Author's Note: Okay... I have a lot of explaining to do so I'll try and wrap it up quickly. I've been somewhat depressed, and I lost faith in my writing skills. I believed myself to be an awful writer and saw no point in continuing on any of my six stories. Over the past few months I've been focusing more on programming and technology as my main hobbies but a few days ago I looked in my emails and saw that three people had started following this story. It broke my heart because I had given up on something that other people were finding an interest in, so I couldn't abandon it. So thanks for following and favoriting it. I'm doing this, I have the courage to do so now!

Phineas woke up several hours later not entirely sure what had become of him. He was laying on his bed, comfortably, without any recollection of how he got there. He had no memory of the night before which was odd since his normally ecstatic, over the top nature is what they used to try and beat the previous day and thus had to remember what they did in order to make the following afternoon more adventurous. So after rattling his brain for a few minutes without any progress, the choice was made to consult his brother about the previous day.

He made his way downstairs, following the soft smell of pancakes to the kitchen where he presumed Ferb would be, but he wasn't there. Upon further searching through the house it became apparent that Ferb wasn't there, and neither was Candace. Come to think of it, no one was there at all. The house was completely empty, and there wasn't a note to be found to represent where the Flynn-Fletcher family had gone.

"Where did everyone go?" He asked himself before promptly opening up his phone and attempting calling Isabella.

At the Garcia-Shapiro, Isabella was laying in her bed slightly crying into her pillow. The tears were dripping from her face, staining the pillowcase, as she continued to think about what had happened the night before. She couldn't bear to realize that what happened last night could ruin her friendship and possible life with Phineas.

"What... w-was I... th-thinking?..." The words sputtered out between gasps of air and coughing into her bedsheets. "Why... d-did I kiss him?... He must be so confused... Or worse... What if he hates me for it?!..."

She buried her face under the covers in shame and fear just before her phone began to vibrate on the little purple nightstand next to her. Looking over she saw that it was Phineas calling her and so picked it up, answered it, and braced for an outburst on the other end.

Instead of yelling and screaming as she originally expected, she was relieved to hear a cheerful, young, triangle-headed boy ask if she knew where his family was today. Naturally, her response was "No, I'm sorry I don't..." since her face has been suffocated in a bedtime marshmallow all morning.

"Oh, that's too bad. I'm kind of worried since they didn't leave a note or anything."

"Well have you called them to see where they were?"

"No... I probably should though."

"Well, I'd be worried if you were staying at your house alone... Would you like to come over? I'm sure my mama wouldn't mind you staying for a little while. It's just not safe..." That being said, as Phineas was giving his response she got up and started heading downstairs to tell her mom about what was going on.

"Oh really? Thanks, Isabella!"

"Sure, no prob." She responded before peeking into the kitchen. "Hey mama, Phineas's family isn't home for some reason. Would you have any problem with him staying over for a little bit?"

"Oh of course not Isa. Has he eaten breakfast yet?"

"Not sure... Hey Phineas, have you had anything to eat yet?"

"No, not yet. I was just going to eat some cereal really quick."

Vivian heard this and swiped the phone out of her daughter's hand. "No Phineas, you come straight over here. I was just about to start making breakfast, and it's not safe for you to stay there any longer than you already have."

"Alright then, I'll be right over Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro." The phone was then hung up and handed back over to Isabella. She decided to get a quick shower to fix her hair before he walked over, and within roughly fifteen minutes there was a knocking at the front door signaling the arrival of their expected guest.

Isabella ran over to the door as quick as she could, coming to a streaking halt before she collided with it. Quickly she straightened out her skirt a bit, adjusted her bow, and twirled her hair for a second before opening the door to her night's dream.

"Hey Phineas," Came out of her mouth in a bit more dreamy of a tone than usual. "What'cha doing?"

"Still trying to figure out a couple things. I don't know where anyone went, and I'm having trouble remembering what exactly happened last night."

This shattered Isabella's mental track for a moment. "What does he mean he doesn't remember?" All this time she believed he was perfectly okay with what happened. Now it all became clear... "Oh... Y-you, don't remember... w-what happened last night?..."

"I'm afraid I don't." He glanced to the side of him for a second before continuing, "Maybe you can help me?"

"O-of course..." And with a huge hole in her heart, she walked inside and lead him into the dining room for breakfast.

The meal itself was alright, though the conversation was nothing special. Her mama remarked about how tall Phineas had gotten, they ate their breakfast burritos, and then split up from the table. Vivian went to clean up the kitchen, Phineas ended up watching some television, and Isabella climbed up the stairs to go cry some more in her bedroom. That's all she did nowadays.

Every day she would go out to see what Phineas was up to, drop a few hints, and then return home to realize she had once again gotten nowhere with him. The days were spent adventuring, and the nights were spent crying for lovesick self to sleep. However, this time was different. In the night she went to bed happy, ecstatic in fact. It was just all wrong.

"How could he forget that I kissed him last night?..." She began to think to herself and tears began to well up behind her eyelids. "I know he passed out after I did... But surely he should remember... right? Unless I was dreaming, just as I was afraid I would be. But it just felt so real. The feeling of his lips on mine... The touch of his shirt as I pulled him into it... The sound he made when he fell back into the cockpit..."

Suddenly there was a knock at her door and she swiftly made to clean the tears off her face before calling out, "Come in!"

Phineas opened the door and poked his head between the small crack. "Hey Isabella, are you okay up here?"

"Y-yeah," she lied between small takes of breath. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but you did seem a little upset when you went up here."

