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-Silver

I glanced at my clock for what felt like the billionth time. 3:15. Where the heck was he? Ferb was supposed to get to my place before this second mystery girl showed up. He was literally across the hallway!

My head was doing loop-de-loops right now. What exactly is going on? Was Ferb actually jealous the other day? Should I go out with Kyle? And what the heck is Phineas doing? I can't help missing the days where I could go out with some random guy without already having a relationship with him, and if I had to, I could slam a piece of cake into his face, then never see him again.

I seriously don't feel like spying on Phineas and his date. I'll die. I'm not kidding, I'll die. Because I don't know what I might see. If I see Phineas and his date having a super fun time, that means that on our little "date" thing, the problem wasn't just Phineas, and that we have no chemistry together. If Phineas and his date have a boring time, then that just means Phineas is never going to put a hundred percent into being a boyfriend. And if Phineas and his date do anything even close to inappropriate, that means that A) he's not the sweet innocent boy we think he is, and that B) he is not attracted to me in any way, otherwise he would have reacted to my flirting.

I can't even decide which outcome is scariest. And any way it turns out, my perception of Phineas will probably change. Ferb's did. Ferb was completely furious with him. I could just tell by the way he talked about it. I understand, but at the same time, Phineas understood and accepted the fact that Ferb was "sleeping around". So I don't know why Ferb's especially upset. Maybe he feels Phineas betrayed ME.

He would think like that. Ferb's a genuinely good person. It's almost impossible to describe. He's like God; he doesn't judge, or do anything with bad intentions, or get overly emotional, or say much. But I want to get that thought out of my head now, because no matter what religion you are, you can't say somebody is God, when he's your best friend, and you have sex with him. Yeah. Thought erased.

I heard a knock at the door and I jumped. It's probably Ferb. At last. I walked over and answered it.

"You're late."

He shrugged and walked inside. He looked down at his phone, I think for the address of wherever the heck Phineas and his floozy were.

"You were supposed to wear black!" I whined.

Ferb stared at me in confusion.

"You know," I said. "Because spies wear black."

Ferb chuckled.

"Ferb!" I stomped my foot down.

"Do you want me to go change?" He asked, still laughing a little.

"Forget it." I said, as I grabbed a jacket and opened the door. My jacket was hot pink. There goes my spy color scheme.

"Don't think I didn't recognize your outfit, Isabella." Ferb said, as we walked into the elevator.

"Huh?" I glanced down. Oh. I felt a blush creep into my cheeks. "Skinny jeans."

He gently put his hand on my thigh. "An old enemy…" He slid it down my leg. I moaned. All I could smell was Ferb; which is that same amazing mix between Irish soap, cologne, and motor oil. He had me backed against the elevator wall, with only centimeters separating our bodies. "…That I will someday conquer."

His eyes met mine and all I could do was gaze into them. Oh my god. This boy has made me lose my mind. Normally, in this situation, Isabella Garcia-Shapiro would be doing one of two things; crying her eyes out that Phineas is on a date or trying to inspire herself to be Phineas' next date. She would never, ever, EVER be back against the wall, with Ferb Fletcher over her, and about to be kissing, and necking, and possibly much more with him, in a public elevator. Nope. The real Isabella would never do that. So why am I throwing my arms around his neck right now?

Just then the elevator made that annoying little ding, and Ferb pulled away from me as the doors opened. Damn it! I guess the little "real" Isabella in my head got what she wanted. She probably kept me from doing something with him I shouldn't have, something scandalous. And something I think I secretly really wanted to do.

"So, uh, where are we going?" I asked. I fluffed my hair back to normal, and ran to keep up with him.

"Dawn's Bakery." He pointed up ahead.

"Oh, slow down! It's right there." I stopped and panted a little. Wow, he walks fast. I was practically sweating trying to keep up with him. "How do you know this is the right place?" I pulled my jacket off slowly. Ferb was watching me. "Ferb? Hey! Is this the right place?"

He shook his head. "Huh? It is. I sex. I MEAN," He turned bright red. "I checked."

I stared at him for maybe a millisecond before I burst out into laughter. He was totally red and embarrassed and I couldn't stop laughing at his little slip of the tongue. I finally stopped when people started staring and I felt poor Ferb had enough.

"Okay, big boy, I think you've had enough torture." I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bakery.

Turns out it wasn't just a bakery, it was also a restaurant. And it was really full. I wondered if we would even get a table. Of course, that didn't matter if…

"Holy Phineas!" I exclaimed, pointing at him. He was sitting at a table really close to the bakery counter… with a girl who was distinctly not Minka. Crap.

