AN: It's me, hi, I'm the problem it's me. Not to do the cliche author this stuff happened in my life thing, life got crazy. But here we are now!

Hesitantly she starts, "okay I think I can do that. Like, I fix my clothes not because I'm bored but because I care about how I look." Confident now, "and I still lose my mind when I see him for the first time before our dates. You're right, Ferb. I can make this work on my end."

"People will say you're the lucky ones. I know I will."

And with that, we pick up our brushes and get back to painting my brother's wall blue.

Ferb—AGAIN? Yes, because I need to stir the pot while Isabella and Phineas go be happy.

Apparently, the worst part of your brother having a girlfriend, who is your best friend, is infinite alone time. I guess it's better than being a third wheel to the two of them. It does mean that now I sit, alone, under our tree.

My quiet is broken by someone opening the back gate, "Hi, Ferb!"

The voice is familiar and feminine, but not the one I want to hear. I wave to Jazmin politely.

"Always so chatty. I came over to see if you guys wanted to hang out."

I gesture to the empty backyard.

"Yeah, it's just us, but is Phineas inside or something?"

I fight the urge to roll my eyes and shake my head.

"Oh, so it's just us?" She adds a lilt of flirtation to her sentence.

I shrug. Not pleased with her constant flirting attempts.

"Well, we should do something, no need to be sitting around doing nothing while they're off having fun."

I raise an eyebrow at her. "They?"

"So now you speak?" I can't help the eye roll, "Yeah, them, Phineas and Isabella. I assume they're on a date and that's why you're sitting out here alone."

I blink at her, shocked by her candidness.

"So anyway, back to my question, we should do something."

Not a question, but not a bad idea. So I nod.

"Great!"

Jazmin drags me to a roller rink. Insisting I hadn't lived until I experienced roller skating. She won't let me get a word in about how I am very experienced with roller skating, and roller derby. So here I am sitting on a bench listening to her tell me the importance of lacing my shoes really tight to protect my ankles, while I lace my right shoe up. I tune her rambling out to put on my left one.

She snaps in front of my eyes. "I can tell you aren't listening to me, this is serious Ferb."

I squint at her for a moment before nodding, I know it's important. Safety is Phineas and I's top priority, even when lacing up our shoes.

"Are you done, I wanna show you my moves." She stands and goes to put her shoes away.

I nod and follow, putting my shoes away as well.

"Great, let's go." She moves quickly toward the rink.

It makes sense that since she was skilled at dancing she would be steady on wheels. And she wasn't lying, she did have some moves. I stay near the wall, simply rolling along, not drawing attention to myself. Not wanting to steal the spotlight from Jazmin.

"Ferb, isn't this cool?"

I nod to her when she faces me.

"Soooo," she draws out the 'o' in a flirty way, "this is a date right?"

I whip my head toward her, shocked.

"Well, isn't it."

I shrug, not sure why this would be a date.

"Ugh, come on." She grabs my arm and drags me off the rink to a table.

"Is this a date or is it not?"

I shrug again.

"Use your words, Ferb." She narrows her eyes.

"Did you want it to be?"

"Oh good! And duh I wanted it to be." She rolls her eyes playfully.

"Why?"

She stares at me a moment, "seriously, you don't know?"

I furrow my brows.

She sighs dramatically, "you are a stud. I think you're hot. We had great chemistry at the dance. We should date."

I can feel the beginning of a blush creeping up my neck, I cough, "thank you?"

"Do you agree? That we should date."

I think for a moment, I've never thought about dating anyone really, always being with Phineas and my work. "I don't know Jazmin."

"Puh-lease Ferb. If you're holding back because of your brother, that's dumb."

I reel back, "what do you mean?"

"He has a girlfriend, why hold yourself back? Live a little outside of the famous duo."

I stare at her, realization dawning, she's right. He's busier now with Isabella, I could do this.

I nod.

She sighs dramatically, "I don't know what that is supposed to mean, Ferb."

"Yes, this is a date."

"Wonderful. I fully intend to be your girlfriend with enough time for you to ask me to the prom and then we kill it out on the dance floor."

All I can do is blink at her as she lunges for my hand and drags me back to the rink.