A/N: Hey world, it's me again! (For all of you who are wondering, yes, I changed my username from daphnefred4ever to GredAndForge'sGirl.) It's... been a while, hasn't it? *Crickets chirp* Okay, more like, forever. I hope you all can forgive me for not updating since, like, November or December. I honestly wanted to abandon it, but then I thought of all you wonderful readers out there (plus the mini writer in my head was busy beating up my brain, attempting to knock some sense into it) and I realized I couldn't just do that. Well, enough of my excuses, on with the fic! (One last thing, a HUGE thank you to all you amazing people out there who take the time to read and/or review this story! Love yah guys!)

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Phineas and Ferb. I wish I did, yet sadly, I don't. I do, however, own Audrey and Caddy. Big whoop.

I was enjoying my secret life as a normal, average girl from "the next neighborhood over". My friends didn't ask me anymore questions about my life, and no one even seemed to think it was strange that I always went home right before snack.

My life was, for once in my life, almost normal.

I knew it was only a matter of time before it all ended, though. One day, August 12 to be exact, Mom went out shopping again. I was just getting ready to sneak out again, when I heard my dad calling me.

"Audrey, come downstairs a second."

I groaned. If I didn't show up at Phineas and Ferb's in a few minutes, they'd think something was wrong. I hadn't missed an opportunity to see them ever since the day I met them. And Isabella promised me she would teach me how to do a cartwheel today. Caddy glared at me as if she knew what I was thinking. Heck, that cat knows everything.

"Coming, Dad," I sighed, kicking my tennis shoes off again. I only had one pair of shoes. But Isabella and Phineas and Ferb didn't seem to think the fact that I wore the same outfit and shoes everyday was weird. At least, if they did, they didn't show it.

I thumped down the basement stairs, my light brown ponytail swinging with each step, until Dad, in his olive green suit, appeared.

"Audrey, today we're going to have a little lesson," he said firmly. I groaned. Dad was always trying to get me to follow in his footsteps and become a major like him. As I explained to him time and time again, I didn't want to be a major when I grew up. I wanted to be a writer. But Dad never listens anyway.

"Dad…" I began, my thoughts still on Phineas and Ferb.

But he shook his head. "Today, you're going to know what it's like to give agents their missions," he said, giving me a stern look.

I tried to crack a joke. "But I already give Caddy commands!"

I could practically hear the crickets chirping in the background.

He looked unamused at me. "Today, you're going to do my job, while I go play golf," he continued. He picked up a set of golf clubs from behind his desk.

I sighed, knowing there was no way out of this situation. "Okay, Dad."

He smiled at me before handing me a list. "Now, this is a list of all the agents that you will be addressing today, and their nemesises, and what their nemesises are doing. Simple enough. And if you need any help," he pointed to Carl, who waved, "Carl here will be right here."

Great, sounds like fun, Dad. A whole day of having one- sided conversations with animals in miniature hats. A dream come true.

"Bye Audrey, and be good now. And remember," Dad began.

"I know, I know, don't leave the house. We've been through this many times," I sighed, taking the list he handed me. After a quick hug, he was gone.

"Ready to give Agent P his mission, Audrey?" asked Carl innocently, his freckled face shining with excitement. I glared at him.

"Whatever, Carl. Leave me alone."

Carl sighed, and a sad look crossed his face. "Like father, like daughter…" he mumbled, taking his place behind the camera.

I instantly felt a twinge of remorse, but I pushed it off with the thought of how disappointed my new friends would be when I didn't turn up.

Carl turned the camera on me, and suddenly I was staring into the serious, familiar face of a fedora- wearing platypus.

"Hey Perry. Dad's making me take his place while he goes golfing. I mean how boring is that?" I giggled. Perry forced a smile. I heard Carl clear his throat.

"Oh, right. Apparently, your neme- nema- nemi…"

"Nemesis," hissed Carl.

"Uh, yeah, your nemesis the evil Dr. Doofysmirt…" I burst out laughing. "What kind of a last name is that?"

Carl groaned, and Perry held back an amused grin. "It's DOOF- EN- SHMIRTZ," Carl corrected, enunciating each syllable.

"The evil Dr. Doofenshmirtz," I continued, proud of myself that I had finally gotten it right, "Has bought up every single pillowcase in the entire… Tri- State Area, evidently."

I turned to Carl. "Seriously? Pillowcases?" I chuckled, "Who is this Doofy dude?" Carl rolled his eyes.