They weren't dressed up or anything. I mean, she was wearing cargo pants! But they were sitting and eating something and talking. Actually, they had about two-dozen different pieces of cake in front of them. Well, that didn't matter right now. We just had to get out of their line of sight before anybody realized anything. I searched for an empty table, but I couldn't find one. Of course, then Ferb found one and we sat down.

I looked at everybody happily eating. I kind of wanted something too. But then I noticed that there were no waiters. You had to walk up to the counter and order what you wanted. And the counter was way too close to Phineas.

"Aww, we can't even get anything to eat!" I complained. "And you were right. As usual. Although it looks pretty innocent. Although, if this is a date, he must have bought her every single flavor of cake on the menu."

"Uh-huh." Ferb said quietly, looking out the window.

I giggled. "Oh please, don't tell me you're still embarrassed!"

"I wasn't… embarrassed." He said, trying to shrug it off.

"Shut up Ferb! You were jealous, and you were embarrassed, and you were horny! You're only human." I declared.

"Stop it." He hissed. "I'm not like that."

"Ferb, all guys are like that. You are a male. With a male brain. And male emotions." He seemed to slump a little. I guess he already knows this is true, and he doesn't want to admit it. "So," I smirked. "Why'd you feel so frisky today you were prepared to feel me up in an elevator?"

"Isabella, I'm not… I didn't…" He stammered. More excuses.

"No way. No excuses. Tell me." I said.

"I don't know!" He exclaimed. I stared at him. Yeah, waiter, check please, because my Ferb has gone insane! I could tell by the way his eye was practically twitching.

"You don't have to but," I started timidly. "Do you feel like telling me what's bothering you?"

"It's you." He whimpered.

"Me?" I said. "What did I do?"

"Nothing." He paused. "And everything! It's everything you do. When you kiss me or you say my name… you've made me lose my mind. The real Ferb Fletcher is madly in love with Vanessa. The real Ferb Fletcher doesn't keep secrets from Phineas. He's logical and practical and quiet, and you've turned him into somebody perverted and envious and cheeky and… passionate."

My mouth was open. I couldn't think of a thing to say. All I could think of was how similar his thoughts were to mine. And I guess the "real" Ferb and the "real" Isabella have very little power left.

"You alright?" I asked quietly.

"Not really." He muttered.

"Do you want something? I can go get us something." I said.

"What about Phineas?" He asked.

"I don't think he's going to be a problem, considering that he and Girl Number 2 just left in a taxi." I said, as I glanced out the window.

Ferb grasped my hand. "Bella, are you alright?"

Surprisingly, I felt fine. I watched Phineas leave with another girl, and I felt fine. I just nodded and went up to the counter. I bought us some sweet treats and went to sit back down.

"I got you a piece of Doonkelberry pie." I said, sliding it to him.

"That's my favorite." He stated.

I laughed. "I know."

He squinted at me. "Do you only know that because it's Phineas' favorite too?"

"No! That's just a coincidence. And I know a lot of your favorites. I could've gotten you haggis."

"They have haggis?"

I laughed into my hand. "I hope you're joking." He nodded. "Okay, quick, what did I get?"

"Chocolate cake." He said.

"How did you know?" I asked wondrously.

"I can see it." He smiled.

"Dang it."

"But that's not your favorite." He said. "You just seem to be on a chocolate craze recently."

"So what's my favorite?" I asked.

"Red velvet."

I tilted my head at him. "And how do you know that?"

He put down his fork. "Every birthday, every year… red velvet."

"And how do I know that YOU didn't learn that from Phineas?" I countered.

"I didn't."

"How do I know you aren't lying?"

"You have to trust me."

I stared at him. "I do." I finished my last bite of cake. "You need to realize that I don't only pay attention to your brother."

"And you need to realize that we're not just mutual acquaintances through him."

"I know we're not." I grabbed his hand.

"Yeah… we're a lot more." He said slowly.

I blushed. Wait a minute, what the heck were we doing?

"Ferb, you do realize that this could be considered a 'date', right?" I said.

"It… could."

"Well, I mean, you didn't pay for our… oh, Ferb, no!" He was taking out his wallet.

"I'm not taking no for an answer." He said, giving me the money.

"Great, so you made this even more date-like. You buying me food, in a restaurant, the whole sit-down deal. And unless Dawn's has some VERY lively mice, I assume that you're the one I've been playing footsie with this whole time, right?"

He blushed and nodded.

I sighed. "Ferb, we just broke rule 2."

"But we're not dating." He said.

"I know, but…" Oh, who was I kidding? We might as well throw rule 2 out the door with rule 1! And Ferb's birthday was coming up and I was dying to do something special for that.

But Ferb and I are running out of rules to break.