"What'cha doin?" A high pitched voice rang through the back of the Flynn-Fletcher backyard. It's the one and only Isabella, the best friend to Phineas Flynn. She walks swiftly towards him.

"Hey, Isabella," Phineas chirps back at her as she comes closer and stops when her face is clearly in view, "we're not sure what we're doing today, yet."

"Okay." Her smile flashes Phineas as if the sun jumped in itself. Her eyes glistening down like a cool winter's day on the ocean. Her mind running at speeds, does Phineas feel the same way she does? Or does he think of her as his guy friend. There's no way of knowing.

"Ferb's going away to camp for a few weeks," the fourteen-year-old chirped, not a happily as he had said just moments ago when Isabella had wondered in the yard, "he said that his old friend from England was going. His name was ... Charles I think."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Phineas." Isabella says in her happy tone. Phineas will finally be alone. This is my chance. He will want someone to build with and hang out with, the obvious choice is me. Isabella's thought echoed in her head as she wondered into Phineas Land again.

"Hi, Isabella." A British accent says behind her. With a swift turn, the brit comes into view. A red messenger bag tossed over his shoulder and a blue wheeled bag hanging from his right finger tips. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

Ever since Ferb had turned fourteen, he began to pipe up a bit and become more active. He's still as quiet, but when someone says something he doesn't believe or if it offends him, he sure will say something.

"Yeah, Ferb?" Isabella says with her happy attitude, still thinking about the alone and un-cheerful Phineas behind her.

"Phineas will be alone for the next month," Ferb begins as he sets the messenger bag down beside him, "he gets very attached to me, that means that you're the next best thing. He will visit very often. Go get him, girl. When I get back, I want to see some hand holding, if not, more." His accent rings through her, making her blush.

Ferb has always known about Isabella's little crush on the boy. She even ranted about how Phineas was ignoring her the time that they were stranded on the island, it ending in a hug of course.

"When are you leaving?" Isabella asks as a beam makes its way through the barriers called her lips.

"Tonight. Father is taking me." Ferb says happily. If she didn't know better, she'd say that he's looking forward to leaving Phineas. He probably just is eager to see us alone, even though her will not be here to see it.

"Cool." Isabella swiftly turns on her heels as Ferb makes his way to the van out the gate. Isabella sits next to Phineas who is just sketching something on the back of his left hand. His eyes just plead for Ferb to stay, she can see it.

If only he would be like that when she's gone. She wouldn't know, she's never there to see it, but who knows? He looks up to see that the sun setting. Ferb will be leaving in half in hour.

Phineas' mood drops, he's really attached to that green haired teenager. Isabella wraps her arm around Phineas, consoling him. He smiles that beautiful smile of his. His cheeks squeezing together, her cheeks getting rosy from the pressure, and the sun's beams of light shooting off his crystal blue eyes and back out, pretty much creating a rainbow in his eyes.

"I needed that." He says with a low voice, hearing it really calmed Isabella. She's going to miss Ferb, too, but Phineas is her world. She dreams of him every night, she can turn any pattern into an image of him. She sees him shine through everything he does.

"Phineas, if you want someone to talk to, you know how to contact me." The raven haired girl says as she takes away her arm. Isabella pulls herself off the ground with the sunset still bouncing off of her. She looks truly beautiful. Nothing, not even the brightest star, compared to her beauty in Phineas' eyes now.

Phineas stares up at the fourteen-year-old who looks into the sun as it disappears behind Johnson's house. She smiles, the wind playing with the ends of her hair lightly. She looks magical, enchanting.

"I have to go." She says with a low voice, as if she did not want anyone but him to hear her. "Goodbye, Phineas." She says as her hand waves then falls to the side of her jeans.

She plods through the grass as the grass beneath her black flats, looking so wonderful with the blue-ish green grass. After leaving the yard and hugging Ferb, she wonders over to the Mexican looking house across the street.

Phineas goes inside and after entering the house, he come face to face with his step-brother, Ferb Fletcher. He smiles and hugs him, indicating that he is leaving with his father. Phineas smiles and hugs back, sliding his hand over his messenger bag to get to his back.

"I'll miss you, don't try to invent without me, okay?" Phineas says, earning a light chuckle from his brother. He pulls away and looks at Phineas with those soft, brown eyes of his.

"How could I? You're the one who draws out the blueprints." Ferb says without letting go of his brother's hand. Phineas smiles at this, getting to know that even though Ferb is the one who normally does the inventing, they make a great team, just because it would not be the same without the brains and the hands.

"I saw you out there, with a wonderful young woman." He smiles with his teeth hidden behind two lips. "She's growing nicely, is she not?"

"Yeah," Phineas says as a little blush apears to his cheeks, "I'll miss you." Ferb gives him one last quick hug before his father is soon calling after him to come to the van.

"I have to go, bye, guys." Ferb says as he leaves Phineas behind him. There he goes, to make new friends, and entire month without the man of action in the house. It's going to be a long four weeks. Phineas smiles widely as he thinks about the girl he'll be spending a lot of time with, the girl across the street.

After a while of sleeping, Phineas just could not take it anymore. He jumps from under bed covers and trots to his cellphone charging across the room on his desk.

He grabs it and types in the digits as quick as he could, desperate to hear the silky voice of his long-term best friend. A groggy voice is heard, assuming it's Isabella, "I can't sleep! I need to talk to someone!"

Isabella grooms her hair with her finger nails after sitting up and replying to the energetic teenager on the other side, "What is it?"

"Ferb always lets me talk about my day while we're trying to sleep," Phineas says as if it weren't so late. It's amazing how he isn't even tired. I mean, come on. Isabella doesn't care, she gets to hear the beautiful voice she strives for everyday.

"Today was boring ..." Phineas begins. He starts to ramble endlessly as Isabella just lies back down and keeps the phone on. After a few moments she begins to let out slight purrs which can be heard over the phone. "And then Buford says- Isabella? Isabella? Am I that boring?"

Phineas keeps listening to the soothing purrs Isabella lets out from the other side. "Wasn't polite, but I know I'm not the most exciting person." Looking at the clock, Phineas realizes the time. "It's 3:30 already? No wonder she fell asleep on me."

Phineas finally hung up and headed down stairs. He quickly sit down and turned the TV on to see a dancing image on the glass. Phineas smiles and rests his head, "Nothing like watching something boring to sing you to sleep ..."