Chapter 5 Part 2: She Called Him Pin, He Called Her Izzy

After breakfast, Ferb went up to his room to pretend to read for a while, and Phineas and his mother went to the Mexican-Jewish festival.

When they arrived, the two mothers greeted each other. When she heard Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher's name mentioned, Isabella looked up because she was going to say something to her to tell Phineas, when she realized that he was standing right next to her.

"Ph-phineas? Watch'a doin' here?"

"W-well, Isabella, Ferb decided he wanted some time to himself today, an' Mom invited me to come help with the festival, a-and then I remembered that you were gonna be here so . . ." He started mumbling something incoherently under his breath.

They walked off a little ways, out into a quiet spot in the festival, where it was just the two of them on a park bench, he on one side, facing her, and she on the other, facing him, looking concerned, but excited at the prospect of the two of them being alone together.

"What was that? I didn't quite hear you."

"Uh . . ." Phineas began, and then started talking so fast that even Isabella had no idea what he'd said.

"Whoa, whoa, slow down, Phineas. I can't keep up. Besides, you don't have to explain everything. I'm just glad you're here."

"But that's just it, Isabella! I have to explain everything. That's why I'm here."

"Explain what then? I'm listening."

Phineas began mumbling again, and Isabella looked at him strangely. What has gotten into Phin?

"What is it, Phin? You can tell me." She blushed, realizing she'd just called him Phin, the nickname she'd been secretly calling him since, well, forever.

"Well Izzy," He blushed in response, realizing that he'd just called her Izzy, the nickname he'd been secretly calling her. "The thing is, if I tell you, I'm not sure if you'll still want to be my friend anymore."

Isabella's heart started beating uncontrollably. Was this what she'd been looking for ever since the day she'd met him?

"Then it's all the more important that you tell me, so I can assure you."

"W-well then, I guess. What I want to tell you is . . ."

"What, Phineas? Just spit it out."

He took a deep breath out and said so quietly that it was almost inaudible, "I'm in love with you."

She looked at him sincerely and calmly and said. "You're right, I don't want to be your friend anymore."

"What?" He looked at her, shocked. "B-but—"

She put her finger to his lips and said, "I want to be more than a friend. I love you, Phineas Flynn."

"I-I love you, Isabella Garcia-Shapiro."

He leaned in to give her a hug, and they looked into each other's eyes. Not doing it because he knew what to do, but just because it seemed to be right, he placed his lips on hers. Startled, she simply froze, and then slowly relaxed, kissing him back.

Phineas had felt so many wonderful things this summer, but this was the one that made them all pale in comparison. Funny, how he could know that this was the one thing he'd been searching for, when he hadn't even known it existed.

"Oh Phin. You're thinking again. Will I ever get that busy mind to stop?"

"No, probably not."

"Well then, I guess I'll just have to make do with this." She said, kissing him again, even more passionately than the first.

The two sat together, talking and teasing, enjoying each other's company like they'd had for so many years.