Hey guys! Due to my massive thinking of Phinabella, which I don't know why, I decided to create this one-shot. I hope you'll like and enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Phineas and Ferb. The show belongs to Disney, its creators, Dan Povenmire and Jeff "Swampy" Marsh, and to everyone behind this show.
"Hey chief, why do you like Phineas Flynn?"
Isabella stopped sipping her iced-latte and gave her junior fireside troop member a confused and expected look. Just like old times—this always happens. Every fireside girl who's a member of her troop always asks her the very same question: "Why do you like Phineas?" "Don't you realize that he's too oblivious to realize your feelings?" More questions like that which has the exact meaning, yet they often revise the statement.
Isabella let out a frustrated sigh. Not that she was getting tired of hearing these kind of questions, but she expected that her blonde troop member would ask this sooner or later. She put the cup down on the table and placed her hands on her cheeks. "Well..." She started while trying to find the 'perfect' words to say.
Lucy, who had dark blonde, shoulder-length hair, dark lavender eyes and pale skin, dressed in her Fireside uniform, took a french fries on the plate. She stares at her senior troop leader curiously. She is really determined why in order to defeat her senior Adyson on their bet. The bet has an overall result of fifty dollars to the winner which is, according to her senior, a 'product' of sympathy. The worst part is she needs to know it before sun-set. "Well, chief?"
"It's... kinda hard to put it on words, Lucy." Isabella shrugged as she started taking a sip on the iced-latte.
Lucy dropped her head in a self-pity way. Great, I'll never know! She thought while imagining the end of the world when she lose their bet. I'm doomed. Rest in peace, wallet.
Isabella stares at her junior awkwardly. She never knew she was that curious. Most of the girls who asked her, with an exemption from Candace being her *man's sister, just shrugged at the 'words can't describe it' excuse and often switch topics to avoid the eccentric atmosphere. "Are... you okay?"
Lucy shot her head up and pouts like a child. "No, no I'm not! Please chief! You just gotta tell me! If you don't, I'll lose my bet!" She exclaimed in a childish, frustrated and forced way that almost made Isabella cringe. Being childish kind of makes it obnoxious for her age. She doesn't mean it literally of course. Lucy just needs to put her very childish acts in a proper place according to her perspective.
"Calm down, Lucy. I'll tell you later. I—"
"LATER?!" Lucy blurted and stood up from her seat, ignoring the weird looks that the other members were giving her. "BUT CHIEF, I—"
"Whoa..." Isabella cooed, trying to calm her and make her sit down. "Just sit, wait and let me finish."
Lucy snored and pouted. "Fine."
Isabella rubs her temples. Now Lucy really needs to change her childish acts. It's getting rather old and a bit annoying. She's thirteen years old and the least she can do is to change that very childish act of hers little by little. "Anyway, like I said earlier, I'll tell you later. I still need to attend the Fireside meeting and help Phineas on his project. How does *seventeen sound?"
An evil grin appeared on Lucy's lips. "Oh really? Help Phineas Flynn on his project? Make-out project?"
Isabella instantly blushed as red as a Ruby gem or any other deep red-colored stuff. Her childish acts had crossed the line in an embarrassing way. No one has ever teased her on Phineas that way. Oh darn, what is she planning? "Lucy!" She scolded while Lucy is trying to control her laughter. "What made you say that?! What are you planning?!"
Lucy let out a sarcastic chuckle and rubs her temples. "Nothing, that just came out, you know and I'm not planning anything. I have homework."
Isabella let out another frustrated sigh. "Whatever, I'll just go. I'll be late."
"Alright, bye! Mrs. Phineas Flynn." Lucy said, muttering the last words, and laughs. Nice, Mrs. Phineas Flynn. She thought. I'll definitely tell that to her later.
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At the Flynn-Fletcher's, two boys, who are now sixteen-year old lads, sit under their shady tree in their backyard while enjoying another peaceful afternoon. However, that peacefulness is going to be interrupted from a given certain task to the triangular-head lad.
Phineas, who's wearing a blue jeans, his usual blue rubber shoes and a black polo shirt, sighed in frustration, loud enough to destroy someone's serenity while doing their personal businesses.
Ferb, who's eating an apple on his right hand, wearing a blue t-shirt with a symbol of the union jack on its back, black rubber shoes and black jeans, ignored Phineas's loud and annoying sigh and took another bite from his apple.
Phineas glanced at his brother. Oh boy, there he goes again, ignoring him. Not that he wanted his attention though, but he has something very important to ask him. He just couldn't find the perfect words to say. Again, he sighed in frustration loud enough to disturb Ferb's peaceful apple bite.
Ferb's eye twitched in annoyance. Can't he just sigh in the usual and quiet way? Again, he ignored it, swallowed his apple and took another bite from it.
