What's happening, my sweet peas? Anything cool? P&F episode Backyard Hodge Podge on 2nite!

Gretchen yawned and began running her hands through her hair. It was so fine that it never got very tangled, but Gretchen reached for her hairbrush anyway.

Today was the wedding. It wasn't happening until the evening, but it sure had snuck up on her. Gretchen was terribly worried about Isabella, and she hadn't been able to find out what was wrong with her. If this wedding actually happened, then what? What would happen with everybody? Phineas and Ferb? Isabella?

Gretchen pulled out her bridesmaid dress and looked at it. Gretchen had picked them out herself; the girls all apparently trusted her. Isabella apparently trusted her. She had gone with Isabella's favorite color, a nice shade of pink. It wasn't overbearing, and it would look nice on all of them.

But Gretchen just didn't feel that great. Something was going on with Isabella, her best friend, and Gretchen just didn't know what it was. And it was killing her! She always felt like she had to know everything, be the knowledgeable one, the informed one. And she, Isabella's "right-hand man" didn't even know what was wrong with her.

Gretchen packed up her dress neatly in a garment bag, and she also packed up her makeup and shoes. She was going to get dressed at Isabella's, and she was going to help Isabella dress in her gown. Maybe, just maybe, she could find out what was bothering her chief so much.

So Gretchen put everything in the car and drove off. It was an especially beautiful day. It was so sunny and summer-y and perfect. If only they could go back to being kids, and simply enjoy a lazy summer day.

Gretchen reached the Garcia-Shapiro's and, balancing everything in her arms, rang the bell. Isabella answered the door.

"Hi, Isabella, I'm here." Gretchen said. Isabella didn't look very well. She had a sickly pale look to her, and she looked as though she hadn't gotten much sleep. She wordlessly guided Gretchen inside. "Are you all right, Isabella?" Gretchen questioned, as she stepped inside.

Isabella nodded her head. "Come on, let's go upstairs." She said.

Gretchen followed her up. "How about I put on the bridesmaid dress and show you? Then we can do hair and makeup. You said you wanted all the girls to have their hair down, right?"

Isabella just nodded again, and gently pushed Gretchen into the bathroom. Gretchen quickly changed into her dress, and stepped out to show Isabella. "Ta-da!"

Isabella faintly smiled. "You look beautiful, Gretch."

"Wow, thanks. So show me how you want all the girls to look." Gretchen said, sitting down in front of Isabella's vanity. "C'mon."

Isabella stood behind her, and gently ran her hands through her hair. "I'm not really sure."

Gretchen peered up at Isabella. She was still stroking her hair, but her eyes were unfocused, looking off into the distance. Gretchen got up. "What's the matter with you?" Gretchen asked, moving to sit on Isabella's bed.

"I just…" Isabella trailed off quietly.

"Iz, I know something is up." Gretchen said. She reached down to put on her shoes, when she noticed something on the ground. "Izzy, what's this?"

"I don't know." Isabella said honestly.

It was a cell phone. Gretchen turned it over in her hands. "Isabella, this isn't yours." She opened it up to see two missed calls, one from Phineas Flynn, and one from Lawrence Fletcher. "This, this is Ferb's phone." She said, as she kept looking at it. Isabella paled. "Why do you have Ferb's phone?"

"Well, the boys and I hang out all the time. He must've left it here sometime." Isabella stammered.

"Stop lying to me!" Gretchen suddenly yelled. "Ferb had this with him last night at the rehearsal dinner! I know there's something going on between you and Ferb! I thought I was your best friend." She ended quietly.

Isabella's lip began to quiver. "I'm sorry Gretchen. You are my best friend. But I can't tell you anything." She sank down onto the bed, next to Gretchen. "I, I promised him."

"Isabella," Gretchen said, staring at her. "You're miserable. I can tell. Please, please, tell me what's wrong."

Isabella suddenly burst into tears. "I… I love him!"

Gretchen was taken aback by Isabella's sudden outburst. "What?"

"I love him! I love Ferb! I'm completely and totally, over-the-moon, truly, madly, deeply in love with Ferb!" Isabella cried.

Gretchen felt like a part of her knew this, but overall she was kind of surprised. "But you've always loved Phineas! You're marrying Phineas!"

