A/N: Sorry for the late posting, I had to rewrite this because the last one just sucked :P By the way, if you wondered why I participated a father's day party the day before father's day, it is because my girlfriend's father had a business trip that started yesterday all the way to this weekend, so we had to pull it off early. Anyways, thanks for any support and I would appreciate any review as long as it is constructive criticism. Thanks again!

After all of this, maybe I should consider giving our friendship to taking a new level. But for now, I'll just take notes and do my research before I proceed. I know I'm taking this too seriously, but hey, it is life changing so knock it off! This is AMERICA and I do what I want! Maybe I should start somewhere still though, what about that new restaurant that opened up a week ago? I know supposedly it was a more romantic oriented restaurant, but the food is what counts. What was the name again…

"No Isabella, we're not going to walk all the way to Slushy Dawg."

"What?"

"Isabella, just hold on, I got an idea."

A tap on the watch I am wearing and quickly scroll through the map's POI for restaurants near where I remembered it should be. There it is! It's called… Chez Alligator? I guess there's always new fads. I got to their website and reserved a table for two for right now. I set the coordinates and we were ready.

"Alright, we'll use the transport app to get there."

"Great, so let's go."

"Before that though, I need to hold on to you."

Without another word, I grabbed her hand tightly and said, "GO."

A whir and we were on the street in front of the restaurant. A sign blazing with the words CHEZ ALLIGATOR adorned the top of the restaurant. Below it, two doors was all there is between the outside and a buffet.

"May we enter?" I asked holding her hand still.

"Yes, yes we can." she answered slowly. I was a little perplexed at her dreamy facial expression that plastered her face. I just shook the feeling off.

We entered the restaurant that was adorned with decorations appropriate with an alligator themed restaurant (or so I suppose). I approached the counter and rung the bell for service.

"Do you have a reservation?"

"Yes ma'am, for Flynn-Fletcher."

"Oh great! Let's get you seated over here. Would you like a drink?"

"Yes, a Sprite please. Isabella?"

I looked over to Isabella expectantly and she said, "I'll take a Sprite also."

"Coming right out." the waiter left.

"I think it's time to chow down, right Isabella?"

I was met by a silently staring Isabella. After waiting a minute, it sort of unnerved me. I waved a hand in front of her, "HELLO ISABELLA?!" She then snapped out of it and her cheeks reddened a bit. "Oh, sorry Phineas, just phased out a little."

"No problem, let's get going! Last one to eat gets a second hungrier!"

We raced to the food that was neatly lined up in the buffet. I got myself whatever my hands grazed on and shot back to the table first. I plowed on, ready for more.

*After eating three plates and getting so full I just somewhat regretted coming here…*

While eating, I noticed Isabella didn't say much, just eat. Although who expects to talk during an eating session, isn't there at least something to talk about? I'll ask her about it later.

My phone rang out playing our song, "Today is Gonna be a Great Day!" I excused myself into the restroom and picked it up.

"Ferb?"

"Hey bro, you're doing all right?"

"Yeah."

"Where are you? Isabella should have picked you up an hour ago."

"She did."

"So where are you?"

At that point, a song played on the speakers in the restroom about Chez Alligator. Crap.

"Umm, Ferb, do you-"

"You're not at that Chez Alligator are you?"

"You see umm-"

"That's fine Phineas, I know you need to recoup. You do know the price right? So where's Isabella?"

"Yes, Ferb, I know, but I don't eat out that often. And uh… she's here."

"Wait, did you bring her there? So now we are paying for TWO people?"

"Oh, uh, um, it's a long story Ferb. I'll talk to you later!"

I hurriedly ended the conversation and bolted out of the restroom. I sat back at our table and just waited for Isabella to finish her cone of ice cream.

"Phineas, how much is it?"

I scratched my ear and said, "Oh, umm, it's on me…"

"No, don't do that Phineas! I can pay for my own food."

"Yeah, but I already paid for it."

"How?"

"I reserved earlier."

"I see. Why didn't you tell me?"

"It was a last minute deal."

