"Isabella? Please open up."

I heard them knocking on my door but I just want to be left alone.

I'm tired of being hurt. Tired of feeling broken. Tired of feeling alone...

"Izzy, open the door!"

"Leave me alone!"

"We can't! We're your friends!"

"I'm tired! Come back tomorrow!"

"Izzy, please?....we brought ice cream...and the whole DVD collection of Bob's Burgers...."

I groaned. Watching stupid comedy and ice cream was exactly what I needed right now....

I stood up and unlocked the door.

"Hand me a spoon." I grumbled.

"Chief, um...."

I sighed as Gretchen, Adyson, and Ginger all eyed my attire.

My tangled hair, rumpled clothes, and red eyes were not helping my case of 'I'm fine'.

"I'll braid her hair." Ginger said.
"I've got her clothes change." Adyson said, running to my closet.
"Here's a spoon and a wet towel, Chief." Gretchen said and went to pop in the DVD's.

"Guys...I don't need a new look. I was just tired. I'm fine." I groaned.
Adyson came back with my pink pajamas and rolled her eyes. "I hear words but I don't see action."
I stare at the old pink pajamas. "What's wrong with my black ones?"
"It doesn't fit your personality. Now get changed." Adyson ordered.

"Plus, they won't look cute with my flower clips that I'm gonna hide in your hair!" Ginger smiled.

"Well they certainly fit my mood..." I muttered but got changed.

As the opening started, I sat back on my cushy pillows as Ginger braided my hair and I ate spoonfuls of ice cream.

"Ice cream hog." Adyson whispered, not taking her eyes off the screen as she scooped some ice cream into her mouth.
"Hey! This is my ice cream! I'm the one not feeling good!" I glared.
"Thought you were 'fine'." Adyson smirked.

I grumbled. There was just no arguing with this girl.

After the episode was finished, I sighed.

"Ok, it's over. Leave." I said.

They all glanced at each other and then smiled at me.

"We're sleeping over!"

"Oh, no you're not! Out!" I said.

"You can't make us! Dog pile!" Adyson yelled and I screamed as they all jumped on me.

"Guys..." I moaned. "If you're trying to make me feel better, dog piling on me is not the way to go."

"We know! It's just fine!" Ginger laughed.

"I see those stupid sparkles. Why are you all smiling like that?" I asked, glaring at them suspiciously.
"Well, we..."Gretchen started.
"thought you'd like...." Ginger added.
"a new boy!" Adyson finished.

Their sparkly smiles over powered my long groan.

"Guyssss..." I sighed.
"Come on, Izzy! It'll be fun!" Ginger said, dragging out her words.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. What do I do."
Adyson grabbed my phone from my dresser and pulled up an app. "This!"

I looked at the app and frowned. "Guys, no. This is that weird dating app."
"Weird dating app that gets results." Adyson smirked.
"I'm not ready. I just got hurt for the last time by Phineas." I said.

They all paused. Then Ginger smiled again.

"Why don't we just make you a fake girl until you're ready?" Ginger suggested.
"What? Ging, I don't think you get it. The whole point of the thing is get with real life guys and-"
"Wait, I think it's a good idea." Adyson said, thinking.
"I do, too." Gretchen seconded it.

"Since you're already a pretty perfect girl for Phineas, let's make you a perfect girl for somebody else!" Adyson exclaimed.
"Like lie? On a dating app? That's stupid-"

Once again, they ignored me and started filling in the information page.

"Since we obviously don't want anyone to know it's you yet, we'll leave the profile pic blank." Adyson said.
"Hobbies are helping others, especially Phineas, daydreaming, about Phineas, and being obvious, for Phineas." Ginger muttered.

"Ginger! Don't write that!" I tried to grab for my phone but Adyson easily blocked me.

"Don't worry, Izzy, she didn't write that." Adyson laughed.
"Guys...." I groaned.

They pushed the phone into my face and I snatched it.

"All done!" They smiled.

I scanned through the information, ready to grab my phone and delete the whole thing but everything seemed pretty innocent. It just stated I was an eighteen year old Mexican with a music and engineering degree and I was going under the name as Alyson Stone.

"That's it?" I asked.
"I also added that you're just looking for someone fun to text, you know like a fling. They can text you on the app's message feature but if you hit it off, maybe you'll get his number." Ginger shrugged.
I rolled my eyes. "Ok, well that was fun and all but-"

My phone chimed and I stared at it like it was an alien eating my dog or something.

"What was that?" I asked.
"Someone texted you!" Ginger squealed and we gathered around her.
I had to blink a couple times before processing the text. "So quick?!"

She clicked on the guys profile and I could feel their disappointment. There was absolutely nothing except his name, Thomas Brodie-Sangster, and that he had millions of girls following his profile but he followed no one.

"How cute." Adyson muttered, sarcastically.

You received a chat request from Thomas Brodie-Sangster.

Hey, I've always been interested in the Mexican culture. Maybe you could teach me some things?

I hesistated. "Should I respond?"
"Yes! This will be good practice!" Ginger clapped.
"He seems like a dork. He's interested only in your culture?" Adyson said, her face twisted in slight disgust.
"Shut up, Adyson." I said and she laughed.

Hi, my name is Isa-

"Alyson! Alyson Stone!" Ginger hissed.

Hi, my name is Alyson Stone. I'd love to tell you about my culture.

"Is that all?" I asked.
"Uh, compliment his name? It's...cool?" Ginger suggested.

I sighed. This was complicated and it was only a text message to a stranger.

Hi, my name is Alyson Stone. I'd love to tell you about my culture. Also, I like your name. It's unique.

"And send." I muttered, pressing the green send button.

Message sent 9:27 p.m.

After a few minutes, I fell back into my bed.

"This was a terrible idea." I declared.
"Izzy, you're so impatient. Just wait. Gretch, you mind getting me that purple polish?" Ginger said as she painted her nails.

My phone chimed again and I flew up. I noticed them all smirk at each other.

"Shut up. I just don't want to be rude." I said.

I looked down at the text message.

Oh, you liked my name? Would you also like my number?

Message received 9:31 p.m.

I stared at the message. I scrolled for more but that was it.

I pointed my screen towards them and they squinted at the bright light.

"What is this? I thought he was interested about my culture?" I asked, genuinely confused.

Adyson and Ginger's eyes lit up with realization and they started laughing loudly.

I glanced at Gretchen and she shrugged and turned back to the TV.

After the settled down, Adyson wiped a fake tear from her eye.

"Oh, this boy is smooth. This just got a whole lot interesting."

My first Ferbella fanfiction! I'm excited about it! Also, don't judge me for the fake names! I wanted them to be like meaningful and representative or whatever and I was gonna call them Marie and Thomas but they are the ship children of the ship we are not currently shipping in this ship story lol.