[Okay, I can't think of anything to say. TO THE CHAPTER!]

Phineas' POV
Normally, I'd try to look at the positive side of things. But in this situation, I can't find one. Isabella hasn't shown up for a week! She's usually here every day! Well, I'm going to have to ask her later. Ferb and I already know what we're going to do today!

The garage door slowly opened. I walked in and grabbed my toolbox. As I turned around I saw a familiar raven-haired girl approaching. A metallic clunk sounded as the box dropped to the ground and I took off running towards her.

"Isabella!" I said, hugging her tightly.

"Hi Phineas. Look, I wanted to talk to you about the past week."

"What do you mean by that?"

She sighed. "Phineas, I don't know how to say this without hurting your feelings, so I'm just going to say it. I'm done with you."

"What?"

"Phineas, look, I'm not mad at you in the least. I just think I've spent the past six years of my life hung up on what you're doing."

"What are you talking about, Isabella?"

"It's complicated, Phineas. I gotta go to a Fireside Girls meeting."

"Wow, is it just me, or are some conveniently inconvenient events happening to add tension, as if a mysterious group of authors is controlling everything we say and do as if we're inside some sort of story or TV show?"

"Yeah, I have noticed that. Phineas, I really have to go." She turned her back and began to walk towards the lodge.

"Wow, you really blew it this time," said the voice of a certain 16-year-old who happened to be my sister.

"What do you mean?"

"Phineas, how much more oblivious can you get?"

"Oblivious to what?"

"Exactly! Tell me, Phineas, ever since one week ago, when Isabella kicked you out of her life, have any of your inventions succeeded?"

"Well no, but that's just a coincidence!"

"Sure it is," she said as she closed the door. And it seemed that the magical group of authors decided to play background music.

I walk away
From you my friend
I hope that this
Is not the end
Of all the times we figured out
How to seize the day
And I walk away
Ooh...

Man, if I ever find out any of that mysterious group of authors is, I'm going to have a serious talk with them.
As I began to walk inside, a single salty, hot tear slid down my cheek. This isn't the end. I will make her not mad at me, I swear on my toolbox.

[BOO HOO HOO! :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :(. Please R&R.]