"Isabella, you're the best!"
That's the moment I fell in love with her. I knew she felt for me before I did her. She wanted me to realize her feelings. To like her the way she did me. But I can't let myself risk our friendship. We are still so young. I still act dumb sometimes. Ferb said to just let things happen. If it's meant to be, it will happen. It tears me up to be around her half the time. I want to take her in my arms every time I see her now. I'm more careful around all of our friends than when its only Isabella and me. Ferb notices things though. He always does. He's the one who told me about Isabella's crush on me in the beginning of summer.
"Do you notice how Isabella looks at you?" he asked one night in our bedroom. I was spotting all of the clouds on the ceiling, illuminated by Ferb's bedside lamp he was using to read.
I turned my head to face him. He looked at me curiously. "What do you mean?"
Ferb blinked, "She likes you, you know."
I shrugged, "Isabella likes all of us."
"No," Ferb shook his head, "She likes you. Not like she likes the rest of us."
I propped myself on my elbow, "You're saying she likes me? Like, like-like?"
"Yes."
I spent that whole night thinking about Isabella. I hesitated before doing things for her for a while after that. Did she really feel like that about me? I began watching her closer. The more she did, the more I realized Ferb was right. Isabella had a big crush on me. I didn't realize the fluttering in my chest right away. But the closer Isabella gets, the harder my heart beats. It aches sometimes when she's away. I try to keep myself from letting my own feelings show. Luckily, even though she enjoys the attention, she doesn't seem to notice when I slip.
At the party the night I fell in love with her, I gave Isabella some of what she had been wanting all summer. I gave her more attention than ever before. Ferb encouraged me with a thumbs up once in a while. Isabella loved that night. I loved that night.
I know there was a time when Isabella kissed me. I know it. I can feel it when I think about it. But it's so fuzzy. I only remember how I felt. It's like it was a dream that I forgot about right away, but I know it wasn't. It really happened. I just wish I remembered it. Ferb doesn't remember anything. I won't ask Isabella. I don't want to jeopardize our friendship for the sake of my curiosity.