The 1st Date

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Authors Note
This story takes place six years after Everything has Changed. There might be stories in between this one and Everything has Changed.

On to the Story
-(Ferb's POV)

I am standing outside Gretchen's front door. Phineas and Isabella are standing behind me. I sallow hard and ring the bell. My heart is beating fast, and then the door is opened by Gretchen. She is wearing a red pro ice hockey jersey and purple and light green pajama bottoms. Her hair is messy like she had just woke up.

"Hey Iz, Hey Ferb, Hey Phineas" she said sleepily.

"Whos at the door Gretchen?" Ihear her mom call from inside.

"Just my friends mom" Gretchen calls back.

"Invite them in dear" Her mom said coming to the front door.

-(Isabella's POV)

I am sitting on the edge of Gretchen's bed. She is in her bathroom getting dressed. I glance at her alarm clock: 11:00 AM it reads.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri">"You could have given me a warning Isabella," She said from the bathroom

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri">"How?" I ask

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<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri">"Oh yeah, I ummm, lost my phone" I tell her.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri">"I'll help you find it later" she says coming out of the bathroom. She is now dressed in blue jeans, and a light grey short sleeve shirt.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri">"Ferb was the one who came up with the idea of a double date, me and Phineas, and you and him" I tell her as she is brushing out her hair.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri">"Ferb's idea?" she asks me, blushing, and then changing the subject:" I can't believe my hair has gotten as long as my shoulder blades."

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri">-(Gretchen's POV)

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri">I wake up this morning at 10:45, and I barely finished eating my breakfast when Ferb rings my doorbell. I'm still half asleep from last.So Isabella is in my room. She informed me that Ferb, Phineas and her coming over and doing a double date was Ferb's idea. I start blushing because I really like him.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri">"You changed the subject" Isabella states.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri">"I did?" I ask her innocently.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri">"Yes you did and I know what you are doing" she repiles.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri">I laugh and wink at her. Then I start pulling on my grey tennis shoes. She just shakes her head.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri">"So any suggestions for the double date?" I ask Isabella.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri">"Well the boys suggested rollerskating" she answered.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri">-(Phineas's POV)

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri">Ferb and I are sitting in the living room of Gretchen's house.Ferb is for the first time nervous about a girl. It took a lot of encouragement from me and my girlfriend, Isabella to even get him to ask Gretchen out. He really likes Gretchen. He started liking her a lot about five years ago, the year after her dad died. Ferb is just staring at the floor. The clock on the wall is ticking in the silence.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri">"Would you young men like a drink?" Gretchen's mom asks us breaking the silence.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri">"No thank you" Ferb answers, saying something for the first time since we were invited in.