Textbooks and Turmoil

A/N: I do not own Phineas and Ferb. Never have nor ever will. Hey guys! I'm sorry I haven't been on lately, I'm going to a new school and it's been quite an adjustment, so, yeah. Right now I'm on my winter break so I thought: why don't I get started up again on Fan Fiction? And so now I'm here again!

[Isabella POV]

It was the night of the senior prom for the students, and recent-graduates of Danville High School. The dance floor was flooded with what looked like a sea of kids, all of them dancing and laughing and just goofing off in general. I kept fiddling with my beautifully manicured hands, nervous because he was looking at me, smiling.

Phineas, in a fancy-looking tuxedo with a garnet tie, walked up to me. The way that the disco ball glinted off of his fiery, orange hair made my eyes practically gape in awe. "Isabella, would you mind having this dance?" He asked, holding his right hand out like a gentleman. I giggled sheepishly, my mind unable to process words properly at the moment, and took his hand.

He spun me gently counter-clockwise, and then pulled my body into his. He wrapped his arms around me, his soft, gentle hands slowly making their way down my shoulders, over my shoulder blades, down my back, until they finally rested on my slender hips. He flashed his 600-watt smile at me, and I beamed right back at him, thankful that Gretchen's mother was a dentist and had whitened my teeth to a perfect ivory.

I wrapped my arms around his body, pushing him closer to me. We started to dance in little baby-steps, our steps in almost perfect sync. The sound my heels made on the polished oak floor mimicked the sound of a cricket chirping on a warm summer night.

Phineas inched closer and closer to me, until I could feel my pelvis being pushed into his. Luckily, I knew he wasn't the type of guy to grind-dance. As a proud Fireside Girl and what most would call a "goody-two-shoes", that wasn't my type of thing.

I then realized that while I was so busy paying attention to all of these inconsequential details of what was going on around me, that I had completely and utterly ignored the signals that Phineas was sending me. He was staring deeply into my eyes, as if he could try to see far enough through my eyes and into my brain. "Sorry," I muttered under my breath, my cheeks a bit flustered.

Phineas chuckled softly, a sound so pleasant and seductive it made the hairs on my arms rise in goose bumps. "Don't worry about it. I'm obviously just incapable of expressing my desires through body language." He said, his hands moving up and entwining themselves in my long, luscious dark brown hair that was curled into tight ringlets.

It seemed like just by instinct I moved my arms up, slowly and gently wrapping them around his neck. He leaned in even closer, which was almost impossible considering we were practically halfway into each other's rib cages already, and pressed his lips to mine.

A tremor of pleasure slowly washed over my body, and for a second I thought I was unconscious, but no, here I was, passionately kissing the boy that I'd had a crush on since we were ten, the boy who had been my best friend up until this year, and the same boy who I had lost my innocence to two nights ago after graduation.

Phineas and I were so absorbed in the kiss that we hadn't heard the music stop and Veronica Stanfield, the Student Council President, speaking on the microphone. In fact, we probably could have remained kissing for the rest of the prom if the entire ballroom hadn't suddenly erupted into a wave of cheers and claps.

We both pulled away from each other, a bit dazed and confused as to what was currently going on. I bit my lip, suddenly realizing that everyone's attention was turned to us. Heck, even the blinding white spotlight was being shone on us. Adyson walked up behind me, whispering the answer to my unasked questions in my ear.

"You and Phineas are the Prom King and Queen." She whispered. My mouth dropped in shock, and I stared at Phineas, his expression still twisted in confusion. Before I could explain, Veronica came back on the microphone again.

"Congratulations to the Class of 2018 Prom King and Queen, Phineas Flynn and Isabella Garcia-Shapiro!" Veronica explained, signaling another whole chorus of cheers and squeals. Phineas gaped in shock, and then flashed an overjoyed smile at me, picking me up wedding-style and onto the huge, wooden stage where two thrones decked out in blue and green, the school's colors, were placed.

He gently lowered me into the first throne, whilst Veronica along with Mrs. Ackerman, our class advisor, placed a shimmery gold tiara over my head. The tiara was covered in breathtaking turquoise and emerald stones, that were arranged in a pattern which spelled "2018". On the edges of the tiara were little diamond versions of a lion, our school mascot.

Mr. Esposito, our school principal, placed an equally awe-inspiring crown upon Phineas's head. It seemed to match my tiara perfectly, except instead of the turquoise, emerald pattern that my gemstones were arranged in, his were the exact opposite.

The photographer came up onto the stage, setting up his camera to take a photograph of this completely perfect moment. I was with Phineas, the boy I had an extremely huge crush on, and we were crowned as the Prom King and Queen. If only this weren't a daydream…

"Miss Garcia-Shapiro, Miss Garcia-Shapiro!" Mr. Ferman said, trying to get my attention. I snapped out of my fantasy and looked around the room, trying to grasp upon what the class was currently working on.

"Um, yes," I sputtered, seeing that everyone was staring at me. I could feel my cheeks beginning to grow much warmer. Ugh, I hated how often I blushed. It was just so…embarrassing.

"Do you have an answer to my question?" He asked, his eyes narrowing at me, looking displeased. "Um," I tried to stall, but he wouldn't buy it. "Shelby, could you please answer my question. It seems Miss Garcia-Shapiro was too wrapped up in her daydreams to focus on my lesson." He said, his tone bitter when referring to me.

"A subject pronoun is a pronoun that takes the place of a certain subject. It can be either plural or singular, and when in a singular tense can be reflected based upon the gender of the subject." Shelby Wilcox, the smartest student in the entire sixth grade, replied. "Thank you, Shelby. Now class, if you could turn to page 196 in your grammar textbooks for the last five minutes of class I'd like you to copy the table of subject pronouns. Also, tonight for homework you will have pages 27 to 33 in your grammar workbooks." Mr. Ferman explained, walking back to his desk.

I took out my purple binder labeled "English" in my fancy cursive on the cover, and began to copy the table on 196. Thoughts of the daydream I just had began to work their way back into my head, but I tried to shoo them away. This was only my second class of the day, and it was also my second time getting into trouble for daydreaming. I really had to stop.

The bell rang, signaling class was over. Adyson and Holly walked over to me since we had third period gym together. "Another Phineas daydream?" Holly asked. "Yes," I replied sheepishly. They both sighed. "You know, you really need to try and stop daydreaming during class. Mr. Ferman looked really agitated after that." Adyson said. "I know," I mumbled, a bit ashamed of myself. I really, really, really had to stop daydreaming about Phineas…

Thanks for reading, and please review. Also, do you think I did a good job of keeping Isabella in character? Sometimes I have a few issues in first-person point of view keeping them in character. I will try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible, so stay tuned!