A/N: I'm a dommkoph. And a liar. But I have reasons! I've been feeling uninspired about 'The Secret's Finally Out', and to get myself into the mood for writing, I work on other pieces. I've been working on this piece (doing little bits at a time) for a while now, and yes, it is quite short. But, this is a sorry present for all of you guys who are waiting for me to update my other story.

Also, I finish school on Wednesday, so I will likely be updating often for the rest of June and July, because I'm going to be bored, as my sister (Black Angel) will still be in school until then, and I don't really hang out with my friends outside of school.

This is set after the movie, so it you don't want spoilers (there aren't many, I don't think), then I suggest you don't read this.

Love, Snowflake

P.S. Hope you enjoy, and aren't mad at me Xxx

It wasn't a vivid memory, just a brief smell, a tingle on some parts of the body, and a taste of something that hadn't been tasted before.

Whenever a fedora was seen, the memory would enhance, ever so slightly. The tingles would come back, stronger than before.

Could you imagine what actually feeling her lips pressed against his would do to his recollection of the event?

Gasping, Phineas pulled his lips away from Isabella's, a smile on his face as he questioned her name, the same way he did in his now vivid memory. He remembered the feel of her lips on his, and spaciousness of the room they were in, and the taste that could only be described as 'Isabella'; the taste was otherwise indescribable.

Luckily, for Perry and the OWCA, he didn't remember much more than the girl in front of him, looking shyly down at her feet, who had kissed him, and the way her lips felt against his. He didn't remember his pet's secret, and didn't remember the day spent in the other dimension.

Phineas blinked, shook his head, and then put his fingers beneath the raven haired girl's chin, forcing her to face him. He could see the bright red blush that stained her cheeks, a shade in which matched his fiery hair. A ghost of a smile was evident on her face, but only those who knew her well enough would know this.

The inventor dipped his head down slightly, capturing the Fireside girl's lips with his own. Their lips moved together in an unknown rhythm, and, to them, time stood still. Unfortunately, the need for oxygen became too strong, and they reluctantly pulled away, gasping for breath, and still staring into each other's eyes.

Finally, Phineas caught his breath and asked the question he had been wanting to ask girl-from-across-the-street for months now.

"Isabella, will you go out with me?"

And, in a split second, he had his answer, in the form of the girl's lips pressing against his own, his back pressed up against the trunk of his beloved tree. He loved that tree, but he loved the girl in his arms even more.