Urgh, I'm keeping weird hours right now, updating after midnight (Eastern Standard Time, of course). So, what I got from your reviews on the last chapter: you are all about to explode. Go back and read Chapter 29 reviews and you'll notice it. I pinky-promise I haven't suddenly turned Phinabella on you. Just keep reading.

Okay, and sidenote... I just spent way too much time laughing at Monogram's puppet show from "Sci-Fi Pie Fly". And I've seen it more than once before!

Nothing has ever hurt like this. Nothing. If I lose a competition, get injured, get in an argument, it doesn't do much. I'm a man of stone when it comes to that kind of stuff. I know I feel heartbroken when Vanessa ignores me or turns me down. But this… I felt shattered. And for the first time in my life, I felt like curling up in a ball and crying.

There was a part of me, a big part, which knew this was going to happen. It was obvious that this was going to happen. Phineas had only genuinely cared about one female outside of our family his entire life, and she was Isabella. Those feelings that I had so long suspected, and often encouraged, had decided to show up. I should have never listened to her proposal. I should have been a real man, and thrown the idea of "friends-with-benefits" out the window.

I loved her so much. I could never explain it to anyone. I look at Isabella and I see a sweet little girl, a bubbly teenager, a strong young woman, a vivacious leader, a supermodel, a princess, a bossy psycho, a seductress, my best friend, and the love of my life, all in one. And it's not a sudden romance; it's a sudden realization. If only I realized it earlier. But what good would that do? Her heart would always belong to Phineas.

"Ferb? Ferb?" I heard soft knocking on the front door.

I got out of bed and opened it. Isabella was standing there, in her robe and slippers. "What… what are you doing?" I asked tiredly.

"You were supposed to come over." She said timidly.

"It's practically midnight, Bella." I whispered. "Phineas is already asleep."

"Okay." She said quietly, and she turned to leave.

"Wait," I grabbed her wrist. "Wait, I'll, I'll come with you."

"Really?" She smiled at me with her big blue eyes. I nodded wearily.

We went into her apartment. My sweet Isabella, Phineas likes you now. Why are you still risking everything like this?

She took off her robe, revealing this silky little nightgown underneath, and she sat down on the bed. I sat down next to her and stretched out my legs. She rested her head on my shoulder, and draped her legs over mine.

"So, I'm guessing Phineas told you about tomorrow, huh?" She asked softly. I didn't say anything. "Why aren't you going?"

"I couldn't." I said.

"What does that mean?" She asked.

"Nothing."

She was peeking up at me. I cupped her face in my hands. Surprisingly, she was very cold. My lips gently brushed against her. We were kissing very slowly, cautiously.

"I wanted you, Ferb." She said. "I want you."

It didn't sound sexually driven at all. It sounded like pleading.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked her.

"Nothing."

"Isabella, honestly, if something is wrong-" She quickly cut me off with a kiss. A full, passionate kiss.

She still looked as though she was about burst into tears as we undressed. I can't understand why. She has her Phineas; I'm the one who should be crying. I went in to kiss her again when suddenly, a loud ring broke our silence.

"That's your phone." Isabella said.

"Ignore it." I said lightly.

But the ringing kept going. "Just answer it." She said.

"Alright. I'll just tell them I'm busy." I got up and stepped out of the room. "Hello?" I said, a little rudely. I didn't want to be talking to this person; I wanted to be with my Isabella.

Suddenly, I heard crying on the other end. A girl crying. I almost would've thought it was Isabella, if I didn't see her sitting on her bed, patiently waiting for me. "Ferb?" She said shakily.

I instantly recognized the voice. "Vanessa? What's wrong?"

"I just… my boyfriend and I got in this huge fight. And we started bringing up all sorts of things; his job, how we treat each other, our families… and I said some things I know I can't take back." She sobbed. "He left… I don't even know if he's coming back. I… I really need a friend right now."

I didn't even know what to think. Vanessa needed me. If God was ever giving me a chance to be with Vanessa, it was right now. I could finally get the girl of my dreams. But… I stared back into the bedroom. Isabella, sweetly sitting there, still seeming a little bit shaken. I love Isabella. I'm helplessly in love with Isabella. And nothing, no amount of chances from the sky or sobbing beauties, would ever erase that.

"Vanessa, I'm with somebody really important right now. But, please, stop by my place tomorrow or this week. I promise I'll be there for you." I said.

"Okay." She whimpered, and hung up.

"Who was that?" Isabella asked, as I walked back into her room.

"Nobody." I sighed. I had made a decision, here and now. I picked Isabella. Instead of going to comfort the stunning Vanessa, I chose to continue lusting after my brother's soon-to-be girlfriend.

I kissed Isabella. She tasted slightly salty. "Were you crying?" I exclaimed. "Please, tell me what's wrong!"

"I'm scared." She said.

"Of what?" I asked.

"Of change. Of… of being loved." Isabella said. "I don't think I'm ready for things to change between me and… and…" She stammered, not knowing what to say.

"Phineas." I finished for her.

"Or you." She said, staring me straight in the face.

I wasn't quite sure how to react to that. I pulled her into my lap. "Don't cry, darling." I kissed her neck, and undid her bra. "Let me make you feel good."

I ran my fingers down Isabella's bare skin. She let out a breathy moan, and her toes seemed to curl. Her body molded to mine. I laid her down on the bed, and kissed her again. "You're… too good at this, Ferb."

I brought my face to her neck, gently peppering it with kisses. "Je te désire. Tu es l'amour de ma vie." I whispered.

"Ferb?" She asked breathlessly. I'm fluent in many languages; she decided to go with her own background and take Spanish… she wouldn't know.

I gently kissed under her ear, ignoring her questioning tone, and then her quiet mewls as I started kissing her breasts. I was hungry for her. I entered her, and kept going deeper. I buried my face in her perfumed cloud of hair. Isabella arched her back and ground against me.

"Ferb… oh Ferb…" Instead of running her nails down my back, she wrapped her arms and legs around me, and we rode till our peak.

My sweet angel. I brushed the hair out of her face as we untangled ourselves. I got off her and laid down on her other side. I turned her to face me. "You're so beautiful." I whispered. Suddenly, Isabella started crying again. "What's wrong?"

"You make it so much harder." She cried.

"Make what harder?" I asked.

"Trying to be in love with somebody else."