A/N: I haven't written a story in a while so I'd like to let you know where this one comes into the picture. This is a story about Phineas and Isabella written purely for fun and I'd like to say I'll finish it, but I get obsessed with something and then drop it suddenly. I'm hoping this is one story I'll complete. I'm having major writers block with the Son of Neptune, but I will try to update soon. I complete forgot where I was going with it. This story is a combination of things. This chapter is probably the only one where I'll actually put this in Isabella's point of view but I thought it might be interesting if you saw what she was thinking first. Because she's supposed to be writing the story. The diary entry I included was the beginning when she decided to write the story about her life and greatest love. I really hope you like this R & R

Prologue

Dear diary,

Sometimes I just don't get him. Like, at all. And I've known him for twelve years. Like the way he has everything so messy but so organized at the same time. Or how every blueprint is so mapped out but he can't figure out my head. Yah, I guess mostly that last one.

It's taken me a long time to understand and now that I do (kind of) I'm not sure I ever wanted to. I mean it kind of takes the mystery out of a person when you know their deepest darkest secrets. So now? My only question is when it will happen. I know it's going to. It has to right? After all that's what she said. No, that's not what I mean! I guess sometimes when I think about him it's hard to speak clearly, let alone pull myself away.

You probably didn't understand a word of this so, let's start at the beginning. It's fun for me to reminisce on when it was normal anyway.

Love,

Is

It all starts at three, like it always does in every perfect story, when the bright ones start to shine and people start to realize who their true friends are. Even though you're new at this whole "life" thing it's still great to find out about yourself.

The day I turned three I didn't have much time to be intuitive or find myself at all. In fact, on my birthday we moved. Away from my dad, away from my mom's stupid abusive relationship, and away from everything I'd really known. I remember waving goodbye to the yellow one-story house we'd once shared. My dad had his arms crossed, standing in the front lawn and my mom had a smarting black/purple eye from where he'd punched her. We had nowhere to go. No place to live. And to top it all off my mom had no job.

So we drove. Just drove to Danville where we just might have a chance. My mom had heard they had some job options that fit her there. That first week we stayed in hotel racking up a bill of practically five hundred dollars that my mom couldn't pay.

It was then that we finally found someone that sympathized. A woman with red hair and pretty eyes who really cared about our state. She took us home to a tiny little place on a suburban street that was probably designed to fit two people instead of the five it currently held, now seven with us.

The moment I walked through the door I knew I was home. It just felt like me. And then suddenly I saw him: the boy of my dreams who I would forever be in love with. He was tall at that age, at least taller than me with chubby cheeks, a cute triangular face and the most adorable button nose that I'd ever seen.

Suddenly, my life was interesting and it was fate when the house across the street foreclosed and we were able to sneak in to the sale.

Our first conversation began the moment I moved in and I'm pretty sure it never ended. It all started with a bow.

"Why do you wear a bow on your head?" I hadn't even realized he'd been look at me.

"What?"

"Why do you wear a bow?"

"Cause it's pretty. Mommy says."

He cocked his head at me then, "You're pretty."

I giggled and curtsied, "Thank you."

He laughed back and stuck out a pinky, "We'll be best friends. Pinky promise?"

Honestly, thinking back, it probably wasn't the most manly thing to ask but at that age, is any guy really?

So at the age of two I was already in love and I had no idea how much in trouble that would get me.