Perry chattered, attempting to get my attention back on him. I faced him again. "Right, so… go… defeat him, Perry?" Perry rolled his eyes and saluted me.

I smiled, secretly proud of myself. "So… what do I do now?" I finally said, looking curiously at Carl.

Carl held up the list. "You still have several more agents to give assignments to."

I groaned. This was going to be a long day.

By the time I finished my tedious task, it was already twelve p.m., and I was eager to get a start on today's project with Phineas and Ferb. I grabbed my shoes, and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" asked Carl, suddenly appearing by my side as though summoned by magic. I blame the cat that was currently wrapped around my legs.

"Umm… no where…" I stammered. I closed my eyes, silently praying that Carl would let me leave.

"Major Mono- I mean your dad," He laughed nervously, "Said you weren't allowed to leave the house," stated Carl. I whirled around to face him.

"Carllllll, come on," I protested, "Dad never lets me go out, just this once?" Yeah, and tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day…

Carl bit his lip, and he was obviously struggling with this one. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he sighed. "Alright, I suppose a little bit of fresh air never harmed anyone. Just take Caddy with you."

"Thanks Carl! Just promise you won't tell Dad," I cried, hugging him around the middle. Carl replies with a strange embarrassed half- stutter half- giggle noise. I practically flew out the front door, my red sneakers scuffing against the hard concrete sidewalk, with Caddy trailing at my heels. She mewed angrily.

"Caddy, you just wait and see where we're going," I chimed happily, stooping down to pet her luscious striped coat. Caddy pulled away from me, giving me a look of disgust before meowing.

"Who cares if I break the rules? Carl said I could."

Caddy hissed at me.

"Caddy! Watch your language!"

I stopped in front of the familiar fence that surrounded the backyard of so much fun, my hand resting on the gate, but I stopped as I heard my name being tossed about in hushed tones. I crouched down, and put a finger to my lips to signify for Caddy to be quiet. I could just see the green, red, black, and brown tops of heads above me.

"She's so… different…" I heard Isabella whisper, her melodious voice serious and suspicious.

I heard the others murmur their agreement with her.

"It's like she's never had any friends before," continued Isabella quietly. I froze, my mind frantically whispering, 'No no no no no…'

The others murmured in agreement.

"I know what you mean. All we know about her is her name and she lives somewhere nearby," replied Phineas, brushing his tangled red mess of hair out of his eyes.

Isn't that enough? I mean knowing a lot about your friends is sooooo overrated. Hey, Phineas, why don't we change the subject?

Isabella snorted at Phineas's last remark. "Nearby my foot. I went into the 'next neighborhood over' this morning to ask Audrey if she wanted to join the Fireside Girls, but I didn't see her anywhere."

Aw, Isabella wanted me to join her club. How sweet.

"What more, I went to all the houses and knocked on the doors, and not a single one of them knew an 'Audrey'," Isabella sniffed, crossing her arms.

I held back a gasp. I thought Isabella was my friend, but now she was calling me a liar! Well… I did kinda lie about that… I pushed that thought out of my mind and returned my attention back to my so- called "friends".

There was a collective gasp among Phineas, Ferb, Buford and Baljeet, while Isabella stood there smiling smugly.

That was my cue to go. I scooped up Caddy in my arms, and started to crawl away, biting my lip to hold back tears.

Yes, yes, I felt like crying. Whoop dee doo. But when someone you thought was your friend- no, strike that. When your ONLY friend goes behind your back to find stuff out about you, it hurts. Hurts like someone stabbing you in the chest. Hurts like someone screaming in your ear. Hurts like getting your foot caught on your neighbor's gate when you're trying to escape their yard after they discovered you were lying to them.

Yeah. Go figure.

"Audrey?"

Oh darn… Darn it darn it darn it… I gave another tug on my stuck foot, praying that it would come out of Phineas and Ferb's fence, praying that I could run home, back to Carl, where he'd tell me about my dad's work and all the crazy evil scientists out there, and we'd laugh over sodas or mugs of hot chocolate.

It didn't. Curse you fate!

"Here, let me give you a hand with that." It was Phineas that came to my rescue, his eyes shining with concern. He reached a hand out to my leg, trying to pull me out.

"Isabella, come help me out!" he exclaimed, brushing a strand of red hair out of his face.

