CHAPTER 1- So, I'm not sure how this is going to work. This is a spin off (sort of) of a story by wfea called Last Call. Danny Phantom fanfiction, for anyone who wants to go look at that amazing work of art.

Anyway, I asked if I could do a story like that but for Phineas and Ferb, because it really got me inspired. Thanks wfea!

Let me know what you think, and I don't own Phineas and Ferb. Stupid Dan and Swampy….

This takes place while Phineas and Ferb are on their road trip...so some of this might be a little familiar.

Read on….please?

GENERAL POV

Isabella flopped back on her bed and scrolled through her playlist on her iPod early on Monday morning. Failing to see anything that interested her at the moment, she pressed shuffle with her thumb and grabbed the latest issue of Tween Bleep Magazine, settling back into her pillows.

She set it down a moment later when the song she least expected to start playing started playing. She looked down at her iPod and smiled faintly.

"Huh. Live Like We're Dying," she murmured. She glanced at the artist: Kris Allen. She frowned, not remembering the song all that well. She blinked as a particular set of lyrics leapt out at her:

If your plane fell out of the skies, who would you call with your last goodbyes?

Isabella smiled and shut off her iPod, and she immediately reached for her phone, going through her contacts list. "I know exactly who I'd call," she said, her finger stopping on Phineas' name.

She paused. But what would she tell him? Well, besides the obvious. Isabella sighed and set down her phone. Was Phineas really the one she would need to talk to in her last few minutes?

Isabella got up and began pacing the floor, waking Pinky up in the process. She glanced over briefly at the dog before resuming her pacing.

"I don't know, Pinky, who would I call? I mean, my first thought is Phineas, or you know, my mom, but they both know that I love them…..well, Phineas, he kind of does."

Isabella paused in her longwinded commentary and frowned. "But…..I don't know, who would I need to talk to?"

She glanced at Pinky and then shook her head. "I obviously am losing it if I'm expecting you to answer back…..maybe I should talk to Mom."

Pinky barked and Isabella opened her door and walked down the stairs, her phone clutched in her hand. She found her mother in the kitchen, rolling out dough for something or other. Vivian Garcia-Shapiro looked up as Isabella entered and smiled.

"Good morning, Isa. Did you sleep well?" she asked as she rolled out the dough.

Isabella frowned and slid into her usual place at the kitchen table. She placed her phone in front of her and glared at it. Vivian noticed the look on her daughters face and she wiped her hands on a towel and sat down across from her. "Isa? You OK?"

Isabella glanced up. "Yeah. Mom, I was listening to this song, and this one line, it got me thinking: who would I call if I only had five minutes left to live?"

Vivian gave a smile. "I would assume Phineas."

Isabella shook her head. "Yeah, that's what I thought too, but if I only had five minutes to live, what would be the point of me telling him that I like him? It wouldn't change anything if I was about to die. It would just make him more depressed if he found out I liked him right before my plane went ker-splut onto the ground."

Vivian frowned as she pondered her daughter's words. "You have a point. Well, then think of it this way: who do you have unfinished business with? Who do you need to thank, or apologize to? Make it count, Isa. That's all I can tell you."

Vivian patted Isabella's hand, stood up, and returned to her dough. Isabella looked at the phone for a long time before she had someone come to mind. She smiled. "Yeah…thanks Mom!"

Vivian glanced up and grinned. "No problem sweetie. Are you going to Phineas and Ferb's?"

Isabella sighed. "No. They're on that road trip, remember? But I do have a phone call to make."

Isabella walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, staring at her phone some more. She needed to call him. To apologize….and thank him.

Isabella sighed, pulled up her contacts list, and pressed the button.

"I don't know, Ferb, I'm telling you, it's physically impossible for an armadillo to carry a baby peacock on its back," Phineas said, shaking his head.

Candace groaned and pulled her pillow over her head. She didn't even know how this conversation had started, let alone why. "Phineas, could you just shush and go to sleep already? I'm pretty sure Ferb's sleeping, anyways!"

Ferb moaned. "How could I? He's been talking for twenty minutes."

Candace snorted. Linda poked her head back into the closed off section. "Phineas, you guys need to go to sleep. Could you stop pestering Ferb and Candace?"

Phineas grinned and flopped down in bed. "Oh, fine."

Within minutes, snores were coming from his bed. Candace looked at Ferb, who was peering down at his brother. Ferb glanced at Candace, and she rolled her eyes. "How does he do that?"

Ferb shrugged and lay back down in his bed. He groaned a second later as his phone vibrated. Candace sighed. "Whoever it is, Ferb, make it fast."

Ferb glanced at the caller ID and blinked. Isabella? He shook his head and hopped off of his bed. He walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him before answering the still ringing cell.

"Isabella?" he said softly. "What's wrong?"

Isabella frowned. Why was that his first thought?

"Well, you rarely call me unless something's wrong, so…." Ferb raised an eyebrow as he waited for a response.

"Crud," Isabella muttered away from the phone, "did I say that out loud?"

"Isabella?"

Isabella quickly put the phone back to her ear. "So, Ferb….how's the road trip?"

Ferb frowned. That was definitely not why she had called. "That's not what you want," he said quietly.

Isabella sighed. Why could he read her so well, even when he was who knew how many miles away? "You're right, it's not."

Ferb raised an eyebrow. Isabella just knew it. "Well….I called to say…I'm sorry."

Ferb blinked in surprise and pulled the phone away from his ear to stare at it. Did she just-?

"Ferb? Did you hear me?"

Ferb mutely returned the phone to his ear. "Yes."

Isabella knew she wasn't going to get anything else out of the boy. "I'm sorry I never attempted to include you…I always was so focused on Phineas that I never really thought about your feelings. I also called to say thank you."

Ferb shook his head. He was really lacking sleep.

"Thanks…you know, for listening to me rant and rave over Phineas. I never really listened to you, even when you did talk. So….I just wanted to tell you that if you want to talk to me about anything, ever, you can. You know, to repay all the times that you've listened to me."

Ferb took a breath. "Why'd you call to tell me this?"

Isabella paused and drummed her fingers on her coffee table. "I was thinking, if I had five minutes left to live, and I could call one person, who would I call?"

Ferb blinked and leaned on the sink as the RV took a rough turn. "You'd call me? What about Phineas?"

Isabella smiled and switched the phone from her right ear to her left. "I was thinking that, but then I realized that I never really thanked you for anything….besides that handkerchief. And I never said I'm sorry for not noticing you as much. If I did only have five minutes left to live, I'd want you to know that I appreciate everything you've ever done for me. You're a good friend, and I think sometimes I abuse that relationship."

Ferb shook his head and smiled. "You don't do that, but thank you. For calling. I've got to go. It's time for bed."

Isabella winced as she remembered that the Flynn-Fletchers were on a different time schedule. "Sorry. Night Ferb!"

Ferb smiled. "Good morning Isabella."

He snapped the phone shut and exited the bathroom. He climbed into bed and fell asleep to the rumbling road, Phineas' snoring, and Candace sleep busting.

Isabella shut her phone and smiled, leaning back on her couch. Her mother walked in and removed her apron.

"Who'd you call honey?" she asked as she sat down next to Isabella.

Isabella smiled and looked at the phone in her hand. "Someone who needed some recognition."

That's the first chapter. I know it's a little short, but I want to know what you guys think before I go into way more detail.

Should I continue this? I mean, I won't until after my choir comes back from tour anyway, but still. Hey. When I'm done with this one (or maybe before, but after The Search for the Ghost Tablet is complete) you'll see my sequel to Platypus Troubles! Squeal! Ok. Breathing.

R and R!