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Phineas and Ferb.

Isabella was sitting on a chair next to the stage, holding a script for her class play. It was a tragedy about war, and she was going to play a nurse from a hospital where the soldiers were taken to be treated. She had already read her lines carefully. She knew she was going to act in the next scene, right after boys had finished their battle scene.

When it came to an end, the director told them to leave the stage, then looked at the script.

"Next scene… seriously injured Phineas lies on a hospital bed. He and nurse Isabella were madly in love, until the war changed their lives into a living hell," he said monotonously. "The scene ends with a kiss."

"WHAT?!" Phineas and Isabella exclaimed at once, blushing.

"You heard me. You will have to kiss. Have you never done that before?" the director explained, a bit annoyed.

They didn't reply, so he said indifferently, "So, it will be your first time. Now, go on stage!"

They did as he directed, and he started giving them some further instructions.

"Phineas, remember, you are very injured. You just have to lie there, motionlessly. During the performance, you will be wrapped in bandages. Isabella, you come to Phineas, telling him that his wounds are very grave, but you will do your best to help him. You should be crying, by the way. Then you confess your love to each other and you kiss him, end scene. Is everything clear? Do you remember your lines?" he asked.

"His indifferent tone, as he's talking about it, is not helping," Isabella whispered to Phineas, who chuckled. They confirmed that they knew their lines. The director only added that he would give them some hints while acting, then Phineas lay on the hospital bed and they started acting.

Isabella came out of the darkness, her head bowed, her eyes in tears. She walked up slowly to Phineas, lying on the bed, and look at him with pain in her eyes.

"My darling..." she whispered. "Why did this all have to happen?"

"You could caress his cheek now, or run your fingers through his hair," the director said. "But you know, with feeling. It will look more believable… Phineas, why are you laughing?"

"Excuse me," he said, trembling a bit. "It was-"

"It was a rethorical question, I wasn't asking you! Now go on. Remember about feeling the characters," he said to them.

Isabella was standing above Phineas, sniffing. She reached out her hand, wanting to gently caress his cheek.

"But remember, with feeling," he whispered quietly so that the director wasn't able to hear.

"Don't provoke me..." she replied even quieter and smirked, then continued her role. "William."

"Yes, Chloe?" he whispered.

"You know I would give my life for you. This time..." she didn't finish, instead, she buried her face in her hands and started to sob.

"What is she doing? It's not in the script," the director said, confused. Phineas sat up and looked at her closer.

"She's not crying, she's laughing," he announced with a grin.

Isabella revealed her face, red of laughter. "I'm sorry! I just can't say such thing to him seriously!"

"Just feel the character! I'm saying it to you as well, Phineas. Go on," the director commanded.

Isabella continued. "This time… I don't know if I'll be able to help you. I will do everything I can to save you..." she started crying again.

"If this is my last chance, I want to tell you..." she gazed deeply into his eyes, as the script said. He was looking at her steadily, too. She grabbed his hand, and he squeezed it gently, the only gesture he was able to do.

She continued. "I… I lo…" she took a deep breath and started again. "NO! I can't say it! I just can't!" she exclaimed as they both started almost literally rolling on the stage, laughing.

"Who am I working with..." the director sighed quietly, then exclaimed, "What's going on up there?"

Phineas and Isabella calmed themselves down, apoligized, and returned to their previous positions.

"Remember! Isabella, emotionally ruined young nurses don't laugh out loud! Phineas, injured soldiers don't move at all! Please go on."

She gazed deeply into his eyes again. "I... love you," she whispered softly and leaned in.

"When you're about to kiss him, you can try to imagine you're looking at someone you love. And remember to feel the character!" the director said.

And what should I do if I am already looking at this someone? Isabella thought, then nodded and leaned in further, her face was only an inch away from Phineas'. She felt an unusual combination of excitement and fright. At last moment, she panicked, gave him just a quick peck on the lips and, before she was able to process what she'd done, she slowly straightened up. Still, it was an amazing feeling to finally kiss him, even if it was so short. She subconciously touched her lips, with fresh memory of his own being at that place.

The director looked as if he was hardly keeping calm, sighed deeply and said slowly, "Isabella, once again. It may be Chloe's last kiss with William. She's truly loved him for a very long time. He may die at any moment. It CAN'T be just a peck, for goodness' sake! Feel the character and imagine yourself at her place. I know it's just a rehearsal, but you need to practise it from the very beginning. Please go on with the play."

Isabella leaned in again, this time more confident. She looked at Phineas very seriously, as if making sure he was ready, closed her eyes and kissed him. As soon as their lips touched, she felt like every single cell of her body melted at once. She knew she had to take her time to kiss him, so she didn't let him go as quickly as earlier. But then, Phineas did something that she would have never expected - she felt his hand in her hair, pulling her closer, and he started kissing her back. Startled at first, after a moment she cupped his face and couldn't feel her mind focus on anything else.

After some time, their friends in the auditorium understood they were no longer acting, and started cheering and whistling, meanwhile the director rolled his eyes.

"Phineas Flynn, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT HAND?! Move it away! You. Are. Not. Supposed. To. Move!" he yelled.

Phineas and Isabella finally let each other go, but they were still holding their faces close and smiling warmly. Phineas ran his fingers through her hair again. Then they realised the director was yelling and straightened up.

"Um, director?" Isabella asked.

Phineas knew what she meant and finished for her. "I think we finally feel our characters."

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