Labor Day weekend had arrived in Danville. Grills could be smelled up and down Maple Drive as end of summer barbeques we in full swing. The Flynn-Fletchers hosted their annual gathering with the Garcia-Shapiro and van Stomm families. Not much had changed since the group turned seventeen.
"Phineas," The miniskirt clad Isabella giggled. "You've got a barbeque stain on your shirt."
Phineas laughed, merely smiling and taking a sip of his Coke. "Oh yeah? Well you've got one too."
"Where?" She gasped looking down. "Where is it? "
"Right here." And he finished his statement off with by kissing her.
Tim McGraw "Something Like That
A/N: This one wasn't a request. Simply something for me cause I really love this song, but I'm not too happy with it. Eh what can ya do? Read and Review.