A/N:

This story is based on Flipped by Wendelin Van Draanen. Well, I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Phineas and Ferb.

Chapter 1: Just Moved In (Phineas POV)

Isabella Garcia-Shapiro had always been my best friend. Ever since the day we met I knew we'd have a long lasting friendship. Of course, I didn't always know her. We met when we were 4.

I had just met my step-brother, Ferb and my step-dad, when we moved onto Maple Drive. You see, before Mom met Ferb and Dad, Candace, Mom, and I lived in an apartment. It was going to be good to live in a house.

Ferb and I had already become great friends and we became less like step-brothers every day. Even at 4, Ferb spoke very little. He was a 'Man-of-Action' just like he is now.

That day we were driving for about 30 minutes when we arrived at Maple Drive. Here our parents had hoped we would find some kids our age, even Candace, who was 8 at the time. Little did we know, that here we would meet some long lasting friends throughout our childhood. Some of which would become a bit more than friends as time would pass.

The only kid Ferb and I's age, at the time, was Isabella, who lived across the street from the house we were to be moving into.

"And, here we are!" said my step-dad as we drove into the driveway, "Welcome to our new home!"

As soon as the moving van was parked I jumped out, full of excitement. I couldn't wait to have an entire room to myself (or at least me and Ferb).

Candace wasn't as nearly as excited. Being older than us, she was already in school and was leaving her friends behind. She really didn't want to move even if it meant getting a room to herself.

We soon began to bring in boxes and unpack our items. Honestly, I didn't have much, since I wear the same outfit everyday and didn't have many belongings yet. I was soon going to get a bed (along with Ferb), but we hadn't gotten a chance yet.

About an hour or so after arriving we heard the doorbell ring. My mom went to get it, with the whole family following. Standing at the door was Mexican looking woman and a child who looked like her daughter, about my age.

"Hello!" said the woman very enthusiastically, shaking my mother's hand, "I'm Vivian Garcia-Shapiro! I live across the street," she said gesturing to her house, "My daughter, Isabella, saw your moving van, so I thought we'd come over and introduce ourselves!"

"That was very nice of you!" said my mom, smiling, "I'm Linda. This is my husband, Lawrence, and our children, Candace, Phineas, and Ferb."

We all waved hello to Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro and Isabella.

"So, how old is Isabella?"

"She's four."

"Oh, Phineas and Ferb are 4, too! I'm sure they'll be great friends!"

My mom may have not known it, but she had been right on the ball.

A/N: Hope you liked it and sorry if it's short! Please review!