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So I'm back with the latest chappie of When Spirits Collide. I need to say this: THERE ARE ONLY 4 CHAPTERS LEFT BEFORE THE END OF THIS STORY. I know you would be sad and lonely but I think your sadness wouldn't be for so long because That Christmas Love Feeling is comin' up! I wouldn't post the sneak peek of the story because I will post it along with the second-to-the-last chapter of When Spirits Collide.

So, let's get started!

(Disclaimer: I don't own P&F. Okie?)

Phineas's POV (Setting: On the way to TSCH)

As went our way to the hospital, Isabella told me about everything—about my body being in comatose state, my surname (which is Flynn), and the shut down (I don't know what that means but I think it is bad). But in the moment, I didn't care about that. I was concentrating to look at her beautiful face. I was concentrating to look at her gleaming eyes. However, I noticed that they were full of uneasiness. Full of nervousness. I think she didn't say anything to me that made her... distracted?

My curiosity bothered me so I poked her shoulder. "Hey Isabella, are you al—"

"Yes." She hastily answered. "I'm okay..."

"Oookay." I just answered. Girls and their little secrets.

I almost forgot that he hand was holding mine. Her soft fingertips were lingering to my ghostly fingers then she put her head on my shoulder. I blushed deep and I looked away from her, hoping that she didn't notice my tomato face. I couldn't even think of a single thing. Even about my past. I mentally sighed. I wanna tell her those three little words. I wanna touch her awestruck face. I want to cuddle her and kiss her enthralling lips. But my fear is still overpowering my desire to speak my love admiration for her... I'm still scared that she might hold me down and our friendship will end up short.

Nevertheless, I also thought the possibility that she might like me. Maybe like me, she was also scared to tell her feelings for me. I thought of that possibility because... I noticed after our "date", I was hearing her voices inside my head that... she wanted me not to leave her. My hope sparked a bit but I don't want my hope flared like a wildfire. After all, she recently broke up with that daft, swindler, con artist, dim-witted, two-timer, horse-face Edward. (Sorry for the words but those words describe him A LOT. I have fifty or even a hundred adjectives to describe him but I'm afraid that I don't have enough space here. Maybe next time.) Perhaps, she wants space. She might want to have time to open her heart again. Or—

"Have you remembered anything?" She interrupted me from thinking as she broke the silence between us.

"Sorry, what was that?" I asked, my brows going up.

"I said if you have remembered anything from your past?" She said.

I shook my head. "Nope." Which is half true. I know some bits of my memories, like that wish-fountain memory and my family. I didn't tell her about that because I think it is useless for her to know.

She removed her head from my shoulder and looked at me. Oh, those captivating eyes. I think I might die again looking at those. "Phineas...?"

"Yeah?" I swiftly shifted my attention to her.

"I need to tell something to you." She said, her voice was shaking a bit.

"Of course. Shoot it out." I said.

She tightened her grip on my hand. "I know that you haven't remembered anything but..."

"But?" I asked.

"But..." She sighed and looked at me again. "I—"

She was interrupted when the bus suddenly stopped in front of the hospital. She fell out of her seat and muttered something. "Great. Talking about interruptions." Then she let go of my hand.

When we stepped out of the bus, I suddenly felt that I need air. Though ghosts don't breathe, my chest started to ache. Like my lungs were hungry for fresh oxygen. I felt like I'm drowning. But that was just the beginning because my surroundings started to blur. It was like I am... dying again.

However, Isabella caught my hand again and dragged me inside of the hospital, despite that I started to wheeze. I cannot deny that she is a serious girl sometimes but this is... little too much. When we entered the lobby, my vision started to sharpen bit by bit then we entered the elevator. She pushed the ninth floor button and I immediately sensed that my weight is increasing. She slowly loosened the grip on my hand and eventually, she let go of my hand as the pain I suffered earlier in my chest faded.

I thought this would be the perfect chance. I sat on the floor then I called her attention. "Isabella?"

"What is it?" She responded as she sat beside me. Without more ado, the warm sensation came in again when our shoulders bumped.

"W-well... I-I—" All of a sudden, the elevator stopped and the lights went out. I almost screamed like a little girl but luckily, I covered my mouth with my hands. I don't want Isabella think of me as a gay.

Then the lights went back again and I found Isabella's face was very near to mine. I couldn't move but she stepped back and looked away from me. "Sorry." She mumbled.

