Hey Cookies, IC here; how you doing?

I'm back with chapter 5 of NGIT – Found Out. Sorry it took so long. I procrastinated so much, I couldn't even get myself to write it! And I was also on vacation.

Just keep in mind that Isabella hasn't found out about the boys' new-found relationship yet, she's just upset that they left her alone with no explanation. We'll go deeper into that this chapter – the final chapter in Act II!

Final plans: this is a 10-chapter story, the tenth chapter being the epilogue. There are four acts – this is the second act: New-found Love, next chapter will star the third act: Broken, and starting from chapter 8, act four: Consideration.

I'm trying out Google Docs now...

Now enjoy the final chapter in Act II! Let's go! R/R

I don't own P&F.

Ferb's POV

Well, guess who really got in trouble this time? Phineas and I!-Yeah, not that exciting.

We really fucked up, that's for sure. Not only are we permanently using separate bedrooms for the rest of our lives (since we couldn't be trusted in a fucking room together, says our pants-shitting mother, we're both grounded for two months. No phones, no TV, no tools, nothing!

Now, yes; we knew the consequences of smoking weed and drinking the strongest shit we could afford! But hey, for all the fun we had, we knew, and took, the risks. We could have gotten brain damage (might have happened; Phin seems dumber every day, or is it just me?), seriously hurt, or even killed, but, just, yeah...it's fun. I'm not encouraging you to...to go out and get drunk though. If anything, I would discourage it (not really, getting drunk is awesome)!

So yeah, I woke up with a killer hangover.

And I mean, a killer hangover!

I will never drink this much again! Hopefully...I probably will...

And I'm still a little drunk, I can tell...well, time to get ready for hell! I mean, school. No, hell! I can't tell the fucking difference.

Phineas' POV

Dinner time, 6 pm

"Well, I hope you boys learned your lesson!" Mom concluded. "Right, boys?"

"Right, Mom." Ferb and I replied dully. Both of us had barely gotten any sleep thanks to the killer hangover, so yeah, we were as tired as a marathon runner.

All of a sudden, Ferb passed out in his seat, his face in his spaghetti, while I just randomly started swaying in my seat and grinning like an idiot for some random fucking reason; maybe we're still drunk, I don't know.

Mom glared at us, as did the rest of our family.

I lifted Ferb up and slapped him in the face, hard.

He didn't wake up.

I gave him four more slaps.

No response.

"BITCH, JUST WAKE UP ALREADY!" I yelled in his ear as loud as I could.

5 more slaps later, he shot up like a rocket, getting tomato sauce all over my already tomato-sauce-covered body.

"What? W-where am I?!"

I grimaced at all the sauce all over his face before whispering in his ear. "You passed out."

He winced in reply before pulling out a mirror (who knows where it came from) and checking his reflection. He grimaced and whispered back.

"Your breath smells like alcohol. What were we doing an hour ago?"

So he doesn't remember. I ignored answering his question and pointed to our glaring family members in front of us.

Mom spoke up. "Spill."

We both took a deep, deep breath; I decided to speak up. "We disobeyed your rules, sneaked out and drank some more vodka and, um, w-"

"You're grounded for another month."

Isabella's POV

The next day...

I heard the bitches got grounded for three months, good for them! It serves them right for leaving me stranded here in the dark and cold!

I'll talk to them in three months, when they've learned their lesson.

Three months later...

*DING-DONG*

The doorbell rang. I ran downstairs to answer it. When I opened the door, I came face-to-face with...

...Phineas and Ferb.

Phineas spoke up; "Guess we should tell you what's been going on over the past three months, huh?"

Phineas' POV

One pretty damn long explanation later...

"So you guys were drunk at the table, huh?" Isabella asked.

"Yeah." I replied. "You wanna see a flashback from three months ago?"

"There goes the fourth wall...and yeah."

"Great!-not really."

General POV

1 pm...

Phineas poked his head out from his bedroom door, a huge bottle of vodka in his hand. He could hear Ferb crying from the guest room at the end of the hall.

Making sure no one was there, he quietly tiptoed his way to the guest room. One noise, and he would be dead. Oh yeah, everyone except Ferb had gone to an antique convention for the time being; who cares about being quiet? It felt like an eternity, but finally, he was there; he opened the door. The sight before him frightened him.

Ferb looked up at him; he had wrinkled clothes, puffy red eyes, a stuffed nose, and tears running down his face. No doubt, he'd been crying.

"Phineas?" he asked quietly; "What are you doing here? Mother and Father will kill us!"

"Mom and Dad-" Ferb winced at his loud tone; "Quiet!" he whispered.

Phineas ignored him, raising his voice; "Mom and Dad, even Candace, are gone for the next few hours. We're safe for now."

"Yeah, for now!" Ferb countered; he just never knew when it was safe, always relying on his own opinion.

"Dude, chill." Phineas was calm, even in Ferb's panicking; "I got vodka."

Ferb shut up when he heard 'vodka'. 'Cause 16 year olds will do anything to go out, party, and get drunk.

