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How often does a person totally have to rethink his or her relationship with somebody else? I mean, it can't be often. When you meet a person, they make an impression on you and you make an impression on them. And that's that. You become acquaintances, enemies, friends, lovers, or some kind of wacky mixture of what I've already mentioned.

Now, if it isn't often, then I must have a problem. Because my thoughts about a certain green haired British young man are becoming a giant glob, a recipe for disaster. Because you need to throw in ingredients such as the fact that I don't even know Ferb that well, because he barely talks, or the fact that he can really irritate me, and we're starting to fight all the time. Or that Ferb is a childhood friend that I can tell anything to. OR the fact that I'm his sex partner all the time. And that somehow, I think I might be falling…

A loud buzz interrupted my thoughts. I don't think many people realize how scary a cell phone set on vibrate can be when you're alone in a quiet room, thinking to yourself. It was a text message. I hope I don't have to kill whom it's from. I checked it. Phineas.

Hey! Wanna swing by our place tonite?

Did I? Of course I did! I would take any chance I had with Phineas. I would do anything he asked. I was in love with him… right?

Of course, Ferb would probably be there. I don't know what I hate more; getting stuck with Phineas and a big crowd, or getting stuck with just Phineas and Ferb. There's something a lot more awkward when it's just the three of us. Phineas and Ferb always have a good time together. I have always wanted to really be alone with Phineas. And Ferb and I… well, we definitely did a lot when we were alone. But, I went. I answered Phineas, and I just… went to their apartment.

Phineas opened the door with a big smile on his face, as usual. "Hey Isabella!"

"Hi Phineas! What's up? Whatcha' doin?" I said.

He was flitting back and forth, from the kitchen to the dining table, as quickly as possible, carrying plates, napkins, and glasses.

"It's dinner time!" He said brightly. "Spaghetti and meatballs."

My thoughts drifted to Phineas-land, where the evening would consist of flowers, candles, and romantic music. Where Phineas and I would be sharing a plate of spaghetti, and accidentally end up having a Lady and the Tramp moment. I sighed. Of course, there was no way that was going to happen. Phineas would probably be too busy going on about his inventions, while Ferb and I awkwardly tried not to make too much eye contact. Then, I noticed something. Ferb wasn't even here.

"Phineas," I said, "Where's Ferb?"

He popped his head out from the kitchen. "Ferb? Oh, he said he had to go somewhere or something. It's weird, because he said he was free earlier. Then I mentioned inviting you, and then all of a sudden, he said he was busy."

Phineas sat down at the table and I rushed to sit next to him. Two plates of spaghetti were sitting in front of us. This was one of those excruciatingly rare times when I was alone with Phineas, not to mention the closest it's ever been to Phineas actually setting up a "date" for us. Oh Ferb… once again that boy is the only reason I'm enjoying actual alone time with Phineas. I really owe him. Of course… he could just be avoiding me because of the awkwardness.

Both thoughts were sort of annoying. Because either Ferb is just racking up my debt to him or he isn't very comfortable being my friend anymore. Actually, that wasn't annoying, that was upsetting.

"Isabella?" Phineas looked at me questioningly, probably because I was gazing into the distance like an idiot.

"Sorry, I was just thinking." I said.

"About what?" Phineas asked.

"Ferb. I MEAN…" I couldn't believe I just said that. If only I could just reel that word back in. I couldn't even recover and make an excuse. What would Phineas say?

"Really?" Phineas asked. "Because I was thinking about him too. Ferb's been acting sort of weird lately."

"Weird? Weird how?" I cautiously asked.

"Weird, like he doesn't seem to want to collaborate with me as much, he keeps looking at pictures of Vanessa and sighing, he is either sleeping in or acting sleepy, and he's always sneaking off nowadays. Like just now, he said he was free but now he's gone."

I felt like fainting. Phineas cannot discover what's actually been going on. He CANNOT. I would die. And Ferb probably would too. At least Phineas didn't seem to care about my little slip-up.

"Well, umm… what do you think about… whatever is going on?" I gulped.

"I think… Ferb needs a girlfriend." Phineas declared.

"What!" I said. That wasn't what I expected to hear.

"Yeah! He's obviously depressed about Vanessa, and he needs a girlfriend! And you and I are going to help him find the perfect one!" Phineas said excitedly.

"Well… umm…" I didn't even know what to say. I knew why Ferb was slinking around and acting strange. But Ferb was depressed over Vanessa. I knew that much.

"We'll find the perfect girl and arrange for them to go on a date!"

"I don't know if Ferb would want us to set him up with some random girl, Phineas." I said.

"Oh come on. Between you and me, we'll find the perfect girlfriend for Ferb." Said Phineas.

I was torn. I wanted Ferb to be happy again. I wanted to do more things with Phineas. But if Ferb gets a girlfriend, that effectively ends our friends-with-benefits deal. I mean, that's okay, Ferb and I would go right back to how we were before; good friends with no awkwardness. And Ferb would be happy.

But would I be? I wish I could say I would be, that I would go back to normal, but I still think a small part of me is falling in…

"Ok, ok, Phineas. I'll help you find Ferb a girlfriend."