Two-parter. December after AYA. Happy New Year!


Ten...

Phineas pushed through the crowd.

Nine...

Not one soul doubted that he and Ferb would be throwing the party this year.

Eight...

They always did so well.

Seven...

But where was Isabella? Who would have thought she would allow them to be seperated?

Six...

Time was running out, and so was Phineas.

Five!

The December air bit at him. He saw his breath.

Four!

Then he spotted her, under the tree.

Three!

Her hair. Her dress. Was this New Year's, or a wedding?

Two!

She turned around and smiled, seeing him.

ONE!

They embraced, and leaned in quickly...