And thus, the party begins.

END OF FLASHBACK

Isabella's POV

"That's it?" I asked.

"Yeah." Phineas replied. "What; you expected to hear more?"

"Well, yeah!" I countered.

"Well, sorry!" There was a mock tone in Phineas' voice. I decided to skip the conversation and talk about something more serious and concerning.

"Ferb, why do you love both Phineas and me?"

"Wait, what?" That voice came from Phineas.

(A/N: I could end the chapter right here, but...no; you're welcome. P.S: incoming Isabitch.)

Ferb's POV

"Phineas, I was talking to Ferb!" Bella snapped. She turned to face me, horrified and wide-eyed. I felt so idiotic and stupid!

"Why do you love both Phineas and me?" she repeated, her teeth clenched. "Answer me!"

"Um..." I tried to explain, but no words came out.

"Francis Elliot Ryan Brandon Fletcher (she knew his full name due to Phin), you will answer my question immediately!" Her eyes were filled with rage; pure, pure rage.

Suddenly, I felt something new. Pure rage, worse than Bella. I tried so hard to control my temper, but in the end, it was no use. Now, my outburst of pure rage, built up from the fourteen years I spent with Phin, would finally come out. "That's it; I can't take it anymore!" I yelled out, unable to contain it any longer. Phineas and Isabella both flinched at the sound of my normally quiet British-accented voice go up to a mere 100 decibels; they were terrified. The quiet introvert they once knew was now a monster. A monster that couldn't be stopped.

"Yes, I do love both of you, okay? Yes, I am a nasty cheater! Yes, I'm bi! Any fucking question you have, the plain answer will be yes. Why did I do this, you say? Because this fucking huge Dorito right here took my virginity!"

Isabella stopped me. "Phineas, is that true?!" Her voice was cracking, loud and hoarse.

Said boy, or should I say bitch, flinched. "Y-Yes." he stuttered.

And there was the hard slap on his oddly-shaped face.

I ignored his cries of pain due to the former Fireside Bitch's power, and continued my rant, my voice a little louder 'cause the bitch to my left wouldn't stop wailing like a baby.

"There was vodka and weed involved!" And then I got slapped.

Ignoring the mark that was now on my face, I continued.

"We drunkenly called a taxi to take us home, where we were brought in by Mother and Candace; they were both pissed. So we got grounded for two months."

I paused for a second and looked around. Bella was fuming and Phin had recovered from the hard slap; he was now glaring at me. I gulped.

"An hour later, everyone had left us alone for an hour; they'd gone to the antique shop. So Phin walked into my room with vodka, and you know what happened."

Phineas decided to take over as I was out of breath. "Our parents and Candace came back and called us down for dinner. So we walked down there drunk."

Isabella chuckled at this. "And you got caught and grounded for another month, didn't you?" she assumed.

"Yeah..." he trailed off; "How'd you know?"

"Trust me; I've been there."

I was surprised. "You've gotten drunk before?"

"Yeah, during the last three months."

I chuckled.

"But don't think you two will get off easily!" I was surprised at the sudden mood change, but then I remembered the situation we were supposed to be in.

"Ferb, I thought I could trust you!" Phineas exclaimed.

"Same here!" Isabella popped in.

"All you've done to us in the past few months is break our hearts!"

"I thought you knew how to treat a girl!" Ouch.

For the next five minutes, they kept firing random insults at me. By that time, I was practically fuming. Like, I could feel the smoke coming out of my ears.

Without thinking, I did what most normal people would do in a situation like this. I wasn't normal, and it felt entirely stupid to do this, but...

...I ran.

I ran faster than a speeding bullet; faster than a lightning strike; faster than Usain Bolt.

At least I think I did; I'm not sure.

Either way, I had to get out of there! I knew I wouldn't be able to stand the wrath of my brother and the girl who would've been my girlfriend by now if Phineas didn't fuck everything up. We could've been going steady!

"Oh no you don't!" I heard Isabella shout. "Phineas, come on; we're going after him!"

And I was on the run.

A few minutes later, Isabella had finally caught up to me through teleportation (Candace's phone). She pinned me down.

"You are not going anywhere."

Phineas caught up to her; "We should at least try to solve it." he suggested.

"Fine." I gave in.

Isabella spoke up; "Well obviously, I can't force you to break up or anything, and I definitely don't have anyone in mind to date right now. Guys, think about it; if you two come out of the closet and go out in public, people are gonna taunt you. So, I really think you two should break up and Ferb can go out with me; Phineas, you'll find someone."

We stared at her, eyebrows raised; "Okay, now that's just really bad reverse psychology." Phineas remarked.

I couldn't agree more. Finally, he says something smart to a girl, I thought.

"Shut up, Ferb."

"I just said that out loud, didn't I?"

"Yeah..."

"No, but seriously, Bella, Phineas is right." I tried to change the subject.

"Well then, there's only one thing left to do; let's break up the group."

"What?!" came two voices.

And the voices didn't belong to Phineas nor myself.