"I see…"

"When you are done, you mind taking a walk in the part before going home?"

"Sure, but I got to be home by ten."

"Ok."

That went better than I expected. I checked my phone and saw a text from Candace.

Candace: Hey twerp, I hope you're doing very well. Heard you started to get serious with Isabella, I hope it works out :P

WHAT? Who said that? FERB!

Phineas: I'm fine sis. BTW, what do you mean "serious?" We're only best friends!

I closed and pocketed the phone. I didn't bother seeing what she texted back to me. Curse the day gossip was created!

"Hey Phineas, I'm done. Let's go."

I thanked the waiter on the way out and we went back outside. It is about 8 now, so I got another two hours before curfew hits. To put it simply, we walked towards the park and sat down on a bench. We sat there for a dozen minutes before I decided to break the silence.

"Hey Isabella, are you alright?"

"Yeah, why?"

"It's just that, after we left the hospital, you were a little distant."

"No, no, I'm fine. I'm just errr… still rather shocked by recent events."

"Oh."

The way Isabella talked though told me she didn't tell the entire story, but I'll leave it at that for now. A shooting star appeared in the night sky.

"Isabella, look! A shooting star! Quick, make a wish!" I said with mock hurriedness.

"Oh no! I have no wishes! I guess I'm doomed!" she wailed in mock despair.

"Yeah, we're all doomed unless you make a wish!" I replied, but immediately followed that remark,

"Nah really, make a wish because I know what mine is!" But frankly, I really don't know.

A moment of silence and Isabella spoke first,

"Fine, I made a wish. Happy ?"

"Yeah yeah, very happy." I said sarcastically.

"So what did you wish for? I won't tell you mine because it's personal."

"Oh really? Like how personal?" I asked.

"Really personal."

I had an idea.

"Is it this personal?" I asked innocently and quickly tackled her to the ground and tickled her sides.

"Hahahahaha-Phin-Hahahaha-neas-stop-Hahahaha-this- Hahahaha-NOW!"

At her yelling, I immediately stopped. She flipped me and now I was the one that was pinned to the ground.

"Now it's my turn." she said with an evil grin.

Instantly, I got attacked by a very strong and determined former Fireside Leader. All I could do was laugh and attempt to get out. After feeling her getting a little slack at one point, I pushed her hands off.

"I think I – OOF!" I didn't calculate that she was going to fall on me. My eyes instinctively closed. Of course Phineas, how could she support herself on two feet when her two arms were supporting her other half of the body? All I can say is that I am tired and just darn glad the tickling was over. I started feeling her breath on my face at this point and I knew that we were really close. All I need to do is to just make that space non-existent. I never before had this urge, but now was so right... and the cellphone rang of course. Shocked the hell out of me and I opened my eyes to meet Isabella's pair of eyes looking at me with a pair of dark red cheeks and she mumbled something. I just tried to lean closer, wanting to try something new, when Ferb's voice rang out, "PHINEAS! PHINEAS! Where are you? My watch says that you're somewhere near here. It's 9:30, we don't want to be late!"

We sprang from each other like we were about to be burned if we continued touching each other. A little guilty for leaving her on the ground, I looked at Isabella and said, "Sorry I pushed you. Here, let me help you up."

I held to both of Isabella's hands and pulled her up, and we tottered a bit from the new feeling of standing upright. A flashlight illuminated both of us, of which the holder was no other than Ferb.

"Where the bloody hell have you been?"

"Umm, it's a long story Ferb."

"Why are you so messy?"

"Err…, I just stumbled into the grass."

I saw him look over at Isabella and see her disheveled clothing, her frayed and messy hair, and having a weird loopy grin.

"Did you guys just do something you weren't supposed to?" he said cautiously.

"What do you mean? We just got, you know, tangled here on the grass a bit."

"You perfectly sure you only stumbled in the grass right bro?"

"Yeah."

"I hope so."

"What do you mean Ferb?"

At this point, I saw Isabella and Ferb face-palm themselves.

"What? Am I missing something here?"

Seriously, sometimes I don't get the point!

