You nutbars. I can't believe you actually found the last chapter funny! I don't really consider myself funny. Anyway, here's a nice, super long chapter.

"Isa! Time to wake up!"

Urrgh. Isabella groggily opened her eyes. I feel like I got hit by a truck, she thought. Her head was pounding. Everything, from the light coming from the window, to the sound of her mother downstairs, was making it hurt. Why… oh right, she thought. I'm hung over.

Isabella lifted the blankets off her body. She couldn't remember anything from last night. She still had her shoes on. Those, and the tight skirt, were feeling very uncomfortable right now. EEK! Why was she only wearing a bra? Isabella racked her brain, but she couldn't even remember getting home, so obviously forgetting to change into pajamas was a minor problem.

"Isabella!" Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro called.

She could hear her mother coming upstairs. Isabella shrank under the covers again, and turned her head away. She wasn't sure if her mother had seen her last night, but if she hadn't, she didn't want her to now.

"Isabella!" Her mom loudly opened the door. "Isabella, time to wake up, darling. It's nearly one in the morning. I don't know what time you got in last night, but you have to wake up. The wedding rehearsal is in a few hours."

Isabella quickly lifted her head up before her mother came close to the bed. "Yeah, ok, Mom. I'm going to go shower."

Vivian left the room, and Isabella tumbled out of the bed. Ow! She got up and shook herself off. She grabbed some fresh clothes and rushed into the bathroom before anyone saw her.

Isabella hurriedly locked the door, and leaned against it. She felt awful. Let's see how bad the damage is, she thought. She went up to the bathroom mirror and peered at herself. Her hair was a total mess; frizzy, bushy, just wild-looking. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot, and the eye makeup was smeared. Her lipstick was smeared all over her face. I look awful too, she thought.

Isabella looked down at the rest of her body. Nothing seemed to be hurt or ruined, but she felt grimy and, she sniffed herself, she smelt like a bottle of whiskey. What did I do, she wondered. Pour it down my shirt? Well, she had no idea where her shirt was. She didn't even know what shirt she had worn.

Isabella took a deep breath. She turned on the shower, and stripped off all her clothes. A nice hot shower will do me good, she thought. She stepped in, and let the hot water rinse away as much of last night as it could.

This, this kind of thing just didn't happen to Isabella. She was always cool and calm, and always in control. The fact that she couldn't even remember anything from last night was scaring her. Anything could have happened!

She closed her eyes and tried to just relax, and let the water run down her body. But that only led to more worries. Had she posted pictures of herself naked? Had she done something humiliating? Had she gone too far with a stripper? Had she spilt any secrets?

She just couldn't relax. She finished showering as fast as she could, and then hurriedly put on some sweats and a tee. She toweled her wet hair quickly and rushed out of the bathroom.

How was she going to find out what she had done last night? The thought of searching for "insane Isabella" videos on social media websites crossed her mind. Isabella winced. Nope, that was definitely not how she wanted to know what happened last night. She was praying no videos like that existed. Isabella fanned herself with her hand. Just because I got drunk doesn't mean I did something insane, she thought. Right? RIGHT?

"Isabella, you ready for food?" her mother called.

"Yes, Mom." She uneasily went downstairs.

"Good, you're here." Her mom slid a plate of breakfast towards her.

"Mom," she said while picking at her plate, "Did anything unusual happen yesterday?"

"No. But what about you? How was your bachelorette party?" Her mom smiled brightly at her.

Obviously she was in as much of the dark about last night as Isabella was. So how did I get home, Isabella wondered. "Mom, I have to do something."

"Ok, darling. But remember, everyone in the wedding needs to be at the church around five."

"Got it." Isabella said, as she turned to go back upstairs.

Once she got to her room, she grabbed her phone. The first thing she noticed was that the last call she had made was to Phineas some time last night. Why did I call Phineas, she wondered. What did I tell him? She was suddenly struck with panic. Had she told Phineas the truth? That she wasn't in love with him, and that she loved someone else? Did she say anything about Ferb? Oh no. Oh no. Oh no!

Isabella might have been upset with him, she might have been angry and bitchy towards him, but the truth was that she would never be able to intentionally hurt Ferb. Ferb trusted her with keeping their affair a secret. It wasn't even an affair; it was a one-night stand and a girl with futile feelings. But she knew Ferb didn't want Phineas to get hurt by this. And if Isabella, in her stupid, drunken state, had betrayed Ferb's trust, she wouldn't be able to live with herself. And if Isabella was the one who was responsible for ripping apart Phineas and Ferb, she would definitely not be able to live with herself.

That's it! She had to know what had happened last night! And she knew exactly who to call!

"Oh my god, it's you! Are you ok, chief?"

Isabella winced. "Yeah, Gretch, I'm fine. Just… don't talk so loud." Her head still hurt. She went to the medicine cabinet and grabbed some aspirin.

"I'm sorry. So as the maid of honor, during the rehearsal…"

"Gretchen, I'm sorry, but I really don't care about that right now. I need you to tell me what I did last night."

"Oh dear. Is your memory gone?" asked Gretchen.

"Y-yes." Isabella's voice cracked. She just felt so… vulnerable.

"Ok." Gretchen paused for a second, and then she began telling her what happened. "We all arrived at the club, some time before nine. You seemed really upset… with me. If I did something wrong, Iz, I swear I…"

"No, keep going." Isabella felt her headache subsiding and a little of her memory returning. She had been upset. It hadn't been Gretchen's fault, it was just, the wedding had been coming up so quickly. And she had been longing for Ferb again.

