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Gretchen & Phineas

Gretchen was waiting for her best friend's neighbour to arrive. He said that he had something important to talk with her about.

Phineas walked into the coffee shop, and sat with her. "Thanks. This really means a lot to me. Ferb said that I'm 'frustrating to no end'." Gretchen looked at him and cocked her head to the side. "Why would he say something like that?" She inquired. "I don't know. Apparently he's been trying to explain something to me that I just can't wrap my head around. He said he feels as though he's 'going round-and-round in ever diminishing circles'. Whatever that's supposed to mean." Phineas replied.

Gretchen looked at him, he looked uneasy. "Is there something the matter?" She asked. The redhead looked at her. "You're good friends with Isabella right?" Gretchen nodded. "Do you like her?" She blurted out. Phineas was stunned. "Ye—No! I-I-I…" He faltered. The girl sitting across from him patted his hand. "It's okay, you can tell me." Master Flynn looked at her hand on his. "I guess I'm. I think I. I-I-I…" He tried. "Phineas, do you like Isabella or not?" Gretchen tried the direct approach.

He looked at the table; he didn't even have a drink. "I like you." He looked at her and scratched his ear. "What?! I mean, you can't." Gretchen's voice had become louder. Phineas averted his eyes again. "I mean to say that I like Isabella." The brunette said. The boy's eyes became wide. "I had no idea, I thought you liked… someone else." He said. "Nope. I like Isabella. And she likes me too." Gretchen said, then plastered a fake smile on her face.

Phineas sat there for a moment trying to absorb this information. "I guess asking her to the movies next weekend is out of the question" Gretchen started shredding her serviette. "Phineas? I'm sorry." She said in a quiet voice, almost a whisper. "Isabella and I are just very good friends. Not in that sence." He looked at her. "But you just said that you two…" She pulled out another serviette and started tearing it into pieces. "I panicked? Do you like her?" He nodded. "I was wondering if you knew if she might kinda like me." He said.

Gretchen's face turned almost as red as his hair. "If I tell you, do you promise me that this conversation doesn't leave this table?" He nodded. "She likes you." The second in command of the Fireside Girls said.

If anyone wants to put forth an idea for a "topic of conversation" or a couple of people talking... you know what to do. Thanks for reading.