God, I hadn't realized how long ago the last update was. And I swear I started writing as the other was posted. Weird. Well, I'm hoping to do a little princess over this next week, but I'll probably just do this story, so don't worry.

I thought it had been in my head. There was no possible way that Vanessa, who was nothing short of royalty when it came to both appearance and confidence, could be jealous of Isabella. She knew Isabella was just my neighbor, a friend who we had all grown up with. At first, there was relatively nothing. I did notice Vanessa would try to avoid talking about her, or change the conversation if she ever came up. Then… I think she found out what happened at the fireworks show. And then the signs started showing up. She started mentioning Isabella all the time, I guess to see how I reacted. And, she became… over analytical, for lack of a nicer term. Constantly saying things like "She has a pretty big head" or "That girl needs a tan". Which frankly just irked me. That was one thing that girls did that was very irritating; they loved to talk about each other behind their backs.

And so, I was fighting with my girlfriend. They were never screaming matches, but Vanessa and I were fighting, which was not a good sign. And neither of us would back down. I knew that truthfully, yes, there was something between Isabella and I. But, if Vanessa thought I would end one of my longest friendships just because she thought I didn't have any self-control or morals, then she's crazy. Anyway, it wasn't like we were at each other's throats. We fought occasionally. This most recent one happened to be over the phone.

"She's just a friend."

"I'm tired of talking about this." Vanessa shrilled.

"Fine."

"It sounds like you're pissed off." She said softer.

"No."

"Why? Am I digging too deep?" She asked.

"It isn't that…" I didn't know what to say.

"Listen, I am so tired of this conversation. I'm not jealous. Why would I be jealous of that little shrimp?"

"Hey!" I reprimanded.

"Goodbye!" And she hung up the phone.

Great. First of all, I hate talking on the phone. Second, I hate fighting in general. I desperately needed to get out of here. I opened the door, only to find Isabella, frozen like she had stage fright.

"Hey." She looked embarrassed.

I can't get over how odd she is. It's very endearing. "Do you want to come in?"

As she walked in, I caught her perfect Isabella scent. This "getting over her" thing is a real challenge. I dropped onto the couch after her.

"Who were you arguing on the phone with?" She asked curiously.

I paused. What was I to say? I had literally just been fighting with my girlfriend over you? That was definitely a wrong answer. I couldn't think of anybody.

"My father." I said awkwardly.

She gave me an expressionless look. "You're lying to me." Isabella knew just about everything when it came to me. I must have a tell. "Don't worry, I'll drop it. But, you're alright, right?"

I rolled my eyes. I wasn't even sure what she sounded like. My babysitter? My sister? My mom? My girlfriend? My wife?

"Yes, dear." I said, rolling my eyes. The ends of her mouth started to curl up. She looks so pretty when she smiles. I absent-mindedly started brushing her hair out of her face.

"I have to go." She cried after a couple of minutes, and she got up and fled.

I stared after her in dismay. Damn it! It must have been too intimate; I must have made her feel awkward. What was I thinking? She has a boyfriend, and I happen to be his brother. I happen to be in a relationship as well. When did everything get so complicated? As I got up, my immense frustration got the better of me, and I punched my wall, but all that ended up doing was hurting my spindly little arms.

Fast-forward and I'm walking up to my apartment as usual. I'm not totally sure what I'm going to do tonight. I'm not even sure if Phineas will be there. I don't know, maybe some planning, making dinner, watching TV; I'm not sure. It's horrifically true that life is a lot more fun when you are a kid. As an adult you can literally do anything you want, but there's less curiosity… less innocence.

As I was rounding the corner, I saw a group of girls huddled in the hallway, murmuring something. As I walked closer, I saw it was the Fireside girls. They were all dressed in frumpy clothes, sweatpants or baggy shirts, I suppose to relax in. Suddenly, they hear my footsteps, and turned around frantically. I gently waved. They were staring at me wide-eyed; a whole flock of deer in headlights.

"It's him."

I found this very weird. Gretchen and Holly were blushing and hiding their faces as if this was the last place they wanted to be, Katie and Milly were choking on giggles, and Adyson was staring at me in such a way that I think she was trying to see through my clothes, which was all the more uncomfortable. And Ginger, she was leaning against the wall, her catlike eyes staring at me cunningly, as if she knew something amazing and wouldn't tell me.

I arched one eyebrow up at Ginger, asking her about what exactly was going on. She smiled. "Come with me." She said, grabbing my hand. Ginger pulled me down the hall, opened a door, and before I knew it, she had thrown me into an apartment.

She pulled the door shut loudly. I still barely knew what was going on with these girls. I looked around. I was in Isabella's. Okay?

"Hiiiiii." I heard, slurred from the couch.