"No bro, at least you being alright is what counts."

We walked back home, with me wondering what the heck was he talking about. Meanwhile, while walking, I noticed Isabella gawking at me most of the time. Not that it matters, but did she really mean what she said at the hospital? What is love anyways? I look at my phone and quickly typed in Feroogle (a search engine Ferb and I created to use for ourselves) and then typed define love. Hmm… defines love as a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.

A/N: Yeah, that's what it says from what I looked up for the first definition of this word at dictionary dot com.

What do you mean tender? Passionate affection? What is that? Do I need to show her affection like to a dog (no, I don't mean literally, I mean the affection you give a dog, ARGH! I suck at romance and breaking walls). No that doesn't even make any sense! Forget this, I'm –

"Phineas, are you alright?" Isabella asked.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine."

"You look a little tense and you've been attacking your phone for the last five minutes and you don't even notice that you're going to walk into my house. You sure that you're doing ok?"

I looked and sure enough, I wasn't walking with Ferb; I made a mistake and followed Isabella instead. I simply said, "I was weak."

"Weak?"

"It's about my wish. Anyways, goodnight Isabella."

Without further ado, I shot back home. It was great to be back home and get out of the awkward situation, but eerily, the house was dark and silent. I guess that means I won't be bombarded with questions, but what's the worry? No one's awake at this hour, confirmed by a dark room and a sleeping Ferb. I gratefully, yet quietly slip into my bed to not stir anybody. Before I could even get a couple seconds of shuteye, the room was fully illuminated like day. I curse some of our contraptions sometimes especially now (we made a daylight simulator and it just wasn't used unless it was a really dark day).

"So how'd it go?" said Ferb.

"Ferb said you were on a date with Isabella. Is that true?" Candace asked.

What? How'd they get here?

Ferb must have read my mind by pulling the "Ferb" I saw in the nose and instantly deflated. A little tape recorder next to it explained the light snoring sounds.

"Now's not the time guys! It's like 10 at night and we got school tomorrow."

"Not for me twerp. *Amanda cries in the background* That sucks! I got to attend to Amanda, but you better give me all the details of what happened Phineas!"

Candace left our room and shut the door, leaving Ferb and I in our bedroom. He looks at me and his eyebrow cocked upwards as if asking "Explain yourself."

"What?" I asked a little peevishly.

He points to my stained shirt and pants and my extremely disheveled hair (hey, it just won't be tamed!)

"Oh that. It wasn't anything serious Ferb, I just wanted to learn more."

"About what?" he finally spoke.

"Just being alone with my best friend."

"Uh-huh, is that it bro?" he asked testily.

I can't seem to get anything past him can I?

"I just don't know Ferb, I never had a grip of this romance stuff and I don't intend to dwell on it either. I just want it to flow naturally, but what if Isabella doesn't feel the same? I wouldn't say I'm lovestruck, but I do care for her and DO NOT want to lose her as a friend because of my stupid bursts of words."

He just looked at me blankly for a second and replied, "I never thought I would hear that from the Phineas I knew yesterday. A Phineas who was afraid his mouth would harm him? Seriously though, you're taking this too seriously. Relax." He put a hand on my shoulder and continued, "After all, not every story has a perfect ending right? Things will work out eventually if you really want it and you know that bro! Bro, what's the phrase you live by?"

Simply stated, I said, "Carpe Diem."

(Ferb's POV)

For an extremely imaginative teen, I am still bummed out by his lack of imagination in this particular part of human life. I guess that's better than no attention at all like he used to be.

"Exactly bro! Now do what you have to do!" I encouraged him.

"Not yet. I just don't feel like it yet, but thanks Ferb. But remember, I REPEAT, REMEMBER to not mention this to anyone else you got that Ferb! Candace was already too much and I don't need any more pressure as it already is."

I nodded, again, for the second time this week, I got a death threat and had to bite back my laughter.

"By the way Ferb, do you think that Chez Alligator had a romantic atmosphere? Apparently it didn't work for Isabella and I, we just ate in silence." he said and pouted a little.

