I promised this was a Ferbella story. Okay peeps; it's Ferbella time!

Everyone was going crazy. Everyone. The entire street, and nearly half of Danville was going crazy. Everyone knew Phineas Flynn, and everyone knew his little Mexican-Jewish play pal. And now they were getting married! It was the most exciting thing that had happened around town in a long time.

First there had been a fight over who was going to plan it; with the four teams being Team Candace (a long shot, but Aunty T recommended her), Team Vivian & Linda (an embarrassment), Team Phineas & Ferb (Ferb had yet to approve this.), and Team Hire A Professional (strongly recommended). Based on the long list of people Phineas was planning to invite (it was seriously long; it included everyone from Vanessa to Meap to Clive Addison), the wedding had to be in around two or three weeks, or everyone wouldn't be able to make it. After all, summer was when people had the most free time. So all the planning and setup had to be done very soon.

Isabella was beyond stressed. It was almost as if her mind was freezing up under all this tension. She still couldn't believe she was marrying Phineas. She didn't even know how she felt about him. Phineas didn't feel upset that she hadn't said I love you back to him. Isabella guessed that he assumed that she felt the same as he did.

"Ok Isabella," Phineas was walking up to her with a long checklist. "Our job is to pick out a wedding dress, invite all our friends and family, approve the dinner and dessert choices, decide where to have this thing, and when, get the justice of the peace, color-coordinate the bridesmaids and groomsmen…"

"Whoa, whoa, Phineas!" Isabella gasped. "That's a lot of stuff to do. I don't really feel up to it."

"But you have to choose things, you're the bride." He complained.

"I trust you to choose for us. In fact, why don't we have someone else organize this for us?"

"But I wanted to do it!" whined Phineas.

Isabella was thoroughly irritated at this point. "Ok, we'll get married at the local church, and the reception will be here, in the backyard, deal?" Phineas nodded in agreement. Isabella continued, "And I'm putting our moms in charge of catering."

"Thank you darling!" Vivian called.

Isabella sighed. Evidently, everyone was listening to her right now. "Candace will be in charge of all reception and attendees. The bridesmaids and groomsmen can group order their outfits. I'll pick my own dress."

Phineas looked impressed. "Wow, Isabella, how did you decide that so quickly?"

She faintly smiled. "Once a troop leader, always a troop leader. I hope you wrote all that down."

"Got it." Phineas said cheerfully, and he ran off to do other things.

Isabella felt like screaming. She had to get out of here! The entire first floor of the Flynn-Fletcher home, including both yards, was full of people. Her family, Phineas' family, Jeremy's, Buford's, Baljeet's, even Irving's. Her old troop, her old neighbors, her mom's other friends. Why did all these people even need to be here? It didn't actually take a village to plan a wedding. Isabella didn't even think she would be able to escape. No doubt her dad or somebody in the front yard would see her leaving.

Isabella suddenly realized where she could go. Upstairs. Based on the amount of people down here, nobody was even up there. She looked both ways, namely for Phineas, and darted up the stairs.

It was sweetly quiet up here. She had been right. No one was talking up here. Suddenly she heard Phineas' voice. It was starting to get louder. Was he looking for her? Was he coming upstairs? Isabella really did not feel like listening to any more Phineas schemes today. She scrambled into the guest room and shut the door. Whew!

Isabella flopped onto the bed face down. What was even going on with her? Shouldn't she be happy she was getting married? But she didn't even feel like being around Phineas. She had to shake this feeling.

She stuffed her nose deeper into the pillow. Damn! Why did it smell so good? Like the outdoors, and some kind of cologne, and… Ferb.

Shit! Isabella spun around onto her back and sat up. She looked around the room. Blueprints sat on the desk. There were figures from Stumbleberry Finkbat and Space Adventure on the shelf. There was a British Flag on the back of the door. Oh no!

