Egad, what's this? I kept thou hanging for a week? How unlike me. I am working very hard on my stuff, which unfortunately includes real life. And this got to 100 reviews! Huzzah! I knew the Phineas and Ferb community wanted more Ferbella and apparently more "M" stuff. Yay? Time to get into Ferb's head during said stuff. Which is hard for me as a writer. Keep the reviews up. And yes, I will stop talking weird.
She was mad at me, again. I was used to it. Isabella has basically been mad at me for half her life, for no distinctive reason. Except for maybe she thinks that my mere existence supposedly keeps Phineas away from her. I don't think I'm the problem here.
I wasn't angry when she told me what she had done. It was more of a silent display of dismay and worry. Of course, she looked just about ready to kill me. It wasn't my fault; Buford had caught me, with witnesses. I didn't lie and I didn't give anything away. But, of course, I could have predicted how she'd act. What I didn't predict was that she told the Fireside girls the secret.
"If you got to tell the guys, then I totally have the right to have told the girls."
That was her logic. Which was hardly logic. Did it ever occur to her that a single conversation, between the girls and guys, would lead to both parties knowing Isabella and I happened to have started this "friends with benefits" thing at the exact same time? And it wouldn't take much deductive reasoning to do the math and connect the dots. And then we'd really be busted.
"Okay, Ferb. I'm going out. And I won't be back for a looong time." Phineas said to me, while winking.
I winced. This was Phineas' cue to me that I could have my "girlfriend" over. And it was weird and creepy in so many ways. I really didn't like how Phineas knows but doesn't know about Isabella. I'd rather be completely honest or hide it completely. And it's also weird having him know about my sex life when I'm still secretly wondering about the blonde Isabella mentioned.
The apartment door shut, meaning Phineas had left, and I collapsed on the couch. I'm beginning to think that I'm no longer insightful. I barely know what's going on with my friends. Isabella and Phineas are both keeping things from me. Buford, well, he's always been a mess of lies. I think he has trouble hiding his sensitive side or maintaining his bully side. And Baljeet has been spending all his time whispering away to Ginger. They worry me the most, actually. They're so close and smart that a single conversation on this topic of friends with benefits and they'll know about what Isabella and I are doing.
Anyway, Phineas was making it extremely easy for Isabella to come over. Which was almost making it… boring. I supposed I should fetch her now. I walked across the hall and gently knocked on the door. For a split second, the door opened and I saw Isabella's face. But then, she saw mine, and slammed the door shut. I groaned and banged on the door.
"Go away!" She yelled.
I sighed, and knocked again, softly. "Isabella?"
"Get out!" She yelled.
"I'm not even in!" I said in protest.
"Leave!" She ordered.
She could be so exasperating. All I wanted to do was patch things up. And here she was, ordering me around. To purposely be annoying, I started drumming on the door. I wasn't playing a song, but it still sounded pretty catchy. I heard Isabella do some sort of annoyed scream-groan. Well, at least she was coming to the door.
She opened it again. She looked about as angry as a cat that's just had water thrown all over it. I awkwardly smiled at her.
"Phineas isn't home, right?" Isabella said. I shook my head. "Uggh, so what now, is he going to give you 'permission' all the time?" I shrugged. "And what? You thought you were going to get lucky tonight?"
I shook my head. "I just don't want you to be mad at me."
"Too late." She whipped around and almost hit me in the face with her hair. She snootily walked into her apartment. I followed her and shut the door. She sat on the couch and crossed her arms over her chest. I sat next to her.
I looked down into my hands. "Isabella, I don't want to fight with you anymore. I feel like all this has been my fault. It's my fault everyone knows now. I'm truly sorry."
"Apology accepted." She said in a cold voice.
I glanced up at her. "Yet I don't feel forgiven."
Isabella sighed and turned towards me. "Ferb, you don't even know how I felt when I found out you told the guys. And to hear it, not from you, but from Buford!"
"I didn't get a chance to tell you." I replied.
She glared at me. "Still! I felt so completely… betrayed. I couldn't help but blurt out the same thing in anger. I understand that you were put in a tough spot, Ferb. But, I don't want Phineas, or anybody, to know. It's just…"
She sniffled, and I put my arm around her shoulders. "I'm sorry." I whispered.
I don't understand what she's feeling, and yet I do. I don't know exactly what's making her angry or sad, but I understand how she feels. It's the mess of emotions that comes with secrecy, or friendships, or love.
Isabella seemed to get over her issue quite quickly, going from sniffles back to normal without shedding a tear. She tilted her head towards me. "Ferb, you're the best."
"I am." I said jokingly. Isabella broke out into giggles and I found myself laughing lightly. I glanced over at her and she looked at me, and then I was totally caught off guard. Because she kissed me. Isabella kissed me.
It wasn't the most passionate kiss we had ever shared, or the most innocent. Her eyes were closed, and her hands were snaking up my chest to wrap around the back of my neck. I was kissing back, but at the same time I was watching her. Because for some reason I feel like we might be wandering into uncharted waters this time.
Isabella broke away from me. She was panting a little, but she had a pretty big smile on her face. "Do you… you wanna… my bedroom?" She said eagerly.
I nodded slowly, and watched as she readily leapt of the couch, and beckoned me. I actually felt a little nervous. Okay, she just wanted to do what we always did, right? It was another meaningless kiss.
I went into the bedroom. Isabella sat on the bed. She had a small smile on her face. I sat down next to her and pulled her hair out of her face. Isabella gently scooted closer and began unbuttoning my shirt.
"I can't believe how nervous I was the first time." She muttered.
"You weren't the only one." I said under my breath.
"What?" She said. She looked up at me. Her big blue eyes were sparkling. "You were nervous too?"
"I was terrified." I chuckled.
"Really? You never ever seem like it, no matter what's going on." She seemed happy that I told her this. Maybe I should have told her a long time ago. It would've prevented all these fights.
"I guess that's my fault then." I said thoughtfully.
I finished undressing. Meanwhile, Isabella took off her dress so that she was just in her undergarments. Then she perfectly slid each bra strap down before she unhooked it. The tease.
I crawled towards her and we started kissing again. Isabella pushed her bare chest against me and I groaned. Isabella moaned as I kissed her and pulled off her panties.
I couldn't pull my lips away from Isabella's, but my fingers gently outlined her body.
"Mmm… Ferb… please… I want you… mmm… oh Ferb." Isabella moaned.
I slowly slid in and started. Isabella's bed was squeaking AGAIN. But I couldn't care less. Isabella really had me acting rough with her. She wrapped her legs around my hips and I sank deeper inside of her.
"Ferb… Ferb… FERB…"
I don't know why, but hearing my name always tips me over the edge. I released and collapsed next to her. We were quiet for a few minutes before Isabella started giggling. I flipped to face her, confused.
"You better feel forgiven now."
Derp. Here's a question. Is there something, and I mean something NOT FILTHY, you want to happen in this story? Now's a good time to answer. Also, "I Hate High School" will resume sometime this week. So reviews will account for 90% of which of my 3 stories are updated (the other 10% being my own preference that day)... so reviews = updates!
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