In Pursuit of Happiness
SUMMARY: A series of one-shots detailing moments in the series from the POV of Isabella Garcia-Shapiro.
A/N: Thanks to those who read and reviewed my last story, I hope this one turns out even better than that one.
Chapter 1: Rollercoaster
Isabella's POV
"Hey Candace, is Phineas-" I watch Candace storm away on her bike, completely ignoring me, "-home?"
Not completely sure of Phineas' whereabouts, I decide to check in the backyard. I reach the gate and open it just enough to see inside, and I see Phineas! My heart races as I open the gate and step inside.
"Hey Phineas," I say, hoping that today would be the day he'd notice the hints I kept dropping.
"Hey Isabella," he replies, obviously not even really aware that I'm in his backyard.
"Whatcha doin'?" I ask, still hopeful.
"Building a Rollercoaster!"
"In your backyard?"
"Some of it."
At this point, I have to wonder, has Phineas gone crazy?
"Wow. Isn't that kind of… impossible?"
"Some might say."
Even though I am still worried about his sanity, I am quite inspired by his determination, then I realize that we're not alone in the backyard, deciding that it's not fair to Ferb to leave him out, I turn his direction and wave.
"Hey Ferb!"
Ferb waves back with his hammer, then goes back to building. I turn to Phineas.
"Does your step-brother ever talk?"
"Ferb? He's more of a man of action."
I wince when I see Ferb accidentally hit himself with his hammer, then go back to talking to Phineas.
"I was gonna go to the pool, you wanna go swimming?" I ask, hoping that he'll say yes and we can have some time together.
"Kind of in the middle of something here!"
I'm stunned, his blatant rudeness has come as a shock to my already breaking heart.
"Oh… right. Okay, I'll see you later then!" I'm actually not sure why I promised him to see him later, considering how much he'd just hurt me, but I had to keep up my cheerful persona somehow.
"Okay," Phineas turns back to Ferb and asks him something about rivets as I leave the backyard, I manage to make it across the street to my bedroom before I break down crying.
A/N: Aw, poor Isabella. I just thought I'd throw the whole crying thing in as a glance into her character.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Phineas and Ferb, that honor goes to Dan Povenmire and Jeff "Swampy" Marsh.