A/N: And...my second request! I have a couple more lined up, but it may take me a few weeks, with updating TNSPM and rehearsals for musicals and CRCT tests and a family reunion. But whatever. I'll post it when I post it. A friend of mine once told me that the loose updating schedule was the best thing about requested one-shots :3

Little Talks (by Of Monsters and Men) Request by ThePerfect10

Phineas, I don't know about this one," Isabella looked up at the beautiful three story colonial house in front of her—she was considering buying it with her husband. It had majestic white columns, and a beautiful wrap-around porch, along with a giant and lush backyard, hopefully for the children she wanted to have one day. But the twenty-two year old newly-wed didn't notice any of that. "I mean, I don't think I'm going to like walking around in this old and empty house when you're at work, or on business trips."

"Don't worry, my dear," Phineas knew he sounded incredibly corny with this comment, but he was making an effort for his new wife. He knew he wasn't nearly as romantic as the men in movies she liked to rent in their little apartment on Friday nights. He figured she deserved better sometimes, so he tried his best. "Hold my hand, and I'll walk with you inside."

Isabella smiled. She reached out and took Phineas' hand, and they walked into the house. As Isabella had predicted, the house was empty and dusty. It probably hadn't been occupied in years—it was a huge and expensive property, something Phineas and Isabella could only afford because of Phineas and his brother's incredibly successful inventing company. Isabella turned her head this way and that, her frown deepening.

"What's wrong, Izzy?" Phineas asked. He actually liked this house, but he could tell Isabella had found something wrong with it. It was killing him to see Isabella unhappy with the houses they had seen.

"It's just…all the space," Isabella admitted. "I feel like I'm drowning compared to our tiny loft uptown."

"Then I'll build a salt-water powered cruise ship to carry you back to shore," Phineas smiled gently, bringing the back of Isabella's hand to his mouth and kissing it lightly.

"Phineas, stop, you're making it hard to complain," Isabella pouted. "I just feel like something in my head is holding me back from anything this large."

"Would you tell your head that I miss talking with my carefree wife?" Phineas teased, knowing very well that it would make Isabella smile, at least. Sure enough, her mouth turned slightly upwards. "And remember how when we were young, we used to play in my backyard all the time? Imagine that for…for our kids." Phineas was uncomfortable with admitting that he wanted children, but Isabella's smile grew slightly.

"I just don't know if I'm wrong to be so cautious or right to be careful," Isabella looked around the grand entrance of the house. "I mean, could I really make this place look like a home?"

"I think your mind is playing tricks on you," Phineas tapped her lightly on the head. "Trust me, if anyone can fix this place up, then its home decorator extraordinaire Isabella Garcia-Shapiro Flynn."

"Fine, don't listen to a word I say," Isabella turned away in anger. He wasn't taking this seriously enough; this was where her children would grow up. She wanted perfection.

"All you're arguments sound the same, Izzy," Phin countered. It was true; she kept repeating the same things, at least in his mind.

"You know what? Who cares?" Isabella spat, turning on Phineas with an incredible amount of venom in her voice. "I'll just wait in the car; the choice is up to you." And Isabella stormed out of the building.

But Phineas knew the choice wasn't up to him. He had learned that when Isabella said something was okay, it usually wasn't. That's why he found love so confusing sometimes. Immediately after she slammed the doors of the old home, Phineas wanted to call her back, to apologize. "But you're gone, gone, gone, and I just watched you disappear," he whispered. It was too late—he should've called to her as soon as she'd snapped at him. She wouldn't care now.

Phineas could swear that he felt a lingering bit of Isabella—almost a ghost—next to him as he gazed helplessly around the large, open entry to the house, light streaming over him from the large windows. They we're torn apart, and there was nothing he could build to fix a gap that wide. Isabella would have to make that choice. "Just wait for me Izzy," Phineas said tiredly, and he walked out of the house.

He found Isabella sitting in the passenger's seat of their small car with her arms crossed. She didn't look at him. He silently walked to the other side of the car and slid into the driver's seat, starting the car with the thumbprint scanner he had installed. They drove in an awkward quiet for a few minutes.

"Why aren't you talking!?" Isabella burst out so suddenly that Phineas actually swerved on the road, earning angry beep beeps from other drivers.

Phineas stared straight ahead. "Isabella, don't listen to a word I said." If he hadn't said her name, there would've have been no sign that he was addressing her.

"Ph—Phineas?" Isabella sounded hesitant. No matter how angry Phineas got at her, he never stopped talking, or ignored her completely.

"Don't listen to a word I said about the house," Phineas' eyes flickered from the road to his wife for a split second before addressing the steering wheel again. "There are a lot of different truths. I you love the house, you hate it. We're both right. If you don't like it, then it's completely out of the picture, okay?" At that, they stopped at a red light, and he finally turned to face her. His eyes were full of pain at giving up the house he loved, but he held it inside the best he could to make his Izzy happy. This pain wasn't lost on Isabella.

Isabella took a deep breath. "I agree, the truth varies," she began, catching Phineas' attention. He hadn't expected her to answer.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she gave a small smile. "But this time, I think your truth is right."

Phineas' eyes widened as he realized what she was saying. "You mean…?"

Isabella beamed. "Well, I'm sure your salt-water powered cruise ship will rescue me before I drown in all the empty space. And besides—one day that house with be filled with kids."

Phineas grinned like a maniac. "So…I can but it?"

"Go ahead."

And with that, Phineas swerved into an illegal U-turn. "Phineas!" Isabella protested, grabbing her seat and clenching her fingers. "That's against the law!"

"Sorry," he gave her a lop-sided grin. "But I just really, really, enjoyed our little talk."

A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know it's a lil short. But I was pressed for time, okay? Reviews!

Sabrina06: Okay, your request is next in line, but remember my spastic schedule please. I'll try and update before two weeks are up, if possible. You understand about these things, I know, but I wanted to keep you posted. :3

sydneyt6: You're second in line, so look around for an update; you'll be in about two chapters or so

14AmyChan: So sorry I used the wrong song! I used the one by Train, not Glee. I hope you still like me, and don't want to repeatedly bomb me with pies and rotten fruit XD.

Random Guest (Guest): Well, he wasn't expecting a certain pointy-nosed teenage to be snooping around with his socks :D!

Whythis: Thanks, I really like how it turned out.

ThePerfect10: How do you like your songfic? BTW, I actually had never heard he song before you requested it, and now I love it! Ha, thanks for the new taste in music c:

Well guys, that's it. Please don't forget to review, you have no idea how much I constantly sneak my phone out during class just to see if anyone's said anything nice about my stories! Oh, and I have something amazing to report: I've been on Fanfiction since only last week, and I've had a whopping 1,580 views and 852 visitors! I feel so much more popular than I am in real life! (Cuz I'm kinda a dorktacular nerdy book worm who's obsessed with fictional people)

Okay then, Ciao!

-Cutie