Serving another baby portion of watered down lemonade in this chapter. I know you readers are out there. I can hear you breathing. So review please!
I was waiting for him again. This time though, I wasn't a frazzled mess. I was sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels, not really caring what was on. I was in a nightgown this time. I'm definitely the kind of girl who loves wearing babyish nightgowns to bed. I don't know why; maybe I've just been clinging to this idea that I must be adorable my whole life. But look where that's got me; I'm unemployed and single.
I heard the knock again. I tiptoed to the door and opened it. "Hey, again." I said. Ferb just strolled right in. I shut the door behind him. "You wanna… get right to it, or what?" I asked. Ferb shrugged, then coughed. "I'll get you some water, Ferb." I said.
As I hurried into the kitchen, Ferb sat down on the couch. I walked back over to him with two cups of water. He seemed to be interested in the show. It was on whatever channel I had left it on, maybe the science channel or something.
"Whatcha' watchin'?" I asked as I sat down next to him.
He pulled up the TV guide with the remote. It was something on string theory. He exited and kept watching. Uggh. This is the problem with my friends being so smart. Actually, Buford complains about it too. It annoys us both when Phineas, Ferb, and Baljeet pull out their calculators and geek out together.
I stared blankly at the screen for a while as the host blathered on in physics terms I don't understand. This isn't what I meant when I said we would hang out for a bit. "Ferb, I don't get this at all." I said. "What are they talking about?"
"String theory." He replied. He turned to me. "String theory is based around the notion that we live in a universe of eleven dimensions. Some examples of dimensions are up and down, left and right, and even time. In order for this to work, all known particles, electrons and such, are not mere points that can only move in single directions, but wound strings, that can oscillate in all eleven dimensions."
I was barely following him. "So, umm, the world is made of strings?"
He nodded as if I knew what I was talking about. "But it's highly controversial. In this day and age, string theory has been disregarded by most. It's nearly impossible to properly test without problems occurring."
"Why don't you and your brother test it then?" I asked.
He gave a thoughtful little smile. "Perhaps we will."
I smiled too. We were just looking at each other, with the TV echoing in the background.
"Ferb." I whispered.
He shook his head, shaking himself back into reality. He flipped the TV off, stood up, and offered his hand to me. I gently took it and stood up. As we walked to my bedroom, I noticed we hadn't let go of each other's hands.
I sat down on the bed and cringed at the squeak it made. "Umm… sit." I said.
He obeyed my command and sat down next to me, with a slightly louder squeak. He took my hands again in his, and gently caressed them. They're perfectly dry, while mine are sweaty and clammy. I feel almost positive Ferb never gets nervous, but I could be wrong. They feel sort of rough, probably from all the manual labor he does. Poor baby!
Whoa, where did that come from? Suddenly that word pranced across my mind, and it wasn't supposed to be there. Because calling a guy "baby" was most definitely a girlfriend thing to do. I wasn't supposed to be doing girlfriend-y things. That went against Rule 2. Isabella, I scolded myself, you sleep with a guy one time and suddenly you're acting like he's your boyfriend. You should be ashamed of yourself! What about Phineas? But if I wanted to stay loyal to Phineas, I wouldn't be sleeping with his brother.
"Isabella, are you alright?" Ferb suddenly asked me. I had been staring into space like an idiot.
"Yeah, I was just… thinking." I muttered. "Let's just… you know."
Ferb gently stroked my head and gently kissed me again. Ferb! If he keeps this up, I'm going to look awfully slutty compared to how sweet he is. I kept crawling towards him, pushing him back, until I was kissing him with me on top this time. I kept going, not even wanting to break our kiss. I had to admit, Ferb was a really good kisser. And that wasn't all he was good at. Suddenly, I felt his hands run across my stomach and I jumped a little.
"Sorry!" I said, embarrassed.
He gave me a funny look. "Are you ticklish, Isabella?"
I blushed. "Yeah, a little." Ferb looked fairly amused by this. "Oh great, now you're going to use this against me at some point, aren't you?" I said. "Why don't you tell me a secret about you?" I asked.