I shoved his hand away. I didn't want any part of him, and especially not that… that… black- haired demon. She was probably a double agent, working for that evil guy that Perry had to fight, Doofysmirk or whatever…

Wow. I was turning into my dad. Yikes.

"Get away from me," I hissed, my hazel eyes narrowed.

Phineas stared, surprised, at me before softly saying, "Audrey, it's okay. I'm going to get you out."

Caddy hissed at him, waving a clawed hand in the air at Phineas.

That's my girl!

"Is that your cat?" Phineas asked quietly, raising a hand to pet Caddy. Caddy growled.

Uh- oh. Whenever Caddy got really angry, her agent- instincts would kick in. And trust me, that wasn't a pretty sight.

"Caddy… no, Caddy," I cooed, attempting to soothe my cat.

Fail.

Caddy attempted to jump up in the air, and her brown fedora was halfway on before I managed to yank my leg out of the hole in the fence and grab my ferocious feline out of midair.

I stood up, brushing grass and dirt off my plaid skirt with my right hand while my left clutched my snarling cat.

"Bad girl, Caddy. If Dad found out about what you almost did, we both would've been done for," I scolded the tabby cat, ignoring Phineas, Ferb, Isabella, Baljeet, and Buford's bewildered stares.

"Audrey… Are you okay?" Phineas finally asked quietly.

No, pointy, I'm dead. That's why I'm standing right in front of you petting my cat. Of course I'm fine!

"Yeah…" I answered back meekly. Oh God. I'm such a wimp.

Phineas took my hand, staring sympathetically in my eyes. "You sure?"

Isabella glared at me behind Phineas's back, her indigo eyes dangerous slits. Her arms were crossed, as if she was silently daring me to do something that I would regret.

Anger swelled inside me. I jerked my hand away from Phineas. "I'm fine, alright!" I shouted, startling the redhead.

Ferb stared silently at me behind his brother's back. God, it's like that kid could stare straight into my soul!

"Well, 'Audrey'…" began Isabella, adding emphasis on my name. Wow, that girl was pushing it.

"Yes, dear Isabella?" I replied back, holding back a smug smile. One point to Audrey.

She smiled a sweet, fake smile at me. "My friends and I have quite a few questions for you," Isabella retorted.

Oh boy. Here we go again.

"Yeah. Hope you don't mind, Audrey, but we do," Baljeet said quietly. I think that was the first time that kid said my name. He seemed pretty nervous around me otherwise.

Ferb nodded. "Isabella brought up an interesting topic," he said coolly. I'd only heard him speak once before. His British accent floated softly through the summer air.

That got my attention.

"All right, shoot." I still looked defensively at them, my arms crossed tightly around my hissing cat.

"Well, number one…" began Phineas.

But the she- demon cut him off. "You lied to us about where you live," Isabella snarled.

I sighed, and decided to play it dumb. "What do you mean?" I feigned surprise, my eyes widened innocently.

Isabella rolled her eyes. "Number two, what's your last name?"

I quickly lied. "Autumn," I stated firmly, naming the first thing that came to my head.

Isabella snorted. "Audrey Autumn? Give me a break. And lastly, what was that your cat had on its head a second ago?"

"Um… Nothing…" Yikes. Not very convincing.

"Don't give me that, Audrey," Isabella hissed.

"Isabella…" Phineas said softly, "Leave her alone."

Isabella growled. "Don't you take her side now, Phineas!"

"Look, Isabella, just…"

"What, Phineas?"

Ferb, Baljeet, Buford and I watched the scene play out with rapid interest. It was fun in a way, watching Phineas and Isabella argue. Like Soap Operas, but better.

"She's a liar, Phineas!"

Tears welled up in my eyes.

"Isabella, wait." I interrupted her and Phineas's argument.

I surprised myself with the calmness in my voice, considering how I felt at the moment.

Everyone looked at me.

"You want the truth?" I said, my voice shaking slightly, "I'll give you the truth."

A/N: Dun dun dunnnnnnn! Mu haha! A cliffie! I'm holding the next chapter hostage until you BEAUTIFUL (note the emphasis) reviewers out there leave me a review! Oh, I'm so diabolical... And an interesting note, the part where Audrey says her last name is Autumn was actually a little Easter Egg on my part. "Audrey Autumn" was supposed to be Audrey's original name, but then I got the idea that my little doodle of a girl deserved a much better story (and last name) than that. So anyway, review please! (There, I said please. Happy? :D)