A/N: Oh where or where has our Isabella gone? Oh yeah I know! Oh but you don't, do you? Why don't you read and find out?

Our little Isabella Garcia-Sharpio isn't the innocent pink-loving girl we used to know. She is the school's It Girl. She has everything: the clique consisting of her former Fireside Girls, every single girl in school envying her, and every boy falling for her. What else does she want? Oh yes! Maybe the boy across the street she has been eying for years now.

Phineas Flynn has grown up too. He has grown 2 feet taller and has become the eye candy of every girl (and some boys) at school. Sadly, he is oblivious to all that and still sticks to his player brother, Ferb, Baljeet, and Buford. Maybe if he knew the feelings of the girl across the way...

What do you think so far? Well, I won't torture you too much and start the story here.

*Isabella's Room*

The formal Fireside Girls had stationed themselves in a circle surrounding Isabella who was sitting on the bed.

"Girls, this is serious. I have to get Phineas to like me. I've been waiting for years and I can't take it anymore. We're all 15 and only in our sophmore year but we are nearing the end of our teenage lives. Any ideas?" Isabella presented.

"I hope you don't mind this, but maybe you're playing too nice," Gretchen suggested.

"What do you mean by that?" Isabella questioned.

"You've just been playing innocent with him. Remember when you hooked up with Vick?" Adyson started.

"Yeah. He was so much work," Isabella agreed.

"He was stubborn and couldn't go with your nice innocent self. Then you played sexy and dirty and you got him," Adyson finished.

"Hm...I like that. If Phineas can't get my subtle hints, I guess I'll show him how much he means to me. Excuse me girls but I have a date with destiny," Isabella ended as she started to walk out the door.

"Will you text us the details?" Milly asked.

"Maybe, but then again, I never kiss and tell," Isabella responded as she winked and shut the door.

*Phineas*

Phineas had once again been kicked out by his older brother. He always brought a girl into his room and had his time from 5-8. He was sitting in the living room, hoping for his own room, when the doorbell rang. He got up to answer and saw his longtime friend Isabella at the door.

"May I come in?" Isabella asked.

"Of course," Phineas replied as she skipped in and sat down on the couch.

"What do you need?" Phineas questioned.

"What? Can't I spend time with my best guy friend?" Isabella asked.

"Sorry. I just..." Phineas started to trail off.

"It's fine. Come sit next to me and we can chat," Isabella said as she patted the spot next to her.

Phineas sat and turned to her.

"What do you want to talk about?" Phineas asked.

"First, how is your brother doing? Don't tell me yet again his tongue is down the throat of yet another girl's throat," Isabella started.

"He always has been a man of few words," Phineas stated.

"Ew! You've become...different. Maybe it's your hair," Isabella suggested as she stroked her fingers through his hair.

"You've changed too. Maybe it's the makeup. Oh, you have an eyelash on your cheek," Phineas told her as he brushed it off her.

She smiled and looked down.
"I guess we have changed. We can't let high school seperate us, can we?" Isabella asked as she looked into his eyes.

"Never. We'll always stick together. I even have a few inventions stocked up. Maybe you and the others can come over and we can all work on it like old times," Phineas said as he held her hand.

"That'd be perfect," Isabella concluded as she kissed him on the cheek.

She got up and walked out.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow, Phineas," Isabella called as she let herself out.

Isabella has changed. Do I like it?' Phineas thought.

"Very much," he replied to himself aloud.

"What do you like very much, brother," Ferb asked now out of the room.

A/N: Funny thing here is, this is all you get. Maybe I'll think of something else. This isn't a one-shot, you know. If you're worrying about Can't Get Any Better, I'd be happy to take ideas. I have so many stocked up but I like to keep my options open. Ciao!