In her haste, she hadn't ducked into the guest room; she had run into Ferb's room. Ok, Isabella thought, this isn't really a problem. I just have to leave and… the doorknob is turning!

The door to the room opened, and in walked Ferb. He had evidently just come from the bathroom; he was towelling his wet hair off and… and all he was wearing was a pair of jeans. Oh god! Isabella couldn't believe this, and how awkward it was. Yet, for some reason, she couldn't keep herself from ogling Ferb. Just the way his abs were slightly defined, and how his arms looked so strong, and his pecs, with droplets of water running down them…

Ferb was still towelling when he noticed Isabella sitting on his bed, staring at him. He slowly stopped what he was doing, and let his arms drop to his sides. He just stared back at Isabella.

Isabella started blushing. He was just looking at her, just like how she had been looking at him. Say something, she mentally pleaded. Just ask me why I'm here, or even better, kick me out! Anything to break this awkwardness! But of course, he was Ferb, man of few words. Isabella knew she had to be the one to say anything.

"I, I was just leaving Ferb." She said, blushing furiously. She got up to leave, with her head down. But Ferb caught her arm as she got nearer to the door. He was still staring at her. His hand sent shivers down her spine. She turned her head towards him, and their eyes locked. If his hand gave Isabella shivers, then meeting his eyes was like a lightning bolt going through her.

"No" Ferb said very quietly. "Why did you come in here?"

"I kind of just wanted to escape the crowd downstairs." Isabella explained. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She hoped she wasn't still blushing.

Ferb nodded, then walked over to his bed and sat down. Isabella wasn't sure what to do, until he patted the spot on the bed in front of him. She went and sat with him.

"Were you bored?" Ferb asked.

"I guess. I'm not crazy about the commotion everyone's making." Isabella noticed Ferb was reaching down into his side table drawer and pulling something out. She also noticed he still hadn't put a shirt on.

"You like cards?" he asked.

"Yeah." Isabella said eagerly. "What do you want to play?"

Ferb pretended to think for a moment, then smiled mischievously and said "Blackjack."

Isabella's mouth momentarily rounded into an O, but then turned into a matching smile. "Let's play."

Ferb started dealing the cards, and the game began. They took turns as dealer.

"Man Ferb, you are killing me. You're so much better than me at this." Isabella said.

"Well, I practice."

"Do you ever play with Phineas?"

Ferb winced. He should have known that his brother would be mentioned. Was he really going to add to his brother's image again? No.

"No." Ferb said. "Phineas never plays."

"Oh. Okay."

Ferb suddenly felt really guilty. So he decided to change the subject. "I think the best way to get to 21 is with a king, a queen, and an ace. They're like three lifelong friends, winning together."

Isabella shook her head. "No way. The best way is with just a queen and an ace. Then you only have to use two cards, and those two together win."

Ferb looked away from Isabella. "But everybody knows that the king and the queen belong together."

Isabella pulled his chin back to facing her. "But the king and queen alone will never win. They can never reach 21. The only way the queen can ever win is with her ace."

Isabella was still holding on gently to Ferb's chin. His eyes locked on to hers once more, and she felt the electricity run down her spine. She slowly lowered her hand, but Ferb's head was getting closer. And Isabella's head was getting closer. She just had the uncontrollable longing to. They were barely an inch away from each other. She and Ferb were about to kis…

"Isabella!"

Isabella's eyes flew open, and so did Ferb's. She realized that their faces had been so close, their noses had been touching.

"Isabella! Where are you?"

Ferb grunted, and aggressively pulled away from Isabella. "Phineas is calling you." And with that, he grabbed a shirt, threw it on, and walked out of the room.

Isabella just sat on his bed, sort of in shock. Then she got up, and left the room with a terrible new gnawing hunger in her. A hunger that she definitely could not explain, but a hunger that was definitely for Ferb.

OMG! So are you guys liking it so far? Compelled to PM, review, or send me peach cobbler?

-Silver