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Love, Silver

"Whoo, yeah, Ferb." All the tables cheered as Ferb took his seat once more after making his speech.

"That was so beautiful." Exclaimed Linda, who was near tears.

Isabella turned to Ferb, who was sitting next to her and whispered, "Why is it that you can move audiences to tears and win debates by saying almost nothing?"

He smiled back at her. "Why is it that you can be cuter than everyone by doing almost nothing?"

Isabella blushed. She still wasn't sure what was going on between them. She had been sure Ferb didn't feel the same way about her, but after last night… maybe Ferb cared more than she had thought. She and Ferb had ridden to the dinner together, in silence. But Isabella felt like she was falling in love with silence, as long as she was with Ferb. It was his thing, after all.

Gretchen, who had been watching them, gently nudged Phineas next to her. "Phineas," she asked, "Does it ever seem like Ferb and Isabella talk a lot to you?"

Phineas gave her a knowing smile. "Are you jealous?"

Gretchen shook her head. "Phineas, " she said, straight-faced and honest, "While Ferb is a great guy, I don't have any real romantic feelings for him. I've only been on two dates, if you could even call them that, with Ferb. And during both of them, Isabella was there. With Ferb." She lowered her voice. "Doesn't that seem the least bit suspicious to you?"

Phineas took another bite off his fork. "Nope. They're friends."

"Ok." Gretchen shrugged. "But do you have any idea if anything has ever happened between Ferb and Isabella?"

"I don't know. I mean, I bet there's something in the emails he sent her."

"What emails?" Gretchen asked.

Phineas turned his head to look at her slowly. She saw he had a panicked expression on his face. "Ha ha, emails. I have no idea what you're talking about."

"But you just said…"

"No idea what you're talking about! Maybe you've had too much wine, Gretch. Or, or maybe you need another glass, and you'll just forget about, umm, what were we, I, umm, I have to go to the bathroom!" and Phineas got up and scampered off.

"Emails." Gretchen said again, to herself. Gretchen wasn't stupid. Obviously, her hunch that something was going on between Isabella and Ferb was correct. And clearly Phineas and those emails had something to do with it. If only she could get him to spill the secret. He wouldn't just tell her. How could she get him to tell her?

As the night continued, guests went from dining to dancing to going to their hotel rooms or home. It was around one o'clock when the only people left were the young adults. Everyone was sitting around, just talking. It was then when Gretchen came up with her idea.

"Hey, guys!" she said. Everyone turned towards her. "How about we play an old school favorite?" She held up one of the empty wine bottles. "Truth or dare!"

Everyone seemed interested. It didn't matter whom she landed on, because she could get Phineas, Ferb, or Isabella to reveal something.

"I'm so in. Who else is playing?" said Adyson.

Buford got up. "Alright, guys, don't be wussy. Unless you can't handle taking on the king of dares."

Phineas' eyes lit up. "This could be really fun. I can't believe we never put playing classic truth or dare on any of our lists for summer!" He grabbed Isabella's arm. "Come on, Isabella!"

Isabella looked extremely reluctant. She had an inkling to why Gretchen wanted her to play. She turned to look at Ferb. "I'll play if Ferb plays."

Phineas smiled. "Oh, he's playing."

Ferb rolled his eyes, then got up and walked over to where everyone else was.

Gretchen smiled deviously. "Ok, how many people are playing? Ginger, Adyson, Baljeet, Buford, Isabella, Phineas, Ferb, Holly, Katie, Milly, and me. So everybody sits at this table, somebody spins the bottle, and whomever it lands on has to choose truth or dare. I'm going first."

Gretchen put the bottle on the nice white tablecloth and spun it. Isabella watched as the bottle went round and round. And it landed on…

"Baljeet!" Buford cackled. "Pick your poison."

"Umm…" Baljeet whimpered. "Dare?"

Gretchen had really been hoping to get someone else. Now she had to think up a dare for Baljeet. "I don't know, I dare you to say 'ain't'".

"Pulling out the big guns, I see Miss Gretchen." Baljeet gulped. "Ain't." he shuddered.

"Lame." Said Buford. "Just spin."

Baljeet spun the bottle. "Ginger."

"Umm, truth." She stammered.

"Is it true you used to like me?" Baljeet asked.

Everyone gasped. "Yes." She whimpered.

"Ha! Yes! I knew I wasn't as oblivious as Phineas!"

"What?" said Phineas.

