SPOILER ALERT: ""Druselsteinoween" was a great recovery from "Troy Story". Hilarious and Halloween-y. I loved Doof, Linda and Lawrence, scaring the crap out of trick-or-treaters. I swear, I was like "SHIT SHIT SHIT!" when Candace and Vanessa showed up in the same costume, and so did Monty and Jeremy. I thought the couples were going to get messed up. Didn't happen, but that would've been hilarious. Also, I think Monogram now thinks Vanessa is a lesbian. Don't you love how I corrupt an innocent show? And OMG, Ferb ships Montessa! He sang a song for them! So Ferbnessa is officially dead! So, my story doesn't work now, but yay! Now I just need to kill Phinabella, *gets weapons ready*, and Ferbella is a go! Of course, the looming "Act Your Age" is coming up. Well, I'm excited for all the Halloweenieness this month! Yeah!

Okay, back to my story... this chapter has got it all... I hope. Storyline, character development, fluff, and lemon! The chapter is like 2000 and something words. I say that here, because obviously, I wrote a really long author's note... so that doesn't count for the actual word length. Please review!

Love, Silver

I'll tell you one thing that's always been true; I can't stand my birthday. I hate it. I wish that everybody would forget about it. It's not really the fact that I'm another year closer to a disgusting old miser; it's that people are celebrating it. Sappy speeches, cheap presents, and everyone I know acting ridiculous from alcohol or sugar highs… what a waste of a day.

But I go along with it. If I didn't, I'd be a huge hypocrite. I throw huge parties for all my friends… not to mention I'm the one who singlehandedly plans Phineas' birthday every year. I just didn't expect one in return.

"Having an awesome birthday, Ferb?" Phineas asked me. "And we finished work early, too!"

I rolled my eyes. He was throwing me a party. In the apartment, as soon as we got home. I had known for weeks. Did anyone really think I wouldn't figure it out? I was the one who cancelled the "amazing" elephant show. Phineas needs to get it into his head that we do not have a backyard anymore. That's it, end of story. If he wanted an elephant circus, he should have had this party at Mom and Dad's.

The elevator opened and Phineas ran out. "You stay here… don't move…" He said excitedly.

I sighed and shrugged and Phineas rushed into the apartment. I could almost sense Phineas shutting everybody up, and then the lights going off. And in five, four, three, two…

"You can come in now Ferb!" I cautiously opened the door.

"SURPRISE!" Everybody screamed.

I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling.

"Yeah, we got him!" Baljeet said. He and Phineas high-fived.

Isabella ran up to me. She was wearing a floaty yellow dress. Yellow is a color I'm rather fond of. I'm so used to seeing her in pink or purple. "Happy Birthday!" she said. She put something on my head. It was a plastic crown, with the words "Birthday Boy!" on it. Why my friends love ridiculous things like this, I'll never know, but I wore it anyway.

"Time to party!" Buford screamed.

Instantly, music started blaring. People rushed into the living room, where a dance floor, complete with DJ and lights, was set up. In the kitchen, food and beverages were set up. The party was great, except there were a large number of people crammed into one medium apartment.

"Come on!" Isabella grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the dance floor. People kept trying to catch me as I walked though.

"Hey Ferb, happy birthday!" said Katie.

"Thanks." I said.

"Ferb, you rock!" said Django.

"You too." I said.

"Happy Birthday Ferbie! I love you so much!" Mom said.

"Love you too, Mum!" I called.

I was the center of attention in a small space. Everyone wanted to wish me a happy birthday as I passed by: Candace, Jeremy, Stacy, Irving, Albert, the Fireside girls, Wynne, etc. I just kept my fingers tightly interlocked with Isabella's, not wanting to lose her in the crowd. Despite all the noise, she was still talking to me.

"I know you're the music genius, but we got a killer mix and DJ!" She said loudly, turning her head back to me as we walked. "We all know you're the best dancer in Danville, so…"

"Ferb?"

Isabella had stopped walking, and I almost crashed into her. Who said my name? I looked to see who was in front of Isabella. Vanessa. Oh boy.