Ferb leaned really close to me, so close I could feel his warm breath on me. His lips were right next to my ear. "I… don't want to."
"Ferb!" I squealed. We were both laughing. "I can't believe you! I bet nobody else knows how you can be so… so…" I couldn't find the words I was looking for. Not while he was staring at me. I tilted my head at him. "I think people assume you've got something to hide when you're very quiet. Nobody thinks that when you're loud and obnoxious." I said. He was scooting close to me again. "I have a secret for tonight, Ferb." I whispered. "No bra."
It took maybe a second after I said that for us to start kissing again. Ferb laid me down on my back. His lips moved down to my neck and collarbone again. He pulled down one of my sleeves, exposing my shoulder.
"See?" I said. I suddenly had a giddy feeling in my gut.
"I see." He murmured into my neck, as he nuzzled it.
He stopped for a moment to pull off his shirt and pants. And I didn't feel any of the flustered feelings I had yesterday. All I felt was… eager.
Ferb was back on top of me, kissing me again. I found my hands tangled up in his hair. I don't know why, but I did it last time too. I gently broke away. "Wait, now you have to tell me a secret about tonight." I said. He didn't say anything. "Well? Anything! About what you're wearing, about how you feel, anything!"
"Okay," He said, while stroking my hair. "I think you look adorable tonight in that nightgown. Reminds me of when we were younger."
"That's it?" I asked.
"Well, I was going to mention my intense desire to rip it off your body, but I felt that may be a tad on the uncouth side."
I felt myself gaping at him. Ferb smiled a small, naughty smile. I smiled my own wicked little smile. "Go for it." I whispered.
I ran my hands in his hair, kissing him again, as I heard the loud tear of the strings of my nightgown being ripped by Ferb's strong hands. And I was enjoying it.
When we broke away after that, my dress was falling off my body, so I just pulled it off and tossed it aside. At this point, I just ridiculously wanted Ferb. We both pulled off our underwear as fast as we could.
He didn't start though. He just hovered over me, asking permission with his eyes. And I would bet a million dollars he was going to ask permission almost every time. I just desperately nodded and kissed him again. We were once again just a tangled mess of limbs, rocking my bed and moaning. But this time, it's so much better. Because I'm not a nervous mess. I'm enjoying myself. Enjoying him.
I didn't want him to leave afterwards. We were done. My heart wasn't racing at a million miles per hour and I felt calm. But I felt even calmer in Ferb's arms. And I didn't want him to leave. But that went against what we had set up. I'm not so worried about messing up my friendship with Ferb or my chances with Phineas any more. I'm worried I'm going to get attached to Ferb.
"What are you thinking about?" I whispered.
"Nothing. The universe. Work tomorrow. You." He replied.
I didn't know how to respond to that. "Do you like your job Ferb?" I sensed a slight nod. "I need a job, Ferb. I feel useless. My only job is… waiting on Phineas."
"So start searching." He made it all sound so simple.
"Do you have everything figured out Ferb?" I asked.
"No." He replied. "Not life. Not death. Not miracles. Not love. And definitely not this." He glanced at me, and then sat up. He got off the bed and was walking towards the exit.
"Ferb," I called out. "Do you believe in string theory?"
He looked back towards me, and after a long pause, shrugged. Then he walked out of my bedroom and the apartment.
I flopped back on my bed. I felt like screaming when it squeaked again. I closed my eyes tight and ran as many thoughts as I could through my head. My parents, Pinky, my first patch, rainbows, unicorns, dresses, Buford, Baljeet, the girls, Phineas, especially Phineas, just trying to get Ferb out of my head. Ok, I still loved Phineas Flynn with all my heart. And the most I felt for his brother was a complex mixture of friendship and attraction, and the second half was purely because Ferb was handsome and good in bed. Ferb and I had no feelings for each other and no strings attached to each other. But, if everything is really made of strings, then my point is null and void.