10 years. For 10 years, she had this huge crush on me. And I didn't do anything. But instead of making it up to her, I broke her heart. Now here I am, staring like a fool, wondering how all this happened so fast. It all started a month ago, on the last day of school...

A sharp knock sounded on my bedroom door. I grumbled, flipping my pillow over my ear to block the noise. My eyes creaked open and flicked to the alarm clock. 6:25.

Mom, I love you, but I am not waking up before the sun does. I grimace as another knock resonates. I know she won't stop until I'm up.

"Phineas," her voice croons, "wake up, sweetie."

A silent groan. "I'm up, mom," I reply groggily. I hear Ferb grumbling from across the hall. He has a choice whether he goes to school or not. Obviously, it's a not. A sweet memory spills into my brain. It's the last day of school! I'm suddenly more awake than ever. My face hurts from all of my smiling. The end of 10th grade and the beginning of a brand new summer. I sigh audibly. Finishing all of my daily routines in one quick flourish, I bound out my bedroom door and swing into the kitchen.

"Well, someone seems to be in a good mood," my mom comments from the sink.

"It's the last day of school," I say helping with the dishes. "Who wouldn't be excited?" She chuckles to herself.

"Your breakfast is in the microwave," she says placing the last dishes in the rack. I wipe my hands on the towel.

"Thanks," I say after grabbing it while pouring a cup of orange juice.

Buzz, Buzzzz. I unplug and pick up my phone from its charger. A text from Isabella pops up on the screen.

Isabella: You up?

I munch on my toast as I type my reply.

Phineas: Yeah. Wat's up?

Isabella: Have 2 get 2 school early today.

Phineas: Got ya. Time?

Isabella: By 7.

I check the time. 6:40.

Phineas: You ready now?

Isabella: As always.

Ah, Isabella. Longtime bestfriend. The more I think about her, the more distracted I get.

Oddly.

Scooping my charger up and into my bag while calling a quick goodbye to my mom, I head out the door with my keys. And almost ran over Isabella.

We're nose to nose now. Her beautiful dark blue eyes staring deep into mine. I swallow. Her cheeks turn pink.

"Uh, hi," she says quietly.

"Hi..." I say, gaze unchanging.

Has her eyes always sparkled like that?

"We should go now," she says backing up a step.

"Yeah," I say, though in my mind, I'm screaming, No!

She's wearing a new pink shirt. This one is backless, with nothing but straps running across and holding it together. I hope I'm not drooling as she turns and walks to my car. I help her into the passengers side. A custom-made, sleek black Camaro with a blue stripe running along the side. My greatest build. We speed off to school, arriving in under fifteen minutes.

"What did you have to be here for anyways?" I ask as we pull into the parking lot. She didn't answer right away.

"It's... something important." She steals a glance out the window when I park. I drop the subject as we walk through the high school's blue double doors.