Here we go! So excited for Christmas break; it might be the longest I've had in a long time! And so I'm definitely going writing during it. Not sure about how much posting I'll get to do, but trust that not only am I going to be working on more chapters for both The Twelve Dancing Princesses and String Theory, I'm also coming up with a lot of ideas for more stories. I have a weird poll up related to the grab bag that is my mind.

I sighed. I had been staring at Ferb's rose, sitting in the little glass vase that I had put it in, for almost an hour. I refused to let it wilt even a little bit. It was still beautiful. No boy has ever done something like this for me. Well, of course Ferb has. He's done so many things for me. Phineas has done things too, a billion big projects, but sometimes the little things matter more.

Of course, I did have real things to be doing. Kyle and I were in a scramble, because it looked like at this point, Mr. Chandler WAS looking to promote one of us "little" workers to his new executive assistant. Now, we weren't sure what that entailed, but I knew I wanted the job. I like success. Now, I was supposed to be taking notes on ways to get it. I glanced down at the paper.

All I had written was Ferb's name all over the page.

That wasn't good. What's the matter with me? Even with Phineas, I'm not quite so love drunk. I'm fighting myself over Ferb. I want to confess my feelings to him, I really do. I'm so in love with him. He's everything to me. But no amount of love is ever going to give me guts. You might assume that I thought Phineas knew I liked him. That's not true; I know he's oblivious. I just never had the guts to tell him the truth. Isabella the coward.

Anyway, Ferb might be Prince Charming, but he's not my Prince Charming. If not Vanessa's, then some other princess'. To him, I'm just a buddy, a pal, one of the guys, and though I know he'd never think of me as this, a piece of ass.

My phone buzzed. I glanced at it. A text from Ferb. Asking me to come over for dinner. YES!

I got off my chair and almost fell over. Yes! Yes yes yes! It might seem like a pathetic victory, but it was a victory all the same! He still wants me! What should I wear?

I rushed to my closet and threw it open. I was basically acting like a crazy person, but who cares? I grabbed a shirt from the closet. I really want to knock him off his feet. Hmm… Ferb does get turned on when I dress slutty, but I know he kind of disapproves of it too. I kept digging until I found the perfect dress. It was a little black dress, but sweater-knit and long-sleeved, with a floaty skirt. Perfect. And I knew exactly what else to add.

I dug around until I found what I was looking for. It was another perfect little lingerie set I got just for Ferb; emerald-green, and more tasteful than my other one, while, erm, being just as… revealing. He'd go nuts for me tonight.

I changed as fast as I could. Perfume, make-up, oh, I wonder if I could curl… my phone was buzzing again. Ferb was probably wondering where the heck I am and why I'm taking so long. I quickly twirled the ends of my hair around my fingers and fluffed it. It looked ok. Then, I scrambled out the door.

Wow, I'm getting all primped because of a text. Even when I used to go check on Phineas, I never did this much. I sighed again, and cautiously knocked on the door.

Suddenly it was open, and I was gazing right at his face. He smiled. "Hey." I said awkwardly.

"You look really beautiful."

I blushed very red and scampered inside, avoiding direct eye contact. "So, what are we… are we going to… get right to it or what?" I stammered.

"I was hoping I could make you dinner first." He said.

"But, um, uh…" I wasn't sure what to say. "We kind of… destroyed Rule 2, at this point."

"And Rule 1." He stated simply. He turned and started walking away.

"Uh… wait for me!" I called after him, like a little girl. I sound pathetic.

I walked into the kitchen and sat on a bar stool. Ferb had put on an apron and was working like a master chef. I was watching him, and I'm almost positive that I was drooling over him. God, he's so gorgeous. And who doesn't love a man who can cook?

"Try this." He gently stuck a spoon into my mouth.

Yum, it was some kind of delicious broth that warmed you from the inside out. "It's delicious." I said. "What's in it?"

"That's secret." He said.

I smiled. "This reminds me a little of when I had spaghetti here with Phineas."

Ferb suddenly seemed to tense up a lot, like he was in pain. He finished whatever he was doing in silence. I continued to watch him, wondering what exactly I did wrong.

"Here." He gave me a bowl of whatever he was making, took one himself, and sat down next to me. We started eating, but in silence.

"This is really good." I said, but I got no response. By the time we finished, I just didn't feel as happy as I had been when I got here. "Hey, you need to play music or something if you're not going to talk to me." I said, irritated.

"Like you and your cookies?" He said. "And your dancing needs work."

"Hey!" I said indignantly. "Mr. Hotshot, you never dissed my dancing before. Why don't you give me some pointers?"

"Ok." He stood up and offered me his hand. I gently took it. "Put one hand on my shoulder, and hold this one, and here we go."

