A/N Hey, it's me, PhinbellaFan77. Okay, so really quickly. I have my two finished stories, and an unfinished one. I'm not fully sure if I want to continue. After reading it, I do find it a bit stupid. If you guys want me to continue, I will. I guess PM me or something if you have an opinion. (I'm talking about the vacation story).
Also, I just rewatched Minor Monogram, and yet again noticed a lot of Phinbella. So I just had to write a story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas and Ferb.
Isabella's POV
What is up with Buford's obsession with gourds? Who even likes those? And how exactly does this capture my essence?
'Cmon, like it's not obvious'. His phrase rang through my head. What did he mean by that?
I didn't even get an opportunity to think further about it, because he grabbed my hand. I quickly glanced down, and blushed. As I did, I hurriedly looked around. Oh. My. Gosh. We're the only two holding hands.
Phineas's POV
Aw man, I'm an idiot! I'm being way too obvious this time. Maybe if I grab Ferb's hand, it'll look like I'm doing I for safety. Ferb seems to understand, because he quickly does so too. As well as Isabella. After we're all in a link, we jump. I secretly wish that Isabella and I hadn't let go. Why had we anyways? Well, I can see where she could be weirded out.
Isabella's POV
Why'd he have to let go? Oh. My. Gosh! He grabbed it again. He grabbed it again! HE GRABBED IT AGAIN!
Right now, we were holding hands and spinning around, as if dancing. I highly doubt he realizes how romantic this is. Really, I just doubt it. I don't think he would if he thought it WAS romantic.
Phineas's POV
Oh boy, I really hope she doesn't think of this nearly as romantic as I do. If she does, things may get awkward between us. More awkward anyways.
Ferb's POV
Aww. How adorable. How is Phineas so oblivious, but then does something like this? I see them both smiling, and slightly blushing.
Isabella's POV
I really hope Phineas doesn't notice my blush. Who knows how it would affect our friendship.
Phineas's POV
Aww. She's so cute when she blushes. I'm a bit worried I'm making her feel uncomfortable. Maybe I should just let go. I try to loosen my grip a bit, but she's holding on too tight. I try a bit harder, but I realize something. She's holding on tight, because she doesn't want to… let go. She doesn't want to let go! SHE DOESN'T WANT TO LET GO! Woo hoo! Yeah! Wait a second. Does this mean… it does!
Moments flash through my head uncontrollably.
"You had me at our grandchildren- I mean steaks!"
"So that means I'm going to marry Phineas!"
"In the city of looove"
"That's not the Phineas Flynn I fell in-to this situation with."
"So what you're saying is you think I'm… cute"
"I think I'M the one causing the cute interference.
"Hit it Carl!"- oh wait, that's from that dream I had for a few mont- never mind!
Does she- does she like me? Oh. My. Gosh. She does! SHE DOES! HOW WAS I SO OBLIVIOUS? HOW? I have to make this up to her. I must! And I will. Sometime soon, very soon. I will make it up. I will ask her out. Soon.