I smirked. He needed to do better than just bring her to a restaurant. He then pointed at his cast and pointed at a previous blueprint that we had. He said, "Ferb, how about we pull out our mending machine that deals with minor ailments? After all, didn't we list broken bones on it as something that it can cure?"

I remembered the machine and it was somewhere in our vault. We tested it on a juvenile bird first because it had a broken wing and then we tested it on Baljeet (don't ask what happened). It worked, but we haven't really gotten a use for it until now. It might take a couple minutes to double check all the wiring and programming is still ship-shape so he should be in no more pain in a dozen or so minutes. I nodded and gestured towards our vault

*After creeping downstairs and opening the vault*

We got to the machine that we needed. We started to work with myself checking the machine and Phineas checking the programming. After double, triple, and quadruple checking everything, I gave Phineas a thumbs up. He asked me, "Ferb, if for any reason this does-"

I cut him off. "Just get your ass into that pod and get this done. NO ONE is going to die bro."

He sat himself in the pod and I closed the cover. He mock saluted me in the pod and I reply by rolling my eyes. Seriously, Phineas sometimes has too much energy and for the first time, I somewhat regret allowing-nah, I don't regret it. Ok, hit this button and…

*After a half a minute of popping and fizzing and another minute of silence later*

That should do it! The only thing it couldn't mend was his concussion, which we will leave it be and make sure he doesn't have such blunt trauma to the head again. Speaking of which, I need to find something to protect his head.

"Hey Ferb, I know what we're finally going to do today!" he shouted as he leapt out of the pod.

"Easy there bro, you just got out, let's make sure everything is mended as they should."

Sure enough, only his head was feeling some pain as he said and the cast was thrown out. He looked like a normal Phineas now. Back to the quandary, what can protect his head from further injury? I know! Our forcefield we created to protect ourselves when we were making a replica of the Leaning Tower of Pisa (we didn't need insurance claims and medical bills). It covers the whole body, so I think that is an added bonus. All the power it needs to run for half a day is on the battery pack and can be charged through solar on the go.

"Ferb, I know what you're thinking, and yeah, let's give it a shot!"

I looked at him blankly asking him for an explanation.

"Yeah, you know, that forcefield we created to protect ourselves last year right?"

He is on the same page, so I replied, "Yeah bro, let's give it a shot."

We rummaged through our box from last year and quickly located the device and attached it to Phineas.

"Now remember bro, DO NOT forget this does not have unlimited power, so be careful and check the battery once in a while."

"Yeah, yeah Ferb, I got it, now let's get to sleep before Candace thinks I snuck off to see Isabella."

I chuckled in response and we headed to our bedroom. When we reached there, he asked,

"By the way, did you make that voice app that we discussed earlier this week?"

"Yeah why?" I replied innocently.

"Because somebody in a pink bow had taken me hostage for two bloody harrowing minutes!"

I had to laugh at this point, so Isabella did take my advice then! As a bonus, Phineas just used "bloody!"

"Hahahaha-maybe-hahaha!"

He laughed at this point too, accepting his part in falling for the trick and we feel asleep, too giddy to bother saying goodnight.

Before we were knocked out, he asked, "Hey Ferb, where's Perry?"

(Perry's POV)

*Doofenshmirtz Evil In-cor-por-ated! A-hem, again people! Doofenshmirtz Evil In-cor-por-ated After-Hours!*

I inwardly laughed at the evil jingle every time I get here. Well, it's not really funny right now as I was awoken by Monogram that Doof was up to something at this hour and that there was no intel. A little buzz issued from my jet pack as I looked for a suitable place to enter. Ah-ha! A window with Doof's silhouette! I immediately blasted my jet pack at full speed to go through the – OOF! I slid down and with it the fake painting by Doof. I should have remembered that from an earlier mission. While falling, I restarted the jet pack and start going back up again. While ascending, I saw Doof stick his head out and snigger in satisfaction.

"Haha Perry the Platypus, you fell for my fake window ag –"

I didn't let him finish his sentence by blasting myself directly into his face.

"Ow! Perry the Platypus what was that for!"

