Phinabella
Requested by: KuriMaster13
Fourteen-year-olds Phineas and Isabella were sitting in the coffee shop.
Isabella looked across the table and sighed. "Is something the matter, Isabella?" Phineas inquired and she shook her head. "Everything's just fine." She replied, dreamily.
Phineas quirked an eyebrow at her. "If you say so." Isabella nodded and Phineas took a sip of his drink before speaking again. "So Isabella… I was wondering if you'd like to go to the fair with me next weekend."