A/N: Hello, fellow fanficcers. So, I've been retired from fanfic for some time, because I was working (not very well, lol) on an original story. It's still in the work, but I got hit with some inspiration earlier, and here we go. This is my first time playing in the PnF sandbox, although I've read everything I can get my greedy little hands on. Personally, I'm a Ferbella shipper. I know that's not the commonly accepted ship, but don't flame me, please! Anywho, enjoy my story. I'm uploading what I have done, but it's not completed yet. Fair warning, I write adult stories, rated M, and all of my characters are over the age of consent (I don't do kids very well, I've tried.) There will probably be lemons.

I also don't currently have a beta. One is in India, busy, and the other is in Israel, scared to death. Please keep them in your thoughts/prayers. If you find any mistakes, feel free to PM me and I will fix them as soon as possible. There are currently four completed chapters. I hope to not go over ten for this story, but I have a tendency to get wordy :)

Please leave me reviews! (but I'm happy with favorites, too!)

"How long do you expect me to do this, Isa?" Ferb Fletcher asked, finally exasperated to the point of interrupting yet another rant about my brother's obliviousness.

"Wait, what?" His question had brought her up short. "What do you mean, do this? Do what?"

Ferb groaned internally as he threw his head back and stared at the ceiling. They were sitting on the edge of his bed, their usual place for her to either rant incessantly about Phineas or cry over him on Ferb's shoulder. He thought it was getting tiresome waiting for Phineas to clue in, and furthermore getting tired of pretending to be the supportive older brother. Instead of explaining his feelings, and putting them both in a highly awkward position, he evaded answering her by responding with a question of his own.

"How long is it going to take for you to just tell him, Isa? You should know by now that he doesn't get hints, even broad ones". Ferb responded softly as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. She just shook her head despondently as she looked down at the floor, not wanting to look at her best friend, the boy who had helped her through numerous heartbreaks already.

Isabella's legendary crush on Phineas Flynn was old news to most of Danville, but it had somehow slipped under Phineas' radar throughout most of his 18 years. Most just chalked it up to plain obliviousness, or possibly hitting puberty extremely late. Some of their friends were confident he knew about her crush and was trying to let her off easily by ignoring the topic, hoping it would go away. Ferb hated to admit it, even to himself, but some days he found myself in the third camp, even though he knew that would break Isabella's heart, especially after so many years of pining after him.

"I've tried, Ferb, I really have," She replied, still looking down at the beige carpet. She started drawing random patterns with the toe of her shoe. "But, every time I try, the words get stuck in my throat and I can't just spit them out. It's like having a mouth full of sand, or a thirst I can't quite drink enough water to quench. I don't know what else to do. I know you're probably tired of listening to my bitching."

Ferb shrugged in reply. A small plan was starting to form in the far reaches of his brain, but he didn't want to mention it to her. He knew she would never go along with it. He sat with her while she spent the next half hour gathering her wits and drying her eyes, then walked her to the front door and sent her home with a hug. Ferb then pulled out his cell phone and dialed Phineas' number by heart. What Isabella needed was a wing man, and he was just the friend to help.


The good thing about being the quiet half of a duo is that you're not required to keep up your end of a conversation. Phineas and Ferb were working on the plans for the opening of a new amusement park Mayor Doofenshmirtz had commissioned for downtown Danville. Phineas kept a running commentary the entire time, and only stopped when Ferb never answered the most previous question Phineas had thrown at him.

"Ferb? You still with me, bro?" Phineas laughed as he waved his hand in front of his brother's face.

"Sorry, yes, I was just double checking calculations," Ferb replied as apologetically as he erased a figure on the blueprint he was currently drawing, then again gave Phineas his undivided attention. "What did you ask me?"

"What do you think about an opening day celebration? All we have left is for the junior engineers to double check the bolts on the roller coasters and the all clear from the fire marshal, and we'll be all set. That shouldn't take more than a week, and we will be way ahead of the mayor's Labor Day deadline. I thought a major opening day bash would be a great incentive to bring some tourism to downtown Danville."

Ferb didn't verbally reply to this idea, he just gave his brother his trademark thumbs up and went back to his blueprint and his thoughts. How the hell am I supposed to introduce the topic of Isabella's crush? All Phin seems to care about is work and having fun. I suppose he would call it seizing the day, every day. Observation, my good man, let's test some theories.

"Hmm, maybe we should finish it up with a fireworks show," Phineas continued, "that would be a nice touch. Especially for the couples."

"You should take someone," Ferb replied quietly, not sure if he wanted Phineas to hear him.

"But you'll be there, bro!" Phineas laughed good naturedly. "And we'll both be way too busy to show a date the attention they would deserve."

Ah, Ferb though, so my little brother isn't totally clueless. Let's test this theory a little further.

"Nah, there will be park staff and plenty of the junior engineers around if anything goes completely catty-wumpus," Ferb replied. "It sounds like you've got a great day planned, you should take someone."

"I guess you're right."

And now, to fit another piece into the puzzle that is Phin, Ferb thought to himself. I can't believe I'm about to say this.

"Besides, you work too much. You really need to get laid."

Ferb's expectations were fully that Phineas would blush beet red and stutter a little. He was caught completely by surprise when his little brother calmly nodded and replied with a small grin,

"Yea. I suppose I do. I know I get really into my projects sometimes, and forget my needs. Hell, half the time I forget to eat. Tell you what, I'll find and take a date and even attempt to get some action if you promise to do the same. You've been working harder than me, bro."

Well, that shoots the oblivious Phineas theory all to hell, Ferb wryly though. Alright, now let's test the "letting Isabella off easily" theory a lot of our friends, and sometime I agree with.

"Well, I might be able to save you some time," Ferb replied as he rolled up a set of blueprints for a large apartment complex and stuffed them into a carrying tube to be delivered to City Hall later that afternoon.

"Oh, really, bro? You know a girl that would want to go out with me?" Phineas couldn't help but ask. "Do I know her already?"

Aaaand oblivious Phineas is back, Ferb grinned to himself.

"Yep, you sure do. I know for a fact she's been into you a while and she's pretty hot too," Ferb replied as he wrote Isabella's cell phone number on a spare piece of paper and handed it to his brother. He knew Phineas wouldn't recognize it, he had so many contacts in his phone he never bothered to memorize them.

"Alright, thanks bro! You saved me quite some time and legwork. But, what about you?"

Ferb just smiled in reply, knowing he'd have no problems finding an escort for the evening, although the girl he really wanted to take would probably be busy. Ferb held up his black book and winked at his brother. "Got it covered, mate."