Suddenly, we were cha-cha-ing across the room. I started giggling. "I don't know what I'm doing!"

"That's okay. I barely know either." He joked.

I couldn't stop giggling and suddenly he dipped me down. Doing it all of a sudden took my breath away, and I was breathing a little heavily. Then I met Ferb's eyes. And I kind of lost it.

I grabbed him and forcefully kissed him. His mouth was like familiar territory to me at this point. I moaned. "Ferb, take me to your bedroom right now."

His eye flashed that mischievous glint. "As you wish."

I jumped into his arms bridal style, and he carried me to the bed and dropped me gently down. Ferb started pulling off his shirt. "I have a surprise for you." I squealed. I pulled off my dress as fast as I could. I could practically see his eyes pop.

"Where do girls even get this kind of stuff anyway?" He mumbled.

I giggled. "Pants off." I commanded and he obeyed.

We started kissing again. He unhooked my bra and then his fingers traced down my chest.

"Ferb…" I moaned. Oh, I wanted to say I love you. So much. But I couldn't. "I… I…"

"Me too." He whispered.

I found myself pushing his boxers down as he did the same with my panties. He laid me down on my back and started thrusting into me. As this point, even our hips just move perfectly together. We kept going faster, his fingers were tangled in my hair, I was kissing his face, and then, bliss.

Our adrenaline and heart rates gradually went back to normal, but he kept himself around me, almost protectively. I didn't want this moment to end. I loved it, just cuddling him. "I don't wanna go home." I said softly.

Ferb kissed my forehead. "Don't."

"Okay. Can I shower?" He instantly gave me a towel and another one of his shirts. I can't believe he was complaining about this same situation not so long ago. "Um, where's Phineas?" I suddenly asked. The thought of Phineas showing up tonight was nothing less than a nightmare.

Ferb stiffened up again. "Candace's. Go shower." He said, shooing me out.

Oh Ferb, what's wrong? He would probably never tell me. After I showered, I slid Ferb's shirt on. All I was wearing was my skimpy underwear underneath, but I loved being in his clothes. It was like he was still cuddling me. I went back into Ferb's room. He had the TV on, but the volume was really low. He seemed distracted.

I hopped onto the bed and snuggled next to him, under the blanket. "Hey." I said, nuzzling against him. He didn't say anything. Actually, he looked really sad. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"Can I ask you a question, Isabella?" He asked.

"Of course." I said.

"And you won't take it the wrong way?"

"Ask me." I said. What's he talking about?

"Why are you in love with Phineas?"

I was taken aback. "What?"

He was staring at me in such a desperate way. "I'm not asking what you love about him. I want to know why you fell in love with him."

"I… well, I…" I searched for the words to say. "Phineas was my very first friend. You know how little girls are; they want to marry the first boy who isn't 'icky'." I said very simply. "Remember that I wasn't always a Fireside girl. Buford used to be a bully. Baljeet lived in India, and… you were in England."

Now that I had said it aloud, it couldn't sound more juvenile. I fell in love with Phineas because he was there? Out of convenience? I didn't even wait for someone to sweep me off my feet.

"What would it take for you to fall for someone else?" Ferb asked very quietly.

My heart was in my throat and I felt like I was about to start crying. "I guess," I stuttered. "He would have to show me he loves me more than Phineas." Which Ferb has already done. "And tell me, in person, as a statement, that he loves me." I said definitively. I know Phineas will probably never do this. Ferb's just as unlikely to do it. But all I want is for the love of my life to confirm that I'm the love of his. "Tell me that he really loves me." I repeated. Take the hint, Ferb. The only problem is that he's much brighter than Phineas when it comes to these things, and he's probably purposely going to ignore anything I do, since he's in love with another girl.

"I see." He said slowly.

"Now, can I ask you a question?" I suddenly said, boldly. Oh man, what was I doing? "Do you think, if things were different… would you want more than just sex… would you ever want to be more than friends?"

"Yes." He said, quicker than I could process it.

"What?" I asked. "Does that mean that it's not just physical attraction? Do you have feelings for me, Fer-?"

"Isabella," He said, cutting me off. "Let's go to sleep."

I knew that meant that he wasn't going to say anything more on the subject. But he couldn't erase what's already been said. Could Ferb have feelings for me? Could he love me?

I kissed his cheek. "Goodnight!"

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him. We were so close, we'd probably be just as comfortable on a twin bed. "Goodnight, Isabella." He whispered in my ear.

I'm telling him. That's it, I'm telling him. I'm telling Ferb I'm in love with him. This week.

Gosh, I can be a real troll, can't I? I've made both of them so afraid of rejection that they won't confess. Muwhahaha! Of course, now Izzy says she is going to...

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