Hey guys! So this one's a little bit shorter, sorry. But I've decided to go with Isabella one chapter, and then Ferb the next for now, it might change later on if I feel like it. I'm not really sure yet. I have a general idea where I'm taking it, but if anyone has any suggestions, or things they wanna see, let me know!
Also! I forgot to mention in the previous chapters that I do not own any of the characters, except the creepy guy. Okay enjoy!
"Ferb? Ferb I know you've been keeping to yourself, but I mean, we just graduated. I'm not mad anymore, I can't be mad at you forever. Besides, we can get you your titles back so that everything's the way it supposed to be." Ferb looked up at his brother, and raised an eyebrow. "Ferb."
"No. I don't need your help, I can figure out a way to do this myself. I'll be alright, even if I somehow have to move and find a job somewhere else." He frowned and turned away from his brother, back to his blueprints and into his mind again. He was still mad at himself, and he didn't know how he was going to fix this. He pushed his chair back quickly, and listened to the wood scrape the floor. He stood up, and opened the door to their room.
"Are you going somewhere, Ferb?" His brother asked. He nodded and walked out into the hallway, closing the door to the bedroom. He went downstairs and outside through the kitchen. His mom stopped him.
"Ferb, sweetie, we're having the party tonight, it's your graduation too, you don't have to stay upstairs all day." He shrugged. "Your friends will be here; you should come down and join the fun later!" Ferb looked at his mom and smiled. He didn't want to upset her, but his friends weren't his friends anymore. He hadn't talked to anyone since the accident, after Phineas had gotten out of the hospital, they had all taken the side of Phineas. He smiled up at his mother, and continued to walk out to the front door. He closed it and stuck his hands in his pockets, and started to walk down the street on the sidewalk. He was stopped by a man in a gray hoodie, with the hood pulled up over his head. He wore dark sunglasses and long, dark jeans. Even his shoes were dark. Ferb looked at him for a moment, and then opened his mouth to apologize, but was cut off.
"Ferb?" He nodded. The man pulled off his sunglasses. His eyes were different colors, one green, and one cloudy blue. "It's nice to meet you." He spoke shakily, and sounded like an older man. "I know the horrors that fill your mind lately and I'm sorry that bad things have happened to you. But I'd like you to take this, read it when you have some time to yourself. Look it over, follow the directions down to the last letter. We will be meeting again, shortly." He smiled a half smile, replaced his glasses, and walked away. Ferb looked at the small paper in his hand. He put it in his pocket and walked around the block once, and then went back into his room. He noticed all of the people downstairs dancing and having fun, and sighed as he fell onto his bed. He took out the small piece of paper from his pocket and opened it. He saw the short note of it, and read it quickly, and then reread it again.
To get your life back, here's what you must do. Wait four days, an old friend of yours will be returning. She will be searching for you. She is unaware what happened, you can explain it to her. She has also had a tough time since she had moved. She also needs to get her life back. You'll help each other. Do not mention this to anyone else, and seek her out first. She will be searching for you as well. Make contact quickly. It'll help you to get on top of things. I will see you both again shortly, once she has moved back
Ferb put the note into the side drawer of the nightstand. He shook his head and went over to his desk, opening his computer. He went onto his social media account, and looked her up. If there was anyone that that note could've been talking about it would've been her. He was almost mad at himself for not thinking about talking to her about it earlier. He typed her name in the search bar, and then clicked go. Over the years I guess they had disconnected. They weren't friends anymore. He saw her happy picture with her pink dress and overly large smile, and clocked on her profile. He took a little while to go through her pictures, see the things she had posted, and check up on who her friends were. After a significant amount of going through her profile, he scrolled back up and clicked the 'send friend request' button. He waited silently, going back to his home page, and quickly had a notification. She had accepted. Isabella had accepted Ferb's friend request, and now maybe that weird note would begin to make a little more sense.