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Tri-Date Area	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 20523 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own PHINEAS AND FERB or its characters. I made no money by writing this. No neurotic teenage cartoon characters were harmed in the making of this story.

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Tri-Date Area
by George Glass

Summary: Candace, Jeremy, and Stacy experiment with an unconventional relationship.

Disclaimer: I do not own PHINEAS AND FERB or its characters. I made no money by writing this. No neurotic teenage cartoon characters were harmed in the making of this story.

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It was a Tuesday morning, and Candace was in her bedroom, cleaning the lenses on her binoculars and singing to herself.

“With my busting gear in good condition, gonna bust those boys into submission, Mom will see they’re not above suspicion, when they’re…um…in her court of extradition…”

Suddenly, her cell phone rang, and a picture of Stacy appeared on its screen.

“Hey, girlfriend!” she answered.

The voice on the phone was barely recognizable, being garbled by what sounded like sobbing. Stacy spoke four syllables, then hung up.

What the heck did she say? Candace wondered. It had kind of sounded like “road pavilion.” Or possibly “toad Kermillian.” Maybe “load cotillion”?

Then it hit her: Code Vermillion.

Candace didn’t even have to look that one up in her spiral-bound notebook of color-coded emergencies. Anything in the red portion of the spectrum was one of the Big Five: Code Rose was a first menstrual period, Code Crimson was public humiliation, Code Maroon was a lengthy grounding, Code Scarlet was a massive acne attack, and Code Vermillion was a breakup.

Candace dropped the binoculars on her bed, ran downstairs, threw on her bike helmet, and pedaled hell-for-leather out of the garage. Busting her brothers would have to wait; according to the sacred conventions of the BFF, Code Vermillion took precedence over everything.

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“Coltrane broke up with me!” Stacy cried the moment Candace walked into her bedroom.

“Oh my gosh!” Candace replied, her eyes expanding to softball size. “When?”

“About an hour ago. He came by and told me that he’d met some girl at guitar camp, and….” She took a moment to catch her breath between sobs. “He was really nice about it, but…that almost made it worse…”

“Oh, Stacy, I’m so sorry!”

Candace put her hand on her best friend’s shoulder and tried to think of anything that might console her.

“It’s not like we were even that serious,” Stacy said, fighting to keep forming words. “But he was such a nice guy, and he was the closest thing I’ve ever had to a boyfriend!”

Candace realized that this breakup had implications for her, too. Having Coltrane in the mix had solved the whole “third wheel” problem she’d had with Stacy and Jeremy—as long as Stacy was with Coltrane, Candace and Stacy were equally motivated to go see the boys’ band whenever they were playing, and the four of them could go on double dates. Now, Candace would have to go back to making time to see Jeremy and Stacy separately, which was always tricky because of her busy brother-busting schedule.

“I just don’t see why…,” Stacy went on through her tears, “why he didn’t like me enough to…why NO ONE likes me enough to....” She choked up, unable to finish her sentence.

But the words Stacy had managed to get out were enough to snap Candace out of her self-absorption. She realized that Stacy’s sadness wasn’t merely the result of the breakup; it was about Stacy feeling that she was, somehow, unlovable.

Candace felt a sharp pain in her chest at the very thought that her sweet, smart, fun, beautiful best friend could feel that way for even a second. Candace threw her arms around Stacy and hugged her tight.

“Oh, Stacy, please don’t think that!” Candace begged. “There’s someone out there for you, I know it!”

Stacy put her forehead on Candace’s shoulder and wept, soaking the fabric through in an instant.

And then time seemed to take a triple-jump forward.

—one moment, Candace was holding Stacy and trying desperately to make her feel better;

—the next moment, Candace was kissing Stacy’s tear-stained cheeks;

—and then, Stacy was holding Candace’s face in her hands as their lips met, again and again.

Now they were kissing passionately, bodies pressed together, arms tight around each other, lips locked, wanting, needing, desperate. Candace felt the heat of Stacy’s body against hers, enveloping her, as though she were falling into it. She felt the softness of Stacy’s lips against hers, and the softness of her skin where the bare portions of their arms and legs touched. Stacy’s body was as angular as Candace’s own, and yet there was something so very feminine about her shape, her scent, her touch. She was delicate and soft and so different from-

Jeremy!

Candace suddenly pulled away as though she had suddenly found herself kissing a fallen power line. Stacy’s red eyes widened in shock.

“Candace, I’m sorry!” she croaked. “I didn’t mean to-“

“No, no, it’s okay!” Candace cried. “You’re- You’re grief stricken, and that always makes people do stuff they wouldn’t do otherwise.”

“Right!” said Stacy. “And you were just…trying to make me feel better.”

“Right,” Candace said hollowly. “It, it didn’t mean anything.”

Candace looked at the floor for a long moment. Then, very quietly, Stacy added, “Except it did.”

Candace nodded.

“Remember,” Stacy said, “when we were in sixth grade and we’d sleep over at each other’s houses sometimes, we’d practice kissing after our parents went to sleep?”

“Uh-huh.”

Now it was Stacy’s turn to look at the floor. “We always said we were just doing it to get ready for when we had boyfriends, but…well, for me, it…it felt like more than just practice. It felt…good.”

“Yeah.”

They were both quiet for a long moment.

“But,” Stacy said, “you’re with Jeremy. And I totally don’t want to mess that up.”

“Yeah,” Candace agreed. “Me neither.”

Candace didn’t know what to do. She had come to Stacy’s house to console her—not an easy task, but a straightforward one, at least—and now, suddenly, there was all this weirdness between the two of them. It was awkward enough for Candace; she could only imagine how Stacy must be feeling.

“Maybe- Maybe I should go,” Candace said.

“Okay,” Stacy said wanly.

Candace left, feeling the weight of failure bearing down on her all the way home.
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