"That's okay, but what's with the elevator?" I asked.

"Ah, all the elevators here in the hospital are pretty old. Don't worry. I also encountered the same thing in my first day of my job."

"Seriously? Is this a joke? AM I IN A HORROR MOVIE OR A COMEDY SHOW?!" I shouted and she giggled.

We looked up and we're still on the second floor. Isabella stood up and kicked the elevator doors. "Stupid elevator." Then she looked at me. "What's the thing you wanna say to me?"

I smiled a bit then I remembered the thing I wanna say to her earlier. "I t-th-thought you were gonna tell something to m-me?" I stammered a bit. Phineas, you coward! Why are you still keeping that feeling to her to yourself? She needs to know it!

She flushed deep red. "Oh, yeah. Right... Um... you know, just forget about that. It's just a stupid question."

"Aw, come on, Isabella!" You haven't asked it yet! Just tell me and I'll answer."

"No, just forget about it. Please."

"Isabella, it's okay. I will answer it whether it is the weirdest, stupidest, and most useless question in the history of mankind. I love answering questions."

She raised a brow. "Seriously? Is that a trait you really have?"

I scratched my head. "I think. Just ask me."

"Well, um..." She sighed. "...before you died... were you ready to face your death?"

I went silent. The question was still ringing in my head. I couldn't think of a good answer. Was I ready to die in that time?

"Phineas? Are you alright?" She distraughtly asked me.

"Yeah, why did you ask?"

"Because your hands..." She pointed my hands and I looked at them. My eyes opened wide. They were fading. I couldn't speak or move. My mind panicked. I entered my hysteria mode.

"I-Is-Isabella..." I stuttered. "My hands... they're..."

"This is bad." She commented in a calm way. "We have to get there fast."

"But what if I go there and I disappear before I merge with my body? I cannot let that happen!" My eyes started to release my tears.

"Phineas..." She said and she enveloped me in a tight hug and she whispered, "I'm not gonna let that happen."

Isabella's POV (Setting: In the elevator)

"I'm not gonna let that happen." I whispered to his ear. This is the chance. This is the moment. I have been waiting this time to come for so long. I will tell him before it's too late.

"Phineas..." I called but he didn't reply. I continued to talk. "Before we met and after Ed and I broke up, I told myself not to let my heart fall in-love again, forever. I thought all men are just deceiving persons. But when I have the chance to meet and know you... you made my heart open again. You healed it. You mend my broken heart by putting new memories that I will cherish..."

I trailed off. I didn't notice that my eyes were falling out some tears. I broke our hug even though I don't want to and I looked into his sparkling dark blue eyes. I reached out for his hand and I intertwined my hand to his. "I just want to say that... I... I..."

He moved to my left, causing our faces to be nearer than before. My cheeks blushed deep red again as he touched my cheeks using his ghostly hand. "What is it?"

I have to admit this: his hand is so warm. Despite he is a spirit.

But I removed his hand and whispered to his ear, "I love you, Phineas."

A long silence was made after I told him that. He took back his hand and I cursed myself. Now he hates me. I couldn't believe that I just ruined our friendship. Perhaps he doesn't like me or anything. Perhaps all those hugs and words of affection were just for show. I was heartbroken. Again.

I glanced at him and I noticed he was facing the floor, his head was leaning to his arms and his eyes were closed then I shifted my look to the top of the elevator door. We were on the fourth floor.

"I'm not ready." Phineas said suddenly, breaking the long pause.

"What?" I asked. What a great reply, Isabella.

"I am not ready to die. That's answer to your question." He said.

"Oh..." I commented.

He looked at me. "Do you want to know why?" I nodded in response. "Because I have something to do I haven't done before I died. Maybe that was the reason why I'm still here. I have an unfinished business to do."

"What is it?"

He looked up and tapped his knee. "Um, I must find someone. Someone that made a change to my life when I was young." I didn't speak but he showed a rare playful smile. "Now, it's my turn to ask a question."

"But—"

He placed his finger on my lips. "Oops, no interruptions. You said that you love me, am I right?"

"Yeah but I—"

He covered my mouth using his hand. "Do I need to tell you there are no interruptions?" That made me shut up. "Well... what if I tell you that I love you too?"

My heart raced and my breathing abruptly stopped. I hope that I'm not blushing. "Um... I-I-I..." I stuttered. I can't deem of anything that will answer his question. At a snail's pace, I reached the watch in my satchel and I thought the things he said earlier.