Phineas glared at his brother. He couldn't take it anymore! He just had to ask it bluntly, suddenly and straight to the point.
Fer glared back, telling his brother not to ruin his time with his sweet, ripe, fresh and juicy apple. Not today. He mentally said and took another bite.
Phineas sighed and rubbed his neck. Here goes nothing. "Ferb, how do you know when you like a girl?"
Ferb almost chocked the apple he was swallowing, for he is surprised at his sudden and blunt question, and gave him a confused look. How come he's asking this kind of question now? Ferb mentally sigh and gave him another confused look that he can easily read.
Knowing his brother's title as the 'Man of action', he can easily read his well, actions. He sighed the usual and quiet way. "Well, that question really bothers me. I couldn't find the perfect answer."
Ferb rubs his temples using his free hand and swallowed his apple. "Is this about the project that the psychologist gave to you?"
Phineas nodded sharply. "Yeah! Do you know, bro? That stupid project is about the differences between love and infatuation. I gotta know its disparities. I don't know why he gave that project to me?"
Ferb, who knows the differences between the two, was going to literally face-palm at his brother's obliviousness, but opts not to. "Why not just look at it on a dictionary or the internet?"
"You know I wouldn't ask you if I can? But, unfortunately, he forbids us. He said we have to find our own meaning."
Ferb taps his chin. Own meaning huh? This is gonna be sweet. A sarcastic smirk appeared on his lips. "Well, let's see. Love has many different branches. It can either be romance or your love for your family. Let's look at the romantic perspective since infatuation is included in the equation. For instance, you and Isabella, you—"
"How come we're the example? We're just friends, heck, she's my best female friend." Phineas protested.
"Phineas, could you please stop interrupting me? Go and complain later. As I was saying, you don't treat her as an ordinary friend." It's actually more than that. He thought and opts not to say it directly to him since he wants his brother to figure it out on his own. "You always wear a sincere smile or a sincere grin whenever you're around her, regardless of your sadness, anger and when there's something bugging you. You felt lonely when she's not around and that loneliness evolves. You're beginning to miss her. If she's sick, you will do whatever it takes to make her feel better, to see her smile again. You always enjoy her warmth whenever you touch her—accidentally or not. You always admired her beauty, her natural beauty. You think she is the cutest creature in the galaxy whether it is a scientific fact or not. You always have this strange feeling when you see her talking to a random guy, and felt relieved when she leaves or ditch him. Why? Because you love her—everything about her: her personalities, her looks, everything."
"Hold on, how did you know all of it?"
"I'm your brother, it's my job to know it."
"Yeah, and yeah, I love her. She's a great friend."
This time, Ferb literally face-palmed, for Phineas still doesn't get the differences. The answers are so obvious, yet the guy is oblivious. He sighed in exasperation. This may take a while.
Phineas raised an eyebrow. "Did I... say something wrong?"
Ferb removed his hand on his face as he rolled his eyes and took another bite from his apple. That was definitely the longest talk he had. After five chews, he swallowed it and gave Phineas a curious look. "It's best if you figure this out on your own, but remember and understand what I have said."
"WHAT?! BUT FERB, I—"
"Hey Phineas, whatcha doin'?" Isabella said, in her usual sweet, charming, tone as she enters the backyard and approached the boys. "Hey Ferb."
Phines spun around to face Isabella, with a sincere, uncontrolled smile on his face, and waved his hand at her. "Hey Isabella!"
Ferb smirked. As expected, he will ignore him and focuses all his attention on Isabella. If only Phineas knows and realizes what he's doing. "Well, I gotta go. Have fun." He said in a teasing tone and left the two alone.
"Alright, thanks bro!" Phineas bid good-bye at his brother then turn his attention back to Isabella. He gave her a confused look. "What?"
Isabella gave him an irked look and crossed her arms on her chest. "Ferb's smirking, is he planning something?"
"Who? Ferb? Nah, he just helped me on my project."
"Well... how did it go?"
"N-Not very well. I don't quite get his answer."
"Alright, what's the project?"
"The hardest project I have ever had." Phineas exaggeratedly said her and she began to wonder. The hardest? That's unusual. "We need to know the differences between love and infatuation without checking the dictionary nor the internet."
Like Ferb, Isabella opt not to literally face-palm, but instead, she did it mentally. Really? The answers are so obvious, yet the guy is so oblivious. Give me a break. Darn that pathetic, stupid oblivious dense wall of his. "And I'm here because?"
"Well..." Phineas scratches his neck. How is he gonna tell this? "You're a girl and girls know about these stuff."
Isabella raised an eyebrow and gave him an ambiguous expression. "Fine, let's go."
