Hey people, I'm back! I know most of you are annoyed right now. And I'm sorry! I am a slow updater, I know. You've probably forgotten about this story. But here it is. The next chapter. Not too short this time…Just to make up for lost time. But enjoy!
Isabella's POV:
I ran all the way home, completely furious. I was so mad at Phineas! Oh my god! I screamed on the inside, full of frustration. I stormed inside and saw my mother, who was making one of her special recipes. "Oh, Isabella! You're home early! Thought you would come home at ten!" I mumbled slightly as she turned around, noticing my dress, which had food splotches all over it.
"Oh my! Isabella! What happened to you? You're a mess! What is that-yogurt?!" She sighed. "Ah...I guess I'll have to fix it!"
"No! No! I'm fine! It's OK that it's messy!" I said wearily.
She studied me for a moment. "Are you sure, Isa? It's OK. I'll fix it in no time!"
"Really, Mama! I. Am. OK. I can handle it."
After a long pause, she spoke. "Isabella? Is there something wrong?"
"No, mama; I'm fine."
"Isabella, you know, you could talk to me if you have any problems-"
"No! I'm fine! Perfectly fine!" I shouted and quickly ran upstairs into my room, shutting the door loudly.
"Ah... I wonder what's gotten into her…"Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro said worriedly. "She's not acting the way she usually is. What happened with Phineas and her?"
I sighed loudly, plopping onto my bed. Anger still clouded my emotions. I soon calmed down, and a twinge of guilt hit me. Well, I can't be mad at him forever. I thought. I mean, I can't blame him too much.
Well, it's his fault! He never told you! He kept you waiting all this time! I began to argue with myself.
Agh! I mean, well, I can't put all the blame on him!
Or can you?
You're not helping!
Geez! I'm sorry!
Yeah, you should be.
What the heck? Anyway, quit arguing with yourself! Just make up your mind and blame him already!
I can't do that! That's just…plain harsh!
Wow, since when did you get soft, softie?
Not helping!
Sorry! But…I mean, if you're still mad, you might as well stop arguing right now.
But-
Couldn't you just move on and let go of Phineas? I sat up, and then blinked, trying to shrug off my last thought.
"Ugh..."I said, feeling my brain starting to hurt from all the thinking. "What am I going to do?!" I sighed and covered my face with a pillow. Then, I screamed as loud as possible, my voice muffled by stuffing and foam.
I rolled over, staring at the ceiling of my room, completely fazed. RING! RING! RING! I quickly jumped off the bed, hugging my pillow. I soon realized it was my phone. I sighed and jumped over my bed-or actually, tried to jump over, since I tripped and landed on the floor with a loud THUD. Slightly sore, I half limped and half hopped to my desk, and reached for my phone.
I looked at the screen, checking who called me. It said: Phineas 3. (A/N:It's supposed to be a heart. They wouldn't let me put the arrow/less than song! :[) I remember when he gave my his number and I was literally jumping up and down after that. The phonne continued ringing, the sound resonating throughout my room. I was still frozen, until it stopped ringing and I heard, Please leave a message at the tone. BEEP.
I remained quiet as Phineas' voice spoke. "Hey Isabella...it's me Phineas...I well...wanted to apologize..." I eventually zoned out, dropping the phone.
Meanwhile...in Phineas' POV:
I was dazed, sitting at the dinner table. Today was going well…until I made it hit rock bottom. Thanks, Phineas, YOU TOTALLY BLEW IT! But, I was still in shock from Isabella's "outbreak." I must have made her mad. I sighed, burying my face into my hands.
"Uh…Phineas? You okay?" Gretchen said, slightly concerned for Ferb's stepbrother.
"Uh-nuh," I replied with a muffled voice.
"Ha! I totally knew it!" Adyson said, trying to hide her joy in being right.
"ADYSON! YOU'RE NOT HELPING!" The other Fireside Girls said in annoyance.
"You know…" Gretchen taunted. "Django wouldn't like you being so pessimistic-"
"Shut up." Everyone began to giggle. Even I had a slight smile appear at the corner of my mouth."Hey! Stop it!"Adyson whined, scowling.
"OK," Ferb said [with his epic British accent ], "we need to get back to the important matter here-Phineas."
"What are we supposed to do?"I asked, full of desperation.
"It's a new plan. I call it-"
"Wait." I interrupted Ferb. "That was one of the reasons she got all mad. You were the one behind all this. I need to make it up to her. I'll be making the new plan here."
"Ok then," Ferb said, nodding. "Let's get to it!"
"YEAH!" The girls said in unison.
"I call…it OPERATION Phinebella!"I said, receiving odd looks. "What? It seemed catchy to me! Fine, not original? Then…how 'bout OPERATION Phinebella Number Two? See? I added a "Number Two" at the end! Happy?"
"Never mind!" Ferb laughed. "Just..let's go! We have a romance to save!"
"OK," I said slowly. "But Let me just call Isabella. See if she's doing all right." Ferb and the others nodded and I pulled out my phone. Ferb ushered the Fireside girls out of the kitchen and I gave him a grateful look. I called Isabella, with her phone number being labeled, Isabella 3. (Supposed to be heart as well..)It was kind of a necessary thing for me. I put the phone to my ear, waiting for her to pick up.
Moments passed, and Isabella hadn't picked up. Slightly disheartened, I left a message for her. "Hey, Isabella...it's Phineas. I just wanted to apologize...I really and truly feel bad and extremely sorry for what I did. It was insensitive, and probably hurtful. I'm really sorry...for breaking your heart all those times, being an oblivious young child. This may be a bit serendipitous...well, I just wanted to say I l-" A loud THUD came from the other end. Puzzled, I called out. "Isabella? Isabella? You still there? Hello?"
But there was no answer.
Hope you liked that chapter, though it's not exactly my best work IMO.
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