"I know." Isabella sobbed. She rested her head on Gretchen's shoulder. "It all started when I was moving away. It started with those emails."

Emails. Gretchen's mind flipped back over to Phineas. Did he know all about this? He knew about it, and he still wanted Isabella to marry him?

Isabella continued speaking. "I really wanted Phineas to keep in touch and email me. I thought that maybe he still could fall for me. And then one day I got a response from him. So we kept emailing up until this summer. And by then I was totally in love with my pen pal. So once I got back, you all know, we started dating, and he proposed to me. It wasn't until then when I realized…" Isabella let loose an insane giggle, and began crying again. "… I hadn't been writing Phineas for those ten years at all. I had been writing Ferb! Ferb, pretending to be his brother! I was in love with Ferb!"

Gretchen was totally blown away. She thought back to high school. Ferb had never had a steady girlfriend as long as she had known him. Ferb had spent a lot of time with his laptop. It actually made sense.

"I freaked out at him!" Isabella's voice knocked her out of her thoughts. "And he told me I could never love Ferb, only Phineas. And, and…" Isabella took a big breath. "I slept with him."

Gretchen let out a little gasp. "That's right." Said Isabella, between sobs. "I cheated on Phineas. I corrupted Ferb. I'm the lowlife whore who came between Phineas and Ferb." Isabella let forth a stream of tears.

"Isabella…" Gretchen tried to comfort her, but she didn't know what to say. It was definitely not true, but it was definitely not false.

"It gets worse. Ferb, he was willing to let me go, scot-free, and pretend that night never happened. But, being the bitch I am, I decided I didn't wanna marry Phineas anymore, I just wanted Ferb. He told me I had to sacrifice my happiness for Phineas'." Isabella sobbed heavily. "Now here's the really horrible part."

"Iz, I'm sure…"

"No!" Isabella turned towards Gretchen. "It's horrible! I was going to force him to marry you and make his own sacrifice!" Gretchen gasped again. "I was going to turn my best friend into a pawn for my scheme!" Isabella covered her face with her hands, crying. She lifted her head up. "And he was going to go along with it. He was going to deal with every card I played."

Isabella collapsed onto Gretchen's shoulder crying. "Oh, Isabella, what a weight you've been carrying." Gretchen said, rubbing her back. "Why didn't you tell anybody?"

"Because Ferb didn't want anybody to know!" She said, hysterically. "We just couldn't break Phineas' heart. For some reason, he loves me."

"I'm absolutely sure that Phineas would understand, Isabella. Do you really think Phineas Flynn would want to steal his brother's true love?" Gretchen said.

"But that's just it!" Isabella said. "Ferb doesn't love me! He hates me! He's trying to do whatever it takes to stop me from ruining this wedding!"

"Oh yeah, then why was his cell phone here?" Gretchen asked.

Isabella shifted around uncomfortably. "Well, last night, me, and Ferb, we kind of, after the dinner…"

Gretchen stood up. "Oh, for heaven's sakes, Isabella! That boy is nuts about you! Do you really think Ferb Fletcher would sleep with his brother's fiancé, TWICE, purely out of lust?"

"But…"

"Do you think he would go through with whatever you say if he didn't love you? Or rescue you from an embarrassing bachelorette party if he didn't love you? If he didn't love you, would he have really taken the time to email you everyday for ten years?"

"But, but…" Isabella stammered. "He's never said he loves me. I've told him so many times, and he's never told me."

"Isabella, he's FERB. He isn't really a chatterbox."

"Well, it's kind of an important thing to say!" Isabella snapped angrily. "Phineas told me he loved me! Gretchen, you're crazy. Ferb does not love me. Now, if you would excuse me, I have to get ready for my wedding!"

Isabella began pushing Gretchen out of her room. "But Isabella…" Gretchen said, as the door shut in her face.

Gretchen was not going to let the chief handle this one on her own. Because she was not handling it right. Gretchen was going to fix this. "Ferb Fletcher, I'm coming for you."

Like I mentioned, the story is winding down. It's wedding day already! What will Gretchen, and everyone else, end up doing? Like always, I politely ask for your reviews.

-Silver