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After hours of interviewing every people about this so-called project of his, Phineas still doesn't get it. They're both feelings right? What's their differences? It doesn't make sense.
As for Phineas's companion on this project, Isabella, she couldn't take it anymore! She's getting really annoyed at her friend's obliviousness at his project's obvious answers. She just wanna yell the answers on his face, and probably, blurt her true feelings for him if he still don't get it. She sighed in frustration. When is he gonna break that oblivious dense wall of his?
"Hey Isabella, I—"
Isabella snapped out of her thoughts and her eyes widened in shock. Oh darn, she was so busy thinking about how annoying Phineas's oblivious dense wall is that she didn't realize that he is right in front of her. Their faces are inches away and their noses are almost touching. She instantly blushed at their proximity and back off. "Sorry, I, ah, um, ah... You see, I um..." She lowers her head, trying to find the perfect words to say, as she rubs her right arm and wiggles her left foot.
Phineas shook his head, trying to get rid of the slight blush on his face, but that doesn't matter for now, for he couldn't stop staring at her in awe. She looks so... adorable... Her body has become more feminine and curvaceous, as the years passed. Her pink long-sleeved dress, white mini-skirt, pink rubber shoes and white, long socks, matches her skin and that blush on her cheeks. Her shy gesture is so cute that he couldn't resist it! Her black hair and pink ribbon, swaying through the wind is so beautiful, so perfect. How come he haven't notice this before? Darn Ferb and that speech of his! It's getting into him!
"Phineas?"
Phineas mentally slapped himself and looked at her.
"Are you okay?"
He scratches his neck and a slight blush appear on his face due to his previous thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Alright... Let's eat! I'm kinda hungry."
Phineas smiled, for her voice is so... Dang it Ferb! Curse your speech! What am I doing?!
"So? You hungry?"
"Well... Yeah, let's go."
"Great!" Isabella exclaimed as she grabs his hand on impulse, and drags him along the pavement. "Come on!"
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Isabella stopped at her tracks, and so did Phineas, when they reached the Jewish restaurant's door and clasp her hands. Her eyes glitters, as if she won ten million dollars in a lottery with a free house and lot. "They're right."
The restaurant is like a usual Jewish restaurant where the building looks like it's been built ten thousand years ago. There's the old-fashioned like walls and roof scenery on the structures, but the disparities, it has a car parking spaces, the doors are made of strong glass and a drive-thru.
A sincere smile appeared on Phineas's lips. This is probably one of her cutest gesture yet! He can't stop staring at her.
"Come on, let's get inside." She said and skipped inside the restaurant like a kid who's in *Disneyland and/or Walt Disney World for the first time.
Phineas let out a soft chuckle. In spite of their age, sixteen, she still looks so cute in her childish acts.
"Girlfriend?"
Phineas twitched and turn his attention on his left side. He saw the guard, working at the restaurant, smiling at him. He furrowed his eyebrows and sighed. "Yeah, I guess so." He said and followed Isabella inside. He stopped for a while when he entered the restaurant for he just realize what he just said. Darn it! Why the heck did I say that?! Again, he blamed Ferb and his speech. He shrugged the thoughts off, just so Isabella won't suspect him, and approached their table. He grabbed the chair and sat down.
"What took you so long?"
"Oh that," He said and cleared his throat. "The guard asks me if this is our first time here and I said, yeah and you know, I have never seen this restaurant."
Isabella giggled, which made Phineas thinks it's the cutest giggle he had ever heard and blamed Ferb's speech afterwards. "They just opened this restaurant. Their cuisine is Jewish. It's old-school, but delicious. I already ordered our food."
"It's already famous though." He said, as he observes the restaurant, which is full of people probably Jewish people like Isabella or locals. "How come I haven't heard of it?"
"Their style is old-school, remember?"
"Oh right, I forgot." He said and scratches his neck. "Anyway... Let's talk about my project. So far, I still don't get their answers."
Isabella gave him an irked and obvious look. Looks like it. Oh good grief. When will he learn?
"We asked our friends, parents, neighbors and..." He paused in a minute or two and face-palmed. "Dang it! I forgot!"
"What?" She asked, trying not to sound too sarcastic.
"You're my only hope to get a good grade! Isabella, you have to tell me yours, please."
Isabella gulped. Is he gonna ask that question to her? What'll she say? She's not yet ready.
"Please Isabella, please. I promise I'll pay for our food despite that it's expensive. Please."