He said that he wasn't ready to die. He needs to find the person who changed his life when he was young. Am I that person he was looking for? Is he the same kid who saved my life at the hotel?

"Hello! Phineas to Isabella, are you there?" He half shouted while he waved his hand in front of me. I glared and my lips twitched a smile. It seemed that he got the message as he pinched my nose.

"Hey! Not my little nose!" I yelled but I giggled.

"Sorry." He said playfully then his face went serious. "What is your answer?"

"Um, well... perhaps I'll jump, squeal, scream, or anything that will express my happiness." I replied with nervousness in my voice. He didn't reply; hence, he raised his brow only.

I nudged his cheek. "Why? Did I say something wrong?"

"Um..." He scratched his ear as I noticed that his face went red. "No... actually... I appreciate your answer."

An awkward silence was made but I broke it when I heaved a sigh. "I guess you don't have the same feeling I have towards you."

"Isabella—"

"No, it's alright with me. I must respect your decision. I don't have the right to force you to love me back." I paused. "Especially if you have a girl waiting for you."

"But Isabella—"

Now it's my turn to stop him. "I don't want you to be with me because you are afraid that you'll break my heart. I want you to be happy." You know... The truth is, it is not okay for me. However, I must do what is right.

I must do what my heart wanted me to do.

I stood up, so as he, as I saw that we're on the sixth floor. I couldn't look at him though I wanted to. Stupid heart of mine. Why you opened yourself again?! But something happened. Something that made me so happy and even breathe so hardly.

Phineas held my hand so tight. The warm feeling came in rapidly that I wanna grasp his hand back but my body went numb like I was anaesthetized. I faced him and he stepped forward, causing our noses to bump each other. I was nervous, at the same time happy.

"You always interrupt me when I have something to tell." He pinched my cheeks and chuckled.

"Isabella..." His voice sank into a whisper. "I love to be with you. I love everything about you. You're so sweet, kind, endearing, adorable, and most of all... you're very beautiful. You're the most beautiful girl I ever encounter, I think. Even though I might have a girl in my heart already... I wouldn't be complete with you by my side."

I stole a look again at the top of the elevator doors. We're on the eighth floor. I faced him and smiled. He moved forward. "What if I kiss you, what would you do?"

My heart skipped a beat because of that question. My mind went blank even though I was trying hard to dig in. "Um... I don't know. I haven't kissed a boy."

"Seriously? Hasn't Edward kissed you?"

"No. Not even once." I answered straight-forwardly.

Out of the blue, the elevator swung open as we arrived on the ninth floor. I didn't move so as Phineas. We were staring at each other's eyes then I broke my gaze at him and started walking but he stopped me by stealing my hand and he pulled me in a tight hug.

"Don't leave me..." He half whispered. "Please..."

I was breath-taken not because of his close-fitting embrace but because of what he had said to me. I couldn't move a single muscle afterwards he released me and held my shoulders.

"You're right. There is a possibility that I have a girlfriend waiting for me but there is only one girl who occupies my heart." He paused a bit and whispered, "And that is you. I love you, Isabella. I love you so much." After that, he pushed the close button, pulled me closer, and kissed me. Right on the lips. As soon as our lips met, my eyes widened. His lips are so soft and warm that I couldn't feel my lips but then, I managed to kiss him back and placed my hands on his cheeks. The warm feeling became tenser inside my chest that in any moment, I might explode into bits. Literally. It was like the fireworks in the Fourth of July.

When we broke the kiss, the fireworks exploded even more. He opened his eyes and I knew that they were full of happiness and ecstasy. Meanwhile, I was breathless for a moment and I quickly hugged him tight. My eyes burst out some tears and they were flowing on my cheeks and falling on his shoulder.

"I love you." I whispered.

He gave me a peck on the cheek and he hugged me back. "I love you too."

How special my first kiss is.

But I heard his little voice afterwards, "Crushing me."

I released him and giggled. "Sorry."

I looked at him and he seemed he was puzzled. "Where are we now, Isabella?"

I shifted my attention to the top of the elevator doors and I noticed that the floor indicator wasn't working well again. "I have no idea."

"Never mind. Let's get that body of mine." He said as he pushed the ninth floor button and pulled me again to our second kiss. Or my second ghostly kiss. This is the most breathtaking bliss I have ever experienced in my entire life.

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