Hey Cookies, IC here; how you doing?

Welcome back! This is Act III, the final act 'cause Act IV? No more! Yeah, I keep saying 'this is my final plan' then I change it…

As you probably know by now, I have no experience with titles. At all! This one's no exception. It's called…Breakup. Hopefully you read chapter 5 to avoid the title spoiler…

IMO, the suspense was so powerful last chapter, I couldn't include an ending A/N as it would ruin a perfect cliffhanger. Sorry 'bout that! :o

Let's go! R/R. I don't own P&F...

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

"What?!" came two voices.

The voices didn't belong to Phineas nor myself.

Isabella's POV

The three of us turned around and gasped.

Buford, Baljeet, and even Irving were standing about 5 feet away.

"How long have you been standing there?" I asked.

"'Bout seven minutes." Buford replied.

"What did you hear?"

"Da second explanation and so on."

"So...your opinion?" Phineas asked.

"I am fine with it." Baljeet replied

"Maybe I'll keep it." Buford added.

"OMG; Phineas and Ferb are dating! This is going in the UPAFDS!"

…

"I'm gonna smash that thing!" Buford threatened.

"So Isabella, why do you want to break up the group?" Baljeet asked worriedly, in an attempt to change the subject.

"It solves complications."

"And you are fine with that?!"

"Well, yeah! These two (I pointed to Phineas and Ferb) have ruined my life! You guys heard it!"

"Guys, I think Izzy's right!" Phineas objected. "We need to take some time off."

"But she's not saying we should take time off, she's saying 'I'm done; let's break up the group!'" Ferb replied.

"Yeah, so? What do you mean?"

Ferb facepalmed. "She's saying she-"

"Oh...I get it!"

"Took you long enough."

"Shut up."

"Why don't you shut up! You're the chatterbox!"

"You're the one making fun of me!"

"You're the one who took my innocence."

"Bitch."

"Nimwit."

"Lint-licker."

"What the fuck is a lint-licker?!"

"Exactly."

Ferb made the 'My Brain Is Full Of Fuck' face, as did everyone else except Phineas.

General POV

"Guys, stop fighting!" Buford yelled. Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

"If you want to break up the group, do it; I don't care!"

"So, you want to break up the group?" Irving asked. "C'mon man!"

"I, for one, think it is a good opportunity for us to make more friends instead of hanging around with an oblivious, happy guy, Mr. Quiet, a girl who thinks she is in Wonderland, a bully, and a stalker." Baljeet objected. "Buford, I am sick and tired of your antics; I have literally spent thousands on underpants!"

"Go for it." Ferb objected. "Soon, when I move out I won't ever see this (he pointed to Phineas) whiny bitch face ever again!"

"Although that was quite rude, I have to agree with Ferb on this one." Phineas agreed. "It's only you Irving; make your choice."

Irving's POV

"Um…" I glanced around nervously.

Everyone looked at me and nodded their heads in agreement; am I just imagining it?

If I said yes, I-we would lose our friendship, or rather relationship in Phineas', Ferb's and Isabella's cases. If I said no, they would be disappointed; they really wanted to do this. There's no harm in saying…

"...Yes; we should split."

Right?

Ferb's POV

"Okay, then. I-I guess-" Phineas choked on a sob. "I guess this is g-goodbye."

"Yeah." the rest of us responded in unison.

Through all the troubles we had been through, the three of us, Phineas, Isabella and I, had grown to mentally hate each other at this point. Even though the 'hate' feeling was mutual, I couldn't just leave my friends like that; it would not only be disrespectful, but we would leave, forever, without a proper goodbye!

Sobbing, we all pulled each other into a group hug.

A tight group hug.

Yes, we had unresolved complications, but these guys are my family and friends.

After about ten, yes, ten minutes, we finally separated, wiped the tears rolling down our faces and walked away, like bosses.

The end.

Okay, that didn't really happen. But at least it was somewhat similar!

Just before leaving, we shared our personal stuff. Most of us shared hugs, Buford and Baljeet kissed (o.O), Phin and I did our secret handshake, and Irving? He ran around, sobbing, giving everyone the tightest hug he could manage. I could've died right there! Who's ever heard of that?! Death by hug! Death by kindness is a thing though, not kidding; just Google it.

After all that drama, we turned around, and started walking away. To forget this ever happened, to forget we were ever a team. Yes, I would occasionally see everyone (especially Phineas) at one point or another, but the group was done. No more blueprints, no more inventing, no more of Isabella coming over saying 'Whatcha' doin?' every day! And you know what?

I didn't care.

I didn't care about Phineas, nor Isabella, nor Buford, nor-You get the point! Over the years, I had secretly developed a hatred for everyone in the group. Phineas, the talkative one; Isabella, the annoying one; Buford, the 200-pounds-when-he-was-10 fat ox; Baljeet, the grammer-I'm sorry, grammar nazi; and Irving, obviously the creepy *looking* stalker.

I hate you all…

Ooo, Ferb's got a death wish!

Ferb: Shut up!

Whatever...the suspense is killing everyone, even me (not literally); I know it!

So Ferb hates everyone with a passion. That's a new start-and there are a crap-ton (literally) of italics in this chapter, no doubt!

Hope you enjoyed!

My name is IrresistibleCookie (even though I'm not what the username seems) and I'll see you all in the next chapter! Munching out since 2014.