Sadly we had to go back to the hotel soon after we saw Buford and Brigitte because Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher had a head ache, and a touch of heat stroke.
I feel a little bad for her. Heat stroke is not fun. It's quite miserable.
One summer I got heat stroke, and I was stuck indoors for two days before I felt well enough to even leave my room.
It can get really hot in Danville during the summer, and if your not careful, and forget to drink lots of water, you can easily get sick.
On our way back to the hotel we took two black taxicabs since only four people could fit in the taxi at a time, and we had five people, so Mr. And Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher took one cab, and the boys and I took the other one.
Luckily the driver spoke English, -though he still had the french accent- and it was fun riding with him. He was very funny, and had a great sense of humor.
Sure his jokes were a little corny every once and a while, but funny all the same.
"Well, here you are kids. Your parents are right behind us." The driver said as he put the taxicab in park under the large overhang by the front doors of the hotel.
"Thank you!" Phineas and I said simultaneously as he, Ferb, and I climbed out of the car.
As Mr. Flynn-Fletcher paid the drivers, we went inside with the boys' mother, and made our way to the elevator, since Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher didn't want to climb the stairs.
I have got to figure out what it is with all the strange behavior coming from Phineas.
I can't figure it out! I only have one possible solution that isn't even really considered possible!
I'm getting nowhere!
"Tag!" Phineas suddenly whisper-yelled in my ear as he tapped my left shoulder and started running towards the elevator along with Ferb down the long hallway.
I swear, these boys never mature.
But, I do like a game of tag, so...
"Hey! Come back here!" I commanded as I quickly made my way past the elegant front desk, then running after them after I had rounded the corner.
"Boys! No running!" I heard Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher call through the hall we were halfway down.
The boys, -upon hearing their mother's voice- stopped immediately, and I didn't, since she said boys, so I ran up to them, quickly tickling Phineas' sides before going on my way, -not stopping my mid-afternoon run down the nicely decorated hallway.
"Hey!" Phienas called after me humorously.
Suckers!
I slowed my pace to a jog, and slowly back down to a swift walk as I neared the elevator, and I had almost made it before I felt a pair of strong arms grab me around me waist firmly as I heard Phineas say something to Ferb.
Oh dear...
"I've got 'er! Quick Ferb!" He exclaimed before I was suddenly being tickled by two pairs of hands instead of one.
I was outnumbered!
And they knew I where I was really ticklish, which was another unfair advantage.
"No!" I said between laughs. "That's...not fair!" I exclaimed as I struggled to get away.
"Tsk tsk, Izzy...you know this is payback..." Phineas said as he kept tickling my sides.
"It's...two against..one! Ah! Stop!" I called as I tried to pry the boys' hands away from my stomach while they both laughed.
How do I never learn my lesson? This always happens!
Why do I do this to myself? Because I want attention? What?!
Hey...I have an idea that they'll surely fall for.
"Ow!" I suddenly exclaimed as I stopped struggling.
I was perfectly fine.
I knew that the boys would never want to hurt me intentionally, and if they did I might not hear the end of their apologies, -so this was the perfect way to get them to stop.
What? When you hang around with a bunch of boys all the time, and your the only girl in the group, you learn to out-smart them easily.
Almost immediately I was released from the boys' grasp, and I was free.
"Oh gosh! Are you okay Izzy? We didn't mean to hurt you." Phineas said as he spun me around.
Both boys looked equally concerned as their parents came up behind the two, and I couldn't help but smile at them as I walked backwards towards the elevator that was right behind me.
"I'm fine!" I said cheerfully as I gave them an innocent grin, and pressed the button for our floor.
"Boys, do act your age once and a while would you?" Mr. Flynn-Fletcher requested as he and Linda walked past the three of us, into the elevator.
"I've read that boys don't really mature too much after age twelve or so, so I don't think there's any chance of them acting their age anytime soon." I giggled as both boys also got in the elevator -Phineas giving me a playful glare- before I followed.
"Well that's promising." Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher noted as we started moving upwards.
"Maybe they'll mature a little more when they get girlfriends." Mr. Flynn-Fletcher suggested.
I giggled as I watched Phineas turn pink next to me.
It was cute, but I can't help but wonder...
-No. Not possible.
I gently shook my head to clear it of any ridiculous thoughts.
"We're right here guys..." Phineas pointed out as the elevator stopped at our floor and chimed when the doors slid open.
"Oh? I hadn't noticed." I responded sarcastically before making my way out into the hallway, and smiling.
As excited, and happy as I would be to find out that Phineas returned my feelings towards him, I'm almost positive that he doesn't.
He's never shown any signs, -besides this trip of course- that he did, so there isn't enough "evidence" that he does yet.
Maybe I could...test him.
Or find some sneaky way to get an answer out of him without actually asking, since that would be awkward.
..Yet so much simpler...
But I never found myself as one to take the easy way, so unnecessary, complicated plan it is!
...I just have to think of one...
Yep...there's the cringy ending.
Tell me what you think!
Sorry if this is a little weird...I wrote most of this while I was slap-happy so...
Have a great day!
~Joy