss, first night, first date. We never met each other's friends or family. So, how can we be the perfect couple? There's been no growth in a year. We're just… in rapid decay." I finished.

"What…" She stared at me. "How can you say that?" She exclaimed. "So what if it wasn't a cliché normal relationship? You know what, we tried that a few times before, and it isn't Gretchen in this bed with you."

"Yeah, well, she's best friends with Adyson, she probably thinks the same thing." I muttered.

"What?" Isabella asked. "Wait, what does Adyson have to do with this?"

"She came over to see Phineas the other day. I guess she's learning from the master." I said sarcastically.

"What!?" Isabella cried. "And you didn't tell me! I thought we established how bad she would be for poor Phineas if…"

I lost it. "Poor Phineas! YES. Because he's still all you think about, Isabella! As if he wasn't a grown man, and you still have to wait on him hand and foot until the day he falls in love with you!"

Isabella stopped dead. "You… you think… Ferb! What… you think… I'm in love with Phineas? After everything we've been through? I… I thought we were done with this conversation."

"Me too." I said angrily. "Until I noticed… huh, dating Ferb is a lot like dating Phineas and Ferb."

"What do you want me to say, Ferb? Huh? What?" Isabella huffed. "That I wasn't in love with Phineas? That I never loved Phineas? Because that isn't true! What, am I not supposed to be friends with him anymore? Ok, Ferb, ok! I love YOU, my heart belongs to YOU… so I'll just keep coming over here just to fuck you and ignore that sweet boy who has been my nearest and dearest friend for years!" She yelled. "Oh, and please continue to accuse me of being in love with Phineas, while you're still very much friends with Vanessa!"

"What does Vanessa have to do with anything?" I exclaimed.

She laughed sarcastically. "You always said you couldn't be 'just friends' with Vanessa. Well, then, why do you still talk to her? Why is every person you know going to HER wedding!?" She laughed again. "I know you Ferb, you've done this before, you jackass. There's a reason why you have the reputation as the 'ladies' man'. Oh… a blonde here… a brunette there… a redhead now and then… a high school girlfriend, a college girlfriend… a friend-with-benefits," She pointed at herself. "But… only one Vanessa. You broke all those hearts… you broke my heart… because… there's only one Vanessa. Well… newsflash! She's getting married! Even when she was your girlfriend, she never wanted you. She picked Monty. You lost!"

"Well, newsflash for you too, love." I snapped. "Phineas dumped you. He dumped you… for no one."

"Well, I'm sorry you got stuck with Phineas' leftovers." Isabella declared, storming out of the apartment angrily. "GOODBYE!" She screamed, slamming the door.

I groaned to myself, and as I turned to walk back to my room, I saw the little blue eye peeking from the other bedroom. Oh… fuck.