Author's Note/Disclaimer: HEEEEY! Okay, I decided since I'm having TOO MUCH FUN with this story, I want to expand it as much as possible so I'm going to do the sequel from people's perspectives such as Phineas, Ferb, etc… (maybe even Perry xD)! :D OKAY! Now I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Jackie was just so mean.
Isabella was walking to the flower shop, her original destination. She wished she hadn't stopped at the church. Then she wouldn't have to feel bad for Phineas, she could just keep being mad. Isabella hated feeling like she should do something about it. What was she supposed to do? Yell at Jackie? Then she would have to admit she had been eavesdropping. Tell Phineas? Yeah, right. She really wanted to be the one to tell him that.
Hey, Phineas! Remember me? Your ex-best friend! Yeah, it's been a while. Oh, by the way, your girlfriend who you're obviously obsessed with is about to break your heart. So how've you been the last six years?
Isabella snorted, imagining the scene she would be stuck with. Besides, he probably wouldn't believe her. He would get mad at her, then she would stomp out, then she would leave, and later Jackie would break his heart, and he would realize Isabella was right, but it would be too late. She would have left.
Then again, if she didn't tell him, he would be mad at her for not telling him. But he wouldn't know she had known. Plus, she would be gone then anyway. That was probably the best thing to do, although there was no "good" solution.
Her walk came to a stop as she reached "Flirty Flowers".
It was a very bright looking store, all pink and frilly. She walked inside.
A little bell rang as she opened the door. Isabella walked up to the front counter, and said, "Excuse me? I have an order for Flynn."
The man at the counter said "Ah, yes. Red and white roses?"
Isabella nodded.
"Interesting last name. Is it yours?" the man started conversation as he turned to the boxes behind him.
"I wish…" Isabella mumbled before realizing what she was saying.
The man turned back to her eyebrow raised and said, "Excuse me?"
"Huh?" Isabella said. Then she turned pink and said, "I mean- uh, no. It's my… friend's."
The man grinned. "Mmhmm. Friend's. Well, here's your roses," he said, handing her a box labeled, ROSES.
"Uh, thanks," Isabella grunted as she put the surprisingly heavy box down so she could pay with the money Ferb had given her.
After she had and had begun to pick up the box again, the man stopped her and handed her an amazing red flower.
Isabella was unsure what it was. It was blossomed and had streaks of color all over it. She gave the man a confused look.
"Red is a good color for you. This flower's quite an eye catcher, especially when paired correctly with the right outfit. I'm sure you would like to be noticed more by your…friend." His eyes twinkled knowingly at her, and she turned even redder.
"Um, thanks I guess," she rushed out. Putting it on top of the box, she picked the box up and managed to get out of the store.
After walking several blocks and turning a corner, she put the box down before her arms fell off and sat on the curb next to it. She needed to think.
Her mind was racing. Isabella wanted to move on. She really thought she did. Apparently she was at war. That rang a bell…
It's a battle between my mind and my heart.
I don't know what's right but I know what's smart.
I could run away and save my soul,
But if I loose you again, I might loose control!
That song…it described her perfectly. She knew the smart thing to do was to leave. But what was the right thing to do? Was it also to leave? Or was it to stay? What could she do?
Her blood went cold as she realized she had already chosen what she was going to do. She had chosen "smart" and decided to leave. She had given Ferb the letter. She had left no way for Phineas to ever contact her again. She had chosen to move on.
Is that what I really want? Isabella thought, her eyes filling up with hot tears again. Do I want to completely forget about Phineas? About everything I've lived for the last sixteen years? My whole life?
She started to cry for what seemed the millionth time that day alone. Why was this happening to her?
"Rrrrrr," she heard. She smiled, looking up to Perry's big blue face in front of her.
"Oh, Perry, how do you always manage to find me when I'm crying about Phineas?" she said with a sad smile, and picked the platypus up.
"Rrrrrrrrr."
Isabella smiled, looking at the animal. She noticed something different. It's eyes! They did normally look absent-minded. They still did, but there was a hint of something else too.
She had become quite good at spotting pain in people's (animals too) eyes. Although the type of pain in Perry's eyes wasn't like hers. It was more like…guilt.
"You're such a good platypus," she said. The guilt got bigger.
"Aw!" Isabella said, hugging the animal. "Nothing's your fault! Phineas is just stupid sometimes! It's not your fault he's like that, or that I'm so stupidly emotional, or even that the Flynns had to move in the first place!"
The animal's eyes returned to nothingness. Isabella sighed. She wished Perry could talk back. She needed a friend. Not like Gretchen, who was limited to being over the phone. She needed someone in person.
Then Perry stood up and got off her lap. He started walking in the direction of his home, and turned back towards Isabella.
Isabella sighed. "You're right. I need to keep walking." She smiled as she stood up, realizing she was letting a platypus boss her around.
As she followed Perry back to the Flynn-Fletcher's house, she saw Phineas about a block away from his house. He saw her too, and rushed over to take the box from her, but not before she removed her free flower and hid it behind her back.
"Oh, good, you got the flowers!" Phineas said. He looked at her expectantly.
"Um, yeah. I did," she answered.
"That was surprisingly quick for someone who has never been here before," he complimented as they started towards Pinhead's house.
Isabella smiled. "Well, I would've been quicker, but I stopped at the…" Her voice trailed off.
Phineas looked up, confused.
"Church!" she rushed out to Phineas. "I stopped at the church."
"Oh cool," he said. "Did you like it in there?"
"Um!" Isabella said. "Yeah, I guess." Not trusting herself to keep any secrets, she changed the subject. "So, what did you do?"
"Ah, made a cake." He gestured as though it were nothing, but Isabella knew it would be an amazing cake.
When they reached the house, Isabella realized it was already eight.
"Well, I'll be going now, I have to check in to my hotel," Isabella said.
"Oh, okay," Phineas said. "I'll see you tomorrow then!"
Isabella smiled and said, "Yeah. Bye," and started walking away.
Tomorrow was a big day. A wedding, and her last day with Phineas. Then it would be time to start over.
Isabella silently started to cry again.