"And someone, I don't remember who, said parties always make you feel better, and that alcohol always makes her feel better. And I think, in that moment, you decided you just wanted to get as drunk as possible that night."

Isabella groaned. Somehow, that sounded just like something she would do.

"So you went to the bar, and started ordering drinks. I kind of left you alone for a little while, but then the next time I saw you, you were… umm… hammered."

Isabella gulped. "What did I do, Gretch?"

"Well, you called Phineas on your phone, and blubbered about how much you 'wanted' him, until you realized it was him. I don't really know who you were talking about."

Isabella let loose a sigh of relief. It might be awkward talking to Phineas, but at least she hadn't specifically mentioned Ferb.

"I tried to stop you at that point, but you ran onto the dance floor with a bunch of other drunk girls. Half the party was trying to ignore you, and the other half was following you. Somewhere on the dance floor, you ripped your shirt off. I never found it. Anyway, you led them back to the bar, and everyone kept getting drunker and drunker. You were standing on top of the bar, laughing and screaming."

Isabella moaned and covered her face with her hand. How would anyone ever respect her after this?

"At that point, I knew I had lost control of you. I kept trying to get you to stop, but you wouldn't listen. But then when Ferb came…"

"What!" Isabella suddenly jolted up. "Ferb!"

"Yeah… I… I don't know why he came. But he promised he would get you under control. He went up to you and you kind of… flirted with him, and then he grabbed you, and slung you over his shoulder, as you threw a tantrum. He asked me to make sure the party ended fine, which it did, and you guys left."

Isabella pulled the phone away from her ear, and covered her racing heart. She was suddenly filled with that warm, giddy feeling again. Ferb came to make sure I was ok, she thought. Ferb brought me home. Ferb took care of me instead of taking advantage of me.

"Hello, Isabella?" said Gretchen.

"Yes, yes, I'm here."

"I have to ask you something, chief."

"Go ahead." Isabella said, in a dreamy voice.

"What's up between you and Ferb?"

"What!" Isabella yelped. "Nothing, nothing, is up between me and Ferb. There has never been anything between us. Why, why would you even ask that?" Was their ruse really so paper-thin? Did having Phineas as their only audience make them careless?

"Well, it's just, I saw you two talking that day at lunch. And that night at the restaurant. And during the bachelorette party."

"Don't worry yourself, Gretchen. Anyway, thanks for telling me, and goodbye." Isabella said as fast as she could, and she hung up.

X

"And then I pronounce you husband and wife." The justice of the peace said. "And we're done!"

Everyone let out little cheers. Originally the plan had been to have a wedding in the church and the temple, but everyone had noticed how stressed the bride and groom seemed, so they were just having one ceremony in the church.

"Well, the wedding rehearsal is done." Phineas said triumphantly. "Now everyone to the rehearsal dinner!"

People began leaving. They had a large number of bridesmaids, groomsmen, and others to fit into a few cars. Everyone was already dressed for the dinner, meaning no one had been wearing his or her actual wedding day clothes.

Ferb smiled. He just would never get tired of the chaos and love that his friends and family could bring to, well, everywhere.

"I'm telling you, I'm not going to fit in that tiny thing."

"Buford, just get in the car."

"I know you have the key, honey, I left a sticky note on your shirt."

"Aww, man, I had my thumb over the lens the whole time!"

"I bet Phineas and Ferb built something at the hotel. You'll see, Mom. I swear!"

Ferb smiled again. The church was nearly empty now, except for a few small people.

"Look, Uncle Ferb, I can drop flowers better than anyone!" said Amanda, the little flower girl of the wedding.

Ferb gave her a thumbs up, then pointed towards the exit.

"No, I can't leave. I have to practice my technique."

"Practice your technique?" Ferb chuckled. "You little sweetheart." He started tickling Amanda, and the church filled with her giggles.

"Amanda!"

Ferb tilted his head. "Go. Daddy's calling you."

"Are you coming?" she asked him.

"I'll catch up."

"Ok." And the little girl ran laughing out the door.

Ferb smiled after her, and looked around the empty church.

"I was right, you would make a great dad."

Ferb turned back around to the entrance. Isabella was standing there. She wasn't wearing his dress for the rehearsal, but she still looked beautiful in the simple white dress she was wearing.

Ferb stared at her sheepishly, "You watching the entire time?"

She smiled, "Yeah."

"Umm, we should go." Ferb said. "The best man and the bride are kind of important."

"Are you making a speech tonight?" she giggled.

"You might be surprised." He said. He noticed they had been walking towards each other.

Isabella stood on her tiptoes and kissed Ferb's cheek. His eyes grew wide.

"Oh no, Ferb, I don't have any wrong intentions this time. That was a thank you. For yesterday." Said Isabella. "For rescuing me."

Ferb smiled at her.

"How many cars are left?" she asked.

"One." He replied.

"How many people?"

"Two." He smiled again.

So this was Izzy's side of the story... kind of. Is Gretchen getting wise to what's really going on? For anyone who doesn't know, everyone who is part of the wedding does have to rehearse their roles - hence, the wedding rehearsal. Then, all the guests go to a party afterwards - the rehearsal dinner. That's the next chapter. Anyway, I ended with a little more fluff. Keep reviewing please!

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