I'm only on chapter 4 and I can't believe that I have so many reviews! Thanks so much! I decided to take off the chapter names (but thanks Citrus Productions for noticing my spelling error), since they tend to annoy me and I can never think of good ones. . Anyway, I'm going to try to update every day, otherwise I'll probably forget, but it is currently marching band season, so I am kept very very busy. So I'll try to keep updating every day, but we'll see how that turns out. ^^

Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas and Ferb

Phineas didn't waste any time in searching for Candace by quickly finding her in her room, where she lay on her bed babbling away to her friend Stacey. He hesitated a moment before knocking on his sister's open door.

"Uh, Candace?"

Candace's head snapped up and she muttered a quick "I'll call you later" to Stacey. "What are you up to now, Phineas?" she groaned. "Have built some other ridiculous contraption and now you want me to take part? Well, no thank you; I have better things to do, so if you don't scram I'm going to call mom!"

"I-it's not about something that we built…" Phineas started again.

"I SAID SCRA- what? If this isn't about your daily project, then what is it? It better be good; Stacey and I were having an awesome conversation about Jeremy!"

That's when Phineas saw his chance. "That's it! I wanted to ask about Jeremy!" Well that certainly got her attention. "I mean, not actually about Jeremy, but about how he's you're boyfriend and all…" Phineas trailed off, wondering if what he just said had even made sense.

Candace furrowed her brow and Phineas was sure that he hadn't made much sense. "You want to know about Jeremy being my boyfriend?"

"No, no! I mean, well…" the ten-year-old boy paused to gather his thoughts. "I was wondering if you could tell me about when you first realized that you had a crush on him…"

A wide smile grew on Candace's face as she misinterpreted the question. "Well, I thought Jeremy was super cute from the first time I saw him-hey, wait," she paused, realizing her mistake. "Phineas, do you like someone?"

"No!" he said, a little too quickly.

"It's Isabella, isn't it?"

Phineas started to deny it, but decided that there was no point. "Yes," he sighed. "How did you know?"

"We all knew that this was going to happen, I mean it's been pretty obvious," Candace said, rolling her eyes. When Phineas gave her an incredulous look, she added, "I guess you really didn't know… You'll have to figure it out for yourself then."

"Wait, what? Please tell me!" Phineas pleaded.

His big sister shook her head. "No can do, bro. Anyway, you came to talk to me for a reason, right? What do you want to know?"

"Well… I had a dream last night that Isabella kissed me and then I realized that I really like her. But it's driving me crazy! I mean, I can't even look at her without getting nervous or scared of what she thinks of me. I think maybe it would be easier to just not feel this way." Phineas stared down at his feet in attempt to hide his blush. When he looked up, he was surprised to see that Candace actually looked sympathetic.

"I know exactly how you feel," she said. "When I first liked Jeremy, I could hardly do more than freeze and scream when I was with him. But I decided that I really wanted to be with him, so I kept trying until he finally noticed me, and once that happened, I was able to be myself around him. So, Phineas, you need to decide. Do you really want to be with Isabella or not?"

Phineas thought for a moment before answering. "I think I'll give it a try!" he decided, hoping that it wouldn't lead to his downfall.

Candace grinned. "Great. You're the guy, so you have to make the first move. Don't be afraid to talk to her a lot or hold her hand or give her a hug."

"Alright, I can do that!" Phineas replied, but his eyes betrayed his doubt. Candace didn't seem to notice, so he figured he should let her get back to her phone calls. "Thanks, Candace!" he said before rushing out. Hopefully none of his friends had noticed his absence.

When Phineas had gone, Candace let out a sigh of relief. I can't believe that worked, she thought. All I did was quote the magazine that I read earlier, but it seems like it did the trick!