She smiled softly at me. "Happy Birthday."

"Thank you." I said awkwardly.

I followed Vanessa's eyes as they flitted towards my hand… that was attached to Isabella's. I quickly pulled my hand away.

Isabella blushed, and awkwardly rubbed her arm. "Hi Vanessa."

"Hi." Vanessa said warmly. "Isabella, right?"

"Right." Isabella said.

"Well, uh… the party is awesome!" Vanessa said. "Right, Monty?"

Some tall, muscular, and strangely square looking man walked up next to her. "Right. Happy Birthday, dude. I'm Monty."

I had absolutely no idea what to say. Luckily, Isabella grabbed me again. "We're going to go dance."

"Okay. Bye Ferb!" I heard Vanessa say as we hurried away.

"Are you okay?" Isabella asked tentatively.

"I…"

Buford interrupted me. He shoved two of the ever cliché disposable red cups in our hands. "My own special concoction. You'll like it, I swear."

"Buford, it's his birthday. I don't think he wants everybody to get drunk." Isabella said.

I glanced down at what was in the cup, and downed it in one gulp. "Thanks. I needed that." I said, giving it back to the stunned Buford.

Isabella raised an eyebrow at me. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to enjoy my birthday party." I said. "I don't care what Vanessa is up to." I declared.

I suddenly flew out onto the dance floor, doing what I did best; dancing. People cheered a little for me, and then joined in. I caught Isabella and spun her around. She laughed and started dancing with me. She has such a beautiful laugh.

We kept dancing together. When a fast song came, Buford, or Baljeet, or the rest of the group would join us. And when the songs were calm, she would slow-dance with me, and I would listen to the endless Isabella thoughts she has.

Suddenly, I felt a poke in the back. "Hi Ferb!" Adyson said, standing there.

Isabella pulled her arms away from me slowly. "Hey Adyson. Where's Toby?"

"Busy." She said in a pouty voice. "Anyway, Isabella, I can't believe you! Are you going to hog the birthday boy all night?"

Isabella blushed. "Oh no, I wasn't trying to…"

"You've literally been the only girl to dance with him all night!" she said.

I realized it was true. Isabella was blushing very brightly.

"Isabella," Adyson said cattily. "Why don't you go find Phineas?"

"Phineas… right." She said. She was about to run off when we all heard a microphone.

"Testing… testing…" It was Phineas. "Okay, it's time for what everybody's been waiting for!"

"CAKE!" Screamed somebody.

Phineas laughed. "Okay, yes, cake. First, my brother, that dashing dude you call Ferb, has to blow out the candles."

Everyone was suddenly staring at me, and I found myself being pushed to the front of the room. Phineas was lighting the candles.

"SPEECH!" That same person screamed. Whoever that is, they're banned from my parties for life.

"All I want to say is that I'm very grateful for this party, and for such loving friends and family. This has indeed been a happy birthday."

People screamed and cheered. They're easily impressed. Phineas turned off the lights, and then everybody was singing to me. I bent down. What to wish for? I can't say I believe in this stuff, but at the same time, I can't say I don't. All I want is for everything to work out. For there to be a happy ending. I closed my eyes and blew out the candles.

"YAY!" Everybody cheered, and Phineas started cutting into the cake. And before I could say anything, he had shoved a piece in my mouth. Everybody laughed. Ha ha. I had to wipe cake off my face now.

I left the crowd of cake-buzzards, and went into my bedroom. I grabbed a napkin and wiped the cake from my face.

"Knock knock!" I turned to see Isabella standing there. She came in and shut the door. "Having a good time?" I shrugged. I noticed she had something in her hands. "I know Phineas said that there wasn't enough time to open presents at the actual party, but I had to give this to you."

I took it and slowly unwrapped it. It was a book. On string theory. I glanced up at her and smiled. She wasn't looking at me; she was talking.

"I know that a book might seem like the lamest thing ever, but I saw this and thought of you, and it's actually really good. I read it and it helped me understand what you said so much, and I thought maybe you would like it too, but if you think it's lame, I get it, and I can always-"

"Isabella," I cut her off. "Thank you."

