Howdy, everyone. So, I've decided to go on blind faith and continue this story. I'm really hoping it turns out like I planned it. Then, here it is: the official first chapter of The Romantic Evolution of Platonic Interaction.
"Ferb?"
He inclined his head towards her.
"What is love?"
The moment should have been a quiet one, but it was anything but. In the background, the noise of Candace and Jeremy's wedding reception was almost deafening. The two fifteen year olds were sitting at a table off to the side from the tireless exhilaration of the dancing, which had sucked in all of their friends- Phineas included.
Ferb thought about this for a while, and Isabella was patient.
"Love is when you will give anything and everything for one person without them even having to ask, but also to respect the space that you both need. Love is the greatest gift you can give to a person."
She processed this answer for a while, and then answered.
"Then I love you, Ferb."
He didn't have a chance to respond before she continued:
"I love you and Phineas and all of the Fireside girls and my mother and all of my friends. I just don't understand what makes certain love between two people is different. Candace and Jeremy love each other, that much is obvious. But Candace doesn't love him the way she loves you or Phineas."
Ferb shrugged.
"I suppose… that's what makes it an adventure. Not understanding, just knowing."
Isabella nodded and turned her attention back to the dance floor.
"Do you love someone, Ferb?"
Surprisingly, he responded right away,
"I don't believe I have enough experience to answer that question with any certainty."
Isabella nodded again.
"Fair enough. But you're probably wiser than any of us."
"That, Isabella, I highly doubt."
She simply smiled. At that moment, Phineas came rushing back to the table, glowing with exertion and beaming. In between heavy breaths, he said,
"You guys should join the party! You're missing all the fun!"
"I don't know, Phineas..." Isabella began hesitantly.
"Come on, Isabella! Come dance with me," Phineas insisted, but gently, his arm outstretched. Isabella touched her hand to her chest. She turned to Ferb, who nodded. Turning back to Phineas, she gingerly placed her hand in his. He pulled her up and they stepped out onto the dance floor.
Ferb watched them, and thought about his conversation with Isabella.
Me, in love? It's an interesting notion, at the very least. He gazed at the smiling pair as they glided across the floor to the slower music. Ferb cocked his head, raised an eyebrow, and then shook his head again, as if dismissing a new-found idea.
An interesting notion indeed.
First off, I'm sorry it's such a short chapter. This story will probably come off in a lot of quickly updated little chapters, but I'll try to make them as long as I can without rambling. With that said, I'm off to do stuff!
Remember,
To be odd is one of the greatest pleasures that life offers.
-Weird Heart