He leapt away and pressed a button on the wall.

A skull from out of nowhere trapped me.

"There Perry the Platypus, now you're trapped! Are you going to interfere with my plan now or is your skull too thick to do that?!"

I chattered in response and saw that I can drill out of the mouth. I immediately went to work.

"So Perry the Platypus, while you're wallowing in your thick skull, I have created the banish-intor! It will make that person appear in the middle of a harsh desert. I know that sounds redundant Perry the Platypus, AND DON'T YOU DARE REMIND ME OF LAST TIME. It will NOT transport me again for the matter! I think you already know who the target is. You see, my brother Roger has been mayor term after term, but if he isn't here, then who will rule? I Heinz Doof-OOF! Perry, how did you get out of your thick head?"

While Doof was worried more about his speech rather than me, I managed to drill out and tackled him. He looks at the skull and sees a neat hole drilled into the incisors.

"Oh I see, no matter Perry the Platypus, you will not stop my plan!"

He took a screwdriver and I backed up into the inator, trying to avoid the screwdriver. The inator activated and sent a green beam off the building. I hope it didn't hit anybody.

"Perry the Platypus, it's not even calibrated yet! Take this!"

He whips a remote out and a blob of ketchup flies back at him.

"Hmm… I swear I bought the Ketchinator back at Blueprint Heaven, no don't tell me that dork got me a KetchUPinator! Perry the Platypus, look at what you've done to my new lab coat! It was just dry cleaned three years ago! Now I got to get it cleaned again! Anywho, take this then!"

He presses another button on his remote and an abnormally large Venus Fly Trap appears.

"Now you're doomed Perry the Platypus . Prepare to meet your slimy end!" he presses another button on his remote. I jump out of the way just in time and Doof of course got himself in the trap. Arrogant Doof, always thinking he got the top stuff when they horribly backfire. Of course, that's another reason why I love this job.

"Pewwyyeteooottttoooeerrree!" was all I heard from the trap. Maybe I'll use the inator and destroy both the Venus trap and the inator. After all, I don't want a glob of organic fluids as a nemesis. I take a glance and see a self-destruct button. Rolling the inator next to the trap and without hesitation, I pressed the button.

Self-destruct sequence initiated. 10…9…8…7…

I didn't bother to listen to the timer and I needed to avoid the lasers that shot out anyways. I leapt off the balcony and activated my glider. At the time when the inator should have exploded, I heard no explosion and there was no traditional "Curse you Perry the Platypus!" Instead, there was silence. A little bit concerned for my nemesis, I had to suction cup my way up (yeah, that jet pack was a one way trip :( and that sucks)! Clambering in, I saw that the inator had simply melted instead of exploding. I rolled my eyes, of course when he takes precautions they are at the wrong time.

"PEWWYYY!EEETTTEEEEOOOTTTTTTOOWWWWW!" he screamed, apparently now in mortal terror. I smirked; it would take days before he would need to worry, not minutes. I quickly looked around, and saw that there was an RPG, but what the heck is that doing in an evil scientist's lair? I didn't bother to dwell on it and just aimed and pulled the trigger. A resounding POP and out goes a weasel? Of course, this lunatic can't do anything right! I threw the weasel launcher onto the ground and looked around for any more options. I then noticed a particular large red switch saying "DO NOT TOUCH" on it that had previously destroyed his lair. Well, I am sorry Doof, but if you want to see a new dawn, this has got to happen. I flicked the switch and ran like a bat out of hell. I leapt off the balcony again and activated my glider AGAIN. A *BOOM* *CRASH* *MEOW!* was heard and I knew it was done. All I that's left to hear now is in 3…2…1… "CURSE YOU PERRY THE PLATYPUS! AND MY BEAUTIFUL LAB COAT GOT RUINED!"

I smiled at his rant. Evil has been defeated for another night.

"GGRRRKKKK!"

PER-RY!

A/N: So there is my first Perry/Doof scene. I didn't expect this to go too well, but again, this is my first stab. Thanks for reading and please review :P (I know is sounds redundant).