The highway had been pretty dark, and nearly empty. No wonder, thought Ferb. It was already past one in the morning. Well, he should be there soon. If he even knew where there was. Ferb honestly had no clue where he was going. Another nightclub kind of place, he assumed. All he had was the address.

The darkness, the quiet, it was scaring him a little. At least Ferb knew he was dry. It wasn't like Ferb never drank. It was just, he hadn't. Despite the party, he hadn't. But obviously Isabella had.

Ferb saw lights ahead, and pulled into the club's very full parking lot. He got out quickly and hurried to the front door. Why was he in a rush? More importantly, why was he even here? Like Buford had said, girls were allowed to get drunk at bachelorette parties. Actually, they were allowed to get drunk whenever they pleased. And surely Gretchen or someone was the designated driver. Ferb didn't need to be worried; he and Isabella had no strings attached.

Yet, he couldn't help it. He was automatically converting into overprotective boyfriend mode. His imagination was already going a little wild. Isabella had already drunk-dialed Phineas. He didn't want her doing anything that she would regret when she was sober, and he especially didn't want her hurting herself. Ferb opened the doors and followed the music.

He found himself in a huge room. It was lit very dimly, and it was extremely cloudy because of smoke machines, but it was very similar to the guys' party. There was loud popular music, people partying, and if he squinted, he could see male strippers. But based on the way the girls were dancing, it was likely that the bachelorettes had a lot more to drink than the guys had.

Ferb made a face. How was he going to find Isabella in this mess of drunken girls? He started walking along the edge of the wall trying to spot her. He noticed two girls walking over to him. Oh no.

One of them, a redheaded girl with a large nose smiled at him. "Ooo, you're really handsome for a stripper."

"He's not a stripper." The other girl said. "I know him."

This one didn't seem nearly as drunk as the redhead. In fact, Ferb recognized her too, underneath her makeup and hairstyle. She was one of Isabella's troop members, umm, Milly! That was her name.

"Milly, I'm looking for Isabella." Ferb said slowly.

"And he's British!" said the other girl. "Hubba hubba."

"Shut up a sec." Milly said to her. "Umm, Isabella's over there. By the bar." Ferb noticed how apprehensive she sounded.

He gave a little nod of thanks to her, and headed towards the bar, ignoring the other girl, who was screaming her number to him. He didn't even have to get there before he saw Isabella. Oh no, thought Ferb.

"Wahoo, yeah, ladies, I think we aaallll could go for another round! Yeah!" Isabella shouted. Most of the ladies around the bar cheered.

This was worse than he thought. Isabella was standing on top of the bar, with a glazed look in her eyes, a wild smile on her face, and a beer bottle in her hand. Her hair was a big black frizzy mane around her. She was wearing tight black boots, an even tighter black miniskirt, and a pink spotted black bra, which could only mean she had thrown her shirt somewhere.

A majority of the girls around her were just as drunk or seemed to be getting there. Ferb was surprised that Isabella's friends and relatives could get so crazy, but then again, they were following Isabella's lead. However, not all the girls were quite as wasted.

"Isabella, would you please come down from there?" Gretchen yelled up at Isabella.

"No can do, Gretcheroo. Izzy does what Izzy wants. And I THINK Izzy wants another shot." She said, as she tipped her bottle over, showing it was empty.

That's it. Ferb had to stop this. He rushed over to the bar.

"Oh Ferb, thank god." Said Gretchen. "I don't know what to do! I can't stop her, she won't listen to me!"

Ferb narrowed his eyes. "I'll get her to stop." He went up closer to the bar. "Isabella!"

Isabella turned towards him, and her face broke out into a huge smile. "Ferbie! Did you get my call?"

"Yes." He said dryly. "Isabella, I think it's time you went home."

Isabella started giggling insanely. "Yeah right. This is my last night of freedom; hell, this is my one and only bachelorette party. And there ain't no part-AY without Iz-ZAY!" The girls roared in agreement with her.

"Isabella…" Ferb warned.

"You could stay too, you know. We could have soooo much fun," She puckered her lips at him. "Together."

Ferb rubbed the back of his head. "Isabella," he said shyly, "Do you wanna know a secret?"

Isabella eyes grew wide like a little child's. "Yeah!" she said, eagerly nodding her head.

"Well, I can't tell everyone. I have to whisper it to you"

Isabella knelt down so she was level with Ferb. "Baby, baby, tell me!"

And with one swift motion, Ferb caught Isabella in his arms, and slung her over his shoulder.

"AAAHHH! Ferb, put me down, damn it! FERB! FERB!" Isabella screamed, as she beat her fists against Ferb's back, and kicked her feet in the air.