A tear suddenly formed in her eye that couldn't be helped. She fell backward onto her bed and broke down in front of him. The tears began trickling down her cheeks as the entire world began to collapse before her. The air around the room felt heavy, and the scent of the strawberry shampoo didn't mix well with the taste of salt on the tip of her lips.

Never in his life did such a rush take over him. Within seconds he went from the door to kneeling by the side of her bed, trying to comfort her. "What happened to her? She was fine just a moment ago..." "Isabella?..." He gently placed his right hand on top of hers, using his other to grip onto the mattress and keep him from falling over.

There was a moment's pause before she pulled up hand away from him and turned over in her bed, encasing herself in the blanket in the hopes of keeping him away. Slowly her thoughts began to attack her from under her cotton igloo. "You took it too far too quickly Isabella. Did you really think that kissing him then was a good idea? He gave you a small innocent peck on the cheek, and you had to be selfish didn't you?"

Over and over the self-ridicule came as Phineas sat on the bed with his back towards her. "This isn't like her..." He thought to himself, "What would cause her to freak out like this?"

For nearly an hour the situation continued as a stalemate with Phineas confusedly trying to connect situations, and Isabella battling her fears under the sheets. Neither moved, neither spoke, and neither made any progress with their doubts. As time slipped passed at times they would try and work the courage to start a conversation, then would slowly falter as it once again dawned on them the situation they were in. Two best friends sitting right next to each other, and no one could be farther apart than they were at that very moment.

The time continued to turn past them. Thirty minutes, forty-five, two hours. By the time one o'clock hit, the silence was only broken by Vivian coming upstairs with some snacks for the kids. A loud couple knocks came from the door, making Isabella jump up from the bed and onto the floor from the sudden presence of sound. Phineas opened that door and accepted the small cracker sandwiches she made downstairs. Once the door was closed and the silence returned, he set the tray down on the nightstand and walked over to the other side of the bed, sitting down next to the only girl left in the room.

As he sat down she flinched slightly out of nervousness, still covering herself with the blanket, minus her face. He noticed this but didn't mention it, not wanting to make it any worse for either of them. Instead, he started off by simply asking, "What's going on Isabella?"

Though it took a minute to respond she eventually did. With a small, anxious swallow, she began to ask, "Do you really not remember what happened last night?"

"I'm afraid I don't... We were in Paris, I walked around with you for a bit, we got home, I had a small bit of stage fright as Ferb put it, and then I woke up in bed this morning with everyone missing."

This isn't what she ideally wanted to hear, but it was the best she would get. "You blacked out during the welcome home party. We were trying to figure out if I was dreaming so you kissed me on the cheek... And I..." At this point she pulled her knees to her chest under the covers, not wanting to continue but knowing she had to. "I sort of forced you into a kiss..."

Phineas was internally shocked at this, doing his best not to show it. In his mind he was having a type of inner argument with himself that went something like, "How have I forgotten about this?"

"I don't know, you're one of those special kids who tends to forget about things related to romance."

"I don't try to I just miss things."

"Yes, such as in Paris where you missed quite a few "things"."

"Okay, I don't catch hints. That still doesn't explain how I forgot she had kissed me last night!"

"Well I can't give you the answer to that since I'm you, but I can ask a better question. Why do you think she's been so afraid to tell you?"

"Because she's embarrassed?"

"No you idio..."

His dialogue was cut off by Isabella asking him, "Phineas, are you okay?..." Which brought him back to reality.

"Yeah, I'm fine... I just don't understand..."

"Don't understand what?..."

"Well, you've been hiding for this long, presumably because you didn't want to tell me this... I just don't understand why you were hiding?"

A small sigh escaped her mouth as she buried half her face into her knees. "You see... I've liked you for a really long time now. Longer than I could possibly remember, and I've always been afraid of being rejected by you..."

Phineas was caught off guard by this statement, but also not entirely surprised considering she's been coming to his backyard and throwing hints at him for years.

"So last night after you passed out I was happy... Really happy... I felt like I had finally done it, finally felt like I was able to like you how I've always wanted to for a while now... That being said, this morning I woke up afraid of a few things nearly at the same time... I was afraid you would wake up today and not have liked the kiss, which in turn led me to be scared at the idea that I would walk into your backyard today and you would tell me us being together wouldn't work..."

At this point she was near crying again but she continued, "Eventually... I got to the point that I was afraid of... What if last night didn't really happen? What if I really was just dreaming, like I said last night? So when you called me this morning and you weren't mad or upset with me I was relieved. Joyful in fact that maybe it wasn't going to be as bad as I thought. But then you came to my door and said you didn't remember what happened last night, and I realized the last fear was the one that came true... To think that after all that time I may have to keep going in my day to day life with the same routine, the routine that I thought was finally broken yesterday... It was just too much to bear..."

"Isabella..." Was all he could say to her. He wasn't entirely sure what he was feeling anymore, so all he could do was wrap his arm around her, and pull her closer to him.

Her eyes opened up in shock at what was happening, but she knew she liked it. Ever so slowly she started leaning her head onto his shoulder and closing her eyes again. She had her blanket, she had Phineas, nothing could be better, except for possibly laying in the bed, but the floor was fine.

Three minutes passed before them and it felt like an eternity. It didn't take long for them to fall asleep next to each other, this lasting for nearly two hours. Eventually Vivian came up again to check up on them, peeking into the room to see what they were up to. When she saw them on the left side of the bed sleeping the only thing she did was smile and quietly closed the door, thinking to herself "Isa finally did it."

That's how they stayed for a few hours, not a single disturbance in the air. As they slept he missed four calls from his brother as he desperately tried to get a hold of Phineas.