This is my first P&F fanfic, so if I go horribly wrong, I'd appreciate if you'd take this factor into consideration. First of all, I own none of the characters, all rights go to Disney and the creators. Tell me what you think, and HAVE FUN!
Love Realized, Truth Revealed
Chapter 1: A Phineas Conundrum
9:00 AM. *BEEP BEEP BEEP. BEEP BEEP BEEP. BEEP BEEP BEEP. . .*
Startled, Ferb rolled over in his bed to look at his step-brother. At fifteen, his hormones had kicked in and he rarely beat the alarm anymore, but Phineas was a light sleeper and often turned it off before the ninth beep.
Not today, however. His red-haired step-brother was turned away from him, facing the wall, and appeared to be either sound asleep or really deep in thought.
Perry, noticing that Ferb was awake, opened his eyes sleepily and chattered to him.
Crawling out of bed, Ferb smiled slightly, gave Perry a light pat, and turned off the alarm, leaving Phineas to his quiet. He closed the door carefully behind him, with Perry at his heels.
What Ferb didn't know was that Phineas was lost in his insecurities and emotions. Truthfully, he didn't want him to know. At least, not yet. Being around Ferb was nice sometimes, it gave him someone to talk to who he knew would listen intently, but he needed to think this out on his own. I'm not sure what comes over me when I see you. I don't understand what happens to me when I look into your eyes.
He's thinking of Isabella. Of what a great friend she's been over the years. He can't help that he feels something for her that he can't quite explain.
Isabella is sitting in her own bedroom. She's just woken up from another Phineas dream. When you do the things you do for me, my heart melts at my feet. Then it seems to shatter all over again when I find that you're still as oblivious as before.
Phineas digs deeper.
I've got all these feelings bundled up in my chest, and I'm not really sure what it means. What's wrong with me?
Isabella is now really frustrated at him. "We were in Paris, Phineas. Paris. We were a boy, a girl, alone in the city of love. Romance was a foregone conclusion. You said so yourself—TWICE!"
Phineas sighs, and slowly crawls out of bed. He gets dressed for the day.
Isabella is sitting on her bed, facing the mirror, brushing her hair. How could you see them, but not us?
Will I only ever be just a friend to you?
She gets off the bed places the hairbrush on her dresser, and gets dressed.
Pinky, now noticing that her owner is awake, barks happily and jumps up for a good-morning scratch. She gives him one, and walks towards the door and grabs the handle. She stops and looks out the window towards the Flynn-Fletcher residence. She stands there for a moment and whispers,
"I'm not sure how long I can take this anymore."
Phineas walks towards his own bedroom door and grabs the handle. He stops and looks out the window to the Garcia-Shapiro residence. He stands there for a moment and whispers,
"I'm not sure how long I can take this anymore."
If either of them had looked hard enough they would have seen each other: facing the window and wondering about each other. But they didn't.
So, Phineas, unaware of Isabella, opens the door and walks down the stairs to the kitchen for breakfast.