Hey, how's it going? Long time no see, have good summers? I cannot say I was working on this or anything important because this is a super short chapter, especially for this story which was averaging 3000-5000 word chappies.
*FANS CURSE SILVER OUT*

I can't say I have a PERFECT track record for "meeting the parents", although I dare not say that, for fear Isabella might kill me right now. It's important for it to go right for her, just like with everything Isabella. Parents or adults like me, as I've always given off a more mature vibe than my friends, but you know, it's not easy being green… take that as what you interpret it to be. Sandra's parents had very random petty qualms with me… for example; they questioned why we didn't go to church. The only people who go to church are from Aunt Lucy's side of the family… talk about petty. Sandra's only prayers were for me to play along, which of course I did. I could tolerate them enough to sneak away under the stars with her.

"Doesn't matter that you tried to impress them, Mr. Fantastic. Matters that you impressed me."

I flipped my hair around and ran a comb through it, slowly.

"FERB!" Isabella crowed. "Get out of the bathroom!"

"Sor-"

I couldn't even form one syllable before she was pushing me out of the way to use the mirror too. I studied at her as she began applying mascara. She wasn't dressed yet. Not really. She had on a sheer set of hosiery and a bra to match, which somehow while not being that revealing, was giving me terrible urges and goosebumps as well.

"What are you staring at, Fletcher?" She joked, as she finished her makeup.

"Nothing…"

"EEP! No, Ferb, no!" She squealed, as we both ran out of the room. "Stop it, I need to get ready! Stop chasing me around the house naked, you jackass!" We started laughing.

I pushed her against the wall. "Are these new?" I ran a finger down her panties.

"Yes… Stop it!" She slapped my hand away as the finger was trying to pull them down. "We don't have time for that! Stop, Ferrrrrrb." She moaned, as I started sucking on her neck, at just the right spot.

"Fine." I pulled away. "But I'm requiring these to come off for me at some point tonight." I snapped a bra strap.

"You bad boy!" She poked at my chest. "I swear, tonight I am going to fuck you so hard…" The doorbell rang, and I swear we both were about to start screaming. "They're so early!" She cried. "I'm not ready! You're not ready! What did they hear?" My eyes got big.

"Go, go!" I hissed. We ran to put on our clothes.

No time to look fancy, I barely had time to put on my shirt. I figure most of it wasn't loud enough, or they weren't close enough, or it wasn't distinct enough… except my Virgin Mary had just possibly loudly proclaimed how hard I was going to fuck her tonight in front of her father. Great.

"Mami! Daddy!" Isabella went full all-out hostess in a floral dress with pearls and all.

"Isa!" Vivian hugged her.

"Did you have an easy trip into the city?" She asked.

"Can never find any damn parking here." Ruben answered gruffly.

"Ferb!" Vivian said brightly. I raised my hand in a wave, but found myself caught in a sudden hug. "It's so nice to see you! I love this house!" She eagerly rushed around the rooms.

"It's fine." Ruben said curtly, almost rudely. Isabella was right. Between these two, it was like the very easy and very hard difficulties on some fictional impress-a-parent game I had to beat. "Why did you move?" He confronted her.

"It IS a lot nicer than my other apartment." Isabella emphasized. "And Ferb and I enjoy having each other as company."

Please don't bash my head in for sleeping with her. I told Bella this was a bad idea. He did not look convinced. I know Mr. Shapiro never had a "fondness" for the guys, and me, ESPECIALLY Phineas. I don't know if that was because he was Isabella's crush, he didn't return Isabella's crush, or all of the above. I suppose I had taken that new position of hatred as Isabella's new object of affection.

Shapiro seemed to take whatever she said at her word and shrug it off, and soon enough we were eating dinner while Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro made an effort to fulfill all the mom clichés and embarrass her daughter by pulling up pictures on her cell phone.

"And that's Isa on first trip to Mexico… is that the one where she got head lice, Ruben?"

Isabella was sinking lower and lower in her seat. "Kill me." She muttered. I smirked. She almost stuck her tongue out me, but resisted. My poor girl.

I had to redirect my attention to her father. He had answered Vivian's question, or at least responded to her, but in Spanish, and in a low tone. I bet he didn't know I spoke Spanish. Still, it was too quiet and quick when I wasn't really paying attention.

I had known Mr. Shapiro almost my whole life, and he definitely always looked like the definition of… a bully. Not the Buford card-carrying bully that beats you up and steals your bike. More like the corporate bully that walks all over the little guy that still collects Pinhead Pierre memorabilia. Not that I could ever tell Bella this. She idolized her father in the same way Phineas and I idolized ours.

Why doesn't he talk?

You aren't exactly being so friendly either. He's always been a quiet boy.

Stop speaking in Spanish, it's rude.

"No me importa si hablamos español." I said lightly.

The Garcia-Shapiros shut up with embarrassment and returned to eating. That was… awkward. Did I come across like I was spying on them? Or show-offish? I may or may not have always been a little bit of a show-off.

I didn't say anything the rest of the night.

Hey Ferb

DON'T TELL GIRLY

What do you do if

…

…

I'm screwed

The flashing texts at 2 AM… someone broke. Who wins the pool this time?