"Um, Gretchen," Ferb said, leaning towards her, while still holding, and ignoring, the screaming Isabella. "Can you handle everything here?"

Gretchen looked a little freaked out, as she glanced towards Isabella. "Yes?"

"Good." And Ferb headed towards the door. "Nothing to see here, ladies. Move along."

Isabella continued to scream and struggle until they reached the parking lot. "You ruined my party!"

"Nope, I'm pretty sure you ruined your own party." Ferb said, as they reached his car. He put Isabella down to reach for his keys. "Hey, hey!" He exclaimed, as she started running back towards the club.

"FREEDOM!" She screamed.

Ferb ran after her, and caught her around the waist from behind. "Would you just…" He took her hand and pulled her back towards the car. "Are we really going to have to do this, Isabella?" He opened the passenger side door.

Isabella was leaning against his shoulder. "I miss how you smell." She said.

"Um, well," Ferb said sheepishly, "Get in."

"Seatbelts, seatbelts…" Isabella sang, as she got in and buckled up. Ferb got in the driver's side. He dug into the door pocket for something. "Here." He handed Isabella a brown paper bag.

"Oh, Ferb, a present! For me! You shouldn't have!" Isabella giggled again.

Ferb faintly smiled. "I didn't. It's just bread. You need something to soak up all that alcohol."

Isabella started eating it, and turned towards him with a drunken smile. "It's the thought that counts."

Ferb started up the car and they began the drive home. It was even darker now, but with Isabella now beside him, it didn't seem scary.

"Ferbie," Isabella asked, "Where are we going?"

"I'm taking you home." He replied.

"Are we going to have sex?"

"No!" A startled Ferb glanced at her. She smiled coyly at him.

"Not even if I ask nicely?"

"No, Isabella." Ferb replied, eyes on the road.

"Darn." She turned to look out the window. "Hey, it's daaarrk."

"Yeah, it's very late. Everybody is going to be exhausted tomorrow." He already knew he was going to have pretty dark circles.

"Ferb, I liiiike listening to you." She turned towards him. "Why don't you talk all the time?"

He sighed. "Because there are other people to do that. Like Phineas."

"You sound better." She patted him on the arm. "Why do you talk to me then?"

"Because…" Because what? Thought Ferb. Because you understand me better than anyone? Because with you I finally feel complete? Because I'm completely and totally in love with you? "… You're Isabella."

"Thaat's me. Izzy's got the frizzies. Actually, Izzy's getting sleeepy." She yawned widely.

"Well, we're at your house. You can get out now, Isabella. Isabella?" He turned towards her. Isabella's eyes were closed, and she was leaning on the headrest. Ferb smiled. But now what?

Ferb got out, and opened Isabella's door. He hunted around until he found what he was looking for. Her house keys. Ferb unbuckled her seatbelt, and gently maneuvered the sleeping girl into his arms, this time, bridal style. He opened the door, and entered the dark hallway. He quickly went upstairs, and into Isabella's room, trying not to wake her or her parents.

Ferb flicked on a lamp, and gently put Isabella on her bed. His arms had almost left her body… when her arms suddenly sprung to life, wrapped around his neck and pulled him into a surprise kiss!

"Gotcha!" Isabella began giggling again.

"Isabella…" He groaned.

Isabella pulled him again, and now he was in the awkward position of being on top of her. Isabella began kissing him again, and he began kissing her back. She wound her fingers around in his hair, and he began running his hands down her bare stomach. But then Ferb broke away, leaving them both gasping for air.

"What's… wrong?" Isabella panted.

"You're drunk."

"So?" she said. "That doesn't mean you don't have permission."

"But I wouldn't feel right about it." He said, as he sat up.

Isabella smiled. "You're suuccchh a good boy Ferb."

"No I'm not." He said looking down at his hands. "Isabella, why did you drink so much tonight?"

She blinked twice slowly. "I was sad."

"Why?" Ferb asked. He looked away from her again. "It's my fault, isn't it? This whole mess is my fault."

"No, Ferb, you're a gooood boy. I wuv you!" She turned her head on the pillow and shut her eyes.

Ferb got up off the bed, and pulled the blanket over her. He gently kissed her cheek. "Goodnight, Isabella." He turned off the light, and left. He had one foot out of Isabella's door when he heard her moving. He turned around, and saw Isabella sitting up in her bed. She must think I left already, he thought.

"Goodnight, Ferb. " She hiccupped, and then spoke in the most sober voice he had heard all night. "I love you."

"I love you too." He whispered, as he shut the door.

I think drunk Isabella is my new favorite character to write. Anyway, I felt like it was time for a real Ferbella-y chapter, so here it is. I have to thank the reviewers once more. It's just nice to know people are reading. So everyone, please review!

-Silver