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"Isabella, please open the door," Ferb begged knocking some more on her door. Isabelle continued to ignore him as she sobbed some more on her new pillows.

"Bella, please…" Ferb said one more time. He waited for a few minutes before standing up to try again but the doctor finally opened it. Her eyes red and puffy, her cheeks red from crying. She gave him a look that held nothing but sadness before walking back on the bed and curling up in a ball looking at the window that showed the city. Ferb didn't hesitate and walked in. He took off his tie and shoes and sat on the bed with his best friend looking away from him. He turned his attention to the new decorations in the room. Surprisingly enough, the room was not filled with pink. The bed itself had black and white bed sheets and the drawers and bedside table were changed to fit the designed. In the far corner, there was a computer table that contained pictures of her, him and Phineas back in their younger days.

"Bella, what's wrong?" Ferb asked touching her shoulder, but instead of curling towards him like she usually does when she was upset, she moved away from his touch and still stayed quiet.

"Is this about Phineas?" He asked remembering her crush on his brother. Isabella didn't open her mouth, she didn't trust it. She's kept her secret for a long time, no one knew the truth. No one knew that Isabella Garcia-Shapiro was indeed in love with the green haired engineer. She loved everything about him. His green hair, slightly large nose, his genius brain, his quiet demeanor, but she had been too late. Vanessa had gotten in the way before she could say anything to him.

"Please leave me alone," Isabella murmured moving away from his warm touch. Ferb frowned but accepted defeat, kissed his two sons before walking out of the room and closing the door behind him. Isabella waited for a few minutes before reaching for her phone. She dialed the only number that knew the truth. None other than Phineas Flynn.

The red head groaned, rubbing his eyes when his phone started ringing on his bed side table, recognizing the tune he didn't bother checking.

"Isabella?"

"Ph-ine-as," The girl on the line sobbed immediately waking up the inventor.

"Bells, what's wrong?" He asked sitting upright and turning on his lamp.

"Fe-rb…H-e….He proposed to Vane-ssa. I'm too late!" She cried harder gripping the phone tightly in her hands.

"Where are you?" He asked, grabbing a pants and a shirt from his closet.

"At Ferb's, with Xavier, Fred and Amanda," She answered finally coming down.

"Okay, Bells I need you to start packing your clothes. I'll come pick you up. Did you want to bring the kids?" Phineas asked as he grabbed his keys from the kitchen.

"Yeah, when will you get here? Most of the things are packed…" Isabella asked looking at the baby bags in her room. She grabbed her own bags and stuffed the things she needed while she was with Phineas.

"Thirty minutes, I brought the hover car. Don't worry Bells. I'll come for you," Phineas said starting his car and flying over the ocean to get to his brother's house the fastest.

"Thanks Phineas, Text me when you get here okay?"

"Will do, see you soon." He murmured before hanging up. He gripped the wheels tighter in anger. His brother had accused him to be the oblivious one when he himself was the oblivious to Isabella's attraction towards him. Isabella had finally confessed to him that she was really in love with the green haired brother after their dating period back in college, he couldn't say he was surprised. Their entire relationship was too platonic to be called intimate. Eventually, it felt like kissing their own siblings, which did not sit well with either one of them.

Thirty minutes seems to fly by fast, Phineas could already see the landscape where Ferb had built his house. He immediately spotted Isabella right by the porch with two baby carriers waiting next to her. He noticed that she didn't bother changing from her pajamas that left little to no imagination to anyone that could see. He could feel the blood ready to spill, he might be picking up his best friend but he was still part of the male species and appreciated a beautiful woman when he saw one. He parked right next to the curb and got out of the car to help her out.

"Where's Amanda?" Phineas asked looking for the short toddler as he fastened both of the boys' carrier in the car.

"I think Amanda should stay with Ferb. He's closer to her than I am." Isabella answered kissing Xavier and Fred's fore heads before getting in to the passenger's seat next to Phineas. The red haired leaned and kissed her cheek. It had been a habit that he had been doing every time they met.

"Thank you," She whispered kissing his cheek in return. Phineas stayed silent, reaching for her hand and giving her a reassuring squeeze before they flew into the air. He held her hand even after she had fallen asleep.

"What was Ferb thinking…" Phineas mumbled noting to talk to Ferb soon as he looked at Isabella's dried tears. He sighed, even with his sister gone, she still found a way to meddle in people's love lives. He remembered the contract that Stacy had conjured up with Jeremy and Candace. It was suppose to bring the two closer in case Jeremy and Candace had passed on while making sure that Amanda, Xavier and Fred were both well taken care of. But what the two didn't know was the brother clause. If for some reason, their "family" had some unfortunate circumstances such as Ferb getting married, Phineas was allowed to take the kids with him regardless of their consents. He loved his nephews and nieces but he was still hoping Ferb and Isabella could work it out. He frowned pulling up the secret compartment of his car. A small box and a small rolled up paper were in it. He let go of Isabella's hand and opened the small box. It was a princess cut diamond ring with Isabella's initials engraved inside. It was the ring he had bought for her in case, they had decided to give up on finding the right one. Or on Isabella's case giving up on Ferb. Phineas shooked his head and placed the box inside the compartment again, trying to forget any intentions of proposing to his best friend.

"It's a last case scenario," He mumbled.

There you go! I know it's short! Happy fourth of July!