Ginger scowled. "Just let me spin the stupid thing. I got Phineas."

Phineas smiled. "Truth."

Ginger tilted her head, "Hmm, who was your first crush?"

Everybody stared at Phineas with interest. "Ha, this should be good." Isabella muttered.

Phineas turned bright red. "Oh man, why did you have to be the one to ask me this?"

"What does that mean?" asked Ginger.

Phineas turned even redder and shrank down in his seat. "It… was… Stacy."

The entire table erupted into laughter. "Oh… god… I… can't… breathe!" Buford was in hysterics.

Isabella giggled. "When was this?"

"I don't know, it started when she was playing mini golf with us that one summer." Phineas said.

"Well, studies show that young boys are very likely to develop amorous feelings for elder women already respected by their family." Said Ferb.

"Thank you Ferb." Said Phineas, as he spun the bottle. "Adyson."

"Bring it." She said. "Truth."

"Do you ever wish you had never been born?" he asked.

"Only when I get injured/heat stroke." She responded. Adyson spun, and it landed on Buford.

"Ok, losers, now I'll show you how this game is supposed to be played. Dare!" said Buford.

Adyson's eyes narrowed. "Call your mother and tell her you're gay."

Everyone started laughing again. "But guys…" he whined.

"Do it, oh great king of dares!" said Baljeet.

"Don't make me pound you!" Buford hung his head. "Ok, I'll do it." He dialed his mom on his cell phone. "Hello, Mom. I just had something to tell you. I'm gay."

Everyone was in hysterics. Baljeet rolled out of his chair laughing.

"No, Mom… I… it was a dare… Mommy…ok, I promise to never play with your emotions again." He hung up the phone. "Man, you guys suck."

"Yeah, we kinda do." Said Katie. "Baljeet, get up."

"Sorry!" he said, still smiling.

"Well, I'm taking my anger out on the next person!" he spun the bottle vigorously. "Ferb."

"Truth." Ferb said, straight-faced.

"Ok, rate the last girl you slept with from one to ten on her skill." Buford said.

"Ew, Buford, that's gross." Said Holly.

Ferb's face remained the same. "Zero."

"What!" Isabella shouted, standing up. Everyone stared at her. "I, I mean…"

"Hey there, kids." Lawrence Fletcher came into the room. "I hate to be the one to bust up the party, but I think it's really time for you to go to home."

Everyone began getting up to go. Isabella stood there, angry, arms crossed.

"What's the matter, love?" he asked her.

"Nothing. Do you guys have any room in your car?" she asked.

"No, sorry. I thought Ferb would drive you."

"Great." She growled.

"Ready to go?" Ferb asked her.

"Yes." She spat at him.

They drove to Isabella's house in silence again. When they got there, both of them got out of the car and went inside. As soon as they got inside, Isabella turned on Ferb. "I can't believe you said that!"

"Be quiet. Your parents might hear us." He said.

"No they won't, they sleep like rocks. I can't believe you, you asshole! I can't believe you said I was a zero!" She yelled at him.

"You are a zero, because I never slept with you." Ferb responded.

"He wasn't asking for specifics, genius. It's nice to know you rank me up so high in your life." The fuming Isabella began running upstairs.

"Isabella, wait!" He called, and he followed her up to her room.

"Shut up! Phineas, your reputation, everything comes before me! It's obvious how little you care about me." She yelled.

Ferb growled and balled his hands into fists. "You just don't get it, do you? All you think about is yourself! Do you even know what I'm going through right now? Everyday, every minute!" He yelled. He began pacing the floor of her room.

Isabella, startled by his outburst, just watched him. "Oh Ferb. I'm sorry, I do understand. Ferb?" She watched him go back and forth. "Whatcha' doin'?"

Ferb closed his eyes tightly. Those words. Words that had never been directed at Ferb before.

Isabella barely had time to register what happened as Ferb suddenly flew at her. His hands pinned her wrists to the wall, and his lips captured hers in a passionate kiss. Isabella could only respond back, eagerly, and desperately.

It was only when Ferb realized he was running out of air did he pull away from Isabella. He rested his slightly sweaty forehead against hers, panting. He opened his eyes to see Isabella's smile.

Ferb groaned. "Oh, I hate you!" She had said it on purpose. She knew exactly how he would react.

"No, you don't." She said still smiling. She pushed herself off the wall, and pushed Ferb onto the bed. "I'll show you who's a zero."

Oh god, thought Ferb. They were doing it all over again.