Her mouth curled into a smile. "You're welcome." she said in a cute little voice.

I put it down on my desk.

"Ferb?" I turned towards her. "There is a part two, if you want."

"What's part two?" I asked. I watched her tiptoe to the door and lock it. "What are you doing? Isa-"

Isabella's lips crashed into mine. I didn't even register what was happening before I eagerly kissed back. Our tongues battled for a bit before I fell backwards on my bed, pulling her down on top of me. I suddenly felt painfully hot in my clothing.

I sat up with Isabella still on me. She started kissing my neck. I reached down for my shirt and she helped me pull it off. She got up and pulled off her dress, as I took off my pants. She jumped on me again.

"Am I drunk?" I mumbled.

"No." She panted.

"Are you?"

"No." She repeated.

"Then what's going on?" I asked.

"Part two. I'm yours tonight." She said. "You can do whatever you want with me tonight."

I flipped her onto her back and kissed her again. My hand was tracing her bra. "How much more can we do?" She sat up a little, and I unhooked it, and then tossed it off somewhere.

"I don't know." She grumbled. "I thought it sounded romantic."

"Romantic?" I questioned. I slid one hand down to remove her panties, and the other was playing with her hair.

"Ohhh…" She moaned. "That wasn't what I meant to say."

I got up and took off my boxers. "What did you mean to say?"

"How about we play Ferb talks and I shut up?" She said. I put both my hands on her inner thighs and pulled them apart. "Ferb!" She let out my name in a voice much higher than normal.

"Isabella, you do know that there's a party going on right outside this door, and literally every person we've ever known is out there, right?" I said.

"Ferb," She said cheekily. "If you cared about that, we wouldn't be in this position, now would we?"

Damn it, she was right. She grabbed my head and kissed me again. I moved inside of her. I gently sucked on her collarbone. She threw her legs around me, sinking me in deeper.

"Ferb… fuck… Ferb… holy… you're so… so… damn it… Ferb!"

Isabella was moaning, like she always does, and between everything, I realized something. She was getting louder. As in, everybody out there was going to hear Isabella Garcia-Shapiro screaming my name. And there was no way we could stop now. I quickly looked at her. She was going to scream. I could tell.

Before her mouth opened, I covered it with mine. And at about the same time I reached my peak and so did she. It felt like the whole bed was vibrating.

I pulled myself off her. We were panting desperately. "I… I…can't breathe." Isabella wheezed.

"Calm down." I said slowly. I stroked her hair, as we laid down on my pillows, facing each other.

"Happy… happy birthday." She panted. I wrapped my arm around her. "Man, this feels so cliché. Hooking up during a wild party."

"At least somebody else wasn't doing it." I remarked.

"How do you know Phineas' room isn't 'occupied'?" She asked, laughing.

"Isabella, that's disgusting." I said, laughing as well. I stared at her. "You are so beautiful."

"Why do you always say that like an observation?" She asked.

"Because it's a fact." I said.

"Doubtful." She said.

"Give yourself some credit." I said.

"No, you give yourself some credit!" She said, poking me in the chest. "You are the perfect guy! Every single girl out there was eyeing you when you were dancing. Plus, you're super smart, and super sweet, and I have to say, you are so fucking hot!"

"Do you believe what you're saying?" I asked. "After all, I'm no Phineas. Or Monty."

"Stop comparing yourself to them! And Vanessa needs to go to a clinic, because she is crazy for picking that guy over you!" Isabella said passionately. I stared at her. She yawned. "I am so tired."

"You can take a quick cat-nap." I said. "Judging from the music, the party isn't even close to being done."

"Okay." She jumped up, and re-dressed herself. I did too. Then she dropped back onto the bed and shut her eyes.

I watched her fall asleep almost instantly. I sighed and sat at the corner of the bed. "You really were tired. Huh, here I am, talking to you, the very thing you always want me to do, and you're sleeping through it." I said softly. "You are beautiful, Isabella. I'll always think that. Isabella… I think… I think I love you. Not in love! I'm not in love with you. I'm in love with Vanessa. But I love you. There's no other term for what I feel. I love you."