Okay, I got a bunch of reviews last chapter, plus I delayed this update to write other stuff, so I should be writing a better author's note but I'm too tired. So just read and review! *collapses on bed*

Now I'm beginning to realize that I've been complaining that I'm upset or in a bad mood all the time recently. Of course, I have had reason enough to be. Getting your heart crushed and having to resort to a twisted arrangement with your friend isn't pleasant. I just wish I could be a little tiny bit happier. As carefree as Phineas. Or even Isabella.

I have to admit, Isabella has seemed a lot brighter recently. She's laughing and smiling and joking around with Phineas and me more than ever before. And she's gotten more… aggressive... sexually.

I can't understand what's going on in her head. It's so strange. I generally pride myself on being able to read people. And Isabella? An open book. The only person in the whole world who doesn't know all Isabella's secrets is Phineas. I guess I can ponder it to myself. Maybe she's over Phineas, and can now act comfortably around us, because she doesn't feel guilty for sleeping with me. Or maybe being friends with benefits is actually helping her confidence and she's making real progress with Phineas. Or she's miserable and she's trying to force herself to eliminate all the awkwardness. There are too many possibilities.

The subject wouldn't leave my mind, even as I was brushing my teeth and getting ready to go to sleep for the night. I have to mention one more thing that annoys me. Being whacked playfully on the back by my brother while I'm gargling.

Yeah, he didn't seem to notice me choking. "Ferb, got any plans for tomorrow night?" I shook my head. "Great, because I think tomorrow would be a great night for you to maybe, I don't know, go out? See what Danville nightlife has to offer?"

I stared hard at him. Where was this going?

"And you might just need a pretty date." He said casually.

"No." I said, as I walked out of the bathroom.

"You don't even know what I was going to say!" He called after me. I got into my bed. "Ferb? You better not be pretending to sleep!" He said indignantly. I let out a fake snore, just to be obnoxious. "Ferb!" Phineas marched into the room.

I sat up. "I do know what you were going to say." He opened his mouth to protest. "I don't do blind dates."

"Why not? How do you know she isn't 'the one'?" he said dramatically.

She isn't. I've already met "the one" and she's in love with someone else. I let my thoughts linger on Vanessa, but suddenly they started to change into Isabella. I shook my head. That was weird. Anyway, she's in love with someone else too. "I don't want to go out with someone I've never met."

"I know you'll like her. Isabella and I picked her out just for you." Isabella and Phineas? Together? Picking out a girlfriend for me? "She just moved into the building. Would you just go out with her?"

I didn't know what to say. Phineas was giving me his classic, innocent, pleading look. The kind of look that gets Candace not to release evidence that lake monsters exist. Or that gets us out of trouble with the FCC. So I slowly nodded yes. How bad could it be?

Blind dates. I had been sitting at this table for at least twenty minutes. I wish I could just go off on Phineas and Isabella, but they weren't here. Plus, that wasn't really my style. I was ready to head out when a waiter suddenly directed a young lady to my table, and she rushed into the empty seat.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry! Are you Ferb?" She asked.

I stared at her. She had small brown eyes and a bubbly smile. Her thick hair was a dark red and formed one sweeping wave behind her. She was wearing a sexy black and white dress that would look a lot better on if she wasn't so skinny.

"Hi. I'm Wynne Martin." She said. I rose to greet her, and then we both sat down and looked at the menus.

I noticed she was smiling at me. "You know, they told me you don't talk that much. And that you didn't really want to come on this date."

"Oh, I don't want you to think I…" I began to say.

She swatted her hand. "Oh, it's okay. I'm chatty. Plus, I hate blind dates too."

I relaxed a little. She was pretty and seemed sweet.

"So, you actually MADE the building we live in? Cause that's really amazing. I didn't even grow up around here but I know all about the famous 'Phineas and Ferb'. And now I've met both of you. What kind of name is Ferb anyway?"

So sick of that question. "What kind of name is Wynne?" I suddenly asked.

She giggled. "I have no idea. It means 'fair' in Welsh or something. I'm not even from the UK." She gestured towards me. "But I never had to deal with having the same name as someone in my class."

"Me either." I remarked, and we both chuckled.

The night went on. We ordered food and talked. Wynne was pretty and smart and sweet. It wasn't the worst date I had been on, but I felt almost bored. I got a text just as we were eating dessert. It was Isabella.

How's the date?

I glanced at Wynne before I responded. I didn't want to seem rude. She gestured for me to go ahead.

Fine.

I sent it. Suddenly, I heard a low buzz nearby, and a slightly louder yelp from a girl. It was very close. I think it was coming from in front of me, behind Wynne, and… behind a potted plant?

There was a plant several feet behind her, near the hall towards the bathrooms. Wynne was talking, but I was straining my neck and leaning sideways in my chair to see behind the plant. I saw… black hair? Oh no, don't tell me she…

I fell right out of my chair and onto the floor. Wynne and some waiters and even some people sitting nearby rushed to help me. I got up, insisting I was fine. I caught another glance behind the plant. A pink dress.

"Are you okay, Ferb?" Wynne gently asked me.

"Would you just excuse me for a minute?" I growled.

I got up and marched towards the bathrooms. But there happened to be a girl hiding behind the large plant along the way there. I knew it.

"Heeeyy, Ferb." Isabella said. I crossed my arms and started tapping my foot. "I bet you're wondering why I'm here, aren't you?" She said nervously. I just scowled at her. "Umm, well…"

"You don't have a reason, do you?" I said tiredly. I mean, of course she had a reason, that was why she was here. She just didn't have one she could tell me.

"No, I just wanted to see how your date was going." She said.

"I already told you. FINE. Wynne's nice, and I came on the date, just like you wanted. Why do you two insist on meddling with my life?" I complained.

"What?" She said.

"Phineas. You and Phineas. I assume he's hiding here as well." I said. Isabella didn't say anything. She wouldn't make eye contact with me. I stared at her. "Wait, you came on your own?" I asked, confused.

Isabella fiddled with her hair. "I… I'm gonna go now." She started to walk towards the main door as fast as she could.

"Umm, hi Isabella." Wynne said as Isabella walked by her quickly.

"Hello Wynne." She said.

"Bye Isabella." Wynne called after her. I went back to my seat. "Umm… what just…"

"Don't ask." I said.

"Okay. Well, I had a lovely evening Mr. Fletcher." She said sweetly, as we got up to go.

"I did too, Miss Martin." I said.

"And we should do it again sometime."

She wanted to go out again? After tonight? Well, I was surprised. But that didn't mean I didn't want to go out again. This was the first night in a long time where I wasn't complaining.

"And so would I." I said.

She smiled at me, and then left to call a taxi. Now I just had one thing to do. I had to find out where my Isabella had run off to.