Author's Note/Disclaimer: I don't own Phineas and Ferb. Sadly. I want to. Oh, well. Hope you enjoy my Phinbella fan fiction! Review please!

"Hey, Phineas! Whatcha' doin'?" Isabella asked, entering her neighbors' backyard.

Something was wrong. She could feel it. The boys weren't outside like they were all the time. She went around front and rang the doorbell. Candace answered it.

"Hi Candace!" Isabella said cheerfully. Do you know why Phineas and Ferb aren't outside yet?"

Candace didn't seem to want to answer. It looked as though she had been crying.

After a long silence, Candace finally said, "Yes. I don't want to be the one to tell you though. Why don't you go upstairs and talk to Phineas and Ferb about it? They're in their room."

Isabella was worried. She agreed to go upstairs.

"Don't freak out!" Candace called after her.

Isabella was already starting to do so. What on earth could be so bad? If one of the boys was hurt, Candace could have said so… What could she be dreading?

She reached the boys room and knocked. A strained voice unlike its normal happy ring said, "Yeah?"

Isabella walked in. Phineas was sitting on the S.S. Phineas, and looked as though he was crying. Ferb was sitting next to him, patting his shoulder.

"Is-Isabella," Phineas welcomed sadly, tears still flowing silently down his face.

"Phineas?" Isabella asked startled by his unusual appearance. She sat down on his bed. "What's wrong?"

Phineas was unable to speak as he began crying again. When he finally got a hold of himself, he said, "M-my dad got a n-new job."

Isabella felt her heart stop. "You-you aren't…"

"YES!" Phineas cried out. "We're m-moving all the way t-to C-California!" He sobbed. Isabella had never seen him cry before.

She was unable to speak. This couldn't be happening. She couldn't loose her true love. Not before he knew about her feelings!

The sixteen-year-old girl woke up from her dream. She had been having the same one for the last month, every night. She always woke up crying.

"Good morning, Pinky," Isabella said with a sigh. The old chihuahua just looked up at her, and then continued sleeping.

It had been six years since she last saw Phineas Flynn that summer, when they were ten. She missed him everyday. She longed for his happy smile. Isabella Garcia-Shapiro still loved that boy.

Unfortunately, that love wasn't working for her. She hadn't had any contact with him since they were eleven. They used to video-chat, but Isabella's computer broke and her mom couldn't afford a new one. Neither of them had cell phones yet. It had never occurred to her to use Candace's number until her number had changed.

That love was also messing up her life. Isabella still went into Phineas land, and much more frequently now that he was gone. Her grades dropped. She wouldn't go to any dances with any other boy, let alone have a boyfriend. She had had many suitors, but they had all given up last year.

Isabella dragged herself out of bed and got dressed. It was the first day of summer. She still wore her pink dress with a white blouse underneath, like she had six years ago. It made her look like she was thirteen instead of sixteen, but she didn't care. She somehow felt it was a connection to Phineas.

She looked across the street at the neighbors who had replaced the Flynns and the Fletchers. They were boring people. The man was a librarian, and the woman was a seamstress. Their two boys did nothing but sit under the tree in their backyard. It made Isabella angry. That was Phineas and Ferb's tree. No one else should be allowed to sit under it.

Isabella had tried to be nice to the boys at first. She even sang songs for them like "Carpe Diem" and "Summer Belongs To You", even though singing those songs made her tear up a little.

They had just given her a weird look and proclaimed that it was too much work to accomplish "fun".

Isabella hated those two boys. She went downstairs to eat breakfast.

"Good morning, chicka!" her mother welcomed. "In celebration of the first day of summer, I made your favorite! French toast!"

Isabella sighed. Her mother tried so hard to make her happy. Isabella felt bad. But no one could make her smile anymore.

"Think of all the fun you're going to have for the next hundred and four days!" her mother said with a bit of hope in her voice.

"Mom," Isabella said gloomily as she sat down. "You know nothing is fun anymore. Not compared to roller coasters and beaches and everything else they used to make."

"Honestly," she mother said crossly. "Your ten-year-old imagination was astounding. Everyday, 'Mom! Phineas and Ferb made a flying car!' or something."

"I TOLD YOU NEVER TO SAY HIS NAME!" Isabella blurted out loudly, as a tear fell on to the table.

"I'm sorry sweetheart," her mother hurried out. "I as just trying to cheer you up!"

Isabella sighed. "I know Mom. Sorry for shouting."

"It's fine chicka! So what are you planning on doing today?"

"I don't know," the teenager said with a sigh. "Maybe I'll go to the mall with Gretchen."

"Alright, have fun. But first finish your food."

When Isabella finished breakfast, she went upstairs to call Gretchen, and also to get her shoes. Her eyes, however, strayed to the corner of her room, where a small chest was sitting.

She walked over to it. She entered in the combination on the lock (Phineas's birthday), and opened it.

Inside the chest, were pictures of Isabella and Phineas, and all the things he had ever given her. On top was a very special picture.

It was of the two of them smiling and trying to eat cotton candy at the same time. Isabella smiled as she held it, remembering the day she had received it.

"Isabella?" Phineas asked as he approached her. He had sure regained his composure from last week, but in that time, she had lost hers. "Are you okay?"

"N-no!" Isabella cried. "I'm going to miss you s-so much! What am I going to do all s-summer?"

"I'm sorry," Phineas whispered. Then he spoke louder. "We'll video chat every day! I promise!"

Isabella sniffed.

"I got you something," Phineas handed her a picture that had been framed. That was only a month ago at the fair. Remember?"

Isabella smiled through her tears and nodded.

Phineas smiled back. Isabella thought she saw a tear roll down his cheek, but she couldn't be sure. He held his arms out and they hugged for the last time.

"I won't forget you, ever!" both of them promised.

Isabella started to cry, remembering the worst day of her life. She realized this was the first time in six years she had actually held the photo. Every other time, she had just looked at it. She turned it over.

There was a price tag on it. It had cost $19.99.

'Phineas', Isabella thought, smiling, 'You were such an idiot.'

She peeled back the price tag, which was surprisingly large. When all of it finally came off, Isabella gasped.

Underneath the price tag was a message! It read:

Dear Isabella,

I hope by the time you're reading this letter; you are old enough to do what I ask.

I "Gitchee Gitchee Goo" you! I always have! I always will! I hope you feel the same.

I probably will be dying, missing you by now. Whenever now is.

I want you to fly out to Sacramento. Take a taxi to a town called "Dolce" which means either sweet or lively in Italian. I don't remember. Then find me. I would give you an address, but we don't really know it yet. It shouldn't be too hard. I hope. See you soon?

Gitchee Gitchee Goo,
Phineas

P.S. Perry says Rrrrrrr!
P.S.S. Ferb helped me write the letter, I'm not too good at romantics and stuff.

Isabella reread the letter eight times before collapsing to the ground with tears of joy. Phineas loved her! And if her mother agreed, she would get to see Phineas again.

"MOM!"