"Isabella?" She was sitting there, a looking a little ruffled with very glazed over eyes. I sat down next to her. She didn't smell at all like her normal light perfumed flowery scent; she smelt like artificially flavored candy and booze. "Are you drunk?"

She struggled to sit herself up. "I… think so. I dunno." She shook her head. "Nah." Then, she stood up… and promptly fell over her own feet back on to the couch.

"I'll take that as my yes." I said, putting my hands on her shoulders.

"You want a drink?" She offered me a cheap beer. I shook my head. She shrugged, and took a sip. She attempted to put it down on the table, but almost missed.

"Are you alright, love?" I asked, as I caught the bottle.

"Yeah, I… I…" Suddenly, she broke out into enormous tears. "Phineas broke up with me."

My mouth dropped open. What the hell? How could this have happened? I tried so hard to just get them together, and it didn't last at all. It's Phineas and Isabella, for Christ's sake! A match made in heaven. I looked at Isabella. She wasn't crying loudly, like an attention seeker. In fact, she was trying her best to stop, but she couldn't. I felt angry. How could Phineas let this beautiful girl go? Then, it finally hit me. Phineas and Isabella had broken up. She was single.

"Ferb?"

"It's okay, Bella." I said, coming to my senses. "He doesn't deserve you."

"And… I… I…" She couldn't speak too well. "I wanted to dump HIM! Life must hate me."

I chuckled. "Karma."

"Who's Karma?" She asked angrily, before hiccupping. "Hoebag."

She was certainly out of it. She wasn't at a stage where she didn't know what was going on, she was just very dizzy and ditzy.

"I mean, it makes sense! Why would anybody want to go out with me? My heads too flat, and I'm too skinny. And pale. And my voice is too high! And I'm bossy and bitchy and needy…"

"Stop!" I said. "I'm not going to listen to you put yourself down."

"But it's true!" She wept.

"It isn't true, Isabella." I sighed. "I think you're forgetting the overabundance of men who love you."

"But why don't you!?" She screamed. I stopped and stared wide-eyed at her. "All of them; Buford… Baljeet…." She drunkenly murmured each name. "Irving… Phineas… they all did. Why don't you? What is it about me that is such a turnoff that you never ever wondered if I could be the one? What is it that kept you from ever wondering? Huh?" She said the last word quietly, and drank from her bottle afterwards.

"You," I bit my lip. "You're Phineas' girl."

"You never even tried." She said sadly. "For all you know, right now, I could be going on those fluffy-puffy-lovey-dovey-ooey-gooey… those dates with you. Instead of that slut Vanessa!" She said bitterly.

Vanessa. Even if Isabella was single, I sure wasn't. I shouldn't have been thinking any of those thoughts earlier. Not to mention my best friend was bashing her right now. Somehow, the two girls had created a hatred for each other.

"What do you even see in her?" She fumed. "She's not a nice person, Ferb. She's surly and rude. I heard she steals dolls from little girls! And she's like… old."

"What do you have against Vanessa?" I asked.

"She… had… her… chance… a long time ago!" Isabella slurred loudly.

I couldn't even believe what I was hearing. Unless Isabella and Vanessa had another sort of hidden feud between them, Isabella was also secretly jealous, and it was coming out through her drunken side. I glanced at her. She was gently rocking side to side.

"I'm… sleepy." She was probably about to conk out. I gently took her beer away and put it on the table. "Ferb?"

"Yes?" I said quickly.

"Do you…" Hiccup. "Want to know a secret?" I nodded. "Do you remember when we were all stranded on that little desert island before we got back to Danville?" I nodded again. That was one of the toughest moments in both of our love lives. "You could've… you should've… I would've let you kiss me. I think I wanted you to kiss me." She started crying softly.

"Oh Bella." I put my arm around her, and her head fell onto my shoulder. She falls too hard and loves too much. And I'm the same way.

She stared up at me. I'm sure my heart was thumping too loud and we could both hear it. I can't...

Isabella gently pressed her lips to mine. We both stayed completely still, as if we could keep this kiss, this moment, as innocent as possible. We couldn't keep it completely chaste, as Isabella caught my lip in her mouth, but we didn't let it go any farther. No touching of any parts besides our lips. All I could think was how much I missed this.

Then, she broke the kiss. The look on her face told me she wanted more. "Please, Isabella, I have to go." I stood up quickly. "Get some sleep." And I rushed out. I have a girlfriend. I can't kiss Isabella. And I swear she said something as I closed the door.

"You're going to be mine, Fletcher."

Sorry it wasn't the fun/crazy drunk Iz; as I was writing, I felt her troubles were more likely to come out than her goofy side. Now, instead of the typical Phineas vs. Ferb for Isabella, I think this is turning into Vanessa vs. Isabella for Ferb. Who knows, I totally started this story without an idea where it was going, and look at it now! I mean, this is my first story to really even include Ferbnessa. Anywho, please review!