A/N 1: Happy Friday guys!
Phineas leaned against the mustang, taking in the sights around him. His friends were having fun; Ferb dancing around to the blaring music while Isabella danced on the tailgate of the truck. His eyes swept the rest of the lake. "Huh. Wonder where Buford and Baljeet went?"
"Come here. I want you to dance with me."
"Huh?" The red head started as his brother walked over, taking him by the hand and leading the two of them to the middle of the clearing. Right as a slow dance song came on. "Uh Bro?"
The other boy put a finger to his lips. "Shh. Don't speak."
He blushed as Ferb put one hand on his shoulder, the other encircling his waist. "You know Ferb, I appreciate that you wanna dance with me, but...this is kinda...well, weird."
"Phineas!" Isabella waved at him from the truck bed. "Come dance with me!"
"Besides, there's someone else I kinda wanna dance with." He gently took his brother's hands, removing them from his shoulder and waist before walking away.
Ferb called after him. "It's all good man! I can dance by myself!"
Phineas laughed, coming to a stop next to the truck bed. He casually draped an arm over the side, watching as Isabella danced around. His eyes traveled up her body, coming to a stop at the denim shorts before traveling to her stomach. He gulped, taking several chugs of water before clearing his throat, attempting to sound casual. "Hey Isabella. Whatcha doin?"
"My phrase! You said my phrase!" She giggled, dancing as he came around to the back of the truck.
"Hey, have you seen Buford and Baljeet anywhere?"
She only giggled, pointing to the back corner of the truck bed. "Oh yeah. They're having fun."
Phineas peered into the corner, his face turning bright red at the sight of his two friends curled up in the back, making out. "Oh. Well...guess I found them then."
"You didn't find them," Isabella protested. "I did!"
"You're a little drunk Izzy."
"No I'm not." She swayed slightly, grabbing onto the edge of the truck for support before standing back up. She went to take a sip of her drink, only for the cup to tip over, spilling down her front. "Oops."
Phineas felt his breath catch as he watched the whiskey run down her body, the droplets seeming to sparkle in the moonlight. He gave an awkward cough before extending his hand to her. "Come on; let's get you off the tailgate."
"Why?"
"Because you're tipsy and you might fall."
"I'm not tips-ah!" The girl gave a loud shriek as her foot caught between the tailgate and truck bed. "Phineas!"
He chucked the water bottle to the side, holding his arms out and catching her bridal style. Before he realized what he was doing, the red head pulled her to his chest, stroking her hair. "Shh...it's alright. I got you."
She sniffled into his t-shirt, slightly pulling at him before giving a final sniff. She looked up, slowly running a hand down the right side of his face before reaching up and kissing him.
Phineas stood stock still, his heart racing as Isabella's lips left his, slowly kissing his cheek, chin and nose before gently placing tiny kisses down his neck. He took a shuddering breath, legs shaking as one of her hands traveled down to the hem of his t-shirt, slowly lifting it up.
He stopped the motion and she looked up at him. The red head leaned down, ready to kiss her when he came to his senses. "Whoa whoa whoa."
"What's wrong?" she slurred.
"Izzy, you're drunk." He gently set her down, taking the empty Dixie cup from her and setting it off to the side before wrapping an arm around her. "Come on; let's go sit down by the lake for awhile. You need to sober up."
A/N 2: Yeah, I know. Short chapter. More to come tomorrow, so stay tuned!
