Revelations

Phineas woke up at 6:00, an hour earlier than he did normally. But this is far from normal. And we're currently on Pacific Time, so I'd be waking up 4 hours late for me. After setting up the scaffolding, he had changed into the shorts- old T-shirt combination that he wore to bed, sleeping in the cockpit. However, in order to change out of his sleepwear, He climbed into his bunk with his usual outfit. He passed his hand over a slightly discolored panel, which unfolded to form a small shelf. On it sat a photo of Isabella and him; Perry; Mom, Dad, Candace, Ferb, and him; and one of his friends on Maple Drive. Also there was a fresh stack of Graph Paper, in case he had a good idea.

Phineas had almost changed, and was putting on his socks, legs dangling over the side of the bunk, when he knocked the picture of Isabella off the shelf. He tried to catch it, but it slipped from his grasp, and he cringed as it hit someone in the bottom bunk (followed shortly by a groggy, quiet, "Ouch."). Quickly, he pulled up his legs, shut the curtain, and hoped that the person on the bottom bunk would fall back to sleep. A small "Thud!" occurred- Thank goodness that that frame was a soft one- Followed by the unmistakable "Thud!" of someone getting out of bed. Please don't be Baljeet, Ferb, or Isabella. The figure climbed the bunks, frame in hand.

Suddenly the figure popped up into view, first with its hand- Ginger's hand, specifically, with the frame in it. "Can I talk to you, Phineas?"

Phineas was dumbfounded for a moment. Then he shook his head, and replied, "Yeah, sure."

Ginger entered, sitting down across from Phineas. She gently set the picture frame of Isabella back. "I think that was a brilliant Idea."

Phineas looked puzzled. "What?"

"The Shelf."

"Oh." Phineas sighed softly, and without realizing it, drifted into his imagination, while staring at the photo.

"Phineas." Ginger broke the train of thought developing in his mind.

"Sorry. Was I out long?"

"Long enough." She turned towards the shelf, and picked up a piece of graph paper. Quickly, she drew something on a small piece of it, then tore it off the main piece, and tucked it into a corner of the frame. It was a little heart with P.F. and I.G.S. written on it.

When he saw it, Phineas shrugged. "I tried to hide it from everyone but Isabella." Then, putting his head down, he spoke again. "I guess she doesn't feel the same way."

Ginger smiled, then put her hand on Phineas' shoulder. When he looked up at her, she spoke. "But she does, Phineas, she does. Everyone but you have seen it since we were 10. You were just too busy trying to make the rest of us happy. Although the time Isabella got closest, Ferb tried to cling on, and ended up stuck with you. Heck, had you not had to fix the plane in San Francisco, she probably would've told you herself!"

"You think so?"

"Phineas, Isabella has had a crush on you for 3 or 4 years now. How long has it been since you started having feelings for her?"

"2 years."