Ok, I just want to say I'm honored that you like the story so far (Baljeet reference). I wasn't planning to update today, but I feel I must. So here is a little baby angst chapter for you. And I promise, it's going to start getting a little more exciting after this.

Love, Silver

Linda walked up the stairs, carrying the heavy old vacuüm cleaner. Every once in a while, she felt the urge to clean up her house. Even if it wasn't dirty. She dragged the vacuüm around the corner, to Ferb's room. She opened the door, and tugged the vacuüm in, ready to clean. Suddenly, she heard a rustle behind her, and she jumped. Her hands scrambled to the light switch to see what was going on.

"Oh, Ferb it's you. You scared me."

Ferb had been lying on his bed, face down into his sheets. He just barely lifted his head to acknowledge his mother.

"Why are you lying here all alone in the dark sweetie? Do you feel sick?" Linda rushed forward, to feel her son's face and check his eyes.

Ferb shook his head.

"Then what's wrong? Why don't you do something? I know, why don't you go hang out with Phineas?" Linda suggested.

Ferb's head shot up from the pillow. "He's back?"

Linda nodded. "Yeah, he got back ten-fifteen minutes ago. He's in his room."

Ferb got off his bed, and darted out of his room and into Phineas'.

Linda smiled. "Oh, those boys. Nothing could come between them."

X

Phineas sighed dreamily. He danced around his room slowly. Oh, what a night! Until, once again, Ferb tumbled into his room.

"Hey, Ferb. Isn't life great?"

"Whatever. So, umm, how was it?"

"How was what, Ferb-a-roo? Ferb-a-tron? Ferb-ulence?"

"STOP. How was your, pizza, a, date, with… Isabella?"

"It was great. It was really great. We're going to the movies tomorrow." Phineas sighed. "You know, I think she really likes me."

"You're going out again?"

"Yes, I kind of just said that."

"So, uh, did you do anything, special? On your date, I mean."

Phineas cocked an eyebrow. "We ate pizza. Then I told her about the pizza bar we built in the backyard. And we talked about how pets always seem to vanish during the day."

"But," Ferb did not know how to ask this, "Did you DO anything?"

"Huh? OH… umm," Phineas blushed. "Some kissing may have occurred."

Ferb paled. He started walking out.

"Where are you going?"

"To my room."

And with that, he walked out.

Ferb slammed the door violently. He turned off the lights, and grabbed his iPod. He turned on a sad Love Handel rock tune, and blasted it through his headphones. Damn it! Goddamn it! He was about two steps away from becoming dangerously unstable. This couldn't be healthy. Sitting in his dark room like this. But what could he do? He didn't have much else.

He propped his laptop open on his lap, and clicked on an album he had titled "Isabella". Pictures of her from all ages popped up in a slide show. Ferb sighed. Who was he kidding? Of course this wasn't healthy.

He had set an unbreakable trap for himself. He had asked Phineas to pretend he had emailed Isabella. He had asked for it. And now Phineas had fallen for Isabella. And he had made Isabella believe Phineas had emailed her. And now Isabella had fallen for Phineas. And he had emailed Isabella. He had sat down and written her, day after day, year after year. He didn't have to, but he had. And now Ferb had finally come to realize it: he was in love with Isabella. He was hopelessly, madly, deeply, truly, in love with Isabella. He didn't just love her because she was stunning; he loved every bit of her mind, soul, and body. And maybe he always had.