Isabella sighed in defeat. Here goes nothing. "Well, for me, they have big differences. Infatuation is nothing but a feeling and that's it. It's either serious or not. If that feeling is serious, then it's evolving. It's slowly turning into romantic love. If it's truly evolved, that's true love. Meanwhile, love is more than just a feeling. It's beyond it. Phineas, I admired you since we were kids. When we first met, I envy your optimism, it feels like nothing can turn you down, while I'm just a simple girl who sometimes gets possessed by her insecurities. I hardly think positively. Despite that, you still accepted me as a friend, a true friend. The more we hang out, the more I wanna be like you—an optimistic person. Thanks to you, I achieved some of my goals. You always make me smile. You always make me feel better. You always give me enough courage to continue and stand up. You always guide me into the right path. You were always there for me. You will always have a place in my heart. Because, I love you."
Phineas furrowed his eyebrows. "What?" Did he heard it correctly? This is a dream, right? If it is, and he hopes it is, he would certainly like to wake up now.
Isabella gasped and covered her mouth using her hands. This is bad. She didn't expect that she went too far. "I gotta go." She said and scampered away from Phineas and the restaurant, crying.
"Isabella." Phineas called, but no to avail. She ran away. Darn it. He did heard it correctly. This is certainly not a dream. He is such an idiot! Now his friend left him, crying, for his answer on her confession is a big, dumb question. He has to set things right.
"Sir, here's your—"
Phineas took all his money in his wallet and placed it on the table. "That's all the money I had sir. I'm sorry, but I gotta go." With that, he ran away.
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Isabella went at Danville hill, a place that Phineas won't suspect to find her, and leaned on the tree while sitting, with her knees on her chest. She sniffled. Stupid! Pathetic! She went too far. She had confessed to him without thinking of the consequences! She is such an idiot! She knows that he still haven't destroy his oblivious dense wall! Plus, he answered her in a nonchalant 'what' statement. Pathetic. If only this were a dream. How is she gonna confront him?
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Phineas stopped at his tracks and placed his hands on his knees. He pants heavily. Darn it! He still couldn't find her! He looked everywhere and there's still no sign of her. He bit his lip. He blamed himself for he made her sad. He didn't acknowledge her confession. He didn't realize that she likes, no, loves him, and he likes her back. He uses his left fist to punch the wall really hard. Darn it! He also likes her. No, he loves her. Not just a friend, but more than that! Now he understands Ferb's speech. He made a mental note to thank him later. Currently, he has to find her, and tell her that he loves her too.
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Isabella glanced at her watch which reads fourteen thirty. She almost forgot that she have to see Lucy before sun-set or she'll lose her bet to Adyson. Not that she wants Adyson to lose, but knowing Lucy, she takes money not quite wisely. She stood up and dusts off the dirt on her outfit and walks away.
"Isabella."
Isabella ignore it and continued walking.
"Isabella, just give me five minutes. Please." He pleaded as he approaches her.
She stopped walking and faced him angrily with her fists clenched. "Fine, five minutes."
Phineas smiled. Even in her angry and scary mode her cuteness never fails. He stopped at his tracks, inches away from her, and grinned. "Isabella, I came here to say sorry. I'm sorry. I—"
"How did you find me?"
"Cuteness tracker. What else?" He respond and showed the device to her.
"Then leave me alone." She said harshly.
"I'm not gonna leave until I told you everything."
"Speak."
Phineas bit his lip. Is she really that mad at him? "I'm sorry that my respond is a big 'what'. I was surprised, I'm sorry for being oblivious about your feelings. I'm sorry for everything. Isabella, you're a great friend and that'll never change. I didn't come here to say sorry and tell you how great you are. I—"
"Then what?"
Phineas took a deep breath. Is she playing hard-to-get with him? He dismissed that thought and grabs her hand.
Isabella's eyes softened and gave him a confused look. What's going on with her? She's supposed to be mad at him. She blames that adorable face of his.
Phineas grinned at her and intertwined his fingers on hers. "I'm also here to tell you, that... That... I do to..."
Isabella cocked an eyebrow. "What?"
"I... I, love you too, Isabella. I'm sorry if took so long. I guess I was always distracted on my contraptions, my studies and—"
Before Phineas can finish his statement, something stopped him from doing it. His eyes widened in surprise. Isabella is kissing him. Phineas didn't know what to do, but instead, he melted into the kiss and *kissed her back. I guess I have to thank the psychologist, if it weren't for that project, this awesome thing wouldn't happen.
*I couldn't help it. Haha. *senses an angry mob on their way*
*I got used on 24-hour clock. I'm sorry about that. For those who do not know, that's 5:00 in the afternoon.
*I'm a Disney Nerd and I can't help but write that. XD
*One thing, I. Suck. At. Kissing. Scenes.
Well, I hope you like it and yeah, it's not that good.
(EDITED: Thanks PianoMan5! Your advice and help are awesome! Thank you! :D ...)
(I edited it again note March 29, 2016, and... DID I JUST WROTE THIS?!)