Hey guys! IzzytheGreat14 here. I'm doing IzzieGS's request story. It'll be kind of short, so sorry. Switching off between Isabella and Phineas's POVs. Background: Phineas applied for a job at a marine center and he's waiting to hear back.

You know you love me, IzzytheGreat14

Phineas's POV

I woke up to my black iPhone ringing. I groaned and turned over to look at the clock.

It was eight-thirty.

I answered the phone, just to shut it up.

"Hello?" I said, trying to sound like I wasn't half asleep.

"Is this Mr. Phineas Flynn?" a deep voice said on the other end.

"Uh, yeah, that's me," I said, awake now.

"Mr. Flynn, this is Mr. Perez of the Marine Biotic Center. I'm calling to inform you that you have been selected for the job of tour-guide-slash-tank-cleaner."

My eyes widened.

"That's great! So when do I start?" I asked.

"Today at noon. You will be working the 12:00 to 6:00 shift," said Mr. Perez.

"Great! See ya then!" I chirped happily, and we both hung up.

"Yes!" I hissed, then texted Isabella.

Hey, I got the job!

After a few minutes, she texted back.

What job?

The marine one, I typed.

Oh, the one where you clean the animals' poo out of their tanks? :P

Hey! I'm a tour guide, too! I entered, frowning.

Right. When do you start?

At noon.

I'll be there! :)

I rolled my eyes as I put my phone away. Isabella is such a tease.

Isabella's POV

After I finished texting Phineas, I slid my white iPhone into the back pocket of my jeans.

I looked into the mirror and adjusted my new pink tank top. It rode kind of low in the front.

Oh well. This summer, we were turning 16, and either Phineas would ask me out, or I would ask him out.

I was sick of his obliviousness.

In a tiny corner of my heart, I knew I was too nervous for this. But I would ignore that.

I skipped downstairs and poured myself a bowl of Captain Crunch.

I snarfed it down as fast as I could.

When my mouth was empty, I pulled out my phone again.

I slid the arrow and tapped in the code. 0-6-1-7.

Phineas's birthday.

I dialed his number.

He answered on the second ring.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hey, Phineas. Whatcha doin'?" I said as flirtily as I could manage.

"Oh, nothing much. Just getting ready for my job," he replied.

"Getting ready? How do you get ready for a job that doesn't start for four and a half hours?" I said, slightly sarcastic.

"Hey, don't knock it, Izzy," he said, and my heart fluttered.

I loved that nickname.

"Hey, Izzy, do you want to come over and help me?" Phineas asked.

"Hehehe," I said, imitating Candace, and Phineas laughed.

"Sure, Phin," I said. "See ya!"

"Bye," he said, and we hung up.

"La la la la la," I sang as I threw on a light pink cropped lacy jacket and hurried across the street.

I knocked on the door.

"Hello? Oh, hi, Isabella," said Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher when she opened the door.

"Hey, Linda. Can I see Phineas?" I chirped.

"Of course, honey," she said, winking at me. I blushed, and she opened the door and let me in.