Ok, monkeys, here it is. Full of metaphors and clichés and blaak! Not my favorite chapter so far. Tell me what you think. And now there's over 80 people following! So now I want my 80 reviews :P

I have a pressing question in my head. Shouldn't something feel a little weird about my situation? I mean, I've been friends with this boy practically my entire life, and we've kept it pretty nonsexual. Then, on some wild whim, we decide we should start sleeping together. And somehow this makes me fall for him? That sounds stupid, no matter how good he is in bed. No, I'm thinking maybe, somewhere along the lines of this crazy train, I didn't fall in love with Ferb; I realized I was in love with Ferb. It was there all along. Why am I so stupid? I never noticed. But that's because of Phineas.

I can't lie. I'm still holding a candle for Phineas. I can't help it! Until I know if he likes me back, I'll never get over him. I need to know that it's truly a lost cause, before I go chasing after someone else. And, and, it's that familiarity, you know? I've always been in love with Phineas. It's half of my life. If I'm not in love with him anymore, then what? Who is Isabella? I'm no longer the curious girl across the way. I'm no longer the cute, sweet little child or the popular teenager. I'm not a Fireside girl. If I'm not in love with Phineas, then… well, I'm not ready to let that part go.

I'm afraid to move forward with my life. I thought I had it all planned out, but that was never even a plan. Get Phineas… and then what? I've always been so sure about it working out. And now, what the hell? Cupid decides to slap me in the face and say, "Sorry, but I think you're really in love with the OTHER Flynn-Fletcher boy"?

When did he crawl into my head? Now that he's in here, I can't get him out. Because I'm in love. I'm in love with Ferb Fletcher, and now I don't know what to do. I'm getting goose bumps just thinking about it. And that toe-curling, heart-racing, bubbly feeling… oh god. I'm too far-gone. I didn't fall; I dove.

I had absolutely no idea what to do now. I've fallen in love with Ferb. I've always been in love with Phineas. Now, I'm in love with both of them. This might be the absolute stickiest situation I had ever gotten myself into, and I needed some sort of advice. I had to find somebody who just might be in the perfect relationship, but who definitely faced a similar struggle to get there. So… I went to see Ginger.

If anybody knows what the heck she's doing, it's Ginger. She's been in love with Baljeet forever, and even though she's shyer, weirder, and less devoted, she ended up with her freakin' fairytale ending before me!

"Hi, Isabella!" Ginger said, as she let me in.

I love Ginger's place. Everybody loves Ginger's place. It's a lot farther from the center of town than my building, but it's so nice. It's this real artistic loft, perfect for a quirky brain like Ginger. And she's decorated it beyond compare. It's all dark bold colors with a very contemporary style. And she has all sorts of cool things; everything from African style masks to fancy potted plants, and of course, ridiculously awesome things like real Japanese samurai swords. I sure wish my family and I were as classy as the Hiranos.

"Hiya." I said.

"Ok, what's wrong?" She asked.

"Why do you think something's wrong?" I asked.

She squinted at me. "If you wanted to hang out, we would be going somewhere or doing something, or we'd be at your place, or the rest of the girls would be here." She rambled. "Why else would you come to me out of the blue?"

"I dunno." I said nonchalantly.

"Okay, I know I may LOOK stupid, Izzy, but I've probably won more academic awards than anyone else in my family, so tell me what you need my expertise for." Ginger said critically.

"Umm…" I searched my brain for what to say. "…Physics?"

I sat down on her couch, and she stared at me like a freak. "Physics? All of a sudden?" She sat down next to me.

"Yeah, let's say there's these two… objects… one's pink and one's red. Now the pink one feels a strong attraction to the red one, but he… I mean, IT, won't react." I stuttered.

"Isabella-"

I refused to let myself be interrupted. "Now, there's also a third object, let's say it's green. The pink one also has a strong attraction to it. And when you put the two together, there's an amazing explosion. But I have no proof that the green object has any attraction towards the pink one. So, my problem is, should I put the pink with the red or the green?"

Ginger had been staring at me this whole time. She suddenly burst out laughing. "Izzy, you're crazy!"

I groaned and covered myself with a pillow. "I know!"

Ginger was still giggling. "So, let's see if I can decode this word problem. You love Phineas, but he's completely oblivious to your feelings." I nodded sadly. "And you also like another boy, who I'm guessing is this new mystery friend you aren't telling us about, right?" I nodded again. "And now you can't decide?"

"You got it." I said. "I came to you for relationship advice."

"Wow, I'm flattered. But why the crazy physics metaphor?" She said.

I blushed and pulled my knees up to my chest. "I don't know. It's kind of become a little thing between us. He likes physics. Everything from mechanical stuff like roller coasters to breaking their laws."

"Yeah, well, Phineas does do a lot of that sort of stuff." Ginger said.

"Right." I said slowly. "Phineas does."

"You weren't talking about Phineas?" Ginger said incredulously. "Well, then, darling, I think you already know which boy you want to be with."

"I do?" I said.

"Yup. And when you realize it, dummy, I think you should tell him." Ginger concluded.

"Tell him I'm in love with him? What if he says no? What if-"

Ginger stopped me. "Isabella, you wanted relationship advice from me. Well, let me tell you about my relationship. I was TERRIFIED when I first asked Baljeet out!"

"Wait, you asked him out? He told me it was the other way around." I said.

She laughed. "He would say that. I'll punish him later. Anyway, I was scared, because, I had loved this boy my whole life, and if he rejected me, it would ruin everything." I nodded. This was exactly how I felt. If I lost Ferb… If I lost Phineas and Ferb… I'd be crushed. "But, I had to tell myself, he's the total package."

"Eh." I responded.

She glared at me. "Anyway, he's the total package. And I didn't want anyone else taking him. So, I just took a chance. I closed my eyes and leapt, and Baljeet was there to catch me. You have twice the chance of being caught."

"What if I leap, and I fall, and I get hurt?" I asked timidly.

"It's easier to get off the ground than to get out of the wrong relationship." Ginger said definitively.

"Ginger," I said, standing up. "You made a lot of sense, but I still don't know what to do."

"Well, you could always flip a coin." She said.

"For something this important?" I said, shocked.

"Haven't you heard this said before, Isabella? It doesn't matter whether it's heads or tails. You flip it, because during that quick turn in the air, you suddenly know which answer you're hoping for."

I thought about what she said. Long and hard. When I got home, I didn't know what to do. I was pacing and shaking. But I did it. Heads for Phineas, tails for Ferb. A fifty-fifty chance. I flipped it, covered it with my hand and prayed and prayed for this to be the answer. I uncovered the coin. Heads.

I threw it down in frustration. Was I just supposed to ignore my feelings for Ferb? Stupid coin. I should just flip it anoth- wait. She was right. I knew what answer I wanted.

But what if he says no? The little nagging voice was still in my head. What if I lose everything? I couldn't do it. I could never confess. I don't care what the heck my brain, heart, whatever, is telling me! Honestly, no matter what, Ferb and I aren't destined to be together. It would send us backwards, and ruin our friendship.

I slumped down into a chair and grabbed a book off the table. It was the same book I had given Ferb for his birthday. I couldn't help getting one myself. I opened up to my bookmark and read the first words on the page.

Many scientists disregard string theory simply because they don't see it aligning with modern-day science. But that is not necessarily the case. String theory may very well be the way forward instead of the way back.

Fuck. I think the universe is trying to tell me something.