A twenty-year-old soon-to-be Candace Johnson sat on the bed of her apartment she shared with her boyfriend and fiancé, Jeremy Johnson. Her phone was held up to her ear as she chatted away with her best friend, Stacy.
"So anyway, we're still deciding on dates for the wedding. Jeremy thinks Suzy of all kids should be the flower girl but I disagree. Do you think I'm overreacting about her? I mean, she can't ruin a whole wedding all by…hang on Stacy, call waiting. Hello?"
"Hey Candace! I need help!" Upon hearing the voice of her fourteen-year-old biological brother, Candace laughed out loud.
"Me? Help you?" without waiting for a response from the help-seeking teenager, Candace switched her call back to Stacy. "So, what do you think?"
"About what?" Stacy asked from the other line.
"Suzy! Flower girl or not?" Candace almost shouted into the phone, making Stacy pull it away from her ear.
"I dunno, Candace. She'd be awfully cute, but…" Candace interrupted her pondering friend at the sound of beep signaling another call waiting.
"Hang on Stace, got another call waiting." She pressed the button on her phone to receive the call, and didn't hesitate with her 'greeting'.
"Alright whaddaya need?" She said, knowing instantly it was Phineas Flynn, her younger (and most annoying, in her opinion) brother.
"Help! I need advice!" He said, sounding…desperate. Something he didn't normally sound like.
"You. Need advice. From me? What could you need advice from me on, Mister Summer-Belongs-To-Me?" Candace said, implying that her little bro wouldn't need advice, being the genius he was, already getting ready to go to collage next fall.
"Well, I figured you'd know more about the subject than I would, because you're…"
"Me? Know more about something than you?" Candace said. But she hadn't let Phineas finish.
"…getting married soon…"
"Oohhh! I get it now, you need relationship advice!" Candace said, in almost a teasing manner. Phineas nervously laughed.
"Yeah…care to help me ask a girl out?" He asked. Candace smiled.
"You bet your boots buster! You just gotta answer one teeny tiny question first," Candace bargained.
"Yeah?" Phineas asked, clearly relieved that his older sis had agreed to be his help in planning this operation.
"Who's the girl?" Candace sprung the question, even though she already knew the answer. She just wanted to hear it come right out of her bro's mouth. It was something he'd never admitted, but everyone excluding the girl he liked knew. He'd been crushing on her for over a year now, and she'd been crushing on him for longer than she could remember. The only problem was:
Neither of them knew their feelings for the other.
"I'll admit it if you promise you'll help me come up with a creative way to ask her out," Phineas verified. Candace sighed and almost laughed but caught herself. She nodded, but remembering she was on the phone and he couldn't see her, replied:
"Sure, whatever, as long as you admit you have a crush on the girl 'cross the street."
Phineas groaned. "Caaandaaacee!"
The teen's older sister giggled in a teasing manner, as she knew she was correct. "I wanna hear you say it out loud. Say her name and that you have a crush on her."
"Fine. Just don't tell her or anything, kay?" Phineas said. He took a deep breath before blurting out:
"I'vehadacrushonIsabellaforoverayearokay?" (Translation: I've had a crush on Isabella for over a year, okay?)
"I've been waiting to hear those words for over a year," Candace mocked. She could hear her brother's facepalm through the phone. "Just doing my job, little bro."
"Thanks a lot, big sis."