An update, ta da! Okay, so am I the only nerd who was thoroughly irritated with "Troy Story"? They could've done a better job! As if Phineas could ever pass for the disgusting wife stealer that is Paris! I guess I could always go with my own interpretation that Ferb is Menelaus, and eventually he gets his Isabella, a.k.a Helen, back from Troy. I hope nobody is judging me FOR judging. I just really love the story of the Iliad. I also read a really awesome book that told the whole thing through Cassandra's point of view. Cassandra is Hector's sister and one of King Priam of Troy's many children. She was blessed with the power to see the future but cursed so that no one would ever believe her. Uh, can anyone say "Candace"? I hope you've learned something here today. And that is... Disney will never be able to portray Greek literature correctly.

"She's wrong." I declared, as I scribbled down some ideas Phineas and I could execute, but I couldn't concentrate. And I guess I was a little upset because my pencil punched straight through the paper.

Wynne groaned as she flipped through the TV channels. "You've said that a million times. Why don't you just accept the fact that what she said is true?"

"She's wrong." I repeated.

"Why do I have to listen to you vent all the time?" She lightheartedly complained.

"If it didn't involve her, I would be speaking with Isabella about these things." I stated.

"Right. And how come you pick me over all your other friends?" She asked.

"Because you don't have a rigid opinion of me yet." I said.

"And I guess that's why you don't feel like being quiet."

I paused for a moment. She was right. I felt obligated to be quiet around everyone else. I nodded and sat down on her couch next to her.

"So, is she still wrong?" Wynne lightly asked.

"Yes!" I insisted.

Isabella was completely wrong. I wasn't jealous. With me, jealousy is a very distinct, unpleasant feeling. Like, I literally feel like boiling over when I think about "Monty" with my Vanessa. There was no way I was jealous of Isabella's douche-y stupid friend, and how he completely stepped on our little moment out there in the rain, and… okay, well, even if I was jealous, why would I be? There's no reason. I don't have feelings for Isabella. She's just my friend. I don't get it.

"It's not like it's a crime, Ferb." Wynne said. "She was jealous enough to come out on our date."

"Isabella is just like that sometimes." I replied.

Wynne laughed. "Oh my gosh, you just want to have one-up on her! Like you're the better person because you didn't get jealous and she did!"

"That is not true." I said.

Wynne was still laughing. "It's totally true! You guys are like, in some kind of weird competition, and the loser is the one who breaks down and admits they're in love first."

I glared at her. What on Earth is going on in her head? That is, by far, the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.

"You two are completely and totally in love with each other." She stated. I shook my head angrily. "Then what IS going on, Ferb?"

I frowned a little, searching for my response. "We're just… testing a theory."

"Uh-huh." She said, rolling her eyes.

"You do know that everything I say to you is in confidence." I said.

"Hey, I didn't involve myself. You two pulled me into this." I glared at her again. "What? Okay, I promise I'll tell no one."

I got up to leave. Wynne flashed me a creepy smile as I left her apartment. You know, I was in a deep hole, and I was digging myself in deeper. WHY would I tell Wynne all these things? Sure, she didn't know Isabella and I were sleeping together, but let's just say she found out I had a friend-with-benefits, from say Phineas, and then she realized that I had been talking about Isabella a lot, and then she found out Isabella said she had a friend-with-benefits… the whole thing was actually obvious.

But the thing is, I was venting. Only a sweet girl friend would care about these stupid problems and opinions, and I didn't have that many girl friends. I couldn't talk about Vanessa WITH Vanessa. That's why I would usually talk to Isabella. And now I can't talk to Isabella about Isabella. So, Wynne's my girl. I wasn't about to tell the guys that Isabella thinks I'm jealous of her and her stupid co-worker. What would they think? Actually, they might think the same thing Wynne did. That I loved Isabella. Which is NOT true.

They're both wrong. Isabella and Wynne. Women. I'm fed up with women in general. I headed up to my apartment. I'm just going to hang out with Phineas all night.

Ding! The elevator opened, and I got out. Suddenly, to my surprise, the door to my apartment was opening… and out came a girl. An extremely attractive girl.

I scrambled into a corner, hoping she wouldn't see me. She was a little shorter than Isabella, she had very tan skin, a brunette pixie cut, and she was wearing a tight red track suit. Then, my brother came out with her. My eyes opened wide. What exactly was going on?

"Bye, Phineas." She said sweetly. She pulled him in for a quick hug.

"Yeah, bye Meredith." He said.

"Phineas, it was absolutely ahh-may-zing." She said, drawing out the last word. Oh god, I think I'm going to be sick. "You're so talented."

Phineas blushed. "It was nothing, Merry. So, when should we meet up?"

"Hmm," she said. "Tomorrow, say around 3:30? I'll just come back here, and then we can go to my favorite bakery."

"Sounds like a plan." He replied.

"Oh wait, Phineas, did you see my purse?" She glanced around.

"It must still be inside." He said. He opened the door and they both walked inside.

OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! I ran to Isabella's door and started banging on it. "Isabella, Isabella, Isabella!" I loudly whispered. "Open the door!"

She opened the door. "What's…" I pushed her inside as quickly as I could, and then shut the door. "…going on?"

I paced around the room, wide-eyed. "Oh my god!" I repeated to myself.

"What?" She asked desperately.

I wasn't sure how to tell her this. "I saw… a girl… coming out of our apartment… with Phineas."

"Oh my god!" Isabella exclaimed. "You saw her! That little hussy Minka!"

"No! It was another girl. She was tan, a little short, and had short brown hair."

"Holy…what were they doing?" She yelled.

I winced. "Her name was Meredith, she said he was 'amazing' and 'talented', he blushed, and they made a date for tomorrow at 3:30."

Isabella sank into her couch. "I can't believe it." She whimpered.

I sat next to her. "Me either." I felt upset. And angry. "So he's not oblivious. He's been dating, and sleeping with, random girls all this time! How dare he complain that I'VE been keeping secrets!"

"Ferb, it's okay. Remember what you told me? You just saw somebody leaving. You don't know the whole story." Isabella said in a faint voice.

"And how dare he treat YOU so poorly! Hanging around these sluts and basically ignoring the most beautiful girl in the world! I can't believe him! I…"

Isabella threw her arms around me in a hug. She snuggled her head into my chest, and slowly, I wrapped my arms around her. Poor Isabella. I kissed the top of her head.

"Don't worry. You're right. We don't know the whole story. But maybe, tomorrow, at 3:30, we can find out." I reassured.

Isabella untangled her self from me. "We're going to spy on them?"

"It's not like you've never spied on someone's date before." I said.

"You… you're such a…" Isabella grumbled. "I just don't want to see Phineas out on a date. I don't know if I can handle it."

"I'll be there." I reassured.

"I know." She said. "You'll always be there."